Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
THE COMMUNITY 2: BOOK OF ESTHER
By Wojo Martin
In part two of the trilogy about the radical religious group, The Community, we see Esther’s story. This story takes us back before events in the first installment and then takes us forward to events that happen after.
WARNING: This story features forced sex between a young girl and her parents. It is a fantasy, and in no way an endorsement of the horrible practices described.
SECOND WARNING: This tale uses Biblical character names, and the characters express religious thoughts as befits the setting. If that will offend you, best to bail out now.
Categories: Male/young girl, female/young girl, virginity, coercion, incest, teen male/teen female.
Lot and Abigail Chesterson, long-time members of The Community, begat two daughters, Esther and Yael. The elder, Esther, was blessed with great beauty from an early age, and was everyone’s favorite. Even little Yael seemed comfortable with the arrangement. Esther was her angel as well.
Both girls grew to be trusting and pleasant children. Esther got the best of everything, and Yael had almost nothing that was not a hand-me-down. Everything Esther did drew praise, while clever Yael knew precious little of that. As a result, little Yael worked harder and grew tougher than her big sister. That is not to say that Esther was a lay-about. Things were hard in the Chesterson home, and no one was spared from that. Still, when the day was done, if there was energy for fond attention to be given to anyone, it was Esther who received it.
Once she turned thirteen, her body began to blossom in new ways. She was no longer just a beautiful child. She was full-bosomed and comely in the way that adult men found desirable. Her face was becoming singularly gorgeous, but it was her breasts that drew the most attention from the men in The Community. They stood firmly and proudly, as did her mother’s. Esther had known she would likely be built like her mother, but was unprepared for the desirous looks that brought her from grown men. She soon heard whispers that when she hit the marrying age of fourteen one of the rich and powerful Elders would pay a full dowry for her, and her family’s fortunes would improve. If that was God’s will, she would obey it and serve her family well.
Still, she had always longed for one tall, gangly and merry boy who was only two years older than she. And she dared to dream that the fact that he always teased her meant that he felt the same way about her. The boy’s teasing was never cruel, and sometimes he would stop teasing her altogether and just gaze at her. But the boy had no fortune, and her father could not simply give Esther to him. Her had a responsibility to his wife and Yael; he could not turn down a full dowry that would make their lives better.
By the time she was twelve, Esther realized she would never know her boy’s loving touch. Not long after, her lanky boy was sent away to the Outside School as all boys were at fourteen. Most succumbed to the temptations of the Outside World and its sins, and few ever returned. Esther’s dreams of romance faded, but at least she could still bring some fortune to her family.
It was in her thirteenth year that her father’s attentions to Esther increased. He gazed at her for long periods of time, and chose her to work beside him whenever possible. He would rest his hand on her shoulder or stroke her hair. Esther wondered if her mother would grow angry, but she seemed to approve. Yael, used to attention being showered upon her beautiful sister, never complained or seemed to think anything of it. One night, as the sisters were combing each other’s shiny black hair, their mother appeared at the doorway. “Esther,” she said. “Your father would speak to you.” Esther began to change back into her long dress. “Your nightgown is long enough for modesty, child. Obey your father and come now.”
Esther would never disobey her father. Every girl in the Community knew that the man of the house was not to be questioned by the womenfolk under his care. Esther put her virgin’s white scarf back in her hair. She strode quickly from the room, and her mother turned out the light and pulled the door shut behind her, leaving Yael—who had still been sitting at the dressing table—alone and in the dark. Esther headed toward the living room, but her mother grabbed her by the arm and wordlessly steered her into her parents’ bedroom. Her father was already in bed! Mother stepped inside and pulled the door closed and locked it. “Come to the bed, daughter,” Father told her. Nervously, she did so, sitting at the foot. “Come closer, the things I have to say are not things I would have overheard.”
“Yes, Father.” She slid down the bed until she sat even with his chest.
“You are the most beautiful girl in The Community,” he told her.
“Yes. Gorgeous,” Mother said in a voice that sounded huskier than normal.
“Thank you, but please don’t make me vain.” Esther tried hard not to let her beauty turn her own head. Vanity was a sin. She actually felt guilty that she had been cutting back on food to keep her waist slim lest her bosom make her look round.
“You’re never vain, child. We love that about you. You are modest and gentle,” Mother said, sliding in beside her.
“In a year, there will be Elders bidding to wed you, and your beautiful body will fetch your family a handsome dowry,” Father said, touching her shoulder and letting a finger trail down her back. Esther tried to slide away from the touch that felt wrong to her, but Mother placed a hand on her arm.
“God has given you a gorgeous little body,” Mother said. “But who will get to enjoy it? An Elder? A man who is practically a stranger to your eyes? Your virginity should be given to someone you love and trust.”
Esther thought for an instant that her mother and father were trying to find a way to give her to the boy she had longed for. Esther’s heart began to race. Then, her mother kissed her on the lips. Mother did not pull away after a moment, but put a hand on Esther’s chin and opened the girl’s mouth. Her mother’s tongue invaded her. She felt her father’s hand gently rubbing her back. “Don’t be afraid, Esther. Your mother and I love you, and we simply want to share with you the thrills of the body.”
“It’s a sin, Father,” she said, breaking away from her mother’s greedy kiss.
“Nonsense,” he said. “You are our special child, whom we have long adored. We simply love you too much to allow your first womanly experiences to be with a man who does not know you, does not love you like we do.”
“She’s so pretty, husband. We have such a beautiful daughter. You should have let me show her the pleasures of the flesh long ago.”
“I can’t, Mother. It’s wrong. We’re family.”
“That’s the point, my dearest one,” her father said. “No one treasures you like I do, and your mother loves you nearly as much.” He slid a hand beneath her arm and stroked the side of her breast gently. It felt like a fond touch, but Esther also felt the greed in his bony fingers.
Esther tried to rise, but this time her father’s hand clamped on her shoulder and pulled her back onto the bed. Her mother snatched Esther’s legs and threw them onto the bed. “I can see the way you’ve been seducing your father,” Mother told her, still sounding kind though her strong grip hurt Esther’s legs where she pinned them to the mattress. “Waving your pretty tits around, driving him to distraction. You were right to do so, Esther. You should be sharing God’s gifts with your family.” Her father’s hand was squeezing one of Esther’s breasts.
“We will all make each other feel wonderful thrills, my dear,” her father said.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, no Father. Papa, no!”
When Esther tried more forcefully to rise, her mother slapped her across the face. Esther had never been struck before. Father and Mother sometimes beat Yael; Mother did it quite often. But Esther had always been spared. “You will not disobey us, Esther. We are your parents, and we own you until your husband owns you like your father owns me. That is Community Law!” Mother then demonstrated her point by turning to Father. “Command me, Lot!”
“Naked,” was all Lot Chesterson said, no longer playing the role of doting father. Mother grabbed the bottom of Esther’s gown and pulled it up over the child’s head and then tossed it to the floor. Esther tried to cover her breasts and her nethers. Mother took advantage of this by straddling her daughter and forcing more of the rough tongue kisses into her child’s mouth. Esther thought she would gag, but she managed to fight the urge. Father’s long hand pulled Esther’s little one away from her nethers, and he began to stroke her there.
Esther opened her mouth to scream, but Mother clamped a hand over her it. “Scream, and Yael will come running. Lot has no interest in her yet, but he will allow me to have my way with her if you call her here.” Mother gave a slight tsk-tsk. “This would have all been easier if we had started when you girls were small.”
Lot spoke calmly and coldly to his wife. “If Yael shows up at that door, Abigail, and you can do as you please. But if Esther does as she is told, she can satisfy us both. Your choice, daughter. Take the hand from her mouth, Abigail.” Esther made no sound. Yael had suffered neglect on her account; Esther would not let the girl suffer this when her big sister’s compliance could save her. “Eat her cunt, Abigail.” Father pinned Esther’s shoulders down, and her Mother spread her legs apart. Mother dove face-first into the girl’s pussy as she wept silently. “Fuck, you’re greedy, woman. How does she taste?”
“Like a virgin, Lot, like wine and sugar.” Esther felt her mother’s tongue roughly lapping at her nethers and felt shame that her body responded to the stimulation. She was getting warm and wet from the tongue and the cruel fingers that joined them. Esther did not desire her mother, nor did she desire her father. Her parents told her she should want to do this with them; so she tried to desire them. But she couldn’t do it. Any way she looked at it, this was wrong.
Her mother shoved two fingers inside of her and began to push them in and out as Esther writhed in shame and forced physical arousal. Esther squeaked a few times, and her father laughed softly and without sympathy. Her mother continued roughly fingering and even lightly biting the girl’s nethers. “My turn, my pretty daughter,” Mother said and moved from Esther’s. Abigail removed her gown and crawled up until her own nethers nearly smothered her daughter. Esther turned her face away from the musky, hairy thing that descended upon it. “Do it like I did you, or I will see to it that your baby sister will.” Mother turned to her husband. “Let me fuck the little one, Lot.”
“Do as your mother says, Esther,” he said with a chuckle. “Can you just imagine what she would do with the child if I set her loose?” Mother was already cruel to Yael, and lust made her into an animal. That combination would have made her into a monster if they dragged Yael into this bed. Esther turned her face back to her mother’s sex and began to kiss and lick it. “Oh, shit, Abigail! Look at her go at you like an Outsider whore.” He had removed his pajama bottoms and was holding his man-thing in one hand and pulling on it.
“Good little bitch, Esther,” Mother said. “My pretty little bitch.” Esther heard a slapping sound. She realized Father had just slapped Mother’s breasts. Her parents laughed, and mother squeezed her breasts together so Father could do it again. “I love it when Father is rough with me. If you’re lucky, he’ll do the same for you.” Esther didn’t understand any of this.
“Good idea, Abigail. I’ll slap the tits off our pretty little whore.” Esther didn’t know some of the words they spoke, but her father’s last few comments told her why. They were Outsider words. Mother was one of the few wives who ever accompanied her husband on trips to the Outside. They had learned these acts and words by doing this to other girls, whores from the Outside world! Mother ground her musky box on Esther’s face again and again, and Esther felt like she might soon be sick, but she kept doing it for Yael. For her little sister, she would do anything. “Fuck my cunt with your fingers, girl!” Esther didn’t know the word, but she knew what Mother had done with her fingers, and she did the same. The passage felt slick and wet, and two of Esther’s small fingers easily slid up inside it. “Use another finger. Fill me up!” Esther added another finger. “Ah! You have little fingers; use ‘em all!” Esther put all her fingers into her mother’s box and moved them back and forth. She was now certain she would soon be sick.
“I’ve seen enough,” her father said. Esther quickly pulled her hand away, and her mother slid back from her face. Thank God, Father had finally come to his senses. “Spread your legs, Esther.” Mother laughed at Esther’s frightened expression. Then she stroked her daughter’s hair. Father rolled over and put himself between Esther’s legs. She turned her head away in shame. Father slapped her breasts cruelly. “Look at me, Esther,” he said. She looked up into his greedy eyes. “Tell me you love me.”
Esther no longer did. Nothing came from her mouth. He slapped her tits again and again. Finally, the pain too much to bear, she squeaked, “I love you, Papa.”
“Of course you do,” he said. “A good girl loves her father. And this is a loving father’s privilege,” he said, and thrust his man-thing into his daughter.
Esther could not help screaming in pain, but her mother had been ready for that. She covered the girl’s mouth and nose, smothering her cry. She kept it there, and Esther thought she might suffocate. Death seemed better than this. When Mother finally released her grip, all Esther could do was gasp for air. She then bit down and tried to keep silent for Yael. Father was merciless, but Mother was worse. Mother yanked Esther’s virgin scarf from her hair and then slid a hand between her husband and daughter and mercilessly pinched and squeezed Esther’s aching nipples. “Tits like ours are built to make men sin, daughter.” Esther had known her mother could be cruel; she had seen it with her treatment of Yael. But she could not believe kind Father would hurt her so. He, whom she had always trusted, was not bothered by her tears or muffled cries of pain.
“So fucking tight! Just like our wedding night, Abigail.”
“Fuck her, Lot! Fuck her hard like you did to me!”
Esther’s belly hurt from the way she clenched her muscles against the pounding she was taking, and she relaxed them. Her mother moved away from her for an instant, but was then at her legs, pulling them wider and placing her heels on her father’s backside. It hurt less, but there was still pain in her nethers. But Mother had not moved Esther’s legs to be merciful and make it easier for her. She was positioning Esther for the worst humiliation of all.
Mother lay on her belly and jammed her fingers into Esther’s bottom. On top of the other things, the added pain was not so terrible, but now she was being debased in a way she had not even known was possible. Her mother laughed. “Look at her take two fingers up there, Lot. You have to fuck this little bitch in the ass!” Esther had come to understand the word “fuck.” What her mother was suggesting her father should do to her was beyond a nightmare. Mother stopped what she was doing and came around her husband’s side to look right into Esther’s face. “Don’t worry, Esther. We’ve fucked littler girls than you in the ass. They cry and scream, and you have to pay them extra, but the little sluts fucking love it!”
Her father had been ignoring his wife. Esther could not believe he was doing this to her. The betrayal was worse than the pain. Worse even, than the humiliation. Lot groaned suddenly and jerked around a bit. Esther felt a warm wet oozing sensation deep inside her. He had left his seed! She would bear a child conceived in sin. Lot rolled off her. Mother was at her nethers then, licking and sucking, trying to get the seed out, Esther hoped.
“She’s had enough, wife… wife… Enough!” He said and grabbed Mother by the hair and threw her roughly from the bed. Mother responded by wiping the seed from her lips and springing back onto the bed, trying to get Father’s man-thing into her. Father slapped her in the face, and Mother laughed. “Give me a minute, Abigail,” he said. “Then I’m taking YOU up the ass.”
Esther had not moved. She wept with her legs still open. What could they take from her now? Everything she had ever been was gone.
Mother moved to her side and knelt next to the bed. She stroked her daughter’s hair and put the scarf back in place. “You are a virgin everywhere but in this room,” she whispered in an imitation of gentleness.
“But my maidenhead!” Esther cried.
“They are often broken by accident, sweetheart,” Mother said as if Esther was being silly. “Community Law says that lack of one does not prove lack of chastity. You will still be able to be wed next year.”
“And if I bear father’s child?”
“You won’t,” her mother said, sounding like the bearer of wonderful news. “I’ve given you those special vitamins every day for months, now. They are Outsider medicine to keep you from bearing children until you stop taking them. Why do you think I’ve only had two children? Father fucks me almost every night.”
“Go to bed, Esther,” her father said, sounding almost bored. “Tell no one. Come here when you’re called.” He rolled over and went to sleep. Mother looked very angry.
Yael did not know why her big sister cried in bed that night, but she slid in behind her and held her. Esther knew there was at least one person whose touch would always be loving and kind. For Yael’s sake, Esther would go back to that horrible room again and again.
A year later, Elder Asher Cain came to her house, and Esther’s eyes flew wide with terror at the sight of him. She did not fear that the cold man would take her as a bride. Escape from this house was desirable in any form. But she feared what her absence would mean for poor Yael, only twelve and alone in that house with her parents. But Cain had a cruel intelligence; everyone knew that. All Esther had to do was look at her father, and the scheme was undone. She gave a glance to her father that ruined her own reputation and any chance at being righteously wed. She did it for Yael.
That Cain chose to then marry Yael yet that day was good fortune beyond any Esther had known for a year; that he also returned Esther’s white scarf and agreed to secrecy was almost as precious a gift. Esther would miss her little sister, but Yael would be safe from her parents at last. Asher Cain could be cold, but Yael was too precious a thing for a husband not to learn to love. Besides, a husband has a right to take his wife. There would be no shame for Yael. Then, in a moment of generosity at the wedding, Cain had even given Esther the right to visit Yael whenever she wished. Good fortune was piling up on top of her.
Esther spent the day walking about the tiny town where most of The Community lived. She drew stares and whispers. Everyone already knew that Cain had chosen the younger sister over this beauty. Cain liked to flaunt Community Standards, that probably explained his perverse choice of the child as a bride, but maybe there was something wrong with the seemingly perfect older Chesterson girl. Esther did not care about what they said. She was building the strength of will to fight her parents off tonight. She would lose if they ganged up on her, but did Father really have the courage to fight? Cain had handled him so easily. Mother was strong and cruel, but Esther was growing strong, too. And she was angry.
Esther walked into the house at sundown. Mother put down the iron she had been using and flew at her daughter, screeching and yelling. Esther punched her right below the eye and knocked her on her ass. The daughter stood over her mother and dared her to get up. Mother tried, but Esther grabbed her by the black hair and ground her face into the floor, raining blows down upon her back and neck until Mother stayed down and sobbed on the floor.
“Lot fucked his daughters!” Esther yelled, turning on her father. “That poison has been brewing in your mind your whole life, pig!” She wheeled on her mother, “And Abigail married a useless man! But there will be no King David coming to take you away from this one!” She kicked her mother repeatedly, and the woman fled the room, her husband in tow. Esther heard her mother scream and scream at him behind the closed bedroom door. Esther believed that no matter what, Lot Chesterson lacked the steel to lift a hand to anyone big enough to fight back, and he knew now that his daughter would fight to her last breath.
In this one respect, she’d underestimated a man who was painfully hard to underestimate. He burst from the door of the room, his wife at his heels, barking orders. Father grabbed the front of Esther’s dress and ripped it open, exposing her big breasts. He began trying to force her down to the couch. She scratched his face and tried to kick him in the crotch, but got tangled in her long dress and fell. They were on her then, both of them. Esther would lose the fight, after all. She would murder them in their sleep, then. That had always been her second plan.
But the day of good fortune, perhaps a day of God’s miracles, gave her a final gift. Asher Cain burst through the door with a tall gangly boy at his side. God had sent her brother-in-law and her beloved Levi to her aid! Cain knocked Father to the floor, and Esther ran from the house, pausing only to spit in her mother’s face. She ran to the car, covering her shamefully torn dress and the breasts that fell from it. When Cain came to the car, she wept on his shoulder with joy and relief.
She never saw her parents again. They left The Community. Elder Asher Cain had blocked their accounts at the bank, and the dowry money for Yael did not go with them. That small fortune was passed on to their oldest child. Esther suddenly had a tidy little sum of money. Yael laughed when Esther tried to share it with her. What need did Yael have of money now? She was wed to the richest man in town, the richest in the entire county. Esther was offered a job as a servant in Cain Mansion. She took it. Although she was not in need of money at the moment, honest work was to her liking, and the money she already had should be saved for her children.
Two weeks passed, and Esther chose to remain in the Little House with kindly Mother Bowe and her son. Levi was respectful of Esther; he felt so badly for her that he did not even tease her as he used to. But at the same time Levi seemed to have a secret that made him deliriously happy whenever he looked at her. And there was still longing in those looks. Levi, who knew she did not truly deserve to wear her white scarf, was still as fond of her as she was of him.
Esther did not know Levi’s secret, but she knew looks of those who kept them. She had lived with her own secret for a year. She began to look for signs of things that she should not know. Esther was, in her own way, as clever as Yael. The secret she found was not the one that Levi kept, however, but one that Mother Bowe kept. At first Esther thought she was misreading it, but every time the woman looked at Asher, she saw it. She did not know whom to tell, but she felt as if she would burst if she did not tell someone.
The morning she was about to confess her knowledge to Yael, she was interrupted by the other three members of the household walking into kitchen. Asher and Mother Bowe held their place. Levi turned to Asher. Both were grinning from ear-to-ear. Levi’s secret was about to be revealed. “With your blessing, Elder?”
“All my blessings, Levi.”
“With greatest joy, my son.”
“Fine, then. Nobody ask me!” Yael said, barely containing a giggle.
“Mistress Cain?” the boy said with a sweeping bow.
“Well…” Yael said, “… I suppose.”
Levi moved to Esther, took both her hands in his and then looked her in the eyes as he sank to a knee in the Outsider custom. “Esther, I have loved you for a long time, but never thought God would give me the means for your dowry. Now, there is no one to bribe. It is just your free will. Please, Esther, let me be your husband, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy for all of your days.”
“Sweet, sweet Levi,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest, “I love you, and it is my greatest desire to marry you and bear your children. But I cannot do that until your house is in order.” Everyone looked to her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears of joy, but she also looked very nervous about the thing she had to do next. “Little sister, you have been derelict in your duties as wife.”
“I can assure you, she hasn’t!” cried Asher with great conviction. Everyone silently looked at him. “Really, she hasn’t,” he added a little sheepishly.
“She has not kissed the hem of her mother-in-law’s dress as Community Standards declare a bride should do upon first entering her house.”
“My mother is long gone, as is my father,” said Asher.
Little Yael, not yet thirteen, was the first to understand what Esther’s glance to Mother Bowe meant. She knelt at the woman’s feet and kissed the hem of her dress. Mother Bowe cried softly and picked up Yael, bringing her into a warm embrace. “Welcome, daughter. My family is your family,” she said.
“Mother?” Levi asked looking to Mother Bowe, then Esther and finally to Asher. Asher was clearly bewildered.
“I have a story to tell, Son,” Mother Bowe said to Asher. She had often called him son, but it was accepted that it was a privilege extended to a fond servant who had long been like a part of the family. “Let’s go to the table.” They moved to take seats, the women with haste; the men, woodenly. “Almost twenty-five years ago, Elder Abraham and Mistress Sarah Cain went on a year-long trip to the Outside World to conduct business. They took with them, Deborah, a thirteen-year-old servant who was not yet showing that she was with child. The girl had adored Abraham Cain, and he had adored her. He had intended on making her his second wife when she turned fourteen. But their love was too great, and they sinned out of wedlock. The year-long trip out of town was so that Deborah could bear Abraham’s child while in the Outside World.
“Mistress Cain vowed to keep her silence in exchange for two things. The child was to be hers to raise as her own, supposedly born from her own loins while in the Outside World. She could have no children and was immediately taken with the baby boy. And secondly, her husband was never to wed the girl. Mother Cain died when the child she loved was eight, but Deborah was already married to Daniel Bowe, a poor man whom she loved and whom she bore a son. Daniel was also taken to Heaven young. Abraham brought the girl back to serve as his maid, but kept his vow to never wed her or lie down with her again. Even after Abraham’s passing, the servant never told her elder son of their relationship, but still he kept her on and treated her with great kindness.”
There was silence around the table. The women looked to the two men. Asher and Levi rose up at almost the same instant and embraced each other. Then they threw their arms around their mother and kissed her cheeks and the top of her head. Asher turned to his brother as the women held hands and wept. “Levi, you’re fired; as are you, Mother. No brother and mother of mine work as servants in this house.” Levi began to protest. “You’re my brother, and half of everything I own should be yours.”
“Your father left you a nice sum,” Levi said, “but you turned that into a huge fortune yourself. Besides, I’m only your half-brother and no relation to your father at all.”
“Alright, then. A quarter of what I own. You can still afford the second biggest house in the county.” Yael reached out and took her husband’s hand. He did not need to look at her to know what she wanted him to offer the couple; he looked anyway, just to see her pretty little face. “Or you can live here in Cain Mansion, along with your new wife,” he offered.
“Esther?” Levi said.
“I follow wherever you go, Levi.” He was an Outsider in many ways, but she was still a Community girl. Esther rose from her seat only to drop to her knees and kiss Mother Bowe’s hem.
“Welcome daughter. My family is your family… in so many ways.”
“We have a wedding to plan!” declared Asher.
“Please, Asher,” Esther said, using his familiar for the first time. “Just call Elder Wallace. Today is a good day to be a bride.” There were smiles and a few chuckles around the table as Levi began to dance with joy.
That night, after a dinner with the family during which neither the bride nor groom ate much at all, Esther put her small hand in her new husband’s long, slender one. He smiled and led her quietly from the dining room. Their room in the Cain Mansion was not quite as big as Asher and Yael’s, but it still seemed quite huge to Esther. Levi looked nervously to his bride, but she did not hesitate to take him in her arms and kiss his lips over and over. His hands fumbled nervously about her body, fearing to touch her intimate parts. Once Esther took him by both hands and guided them to her breasts, he found a little courage. He massaged them gently and looked into her beautiful face with wonder. She had had her breasts mashed, fucked, pinched, bit, sucked and slapped, but they never knew true pleasure until that moment.
Esther wanted to show Levi that she was his without reservation, but feared that her shameful past would make him look poorly on her if she was too eager. She wanted him to feel strong, and to know that his mere glance gave her more of a thrill than anything that had ever been done to her body. She chose words as the place to begin. She was an honest girl, despite the terrible secret she had carried for a year; she hoped that her words still carried their weight. “It has always been you I dreamt of Levi, from the time we were children. When Yael and I played at being wives, you were always the husband I imagined.”
“I never thought it could be!” he said, fighting tears.
“I know, Levi, my love. I know.” She sat him down on the bed and knelt to untie his shoes as she continued. “You almost got me in the family by sending Asher to my house. Why did you do that?”
“Because, as hard as he was to the world, I knew he was gentle with those he loved. He would have fallen for you and treated you far better than any lecherous old Elder who would have bought you within the week. Look how he is with Yael.”
“So, before you rescued me from my parents,” she said as she was unbuttoning his shirt, “you were trying to rescue me from the Elders. You are heroic, Levi. In a far more quiet way than Asher, you are just as strong. Stronger even, he couldn’t have made such a sacrifice for love.”
“Esther, I saw your mother’s shiner and the claw marks on your father’s face. I think maybe we rescued them from you.” Esther kissed him for that, and loosened his belt as she did. “Esther, I just need to understand, why…”
“…didn’t I fight them before? Yael. If I fought them, they would have gone for her.”
“Oh, my sweet angel! Talk about a sacrifice for love!” He covered her with kisses to her face and neck and then held her close. “How can I make them go away?”
“They will never be gone from me completely. But all you have to do to make them go away from this bed forever is make love to me like the strong man you are. Strength and love will always overcome weakness and perversion. Take me strongly, and in any fashion you please. They never could be strong with me, not really.”
It all fell into place for Levi then, and Esther understood it, too. His hesitation wasn’t a young bridegroom’s shyness. It was concern for a young girl who had been wronged so badly. What if his touch had reminded her of their perversions? Now, she asked for him not to be cautious, but to be bold. “Finish what you started, my love,” he said, referring to her slow undressing of him. She continued, slowly removing one article of clothing at a time and then kissing the skin beneath. It might have taken her a full ten minutes to get her husband naked, but neither of them begrudged the time. When he wore only his shorts, he pulled her playfully to the bed. They laughed and kissed.
Finally, she removed his boxers. “God in Heaven,” she said. “That is long.” She was an honest girl, and he knew she meant it. Esther stroked him for a few minutes, and he rose to each touch. She kissed his firm, hairless chest. Levi had worked hard every day of his life. He was strong, and she knew that. His skinny frame and gentle manner had made him the target of older bullies for a time, but they had never gotten the best of him once fists began to fly. Soon, the bullies moved on to weaker targets. Esther loved her strong young boy. She moved down and took his cock in her mouth, and he shuddered with ecstasy as she kissed and sucked it.
“Ummm, Esther,” he said after a few minutes of this. “I’m gonna…” She nodded in understanding and stayed down on him. She cradled his balls and jacked the base of his shaft slowly. When he erupted, she took it in her mouth and swallowed all of it.
“Yours is the only seed I will ever swallow,” she said; her father had never forced that. “I liked it. I’ll do it whenever you want me to.” She licked him clean, and he immediately returned to form.
He began to assert himself, then. He took her to her back and rolled on top of her. He kissed her and massaged her breasts without needing to be guided to them. “Show me the body I will treasure forever,” he said. He rolled off of her and let her stand beside the bed. She took off her dress and undergarment. It was in that moment that Esther’s youth truly struck Levi. He was only sixteen, but this girl had just turned fourteen. After everything that had been done to her, she was still just a young girl, wanting to experience love for the first time. Her skin was almost white beneath her dress, and her breasts were very full, but they were firm. And in her eyes and her smile, he saw the element that made her a beauty beyond compare. There was trust and innocence. They had taken her body, but Asher had pulled her out of there before they broke her beautiful young soul.
“You are so beautiful, Esther. Heart and soul, mind and body.” She had always been told she was beautiful. It had never made her cry before. “Come back to our bed, my beautiful wife,” he said kindly.
Esther crawled on top of him and kissed him, using her tongue to explore his mouth. He was clumsy with it at first but found his way. She felt his cock against the very edge of her pussy lips, and wanted to take it inside of her, but knew that the first thrust must be his. He rolled her over and did not hesitate or make a declaration. He simply pushed inside of her in one slow stroke. It seemed to Esther that he would never end. Nothing had ever reached so deeply inside of her before. “It’s so long” she said again. He finally reached the hilt and just left it there for a few moments as he continued kissing her and gently pulled her white scarf from her hair, kissed it, and wrapped it around his hand.
“Your… womanhood touches me everywhere,” he said at last. “So soft and still so strong, like you.” He began to move in and out. He was gentle at first, but once she moaned in pleasure, he picked up his pace. Soon, he was taking her with great force. There was no pain; that was far behind her.
“Yes, Levi!” she cried. “The love of my life!” Esther’s joy knew no bounds. The one and only boy she had ever loved was taking her on their wedding night, and he was good! He was strong and tireless. She swelled in ecstasy, and he continued to give her waves of pleasure. He made her climax with a man inside her for the first time in her life, and still he continued. He made her do it again. She had felt the first one with such wonder that she scarcely made a sound or a movement as it sent a jolt of lightning through her. The second one she could anticipate. She recognized its build-up and grew more frenzied as it approached. “Oh, God! Oh, God, Levi! You’re doing it again! Fuck me!” She had never spoken that word in front of him before. She feared it would revile him, make him think she was nothing more than a whore. But he responded by increasing his efforts. “Fuck me!” she cried again, forgetting to think about the word. “Take me, my love!” Levi kissed her again, slowing his pace to make sure it was tender and sweet. “My husband, my life, my love,” she whispered as he moved gently in and out of her.
“My beautiful bride,” he said softly.
“Take me strong again,” she pleaded. “Love me strong, please. I would die for this.”
Levi returned to his former pace, but not for long. She knew what was happening to him. He was on his finishing strokes. “Fuck me, please, Levi,” she said, still pleading for the pleasure it gave her. He began pulling up short, teasing the moment, and then plunged deep down inside of her. “Give me that, husband! Give me that, please!” All the things she had hated, she now wanted so badly that she begged for them to happen to her. “Oh, I love you so much, Levi. I love you so much.” She whispered as he collapsed on top of her after delivering his seed deep, deep inside of her. She felt him slip from her. She missed his presence, but knew she would feel it again this night.
Levi crawled from on top of her and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Thank you, God, for the many gifts you have given me: the arrival of love in Asher’s life when Yael came here as his bride, the deliverance of my beloved and her sister from evil hands, the burden of secrecy you lifted from my mother, giving me my brother, and the gift of my one true love’s white scarf. I am most happily wed.”
Esther dropped down beside him. They prayed together, holding one hand and touching their others palm to palm. “God is great,” she said. “Thank you for all the gifts my husband listed, and for bringing me under the same roof as Yael. But most of all, God, thank you for forgiving my sins and leading me to the true love of my life.”
The Cain Mansion was dark from the outside that night; everyone had taken to their beds at an early hour. But inside, the house glowed with the warm light of love, the love of a mother for her sons and her daughters by marriage, the love of brothers, the love of sisters, and the love of husbands and wives. But there was yet another love, one that Esther felt but could not yet identify. Two weeks removed from her parent’s “vitamins,” she was fertile again. The mysterious love she felt, the gift she did not yet know to thank God for, was the first spark of her daughter’s life.
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