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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 07: "Fruit"
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-*- Saturday, March 12, 2016 -*-
-*- Oslo, Norway -*-
For brides-to-be, choosing the wedding location is one of
the most important decisions that she makes for her _big day_,
right alongside choosing the dress and, oh yes, the groom!
So why did Scarlett insist on marrying me at the famed
and historic Quisling Castle in Oslo?
For Scarlett, getting married in a castle would satisfy a
childhood dream of being princess for a day. Quisling Castle
offered fabulous backdrops, both inside and out, to frame the
perfect day. From turrets to keeps, thrones to great halls,
moats to walled gardens, the architecture and history of this
grand old structure could transport one back to a bygone era
in an instant, where lords and ladies sat in waiting for
their kings and queens.
The Quisling Castle offered a full destination wedding
package where a couple could get married, stage a stunning
photo shoot, enjoy a sumptuous meal and dance the night away
at the reception, before retiring to the bridal suite... all
in the same location. The castle had a few designated spaces
in which it was licensed to conduct a wedding ceremony on
site; there was a secret chapel and great hall, but Scarlett
had opted for the outside on the lawned terrace.
It was a bit chilly on this mid-March evening - not too
bad - but no one was complaining. This was Scarlett's day.
"Greetings all, friends and family. We are gathered here
tonight to celebrate that the lives of Scarlett and Jeremy,
braided together by a growing love for nearly the past two
years, will now be joined in marriage. Up to this point their
love has been nurtured privately. In many ways, that deepest
connection is private and between them alone, but today, the
promise of that bond is made public."
"Packed onto this lawn, standing patiently in the cold -
you may have wondered why Scarlett and Jeremy chose such a
tiny space to get married. Didn't we tell them this terrace
couldn't fit 30 people? We did. But they had their reasons."
"It was not just that they wanted to get married with the
stunning beauty of a castle as their backdrop. In putting you
together, shoulder to shoulder, they wanted to remind you
that in addition to being connected to Scarlett or Jeremy,
you also exist as a group interconnected to each other in
hundreds, perhaps even thousands of ways."
"This group is bound together by our family relationships -
husbands to their wives, even wives to their wives, parents to
their children, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. We are bound
to others here by interconnected friendships. Many of you have
shared challenges together - learning to be pilots or doctors
with each others' help. There are mentors and their students.
Neighbors. Lovers with marriages to come."
"So when Scarlett and Jeremy thought of gathering people
together, they wanted to see not only the faces of the
individuals they have loved over the course of their lives,
they wanted to put you together, shoulder to shoulder to form
a whole - a single solid entity - a group that will witness
the declaration of their union. They believe that the
strength of this group will reinforce and protect their
private union. And in return, they have a promise for you."
"With their home as a resource - a place to bring friends
and family - Scarlett and Jeremy promise to do their part to
nurture long-standing relationships and forge new connections
between those gathered here. It is to begin this process of
weaving this group even tighter that they have squeezed you
into this space, and they hope that this will continue as we
share a walk, a drink, a toast, a meal, and a dance."
"Scarlett and Jeremy stand in front of you tonight, so
truly excited about the years of marriage ahead."
"Their marriage will be the intertwining of two life
stories. As individuals, they have each had a unique and
life-shaping past, and now they willingly choose to set aside
the solitary exploration of their individual lives to discover
who they are in the presence of one another."
"We celebrate with them, their arrival at this point in
their lives. We are incredibly happy for them that the story
of their lives now includes each other. And that their love
has brought them and us to the joyous occasion of their
marriage ceremony."
"Scarlett and Jeremy, because you will be safe in marriage,
you can risk. Because you have been promised a future, you can
take extraordinary chances. Because you know you are loved,
you can step beyond your fears. Because you have been chosen,
you can transcend your insecurities. You can make mistakes,
knowing the other will be there to catch you. And because
mistakes and risks are the very essence of change, of
expansion, in marriage you will expand to your fullest
capacity. Within the shelter of marriage, you will continue
to grow and develop, so you can discover your individual paths
and offer your gifts back to each other and to the world.
Marriage, then, makes you free - to see, to be seen, to love.
Your souls are protected so your hearts can open."
"In a sense, the person you marry is a stranger about whom
you have a magnificent hunch. This person is someone you
love, but her depths, his intimate intricacies, you will come
to know only in the long unraveling of time. To get married
is to embark on the journey of getting to know each other, of
coming to see each other as you really are. This companionship
on life's journey is the hallmark of marriage, its natural
province, and its sweetest and most fundamental gift."
"The contract of marriage is most solemn and is not to be
entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously with a
deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. No
other human ties are more tender and no other vows more
important than those you are about to pledge."
"Do you, Jeremy Michael [Last Name], offer yourself wholly
and joyfully, and do you choose Scarlett as the person with
whom you will share your life, in laughter and in tears, in
conflict and tranquility, loving what you know of her, and
trusting what you do not know yet?"
"I do."
"Do you, Scarlett Ingrid [Last Name], offer yourself wholly
and joyfully, and do you choose Jeremy as the person with whom
you will share your life, in laughter and in tears, in
conflict and tranquility, loving what you know of him, and
trusting what you do not know yet?"
"I do."
"You have known each other for nearly two years, through
the first glance of acquaintance to this moment of commitment.
At some moment, you decided to marry. From that moment of
yes to this moment of yes, indeed, you have been making
promises and agreements in an informal way. All those
conversations that were held riding in a car or over a meal
or during long walks – all those sentences that began with
_When we’re married_ and continued with _I will_ and _you
will_ and _we will_ – those late night talks that included
_someday_ and _somehow_ and _maybe_ – and all those promises
that are unspoken matters of the heart. Just two people
working out what they want, what they believe, what they hope
for each other."
"All these common things, and more, are the real process of
a wedding. The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a
way of saying to one another, _You know all those things we’ve
promised and hoped and dreamed – well, I meant it all, every
word._ Look at one another and remember this moment in time."
"Before this moment you have been many things to one
another – acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing
partner, and even teacher, for you have learned much from one
another. You have learned that good company and friendship
count for more than wealth, good looks or position. And
you’ve learned that marriage is a maze into which we wander –
a maze that is best got through with a great companion."
"Now you shall say a few words that take you across a
threshold of life, and things will never quite be the same
between you. For after these vows, you shall say to the
world, Jeremy is my husband, Scarlett is my wife."
"Jeremy, as you look into Scarlett's eyes, please recite
your vows by repeating after me."
"Scarlett, I take you to be my wife - to share with you the
laughter - to kiss away the tears - and to give you all the
love in my heart - as long as we both shall live."
"Scarlett, as you look into Jeremy's eyes, please recite
your vows by repeating after me."
"From this day forward, I choose you, Jeremy, to be my
husband - to live together and laugh together - to work by
your side and dream in your arms - to fill your heart and
feed your soul - to always seek out the best in you - to play
with you whenever I can, as we grow old - always loving you
with all of my heart - until the end of our forever."
"May I have the rings please?"
"The circle is a natural symbol of eternity as it has no
beginning and no end. We place the ring on the left hand
because it constitutes a direct path to the heart, a
traditional metaphor for love and devotion. Its presence
reminds us of the vows we have made and their relationship to
the emotional seat of the heart. May Scarlett and Jeremy's
rings reside on the hands of the lover, the caregiver, the
companion and the guide. Scarlett and Jeremy, wear these
rings proudly as a visible symbol of your unity."
"Jeremy, please look into Scarlett's eyes, placing the
ring upon her finger as you repeat after me."
"Let this symbol of my eternal love be a reminder of my
devotion to you - I marry you with all that I have and all
that I am - I am honored to call you my wife."
"Scarlett, please look into Jeremy's eyes, placing the
ring upon his finger as you repeat after me."
"Let this symbol of my eternal love be a reminder of my
devotion to you - I marry you with all that I have and all
that I am - I am honored to call you my husband."
"Today and every day, may Scarlett and Jeremy strive to
bring joy, hope and light into their lives, looking forward
to a future filled with laughter and wonder. May they have a
happy life surrounded by the love of family and friends. May
they live in harmony, true to their personal values and their
joint promises. May Scarlett and Jeremy always be the best of
friends and their love for one another deepen over the years."
"Before I pronounce you husband and wife, I have just one
more thing I want you to do. Your wedding day is one that
seems to fly. It’s a day filled with emotion, friends, rings
and dances. Many people remember how fleeting their own
wedding day was. So I want you to take a few seconds to look
into each others' eyes. Think about the happiness that you’re
feeling in this place, in this moment. Really let that
feeling register in your heart and your mind, your very soul."
"Now, I want you to think about your life together in 20
years. Where are you? What are you doing? We all know that
your visions of the future are not identical, but always
complementary. A wise man once said, a dream you dream alone
is only a dream. A dream you dream together, that is reality.
And for Scarlett and Jeremy, that reality starts now."
"When you commenced this wedding ceremony, you stood before
all assembled here as best friends and partners. Through the
poignant exchange of wedding vows, you are sealed together in
a bond of holy wedlock as wife and husband."
"You may have kissed many times before, but now your kiss
is a demonstration of your perpetual love and commitment to
each other. Your kiss is also a promise to stand together
during the happy times and during times of adversity. May you
experience great love, joy and happiness as you walk through
life together. May you also have the strength and perseverance
to weather the storms that life may bring your way."
"In celebration of your love and commitment to one another,
you may now kiss the bride."
* * *
Scarlett and I got married on Saturday, March 12, 2016.
We booked exclusive use of the historic Quisling Castle and
its lavish grounds in Oslo from Friday to Monday, effectively
making it our home for the time we were here.
Originally constructed in 1891 as a private residence for
Lidvalg Quisling, son of business tycoon Stein Quisling, the
castle provided the vibrant atmosphere of a country home from
a prior century with the modern luxury of a five-star resort.
All of us were greeted upon arrival by the outstanding
staff and ushered into the luxurious hospitality, where the
wedding celebration began in the utmost style and privileged
ambiance. The unpretentious splendor of Quisling Castle and
its breathtaking surroundings ensured that my wedding with
Scarlett would be an unashamedly memorable affair.
After the ceremony ended, we thanked each of our guests
and went off for the customary round of photographs. From
the outdoor butterfly gazebo to the lower laigh hall inside
the estate, to the upper gallery and finally surrounded by
blossoms in the verdant sunken garden, there were several
hundred photographs taken of Scarlett and yours truly, as
well as the others, too.
My new wife and I made our arrival in the grand dinner
hall about an hour after appetizers and drinks were passed
out, allowing the other guests to mingle and get into the
mood. Immediately the spotlight shone down upon us, and we
were directed to the middle of the floor for the first dance.
The song for our first dance as husband and wife, as chosen
by Scarlett, was "All Of Me", performed by John Legend with
help from world-renowned violinist Lindsey Stirling.
Scarlett looked absolutely stunning and chic in her
custom-made lace bridal gown. It was sleeveless and made up
of two-tone Ivory Chantilly lace, which was embroidered by
Alencon lace and featured crystal, pearl and baby glass
embellishments. The dress had delicate buttons down the
back and showcased her beautiful baby bump in all its glory.
The wide grin upon her face was ever-present throughout the
entire evening, enhanced by her bright red lipstick, while her
long, blonde tresses were professionally braided and styled
into an elegant bun, and accented with a dazzling tiara.
Scarlett was definitely the princess of the castle.
I felt great peace and solace, not to mention a truly
overwhelming sense of love, holding my pregnant bride in my
arms as she and I gently swayed to the emotional song.
Scarlett had trouble controlling herself during most of the
traditional first dance; she was sniffling with tears of joy
running down her face, but I was quick to kiss all of them up.
When the song finished, Scarlett and I, with all eyes still
on us, thanked everyone en masse for taking part in our wedding.
The most deeply religious person of our group, Lindsay, then
said a blessing for Scarlett and I, and our family as a whole.
Quisling Castle provided its own catering service, of
course, and the food proved to be top-notch. For the main
entree, there was meatless mostacholli with parmesan, carved
and seasoned prime rib with horseradish creme, or alfredo bow
tie pasta with red peppers, peas and mushrooms. Side dishes
included a vegetable medley, confetti rice, honey glazed baby
carrots and hot German potato salad. I really enjoyed the
Asian-style salad with crunchy noodles, mandarin oranges and
Sesame dressing. The DJ played subdued, conversation-friendly
background music as everyone enjoyed their wonderful meal.
Knowing the guests would follow our lead, Scarlett and I
were first on the dance floor once the dishes were cleared.
Throughout the night of partying, the music only stopped for
pre-planned extracurricular activities such the bouquet and
garter toss, and centerpiece giveaways. Oh, Alison was the
one who caught the bouquet (of course). Did that mean that
Alison was the next woman in attendance to get married?
Alison, by the way, spent two hours talking to Carolyn and
Barbara about the unique relationship that they had with our
family pilot (and my close friend), Mike. The two sisters
were actually both married to Mike (and each other). I did
not know that about them until this particular night. Alison
was more than a little intrigued talking to Carolyn and
Barbara, most likely hoping for a similar fate for herself as
it pertained to her very own sister (Lindsay) and yours truly.
About one hour before the reception was scheduled to
conclude, with the party a bit rowdy and the bar a little
too empty, the waiters and waitresses began preparing tables
for coffee and dessert. Once Scarlett and I went through
the cake cutting ritual (and she smashed a good chunk of it
onto my face for effect), dessert was served and the music
began jamming again. Scarlett and I ended things on a high
note with one final dance to the tune of "Save The Best For
Last", a song performed by American musician Vanessa Williams.
Many of the guests were then ushered by the staff to their
various guest bedrooms (everyone was staying in the castle
for the evening). Kristanna, Pamela, Devon, Trish, Lindsay
and Amy, as well as the five children, stayed behind for a
few moments to offer Scarlett and I final words of happiness
and congratulations. I hugged and kissed each of my original
six wives (and all five of the little ones, of course), but
remembered above all else that this day and evening was devoted
exclusively to Scarlett and the love that we shared. Soon,
she and I were the only ones left in the dinner hall.
"You made my childhood dream come true," Scarlett told me
through tears, looking all around at our lush surroundings.
"I got to be princess of the castle for a day. Thank you."
"You're a princess in my eyes everyday," I honestly told
Scarlett, before hugging and kissing her as well.
* * *
Despite her happiness and excitement, Scarlett was a mere
three weeks away from her due date and, what that meant, was
that the wedding ceremony and the ensuing reception afterward
took a tremendous amount of effort and energy out of her,
nearly sapping her completely by the end of the night. This
became clearly evident as she and I, with the euphoria and
adrenaline of the reception no longer present, made the slow
walk toward the crown bedchamber. Scarlett was literally
dragging and actually needed my help to make it up the steps.
Scarlett became really emotional and started weeping once
we entered the crown bedchamber (the honeymoon suite), which
I had spent two hours decorating myself (unbeknownst to her)
earlier in the day. There were rose petals on the floor
leading to the mini refrigerator and the bed. Next to the
refrigerator was a plate of scrumptious chocolate covered
strawberries, made specifically for the occasion by Amy.
The petals led to the bed, which was decorated with a rose
petal heart design as well as LED flickering candles. When I
explained to her that this was all my doing, Scarlett said
it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.
"Can we just cuddle tonight?" she asked through tears.
Poor girl; my wife was really tired, and not feeling well.
Scarlett was horribly upset at herself, as both she and I
had been looking forward to an evening full of romance and
sex following the reception. We had the crown bedchamber
all to ourselves, with the other ladies and the children
tucked away in various guest suites throughout the castle.
This was our one, true night to be alone and spend time
together, where nothing - and no one else - mattered. Yet
Scarlett was so exhausted and drained from everything which
transpired earlier that she could barely keep her eyes open.
I hugged Scarlett and did my best to console her. She
actually felt guilty that we would not be having sex tonight.
I told her that the sex was really unimportant to me. This
was our wedding night, and I would be more than happy to
spend it with her in my arms as she slept. It was okay, I
maintained, and her health and well-being was of far greater
importance to me than any physical thrills received.
Despite how tired she was, Scarlett then insisted that she
needed to take a bath. I then realized that I was dealing
with a eight month pregnant woman whose hormones were raging
out of control (and that was rarely a good thing). She was
tired, stressed, happy, upset, excited and not feeling well,
all rolled into one. And she needed to take a bath.
I was calm and agreeable to everything; I actually got to
help Scarlett out of her bridal gown (which was a nice bonus).
She had on a stretch lace maternity chemise underneath, its
color white and completely see-through. Scarlett began crying
again, saying it was a brand new piece of lingerie that she
wanted to surprise me with tonight.
I drew a hot bath in the spacious, old-world tub and helped
Scarlett out of whatever was left that she had on. She seemed
to settle down and relax a bit once she sunk into the water.
The 31-year-old had so many bobby pins in her hair that pulling
them all out, one by one, was a massive chore in and of itself.
Scarlett was sniffling again as I lathered her hair up
with shampoo. I hated for those beautiful braids to go, but
Scarlett insisted that her hair get washed because she had
so much hairspray in it. I cradled Scarlett's head to my
chest and let her cycle through her emotions and hormones.
I did not care if my tuxedo got soap on it or not. All I
cared about right now, quite honestly, was her well-being.
When the bath was over, Scarlett's hair was down and she
had on a button-up flannel shirt that went down to mid-thigh,
with red and black plaid checker designs all over it. It
was simple, yet incredibly sexy, showcasing the beauty and
symmetry of her wondrous, sleek legs. I took her by the
hand over to the bed and helped fit herself onto her body
pillow, which had been a requirement for her to sleep with
over the past three months. The pillow was actually quite
huge and specifically made to account for the curves of a
pregnant body and give support where it was needed most.
For Scarlett, hers greatly reduced the stress applied by the
belly on the waist, back, shoulders and neck.
"I told you earlier, sweetheart," I said to Scarlett, as I
pulled a pair of warm blankets up to her neck. "We do not
need to have sex on our wedding night if you are not feeling
up to it. Not everyone has sex on their wedding night! A
lot of times people are too tired or even too drunk, and they
wait until another day." I gently caressed the side of her
face with the palm of my hand. "You're three weeks or so
from having your baby. It's been a really long day for you,
you feel sore and achy, and you're flat-out exhausted."
"I just don't want you to get mad and hate me because I
ruined our wedding night!"
"You didn't ruin anything, honey!" I consoled her, but
unable to hold a laugh back at the same time. "How could
you have possibly ruined our wedding night? By not wanting
to have sex because you don't feel well? I know it's a
common ritual, but it does not make or break the wedding
night. Especially for me." I leaned over and kissed her
forehead. "Now close your eyes and go to sleep. You're
going to feel much better in the morning when you wake up.
C'mon, close those eyes. Close them, and go to sleep."
"I ruined our wedding night!" Scarlett mewed, mumbling.
"I feel big and fat, worthless, stupid!"
"You're not fat," I soothed her. "Pregnant women are not
fat; they are beautiful. YOU are beautiful."
"No, I'm not!" she protested.
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes... you are."
A mere 10 seconds later, Scarlett was actually sleeping.
Dealing with a pregnant woman and the roller coaster ride
of her emotions was obviously something that was not new to
me. I had been through episodes and discussions like the one
I just had several times in the past with various other wives
(Lindsay was extremely whiny and needy late in her pregnancy).
It was nothing new, yet I had learned over time that the best
way to comfort a mother-to-be when she was feeling down and/or
emotional was to simply offer encouragement, never argue back
or raise my voice and, for me, don't take anything personal.
A perfect example of this was I remember when Pamela was
one week out from giving birth to Piper, she had a terrible
and very stressful day. Pamela was really upset and
suggested, out of anger, that when I take the trash out, I
stay with it, and let the garbage truck haul me away as well.
Obviously, Pamela did not actually want that to happen. It
was her emotions from being pregnant getting the best of her.
I was an easy target for her frustration, her anger. The same
applied tonight, for Scarlett. Eventually, perhaps even as
early as tomorrow, Scarlett would get over feeling guilty for
refusing to have sex with me on our wedding night. Sex was
important, but Scarlett knew it was not everything to me. I
was just happy that we were finally married and would, in a
few weeks, welcome our son into the world.
As I glanced down at Scarlett, she was already out like a
light, completely zonked and in a deep sleep just like that.
I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed, gently
banging my head upon the wall and sighing. This just was not
the way I envisioned my wedding night with her to end. Again,
I was not upset at Scarlett. Rather, I was concerned with
her emotional well-being; the fact that she seemed so angry.
But, I knew those feelings would pass. They always did.
I got out of bed and tossed my tuxedo jacket to the wayside
and loosened my tie and shirt collar, then kicked off my dress
shoes. I peered down at Scarlett one more time. Yes, dead to
the world. Overworked, beyond exhausted. Poor girl.
"I love you, my princess bride," I whispered, leaning over
and pecking her forehead with a kiss. "My only hope is that I
can one day make you feel as happy as you make me." And oh
yes, my heart was bursting with pride for this amazing woman.
With a spectacular view of the courtyard and lavish
landscape further beyond, I sighed yet again, this time
standing at the big picture window. Suddenly, I had the
urge to see my children. Or, at least some of them. I did
not want to leave Scarlett alone for more than a few minutes
on the slim chance that she may wake up, but specifically,
Kaden was on my mind. He had been so well-behaved throughout
the entire evening, from the wedding to the reception
afterward, and even hugged and consoled Piper at one point
when she became loud and unruly. I wanted to see Kaden if
he had not fallen asleep yet, and tell him how proud I was
of him for being so good and well-behaved tonight.
Kaden was with Kristanna, and she was sharing a guest
suite with Pamela. That meant Piper was with them, too.
Certainly, I could tiptoe away from Scarlett for a couple
of minutes and give good-night wishes to two of my kids.
Their room was at the other end of the long corridor outside.
Being very careful and even more quiet, I exited the crown
bedchamber and gently closed the door behind me, not wanting
to rouse Scarlett. Thinking that I was now in the clear, I
turned but froze immediately in my tracks, coming across a
certain young lady about to enter her own guest suite three
doors down the hall. Uh oh, I said inwardly.
Trouble.
With a capital T.
"Hey, Jeremy."
I gulped my throat at the sight of total temptation. "Hi?"
No longer wearing the stunning bridesmaid gown that would
surely dominate my dreams for weeks to come, its color blue,
with an off-the-shoulder design and flouncy skirt, Alison had
since changed and now appeared ready for bed. She had on a
thin white top with pink trim, its sleeves going just past
her elbows and the fabric clinging very nicely to her perfect,
little torso. She also had on a pair of pink pajama pants and
a pair of slippers, her toes peeking out at the front of them.
Alison's hair, however, remained unchanged from the ceremony
and reception afterward, still curly, bouncy and full of life.
Oh, that chiffon and satin gown Alison had on earlier...
"Where is Scarlett? Why aren't you with her now?"
"Not feeling well," I responded. "Scarlett, that is. It
was a very long night for her and she pretty much passed out
cold on the bed. She partied a little too hard, I suppose."
Alison frowned. "I had the sense that she was sort of out
of it by the time it was getting late. It must have been
really hard to keep up that pace, being eight months pregnant.
Really, isn't it technically nine months now for her?"
"My fault," I said, taking responsibility. "I should have
monitored her closer, kept a better eye on her."
"Don't blame yourself," Alison murmured, closing the door
to her guest suite behind her, then leaning against it. Oh
God... those small, taut breasts of hers jutted outward upon
the fabric of her cotton top as she did so. Pure temptation!
"Wh-what... what are you... up to?" I asked, trying to
make friendly conversation. Damnit! This girl had a hold
on me and my libido like no one ever had before.
"I was just visiting my sister and Trish in their room,"
Alison responded. "Helping them tuck Jackson and Kaylee
into their cribs, talking about how awesome the wedding was."
Alison smiled brightly. "I think in the future, when I get
married, I want it to be at this castle too."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty certain," she nodded. "I still think
the overall spectacle of Lindsay's wedding with Trish back
in 2014 was better than this one, probably solely because
Lindsay is my sister. But your wedding with Scarlett?
Nothing could beat the scenery here, the location."
I suddenly had the vision of a 21-year-old Alison, two
years from now, walking down the aisle in a bridal dress,
guided by her mother, coming toward me so she and I could
exchange our sacred marriage vows. Maybe Alison could be
pregnant with my child too? DAMNIT! I had to stop! It was
not healthy of me to continue to have these wild and crazy
thoughts about this girl! But, I could not help myself...
Alison motioned toward the bedroom door behind her. "Well,
I think I should retire for the night." She began to open it,
adding in a jovial tone, "Been a very long day, and tomorrow
we all get to play in the castle like peasants."
"You're very beautiful, you know that?" I have no idea
where those words came from, but before I had time to think,
my feet were moving, and I was closing the short distance
between Alison and myself. I stopped just shy of her, my
lips mere inches from hers. "And you looked absolutely
radiant in your bridesmaid gown tonight."
"Th-thank you," she stammered, gulping her throat now as
well, her blue eyes struggling to maintain contact with mine.
I could see the look of hot, smoldering desire upon her face.
She and I were suddenly on the same, exact page here. And,
quite frankly, neither of us could stop the inevitable.
"Please kiss me," Alison begged.
I glanced briefly at the high heavens for mercy - to try
and clear my head, perhaps regain some form of control of
this runaway train. But it was no use. There was no coming
back from this. "You're trouble. You know that?"
"Hmmmmm. I've heard that before."
I stared at Alison, whose gaze seemed fixated on my mouth.
Because there was no way around it, I placed a quick kiss on
Alison's lips in a move to hopefully sidestep what was about
to be a potentially dangerous scenario. But Alison overruled
that sentiment, pulling me right back in, deepening the kiss
with unwavering determination and blatant need.
Alison let out a soft, little hymn of contentment, which
in all honesty should not have done anything to me, but God,
it did. My heart kicked in my chest. My hands wanted to
engage, to explore the body that was pressed up so sensually
against my own. I was not sure how I found the strength, but
I had to put a stop to things. I just had to. Not tonight.
Not on my wedding night with Scarlett.
I retracted my lips from Alison's mouth and took a step
back, my soul conflicted with all different types of emotions.
Need. Want. Anger. Shame. Remorse. Passion. Greed.
Suddenly, Alison and I heard voices from up ahead; it was
Kristanna and Pamela, and I caught a laugh from Kaden too.
Reactively, Alison held a finger to her lips to insinuate
silence and motioned with her head for me to follow her
through the open doorway to her private guest suite. Stealth
was the name of the game and it was strangely fun. I wasted
no time and joined Alison in the darkened bedroom.
Once we were safely inside and out of sight, Alison gently
pushed me up against the wall as Kristanna, Pamela and Kaden,
as well as Piper, passed by, totally unaware of our presence.
They all must have left their own room for a few moments, but
were now returning to it. "I feel like keeping you to myself
for the time being," Alison whispered once the quartet was
safely out of earshot. "Is that okay?"
I met her gaze. "I have no problem with it."
"Hmmmmm... this is kind of fun." The deep, raspy sound of
Alison's voice, coupled with the way she had me pinned upon
the wall, sent a tidal wave of sensation that I felt down to
my very core. I was drowning in even more need after the soft
touches and overt kissing, the mutual flirting, of the last
few moments. I leaned in to capture Alison's lips with my
own, only to have her pull away at the last possible second.
"Not yet," she murmured.
"No?"
"No. I just want to hold you right here for a minute,
Jeremy, because THIS feels really awesome." As Alison
spoke, her hands drifted slowly down my waist, over the
ridge of my hips and around, then clutching my backside
and pulling me in slowly, tightly.
My mind went completely blank in response, but dear God,
my body certainly did not. It was alive and pulsing. I
breathed and sighed quite deeply, knowing full well that I
could not withstand too much more of this intense aching.
"Oh Alison, you're going to drive me..."
Lush lips covered mine, silencing me. And it was total
perfection, that feeling. I kissed Alison back with a
wild and carnal force. It was hot, bewildering and hazy.
Alison melded me more firmly against the wall, holding on
tight as our tongues dueled and hands moved.
Soon enough, I reversed our positions, needing that give
and take, the push and pull. I reached my hand up and around
Alison's neck, then into her hair, weaving my fingers through
its luscious curls. Alison responded to my kiss as if she was
starving, eager to give back just as much as she received. I
slid my hands up her sides, over her ribcage and onto her
breasts. There was a moan. It was actually mine.
"God, I want you," she murmured against my skin, her lips
finding my cheek, neck and ear, before circling back to my
mouth yet again. It felt good, but I needed more.
Alison flipped the door to her guest suite shut, then
turned the lights on.
I withdrew my lips from Alison's mouth just long enough so
I could pull her pajama top up and off, freeing her of it. I
then dipped my head to kiss the tops of breasts peeking out
from her white bra. Sensing my desire, Alison reached behind
and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. I
growled in sheer appreciation, but quickly settled my mouth
first on one breast then the other, giving them each their
deserved attention until Alison was writhing under my care.
Alison's hands were on my chest, literally ripping at the
buttons upon my expensive white dress shirt. I slid my own
hands down her sides and over her hips, cupping her taut,
little ass firmly, then peeling her pajama bottoms downward
and letting them fall into a heap around her ankles.
I just had to take a step back and allow my eyes to travel
the expanse of Alison's immaculate 5-foot-4, 103 pound frame,
on display for me now. It was everything I imagined it would
be. And, okay, more. Wearing only a pair of white panties
and the furry slippers with her toes showing, Alison looked
downright tantalizing, but I could not get enough of her
breasts. I stared at them, tracing a juicy nipple with my
index finger, causing Alison to inhale sharply.
Those breasts looked nearly identical to her sister's.
With a grunt, Alison finally disposed of my dress shirt,
pulling it from my body and then madly yanking as my wrist
got caught in its sleeve. She too, stepped back once the
shirt was history, her need plastered all across her face.
I backed Alison toward the spacious Mahogany, four poster
bed and we landed on the soft mattress. I was on top and
already moving against her as she fumbled with my cumberbund
and belt, furiously trying to remove them. I kissed Alison's
neck, my pace fast and purposeful, as she soon undid my slacks
and nudged them down my hips. I was on fire, the straining of
my cock hard and persistent, my hand weaving an appreciative
path from Alison's shoulder, across her breasts, down the
length of her stomach, only to settle ever so gently between
her thighs, pushing upward just a tad. "Hmmmmm," Alison
rumbled in response, gasping and closing her eyes.
When I removed her panties, our bodies came together, skin
on skin, and suddenly my desire increased tenfold. I moved
to the side and again focused my attention on her breasts, my
lips and tongue feasting on one nipple, then the other.
"Jeremy, please..."
Sensing her desperation, I kissed down her belly as my
hand concentrated on the one place where she needed me most.
As I slid four fingers into her, those baby blue eyes flashed
with hot, wanton arousal. I thrusted them gently, lightly,
but that was not my ultimate purpose. I could be quite
thorough with my hands, but my mouth would do a better job.
My lips were suddenly on the move and I settled first at
Alison's collarbone, licking across its expanse. As I
moved lower to Alison's breasts, I let my free hand trail
lightly across her stomach and down to her thighs. I placed
tender, loving kisses amongst her humble cleavage. Alison,
in response, tossed her head back against the pillow and
moaned gently. She began to move her hips in an attempt to
catch a rhythm with my probing fingers. But I withdrew that
hand, knowing I could give her so much more, and kissed my
way across her flat, toned abdomen before parting her thighs
and giving my mouth the opportunity to feast.
I avoided her clitoris, instead teasing, licking and
kissing around it until the sounds from above gave me all
the encouragement I needed. And thus, I tasted Alison
fully, completely, indulging her senses, and also my own.
Alison's body jerked and I felt fingernails dig firmly
into my scalp. I closed my lips around her center, licking
and swiping my tongue with reckless abandon upon not only
her sweet, delicate folds, but also her puffy clitoris.
Trembling with desire, she arched her back slightly, her
thighs contracting around my head. Alison even moved a
hand up toward her breasts and began to massage and grope
them, paying extra attention to her lush, pert nipples.
Being so very young and inexperienced - Alison had only
had sex with one other person thus far in her life, and he was
the same age as her - the 19-year-old's body was incredibly
sensitive and responsive to my older, skilled touch. I had
the opportunity to teach Alison so many things, quite honestly;
show and do things to her that she never knew were even
possible. Alison was, quite literally, a stick of dynamite
about to go off at any given moment. Thus, it did not require
much for my tongue to push her over the proverbial edge.
I looked up and watched as Alison tossed her head back
and rode out the release in beautiful style. God, Alison
was gorgeous. She came hard and fast, uncontrollably flying,
in a burst of untamed pleasure. I reached out and grasped one
of Alison's hands, and she squeezed tightly while yelping and
moaning out in pure ecstasy. Having the privilege of watching
Alison progress through the joyous progression of sweet orgasm
was quite possibly the most picturesque visual that I had ever
witnessed in my whole, entire life. I had brought Alison to
climax with my mouth, yet was now near the brink myself from
simply basking in her beauty and watching her reactions.
Once Alison collapsed back onto the bed, I slid up beside
her and traced the outline of her tender jaw with a finger.
"Hey there," was my simple greeting.
Alison giggled merrily. "That was incredible." She
turned on her side so she could face me more fully.
I kissed Alison again, realizing that she was so much
more than I had given her credit for. I had entered into
this so-called relationship with Alison begrudgingly, blaming
the overt physical attraction I had for her on the fact that
she looked so much like her sister, Lindsay. Plus, _all_ of
the other ladies in our little entourage were quite literally
clamoring - _begging_ me - to accept her as one of us.
But perhaps the attraction wasn't simply physical, I
thought, as a wave of genuine feeling swirled throughout me.
And truth be told, Alison was not Lindsay, nor it was not
proper of me to continually compare and contrast them as if
they were the same person. Alison was Alison; she was warm
and very special, and even more unique. The concept was a
little too terrifying for me to examine at the moment, so I
sidestepped it in favor of continuing to kiss Alison and
indulge in her sweet, untamed innocence and beauty.
Alison eased herself on top and inserted her thigh between
my legs. She nudged her knee back and forth, clearly enjoying
the feel of my hard, pulsing cock upon her skin. "Hmmmmm..."
Alison moaned upon my mouth. "Is that for me?"
I growled with utter desire as the 19-year-old then moved
her right hand downward and, with her palm flat and extended,
rubbed it over the bulge of my erection. She proceeded to
wrap her thumb around my cock and close her hand, trapping
it, only then to start a quick and furious frigging.
But the handjob did not last for long. Alison was soon on
her elbows and knees, hunched over my pelvis, and her blonde
head was already bobbing up and down over the length of my
cock. She could only seem to fit about half of it inside,
but in no way was I complaining. In fact, I was guiding her.
"Oh, baby," I breathed in response. "Oh wow, yeah, put it
in your mouth. Oh yeah, suck it. No, honey. Don't stop.
Don't stop. OHHHHH YEAH." Grasping the base of my shaft
with her right hand, Alison made little slurping noises as
she continued to work, her lips stretching to meet its width.
"HMMMMM YEAH. That's it, baby. Suck it. Suck it!"
Alison withdrew her hand and tried to fit more of my
length into her mouth, but it proved to be a massive struggle.
Obviously, she had never been with a fully developed and adult
man before. Eventually, I had visions of Alison deep-throating
my cock with relative ease. Just like her sister.
"You can do it," I encouraged Alison as she continued to
gag and struggle. "That's it. Just like that." I brought my
hand to the back of her neck and applied pressure, wanting
her to go deeper, to swallow more. "Oh my God, that feels
so good!" I reached out with my opposite hand and pawed away
at her perfect, little ass. Oh, the fun I could have with
this girl. I leaned over even further, straining to reach,
running my index finger over and across the folds of her
labia. "Oh, that's pussy is so wet. That pussy is so wet!"
Alison's entire upper half was now bucking and churning in
rhythm with her head as it bounced over my cock. Her sounds
of hunger and passion were even more evident now, louder than
before, and I was about to lose whatever sanity I had left.
Alison withdrew my erection from her mouth and moved so
our faces were just a whisper apart. When her eyes met mine,
they darkened with heat, and she descended upon my lips with
carnal need. And that magnet that seemed to exist between us
snapped to attention once again, as I could not keep my hands
off of her. I slid them up the smooth skin of her legs to
her inner thighs, noticing the little hitch in her breath at
the intimacy of the touch. Intoxicated with desire, my body
infused with hot arousal, I was on cloud nine.
"Oh my God," Alison said quickly, suddenly finding herself
beneath me upon the edge of the bed, her legs outstretched
and curled around my waist. I nudged my cockhead against her
sopping lips and she glared up at me, a hint of fright across
her face. "Oh my God, Jeremy. Please go slow, I've never
been with someone so big before."
A nice and subtle compliment, indeed, but I hardly looked
at myself as a stallion or supremely well-endowed man. I was,
quite simply, a fully grown and mature adult, and Alison had
never been with one until tonight.
"Ahhhhh," Alison gasped out as I started to inch into her.
"Oooooh. Ahhhhh... that feels so good." Alison's legs were
now up around my shoulders, her feet criss-crossed behind my
neck, as I gave her a couple of preliminary strokes in the
missionary position. She continued to gently moan and pant,
yet watching her squirm and writhe about beneath me in pure
ecstasy, her eyes closed, was almost too much for me to handle.
Realizing that I was nearing my own personal breaking point,
I slammed my hands down hard on either side of her head and
settled myself completely on top of her, my cock pushing hard
and deep. "Oooooh... OH FUCK," she then whined out.
I started to thrust away with quick, blinding strokes and
Alison responded in kind with a low, screechy cry that echoed
off the walls of the guest bedroom. She twisted her head to
the side and closed her eyes tight as my balls thumped hard
across her upturned ass with every hard, powerful thrust.
"No!" I told her, my more dominant side taking over for a
moment. "Look at me! Look at my face while I fuck you."
"OOOOOH," Alison countered, her eyes wide and fixated upon
my face now, those B-cup breasts jiggling about as I rocked
her world like never before. "OHHHHH FUCK. OH GOD, JEREMY!"
"God, you're so tight!" I whispered in her ear. I moved
my hands to Alison's breasts, squeezing the firm mounds and
tweaking her nipples as I now plunged in and out of her pussy
with everything that I had left to offer. My forthcoming
climax loomed larger, spun faster, harder, stealing my breath.
I drove my cock in one final time, its head finding her
hilt and, bucking and heaving, I came. Alison's eyes were
wide and looming as I emptied my seed inside of her, blast
after blast painting her inner pink walls white, thick sperm
filling up the confined, fertile space. Alison twitched and
shook violently with each shot she received, all the while
going through another explosive orgasm of her own.
In the aftermath, I rested on top of Alison for a glorious
moment, panting, trying to catch my breath. I leaned down
and gently kissed her on the cheek, then nuzzled my nose upon
her neck. I could stay here forever...
"I love you, Jeremy!" Alison proclaimed, full of emotion,
wildly tossing her arms around my neck. "Oh God, I've been
in love with you for three years!" She kissed my face,
reiterating, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
My heart fluttering, I was pretty much about ready to make
the same declaration, but heard a gasp from somewhere behind
us. I turned, afraid of what it may be, but already knowing.
Yep, fears confirmed.
Kristanna stood at the now-open doorway to the bedroom, a
hand covering her mouth, with a look of pure astonishment
across her face. To make matters worse, Trish and Lindsay
were flanking her on either side. Trish had a slight grin,
her right hand upon her chin in a contemplative state, while
Lindsay appeared spellbound. Meanwhile, Alison jerked about
beneath me and tried to cover up with a blanket.
"Now THAT was fun," Trish observed.
"Who would have ever thought that watching my sister have
sex with my husband would be so exciting?" Lindsay squealed.
"Girls, I can explain!..." was my involuntary response.
The look of astonishment upon Kristanna's face changed to
eagerness and joy. She then glanced to her right, quickly
saying, "Pammy, come here! Come here, you GOT to see this!"
"What's all the commotion about?" Pamela asked as she
suddenly appeared in the doorway from the side. "Kaden and
Piper are..." Pamela halted in mid-sentence, her eyeballs
ready to burst from their sockets. "Oh my."
"Don't cry, Ali!" Lindsay pleaded with her. "It's okay!"
"Where's Scarlett?" Pamela said, and then reality hit me.
This was my wedding night with Scarlett and here I was, in
bed with another woman. A girl. Not one of my wives, either.
No, just the _sister_ of one of those wives. Scarlett, my
brand new bride, was all by her lonesome in our room just
three doors down the hall. She was ill, not feeling well, and
nearing the end of her pregnancy, yet I had been sowing my
wild oats with a 19-year-old instead of tending to her.
On our wedding night.
I hung my head low and sighed, afraid of the ramifications
that were to sure to quickly ensue. I was a horrible husband,
no doubt, but an even worse human being...
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