Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
THE COMMUNITY 3 of 3: THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF ASHER
By Wojo Martin
The final installment of THE COMMUNITY trilogy deals with tragedy and the healing power of love. We have seen the sisters, Yael and Esther, find loving husbands and a caring mother-in-law. When The Community rises up against them, they find their very lives are in danger. Finally, four of the five residents of Cain Mansion build a new life—in their own loving way—as citizens of the Outside World.
WARNING: If you’ve come this far, you probably know that this story features a young, sexually active girl and her only slightly older teenage sister. These stories also contain a fair number of references to characters’ religious beliefs. Still, if you’re just jumping in, there’s the warning.
CATEGORIES: Teen Male/Teen Female, pregnant, FFM threesome, incest, young, violence/death.
Fourteen-year-old Esther was more beautiful than ever in Levi’s eyes. She was six months with child, but had lost none of her youthful beauty. He was glad that she had grown accustomed to his desire to look at her naked pregnant body. She had worried at first that he would find her less attractive this way. She was short and busty, and had worked hard to keep her waist slim, lest she become too round. Now, she was very round. In Levi’s eyes, the perfection with which she had entered their marriage was somehow miraculously improved upon by her new shape.
“Cain Mansion is going to be very full,” she giggled as Levi made her stand and turn slowly for his adoring gaze. “You’re going to want to keep me pregnant all the time.”
“Would you mind?” he asked.
“I feel wonderful now,” she said. “Ask me after I’ve given birth to a child!” He looked ashamed, as if he’d been inconsiderate. “I would bear you ten children, Levi Bowe. In fact I might. We can provide for them.”
It was true. Levi’s brother Asher had given him a quarter of his fortune, and either in The Community or in the Outside World, it could support a family of twelve modestly for a lifetime. And with Asher’s guidance, Levi was increasing his fortune every day. Levi had come to understand investing; he was actually nearly as good at it as his big brother already. Some things must run in the family.
“We should practice for making the next nine baby Bowe’s,” he said.
“Nice way to spend a cold February night, but let me pee first,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Levi smiled. She had to go all the time. “Aren’t you going to follow me in?” she teased.
“That’s your sister’s husband.” Levi sometimes worried about the way Yael and Esther told each other everything. He now knew more about Asher and Yael’s private life than he had ever wanted to know. Pretty little Yael was barely thirteen now, but she was the most randy of the bunch. She had begun to develop a woman’s curves; that, Levi could not help but notice. And when he heard the stories of her passionate evenings with Asher, he could not help imagining her wild behavior. Still, these imaginings were brief. It was not a temptation; this house was blessed with husbands and wives whose amorous attention was given only to their spouse. That was not to say that the two couples were not inspired by tales of what was happening down the hall.
But the pissing thing was not what Levi considered to be his sort of fetish. Levi’s special turn-on was one that Asher’s wife could not yet give him. Levi reckoned that if Yael kept blossoming the way she had been lately it would be less than a year before Asher got to give it a try.
“Let me guess where you want to start,” Esther said as she re-emerged from the bathroom. Levi shrugged slightly as admission that her guess would be correct. He sat on the edge of the bed, and Esther used his knees to lower herself to kneel before him. He reached to the nightstand and grabbed the scented oil his wife loved so much. He poured some in his hands to warm it and began to massage it into her large breasts. She moaned softly in pleasure and took the bottle from him and began to rub oil on his rising shaft. Soon he was between her breasts and thrusting his hips. He lay back, and she leaned forward to rise above him. Soon, this might be too difficult for her to do, considering her swelling belly, so Levi appreciated it all the more. He bucked back and forth between her slickened breasts for a while. When it grew tiring for her to keep the position, she sank back to her knees and he propped himself up on his hands to watch her do the thing he loved best. She squeezed her breasts together around his shaft and then began to raise each breast. First one, then the other. “You’re so long,” she said, as she always managed to find an excuse to say once or twice while they made love.
“Most beautiful bosom in the world,” he said. She called them tits, and it sounded right when she did, but he never felt right about that. They were works of art to him, and he couldn’t use a common word to describe them. “Oh, my God, Esther. You’ve got me there already!”
“Well, we weren’t going to use it to make a baby tonight. Let it fly!” He bathed her breasts and chin with the explosion. She rose up enough to smother it in that small space, otherwise Levi feared he might have hit the ceiling. Laws of physics said he couldn’t have, but it sure felt that way to him. “Another mess!” she teased as she grabbed a Kleenex to wipe herself clean.
He held her hand back and looked at his seed on her. “But you wear it so well,” he said. He’d meant it as a tease, but as his attempts to tease her often did, it came out with a touch of wonder at her beauty. He released her hand and kissed her on the lips as she wiped his mess away. He helped her to the bed, even though she did not yet need such help.
They would talk during these times. She would stroke his chest and arms and he would hold her close until the passion began to build. These would often be serious talks of dreams and plans, and they only served in the end to make their lovemaking more wondrous. “What did Asher say?” she asked.
“He said he should have thought of it before,” Levi laughed fondly. Asher expected too much from himself.
“He thinks he’s responsible for all of us. But it comes from love, and I don’t mind.”
“He’s already been making sure the money is safe. He’s only ever kept a small portion of it in The Community, anyway. They have no idea what he’s really worth. They think the five million dollars he has in their bank is a lot of money. He’s worth twenty times that.”
“So… soon, then?”
“Yes. Very soon,” he said with quiet happiness. “Yael?” he asked.
“She wants to leave, too. Neither one of us wants to raise children in a place where girls are sold and boys are driven away.”
“Mother will go with us as well, but we have to all keep quiet about it.”
“Why, Levi? Other people leave.”
“Not someone who knows as much about the Elders as Asher. They fear him when they have him close, but they are terrified of what he might do if he ever left and turned on them. Esther, he fears there could be blood if they see it coming.”
“Then we prepare in secret.” She was so strong beneath her gentle nature. Levi knew she could be the dominant partner if she wished, but she happily followed him. He believed no man had ever been so fortunately wed.
“He has left us all instructions on how to get to the accounts if… if he’s not there. There are letters which will be delivered to the new house that tell us everything we need to know. It’ll be a much more modest house than this. In the Outside World, we’ll have to keep a low profile.”
“I can live modestly,” Esther said. “The only things I need are the five other beating hearts in this house.”
“Five?” he asked. She put his hand on her belly. “Five,” he said, understanding her. He took her in his arms and rolled her on top of him. She smiled and maneuvered her pregnant body so that she was still straddling his hips but facing his feet. Levi loved this, and Esther loved whatever made him happy. Besides, something about not being able to see her lover as he pleasured her made fucking like this even more intense than normal for Esther. Once in position, she found his shaft almost instantly and placed it inside of her warm sheath. She rocked slowly, and the pleasure she gave his manhood crept slowly outward to every part of his body. He felt strong. She always made him feel strong.
She teased him gently for a while, just letting them both enjoy the intimacy and love they shared. Then, she was ready to let her strong boy loose. “Love me hard,” she whispered, bracing her weight on her knees so that he could move freely under her. He grasped her bottom and swung into her over and over. He had learned that he could thrust fiercely into his little love, and she loved it all the more for the passion it showed. Esther had been abused, but knew the difference between cruelty and passion. With each passing week it was harder and harder for her to maintain positions for a long time. This was something of a nuisance for her at first, because she had loved to tease things out and make them last a long time before asking Levi to cut loose and finish in a flurry of wild movement and emotion.
But somehow her body had compensated. She climaxed very quickly now when he was inside her. And the same was true of him. Her pregnant body seemed to squeeze a release from Levi quickly. As he drove tirelessly into her, her excitement skyrocketed. She moaned softly, and whispered her curse word. He never used it to describe what they did. He felt strong enough to go without, but it made Esther feel earthy and lusty to use it, and he loved it when she did. “Fuck me, Levi. Please, fuck me hard,” she pleaded. It was never a command with her. She used base words, but considered congress between a man and wife to be a blessed gift. “You’re so good. I love you so.”
“I love you, Esther!” he cried when he found the breath. He felt like a hero in an epic love story as he repeatedly gave his lady everything he had.
“You did it to me! You did it to me!” she exclaimed as she climaxed. “OH! It’s so damned long!” Her pleasure was his greatest fuel. He continued to drive into her. Sometimes in recent weeks her climaxes had become chains, barely separated. “Again! You’re doing it again!” Levi felt blessed to have such a responsive wife. Her second climax brought his own rushing forward. He did not try to delay it. He had no wish to tire his pregnant wife.
“Oh, yes, my love!” he cried and emptied into her. He guided her to her back, cradling her in his loving arms. They held each other close. The night was silent, and Levi believed he could hear all three hearts pounding in the room.
Suddenly the intimate moment was shattered. Asher swung open the door. “Get your gun, little brother. They’re coming,” he said firmly and without nervousness. Asher was a man of steel when he needed to be. But he had a soft spot for his family, and he had developed something that could almost be mistaken for a sense of humor. “Your body’s just too damned beautiful to waste on him, Esther,” he said, realizing the couple was lying naked with no covers. He left, cocking the rifle he held in his hands.
Asher laid out the plan. Elder Wallace, who knew he would be amply rewarded for the information, had told him that there would be ten men coming to Cain Mansion with guns. Three others would be guarding the treacherous snowy road, and murder them all if they tried to flee in the car before the others arrived. They would come into the fight if they heard gunfire. Asher and Levi were not to live. The women belonged to the man who killed their husbands and sons.
Levi’s job was to creep through the trees adjacent to the property line. He would take out the men along the road. Asher would take cover behind the low brick flower garden next to the front door and keep the main group occupied until Levi returned and pinned them down from behind. Mother Bowe could drive, and the girls would wait in the car until the men arrived. Asher gave her the hard job of deciding when to give up on the boys and drive off without them if she needed to save the girls. No one questioned Asher’s plan, but Levi could see the girls wanted to join in the fight.
Levi kissed his wife and said simply, “I love you.” What else could he say?
Asher was nearly as brief with Yael. “I love you, little wife.” Levi crept quietly through the woods to find the men who were lying in ambush. They were fools. They had spread out to get a good field of fire and ensure more shots at a speeding car, but they had positioned themselves where they could not see one another. But Levi could see their footprints in the snow and find them easily. Levi pulled his knife and worked his way silently through the powdery snow. He killed the furthest man, clamping his hand over the man’s mouth as he repeatedly drove the knife into his kidneys. He had to be more cautious as he crossed the road to get the second. The two remaining assassins were still looking toward the direction from which the car would come and did not see him. The second man heard Levi coming at the last second and turned to fire at him. Levi threw the knife and struck him in the belly, not the killing blow he had hoped for, but as the man fell and tried to raise his rifle again, Levi drove his own rifle butt to the man’s skull. He did it twice more to make sure the job was finished.
The third man tried to cross the road, now suspecting there was someone in the woods who knew his position. Levi dropped him with a single shot between the shoulder blades. Then, all Hell broke loose up at Cain Mansion. The sound of the gunshot triggered an all-out advance by the men who had hoped to creep up undiscovered. Levi got back to the road and ran toward the battle.
When he arrived, he could see that Asher was hopelessly outmatched. They had pinned him down. Some of their weapons were semi-automatic. Asher had ordered more powerful weapons to defend his home, but they hadn’t arrived. With just a lever-action rifle Asher couldn’t rise up to fire and hold their advance in place. Levi saw eight silhouettes still moving clumsily through the snow, but making steady progress toward the house. There were too many for him to drop before they reached a place to get a shot at Asher. Suddenly there were seven, six. Someone was on the far side of the yard, tearing into them with deadly accuracy. Levi knew that Asher had taught Yael to use guns, and he had apparently taught her well. She had disobeyed her husband and joined the fight. She might have just saved them all. Levi opened fire.
The men in the huge lawn spun and fired wildly as the House of Cain tore into them. Superior numbers and firepower were simply no match for the withering crossfire Yael had given them. Asher was up again. In thirty brutal seconds, the snow was covered with the blood of dead men. Levi was not a cold man, but he had a family to defend. He moved to the bodies and made sure they were dead, throwing their weapons far from them as he did so. Not a body stirred.
Yael saw that no one moved, and ran to embrace her husband. He moved out to take his brave and disobedient little child bride in his arms. As Levi watched, he could tell that Asher had suddenly seen something. He threw Yael to the snow and stepped in front of her. A single shot rang out across the yard to Levi’s left. Even as his brother’s broad body absorbed the bullet aimed at his little bride, Levi emptied his rifle into the bushy evergreen tree at the far edge of the yard. A body tumbled from the tree. Levi wanted to run to his brother but first made sure the man who had fallen from the tree was dead. Levi had hit him four times in the chest and face.
Yael was weeping, holding the big body of her husband to her slender frame. The hands that had held her so fiercely could barely raise up to clutch at her arm. As Levi was approaching he heard a strained whisper. “I’m sorry, little wife. I promised you forever.” The arm dropped. Asher Cain was dead. Levi had no brother. Yael had no husband.
The wail that came from the girl would haunt Levi for the rest of his days. She had fought fiercely for those she loved, but in the end could not save the one she loved most passionately. He had died for her, something the Asher Cain of seven months ago could not have done for another person. Levi would try to explain that to Yael in the months to come. She had lost his life, but saved his soul. Asher and Yael would have forever in God’s house, where there were many mansions. But here on Earth, the man who owned Cain Mansion was gone from her, and that was all the child could now feel.
Early on a May morning, Esther gave birth to Ashley Bowe in a small town in Minnesota, half a continent away from the mountain country where she was conceived. The little girl’s birth certificate and all the paperwork the hospital staff saw said that the family name was “Moses.” Ashley was named for her Uncle Asher, cherished patriarch of her clan. The Moses family became something of a curiosity, and then a delight, to the nursing staff in the little hospital in which baby Ashley was born.
The nurses looked at the paperwork to check the girl’s age. It said she was seventeen. She looked a little younger, but who could tell? They had seen plenty of seventeen-year-old girls give birth through the years, but rarely had they seen a nineteen-year-old husband who was so mature, so caring, and so in charge of the family. They soon found that all their judgments and misgivings about this family—who had recently left some crazy religious cult—were ill-founded.
Certainly Levi Bowe seemed a bit of an anachronism to them, a boy patriarch to whom even his mother deferred, but he was so thoughtful and gentle that their distaste for the sexism inherent in the arrangement soon faded. Their paper work said they were from Texas, and he did have some kind of accent. But it was clear to anyone who spoke to him that while he was old-fashioned, he was a kind and decent boy. In private conversations, the nurses even admitted that he was one of the sexiest fathers they’d had come through in a good long while. Most of them found themselves developing a bit of a crush on the handsome young man.
With the mother being so young, and the little child having a trace of jaundice, the nurses spent four days with the family. They were reassured by the gentle presence of Grandmother Moses. She was only in her late thirties or early forties, but she seemed to have the wisdom of the ages. There was sadness in her eyes, but there was love of life as well.
The shining star in the eyes of the staff, however was little Auntie Yael. Apparently, after the death of her parents, Grandmother Moses had adopted her. Perhaps that was why she and her sister wore identical light blue scarves when they had first come in. The Grandmother’s was dark blue. After the baby arrived, the young mother changed her scarf to dark blue, and the grandmother changed hers to light grey. The nurses spent long hours trying to find the meaning. The girl in the light blue scarf was thirteen and full of life and curiosity. She asked about every machine, read every book in the maternity library, and quizzed the doctors about every decision. When old Doctor Ericson grew gruff with her, she batted her big blue eyes and pouted until he was so charmed by her that he let her accompany him on his rounds. She had him so captivated that for the remainder of her stay, the old goat was even polite to the nurses.
The girl was such a vivacious little beauty that Marge Haroldson tried to set her up with her fourteen-year-old son. Only then, did the child grow a bit strange and distant. Marge apologized immediately, and felt like a fool for forgetting that the naïve girl had come from a very strict religious community and had probably rarely even spoken to a young man outside of her family. But the incident turned into a deeper friendship when Yael recovered herself, hugged Marge and thanked her for the kind offer. “You are such a pretty woman, Marge. I bet your son is handsome as can be,” the child said. “But it would be inappropriate for me to do that.”
“Oh,” Marge said, “should I have asked Levi first? Is that the right way for your folk?”
“To tell you the truth, Marge, we’re finding our own way right now. So even he might not know what to do. Maybe once we get settled in with the baby we’ll talk it all through. Thanks for your kindness. You nurses are all so nice, and so pretty!” Marge repeated the compliment to the staff, and soon Yael could hardly walk down the hallway without getting smiles, winks and hugs from the ladies. When the Moses family left the hospital, everyone who could shake themselves free came out to wish them well, a very rare occurrence for the busy maternity staff.
The summer months passed. It had been nearly half a year since Asher had died. Yael got up at 3 AM on an August morning to feed Ashley the milk that her exhausted mother had pumped earlier in the evening. She cuddled with the precious child until her little eyes closed. Yael returned the baby to her nursery and then crawled into her own bed.
Her duties for the day happily discharged, Yael hugged her pillow and wept bitterly for over an hour. Heaven was too far away, and it would take her a lifetime of righteousness to earn her way there. A lifetime was too long without Asher. Still, there could be no exit for Yael. She was making up her own mind about what was a sin and what pleased God these days, and she had decided that taking her own life was an offense against God’s will… and that would bar her from ever seeing her beloved husband again. She finally drifted off, dreaming of his strong arms and his musky scent.
The next day, Yael was as vivacious and pleasant as ever. At breakfast she chatted excitedly about the new school they had found for her. She was to attend The Elizabeth Blackwell Academy, an all-girls school, her choice. She wanted to avoid having to fend off advances and questions from eager boys. Besides, Elizabeth Blackwell had been America’s first female doctor, and Yael now desired to become a doctor herself. She had read everything she could get her hands on since she had come to the Outside World. When it came to the core academic areas, she felt fairly well-prepared. Everyone would expect her to have gaps after being raised and educated in “some cult,” but she would catch up.
She knew she would have social gaps as well. She tried to watch the TV shows that were popular with kids, but their ways of interacting with each other were very strange to her. The music was even more bizarre. She had learned to use her cellphone, but she had no idea what a “Payphone” was. And for that matter, what was a “Maroon 5?” Still, everyone would expect those kinds of things from “the cult girl.” She was excited about school. She chatted on and on about the baby, about school, about the beauty of the green northern Minnesota forests and lakes and everything else that came up in conversation. When she finally left the kitchen and went to check on the baby, Esther and Grandmother shook their heads and clucked their tongues. “Someone has to do something about that girl,” Grandmother said.
Esther nodded in agreement. “She’ll talk about everything but…” she said.
“My biggest mistake after Daniel passed was letting the empty bed become a habit. For all the joy my life has brought me, I still should have remarried. Levi should have had more siblings than Asher.”
“A girl her age can’t get married in this world.”
“Do you have any idea what to do, Daughter?”
“Yes, Grandmother. And you have the same idea.”
“They won’t like it,” the woman said to her daughter-in-law.
“Not at first, but they will see how right it is,” the young mother said. After a long pause she added sheepishly. “And so will I.”
Her mother-in-law patted her gently on the hand. “You are the finest example of a wife and sister I have ever known, little Esther. I cherish you.”
That night, Esther and Levi had the first true argument of their married life. Levi could see no way in which he could grant his wife the one big request she had ever made of him, not in the Outside World that was now their home. Esther could see no way that he could refuse her request, and for the first time in their marriage, she dug in and held her ground. Esther cited Biblical examples, but Levi had had his fill of Scriptures being bent to support immoral decisions. He didn’t think his wife was being immoral, not by any means. He just thought that what she asked for belonged to another world and another time, and Scripture could not change that.
The argument ended when Esther changed her request to a far simpler one. “Go stand outside her door, then!”
Levi complied with this. He stopped outside Yael’s door and heard the bitter weeping coming from inside the room. He hadn’t heard such pain since they had burned Cain Mansion with the bodies of its owner and many others inside of it. (All anyone outside The Community was ever told was that there was a tragic fire in which many of the menfolk were killed during some sort of meeting.) Levi heard Yael weep, and he felt a drive that he shared with his brother, the need to fix things. Asher’s passion in this regard had been fierce; Levi’s was gentle, but no less strong. He knocked on the door.
“Come in, Esther,” he heard a soft voice call.
“It’s not Esther. It’s Levi; are you decent?”
“Come in, Levi,” she said. She was sitting on propped up pillows. Yael wore one of the short nightgowns the girls had adopted since moving out of the Community. She had her legs covered with the blanket, though. A pile of spent Kleenex sat on her lap.
“I heard you crying, Yael. It’s wrong to suffer alone in a house filled with people who love you. Let us help you.”
“Would you like me to come into your room and cry while the two of you try to sleep?”
“Your coming into our room is the question of the day, little sister,” he said and sat on the end of her bed.
He nodded. “Mother, too.”
“You?” she asked.
“Yael, I wanted to leave the Community far behind us, but they murdered Asher and put a huge hole in all of our lives, especially yours.”
Yael fell to pieces, then, and Levi could not help but move to put his strong arms around her. She cried and cried on the shoulder of the man she loved as a big brother, a man her family wanted to make into something else entirely. “You’re a good man, Levi, and handsome and young,” she said at last. “But in this world can even a man like you have two wives?”
“It would have to be a secret, Yael. And I was hoping to leave those behind as well.” He felt her tiny arms slide around him. He had always believed she was beautiful, but thoughts of her sexual appeal were fleeting, even when she had been a randy little wife who spoke openly of the pleasures she experienced in her marriage bed. “I can’t be Asher,” he admitted. “He was so strong, so bold.”
“And he was also weaker in some ways than you, Levi. He had so much pain and anger inside. He hated himself until we fell in love. Even then, he carried shame about what he had done before.” She held him for a long time. There was no disrespect for Asher in what she had said. She had merely pointed out that Levi was as strong and wonderful as his older and more worldly brother had been. “I love you, Levi,” she said sweetly, in a sister’s voice. “And I could love you, too.” Her voice changed to a whisper, and it was clear that the word “love” had different meanings in her two statements.
“You are beautiful, Yael. Only Esther compares to you. You are fierce and a little wild in ways your sister is not. We would have a different love than I have with her, but if we… ours would be no less a love if we set it free.” He wanted to kiss her, to take her in his arms and let her know how she moved him now that he allowed himself to think of her. But there was one question that neither of them had addressed.
Yael finally said it. She was the bold one now that Asher was gone; perhaps she had been even before that. “Esther and I would share a bed, Levi. She has had a woman take her by force; could she make love to another?”
“She had a man take her by force; she made love to another after that.”
“My mother,” Yael stopped speaking and spat. “Was worse.”
“And the girl she will take into her bed has loved Esther her entire life and will only continue to love her. Esther’s words, not mine. But I believe her.” They kissed, then. It was sweet and gentle, but it was filled with longing. Levi slid from her arms and knelt on the floor, taking her tiny hand in his. “Widow Cain, I love you. I will live my life to make you and Esther happy. Marry me, please.”
“I love you, Levi Bowe. I will marry you and be Second Wife to Esther.”
“We’ll have none of that,” he said in his patriarch voice. “All God’s people are equals; man, woman and child. There will be no Second Wife, only two First Wives whom I worship and adore. Our children will never know a life where anyone thinks differently.”
“Our children will be beautiful, but they will not come until I am ready, Levi. I am going to be a doctor someday. I will go to college and leave this house for a long time, but I will return and raise a family with you and Esther.”
“You will be a good mother, Yael. I like your plan. Tomorrow, Mother will perform the ceremony. She is a more sacred person than any elder or priest could ever be.” He kissed her and left to spend her last night alone.
She fell to her knees in prayer. “Heavenly Father, thank you for the family you have given me. Nothing any evil person has done or could ever do will ever be as strong as the love they bring me. You are kind and merciful. I will be happily wed a second time.”
The ceremony was brief, but beautiful. Grandmother Moses knew no other way to speak of the act of love she consecrated. Yael kissed the hem of her dress a second time. “Welcome again, Daughter,” her mother-in-law said. “My family has long been your family, and now it will be a happy one again.”
A simple meal followed. The only one who ate a full meal was little Ashley. Esther nursed her as the others cleared the table. Grandmother Moses came and took the child when Esther was done. “Tomorrow night,” she declared happily, “one of you girls will need to put the child to bed. I have a date.”
“Mother that’s wonderful!” Levi declared in joy.
“You’d be surprised how many men in Minnesota are interested in a thirty-eight year-old widow with no young children and a small fortune!” Asher had indeed left her a generous share of his wealth. “Now that my little house is in order, I expect that I will be gone fairly often. I want to enjoy the company of a handsome man or two, and if the right one takes the bait, I will happily remarry.” The girls hugged their mother-in-law, and Levi beamed happily. She would find many men who desired her, and her wisdom would lead her to one who would cherish her and not her wealth.
The time had arrived for the three newlyweds to ascend the stairs to the master bedroom. This would be a complicated night. None of them had ever experienced a willing threesome, and there was some horrible history to overcome where Esther was concerned. Levi and Yael secretly wanted Esther to take the lead to avoid doing anything to her that would spark a bad memory. Esther seemed to read their minds, and she put a stop to such thinking in short order. “I want this so badly,” she declared. “There is nothing the two of you could do that would in any way remind me of anything even slightly evil. I thrill to your touch, Levi. Yael, you have grown into the most beautiful girl on the planet. I have never desired a girl’s touch before, but I want to experience your lovemaking. Since that door has been opened, I desire it. Yael, I crave it!”
Yael did not blush often, but she flushed bright red when she saw how sincerely her beautiful sister wanted to be her lover. “Esther, all through my childhood nothing made me happier than seeing a smile on your pretty face. Now, I have another way to make you smile. Since the door has been opened to make love to you and Levi… I want you both so much I could cry. Oh, and I’ve been told I’m really good at this sort of thing!” They laughed merrily; they weren’t sure how to proceed, but they now knew that they were going to find ways to make one another happy.
Asher had picked a home that was far more modest than Cain Mansion, but it was still a very large and comfortable house. He had planned on a home filled with sons, daughters, nephews and nieces. And he had made sure that there were two master bedrooms set up like his had been at the mansion. The bedrooms had large walk-in closets and separate “His and Her” bathrooms. The girls each kissed Levi passionately, grabbed sexy little nighties from the closet and headed to the bathroom they now shared. Esther went in first and was surprised that Yael left the door open. She had forgotten about Asher’s fetish. “Um, Levi doesn’t really want us to leave that open,” she said.
“Sorry,” Yael winced and closed the door. “Habit. I can’t believe how quickly it became something sweet for Asher.”
“I offered to do it for Levi. Not his fetish. Say… can you get your tits close enough together for Levi to fuck?” Yael squeezed her breasts together. They were coming in nicely now. They weren’t ever going to be like Esther’s, but they were definitely becoming very prominent features on Yael’s slender frame. Esther looked at her sister’s chest. “You could do it, Yael. It’s his favorite thing. Levi and I haven’t been doing it much lately. I kind of want to save my milk for Ashley and when Levi does me that way, I leak all over.”
Yael giggled. “You really didn’t need bigger tits, Esther.” Esther laughed, too.
The girls began to change into their nighties. They took off the nice blue dresses they had worn for the wedding. They continued to undress, and Esther paused to watch as her sister slid out of her panties. Her naked bottom was bent toward her big sister. Yael had said she liked it when Asher did it, so Esther gave her a little slap. Yael rose with a naughty smile, and Esther took her little sister by the shoulders and gently turned her so that she could look into her eyes. She kissed Yael, and their hands wandered all over each other’s naked forms for a few seconds. “I love you, Yael. If there’s anything that doesn’t feel right…”
Yael kissed her big sister and cut off the unneeded words. “I love you, Esther,” she said. “And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I am happily wed to you as well as Levi.” They stared at each other for a long moment, and then they turned to slip into their nighties. Yael hung hers back on the hook. “Um, Esther… I really do need to pee.”
“Well, I didn’t, until you said that. Just go ahead.” Esther turned to the mirror and didn’t watch her sister. Yael finished quickly and stood to flush. “Yael? Is it really fun to have someone watch?”
“I liked it; not the first time, but after that… It was just something that never made sense, but we liked it. It became very intimate and tender for Asher. I liked it, but only because he liked it.” Esther took her nightie back off and sat down on the toilet. She took Yael’s hand, and Yael turned to watch her. Esther’s water tinkled in the bowl. Yael pulled her sister to her feet and then took some tissue and wiped her gently as Asher had done for her. She kissed her big sister and led her hand to the lever, repeating what had eventually become part of her ritual with Asher.
Esther had gasped softly at her sister’s cleansing touches and stared in wonder after the act. “I guess I’m with Asher,” she said. “That was as sexy as anything.” Yael smiled and led her big sister to the sink. They washed one another’s hands. That part, Yael thought, was the sexiest part of the ritual. She loved cleaning and pampering her lovers. Esther then whispered in her sister’s ear, and they made a plan for how they would please their husband on this joyous night.
Levi was fidgeting on the bed. He now hated the black pajamas he wore. He looked in the dressing mirror and thought that they looked like a cheap ninja costume. It was too late to change now, he decided. He tried lying in different positions, but how did one find a pose sexy enough for the two most beautiful girls in the world? And why did they need him anyway? Sure, both girls had shown they liked men well enough, but why in the world would anyone kiss him when either of his two wives was available? After that thought, Levi found himself grinning. His two wives… either of them would be enough to make a man happy for a lifetime. Now, at only seventeen years of age, he had married both of the sisters. Whatever he had done to please God so much, he hoped he could find a way to do it again.
After what seemed like an hour to Levi, the girls emerged from the bathroom in blue nighties. Esther’s was the dark blue of a mother. Yael’s was the light blue of a wife who was yet to have children. This choice of color was their final concession to having been raised in The Community. They loved the sense of ceremony which that life had given them, but they were ready to leave it all behind now. There would be no more scarves besides the two white scarves that the girls and Levi kept as remembrances of the first times either of them shared a bed with one of the brothers. Levi had noticed that they had picked out other nighties as well. He could not wait until the night when the two black-haired beauties would come to his bed wearing the matching vivid red gowns they had purchased this morning!
Esther took Yael by the hand and led her to the bed. Both girls paused and turned in a slow circle so that Levi could admire the little nighties that did not cover the matching panties. The two girls stopped and smiled at one another. They took a breath at the same time and then turned to Levi, speaking simultaneously. “Husband, please sit at the edge of the bed.” The boy was stunned by the sound of the two girlish voices woven into one. He obediently moved to the edge of the bed.
As the girls stood before him, he found his voice. “That was incredible, wives. Do that again sometime.” There was a touch of bass in his voice, and the girls loved it. They had feared that their teaming might overpower him, but Levi was going to have opinions on their lovemaking and share them. It was exciting to know that he was going to be strong enough to not get lost in the mix. Esther moved to him and began to unbutton his top while Yael slowly removed his bottoms.
“Your cock is so fucking long!” Yael said in wonder. Asher had not been as tall as his younger brother, but he had been more powerfully built. This was reflected in their respective manhoods as well. Asher’s thickness was greater, but Levi offered Yael something else.
Levi had never taken Esther’s declarations on his length for granted, but he found new excitement in Yael’s exclamation of surprise. He was naked now, and the two sisters massaged his legs and shoulders. Esther began trailing her hands over his chest and soon climbed onto the bed behind him, pressing her full breasts to his back as she continued to massage and stroke him. Through the thin fabric of her nightie, he could feel her warmth; as always, her touches filled him with strength. He was glad. He felt he would need that strength tonight.
Yael sank to her knees and pulled the nightie off over her head. She seemed ready to begin something, but then rose. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. “I love you, Levi,” she whispered. Levi felt Esther kiss him on the cheek and then Yael leaned a little further and kissed her sister over Levi’s shoulder. The girls whispered of their mutual love as well. Yael squeezed Esther’s hand for a moment and then knelt back down. She took Levi’s erection in her tiny hands and placed it between her breasts. He gasped in pleasure. “I don’t quite have the tits to pull this off like Esther,” she said softly, “but she gave me an idea.”
Levi was sure he would like whatever idea they had come up with. Yael didn’t use the oil like her sister, and Esther stopped Levi when he began to reach for it. Yael began to urge Levi upward between her breasts, and then took the end of his erection in her mouth. He was able to slowly rise and fall between her breasts as she kissed and sucked the end of his shaft. The thrill was extraordinary. Yep, the girls had definitely come up with a good idea. Levi had a better one. “Get on your back on the bed, Yael.” His tone assured her that he was pleased with what she had been doing. She did as he asked, trailing a lingering hand up his long cock as she did it. “You hold them in place, Esther.”
Levi straddled her chest on the bed and placed a pillow beneath her head. He was able to lower himself enough to keep contact with her breasts, and they were more able to keep him between them this way. Esther squeezed and lifted her sister’s breasts. Yael returned her mouth to him and resumed pleasing him that way as well. The boy was not shy about the way he did this. Yael was a wild little lover; that much they all knew. She was used to a rough but loving hand. Levi felt stronger than ever. He reached a long arm out, caught his busty wife by the waist and gently pulled her to him for a series of kisses. Then, he led her to lie down beside his taller but slighter wife. He stopped thrusting and let the girls find their way. There were two warm wet mouths on him now, and two little tongues darting around his long shaft. They would take turns sucking him, licking him, kissing him. Esther’s hands were on her sister’s near nipple, teasing it and pinching it gently. Yael cried out in ecstasy. She loved being pinched. She turned and reached for her sister’s kiss.
Levi could not believe the way his heart leapt to see two gorgeous girls who loved him loving each other. It was as sexy as anything he had ever seen, and Esther had shown him many things that had thrilled him. But more than that, it was simply beautiful to feel their warmth around him as they showered each other with passionate love. The fact that Yael’s busy little hand kept going on Levi’s shaft made it all the more wonderful. Esther was the more aggressive with her hands; she pinched and squeezed her sister. But the way Yael kissed was fierce. This girl loved harder than Levi imagined possible. Esther was picking up on her energy, and suddenly the two hungry mouths turned to Levi again. Esther rose to his mouth, and Yael stayed down on him.
After this went on for a long moment, Esther slid behind her husband and found the waistband of Yael’s light blue panties. She slowly removed them as Yael squirmed in excitement. Esther snuck a finger to her sister’s little pussy. She stroked Yael’s labia and then snuck a second finger inside of her tight opening. It was so wet, so warm, so wonderful. Yael’s sex gripped at her fingers. Esther knew now that if she’d been a man she would want nothing more than push into her. She could feel Yael try to reach for her fingers and take more inside her. Her little sister wanted so badly to be filled. “Fuck her, Levi, before we blow your seed all over the room. And she’ll want you to be strong with her, my love.”
“Oh hell, yes!” Yael cried.
Esther wanted so very badly to see this now. She had known she would like it, but after the bathroom she had begun to realize how much she craved watching and being watched. Love was beautiful, and there was so much of it to see and be part of now. She was going to see her husband enjoy the girl she loved as much as she loved him, and she was going to see her dear, sweet Yael writhe in ecstasy. Esther knew what her boy’s length could do to a girl.
Yael looked up at Levi’s handsome face and saw that he was going to take Esther’s suggestion. Any girl that had been married to Asher Cain knew what it was like to be fucked. After sharing that passionate man’s marriage bed, six months was far too long to go without being taken by a strong lover. Levi took both her tiny wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head on the bed as he straddled her at the waist. He began kissing her breasts and slender neck with slow, lingering desire. Yael bucked and moaned in both ecstasy and frustration as he teased her. “Please, Levi!” she cried loudly. “Please, take me!”
“I will. I love you, little wife,” he said, not intentionally using his brother’s favorite term of endearment.
There was no sadness in Yael’s eyes. She was a little wife. She was born to be so many, many things, but a little wife was certainly one of them. Even though she was taller than Esther, she knew she was slight and would always be the little wife. It thrilled her to be called that again. She was almost wild with desperation now. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her. “Oh, please, please fuck me, Levi,” she whispered. He rose up on his arms and slipped himself inside her open legs. Levi slid his long shaft very slowly into Yael, and her eyes opened wide as it took forever to bottom out.
Esther had moved aside, and removed her nightie and panties. She touched herself and smiled as she saw Yael’s expression of disbelief at the length of her new husband. Levi had learned how thrilling it was for a wife to have him slide excruciatingly slowly into her eager pussy. He was not vain about his length, but he wasn’t foolish enough to let it go to waste. When he released Yael’s hands, they clawed at his back. Hard work had kept her nails short, but they still left red marks on his skin. Esther wondered if she would like that. Levi certainly did. He was going at Yael very hard now, and she was clearly thrilled to feel his powerful thrusts reach deep, deep down inside of her. “Fuck me,” the little wife cried. “Fuck me, Levi!”
Esther loved sex, and was blessed with a slow-burning passion that her gentle love gradually stoked to an incredible intensity. Yael was something different. The same love was there, but her fire burned differently. There was no slow burn with her. Esther wanted to make each coupling last for an exquisitely long time. Yael wanted to tear into it and let her passions run from the onset. She loved a man for a long time by simply reviving him and doing it again and again until they collapsed from exhaustion. She drove herself into Levi, meeting his thrusts with bucks of her hips that made sure each and every stroke touched as much of her as possible. Her tight pussy longed to be filled and emptied quickly. The moments of withdrawal were as meaningful to her as the moments of entrance. Levi’s cock provided her with sensations she had been too long without, and her pussy rewarded it with hungry grasping that urged him to continue to return again and again.
Esther was rapidly touching herself and watching in rapt amazement as her husband and sister-wife made mad love inches from her. She had never imagined how intensely pleasing this would be. She longed to have Levi inside of her, but she knew she loved to see what was happening to the people she loved as well. Yael was nearing her climax, and there was no way that Levi could not have been nearing his own. Esther surprised herself slightly. She was rising rapidly. She would beat them both to it! “You are so beautiful!” she cried to both of them and then let loose with a long moan of delight as her body trembled with ecstasy. She lay on her side, then. Her face was so close to Yael that she could feel her breath. “Cum hard, little wife,” she whispered. “Let it go!”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Yael screamed, amazed at the way her sister’s whispers had intensified the experience.
Levi’s deep groan followed several seconds later. Esther saw his eyes close tightly with exertion and then open wide as his spasms continued for a very long time. She had never fucked him like Yael did, but she was not threatened by that. She knew she moved her husband’s body and soul deeply; she had no fear of him ever wanting to give up any of what they shared. He would put babies in Esther’s womb again and again if she wanted, and each one would be conceived in moments of passion and love. Levi collapsed in exhaustion, and Esther kissed his strong shoulders and arms for several long seconds.
Yael could sense her sister’s warmth and she reached for her. She caught a handful of breast, of course, but Esther pulled Yael’s fingers away and brought them to her mouth. Esther kissed and sucked the slender fingers. Levi sensed Yael’s desire to move to her sister, and he rolled to his back, waving his hand to indicate that he was ready for them to have a little time without him.
Yael recuperated far more quickly. She was out from under him in a heartbeat. She crawled on top of Esther and kissed her with the same wild desire with which she had kissed the men in her life. Her fingers dropped to her sister’s sex and began stroking her and probing her. Esther had briefly kissed and held her sister, but she had never experienced her full passion. Now, she felt how hungrily her sister desired her, and it stirred Esther deep inside. Yael had always been the second favorite daughter. It was only her sister and lovers that had given her the intense affection she desired. Now, in one person, she had found both. “I love you, little wife,” her sister told the tiny, desperate lover.
Yael needed to feel her sister’s body twist and buck with desire. She slid down to her pussy and began to kiss her there and probe deep inside her with her little fingers. She felt a deep desire to express her maddening emotions. “Bad words,” she groaned.
“All of them, baby. Use them all.”
“I love your sweet little cunt, girl,” Yael said, lifting her head and staring into Esther’s beautiful blue eyes. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt.” She slid two fingers inside of her sister and began pumping her furiously. Esther moaned in pleasure. Yael was wild and gentle all at once, and she knew where to touch her.
“Oh my God!” Esther cried. “You crazy little girl, that feels so fucking good.”
Yael continued with her fingers and brought her mouth to Esther’s clit. She sucked it hard, far harder than Levi had ever dared. Yael thrilled to see her sister writhe and pitch side to side as if she was trying to escape. At the same time, Esther pressed Yael’s head down into her. “I’ll make you scream,” Yael muttered when she took a breath. “I love you so much.”
Esther’s child bride did as she promised. Esther had no defense against the onslaught her little sister launched on her then. Yael licked her and kissed her as she stuck her fingers into her sister again and again. She returned to the almost too strong sucking on her clit. Almost too strong. It pushed waves of pleasure through Esther that bordered on pain. Esther screamed loudly, and she could feel Levi stirring next to her. She worried that he might try to calm Yael down, but he was watching intensely and pulling at his rapidly recovering cock. His look was incredibly sexy. This was outside his experience, but he was thrilled, not worried. Esther wanted him so badly, but there was no way she was going to let this end before she came for her sister, and returned the favor. “You taste so good, Esther. You taste like love.” She said and returned to kissing and sucking her big sister’s pussy.
Esther screamed again, and brought her legs up as close to her bottom as she could. She would open up as far as she could for what her little lover was doing… what her little wife was doing. Esther had not counted on how far Yael was inclined to take things. The finger her sister shoved into her bottom was the first she had felt there in a long time. Levi had never yielded to that temptation, and she had not yet been bold enough to ask for it even when she thought she desired it. “Oh, fucking yes,” she groaned. “Fucking yes!” She couldn’t manage another loud sound now; Esther’s body was too overwhelmed to draw enough breath to do more than squeak and moan soft words. “You crazy little bitch,” she purred. “I love you.”
“Cum hard for me, Esther. Let it go,” Yael whispered when she could sense that her sister was close. Esther’s mouth flew open in a silent scream as she released a flood of her juices onto her sister’s lips. Her body shook with delight and relief. She managed a look to Levi that communicated the question in her mind, “Can you fucking believe this?”
Levi moved over and took Yael’s upper body between his legs. He leaned down and kissed her as the elder wife found the strength to slide herself between her sister’s legs. She kissed her sister’s tight little pussy and tasted her husband there. Esther had no squeamishness about the traces of white fluid she found with her tongue. She had done everything she could think of with Levi’s seed. She imagined that Yael might find a few new things, though. Esther knew she would love those new things as she loved her sister, and as she loved her husband. She put her finger inside of Yael’s tight little cunt. Here, there was still more of Levi’s cum. She felt her finger slosh a little inside of the incredibly tight channel. How had Levi fit in there? She supposed that she herself had been that tight on her wedding night. She had not been much older than Yael was now, and at that point Esther hadn’t yet experienced a cock of any true size. Esther continued to pleasure her little wife as their husband made out with her and teased her nipples.
It was not a very long session. Yael was so excited from making her sister scream in ecstasy that she was ready to go over with little coaxing. Her slender legs clamped over Esther’s shoulders and she began to bounce slowly up and down. Esther stuck her finger where Yael had stuck hers, and the girl went wild now. Yael screamed an obscenity and began to shudder and thrash, holding Esther’s face down with her strong little legs. Esther had discovered she liked a real lover’s finger in her bottom. Yael already knew that she loved one there. She loved more than a finger there, but for right now she had more than she could handle with two lovers working her together. Warm juices covered Esther’s chin as her sister climaxed. Yael was silent until she caught her breath. Then the wild child spoke softly and sweetly. “I love you both so much. Show me the beautiful way you make love.”
Yael did not do as Esther had done and touch herself while watching the others make love. She curled up on her side and watched silently as Levi pulled Esther on top of him. For several long minutes, Esther rode their husband. Her hands rested gently on his chest as she moved slowly up and down, grinding and snaking to find the places that gave them the most mutual pleasure. When she wasn’t carrying a child, Esther could go for a very long time and worked very slowly toward a mutual climax for her and her husband. Yael was fascinated to watch at first, and then she was moved by the beauty of it. Her gorgeous sister had always been like an angel to her, but she never seemed more beautiful than in that moment. She made Levi seem so strong as he rose repeatedly into her and then took her weight back onto him as she began her cycle of gentle rocking movements again.
Yael’s love was a beautiful expression of unchecked emotion, a wild testament to the passions that nature had instilled in humans. Esther’s love was a beautiful expression of the gentle emotions that separated loving humans from nature’s other creatures. The girls would learn from one another, as Asher had learned from Yael, and she from him. When Esther climaxed on Levi, it was a quiet display of desire coupled with tenderness, and Yael wept to see it. She was still weeping when Levi’s back arched, raising his lover in the air as he gave her his seed.
The three lovers pulled one another together into a loving unit. On this night, Esther was the quiet center. Yael crawled up and kissed them both tenderly. Levi got up and found the blankets and covered them all before sliding back in and throwing a long arm across the two sisters. Yael kissed his hand and slid her arms around Esther’s waist. They simply told the others that they loved them, and they drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, they made love again, taking Esther’s gentle route. As they cuddled afterwards, Yael told them how she wanted the two of them to take her that night. Levi and Esther had never been quite so rough as Yael was telling them they could be with her. They were uncertain about it. “It’s what I need sometimes,” she said at last, trying to make them understand. “It shows me that you want me.” That night, Esther held her sister’s upper body down on the bed as Levi stood behind her and drove his manhood somewhere it had never gone with a woman before.
Esther was afraid they would hurt her at first, but it was plain to see this was what Yael wanted. She cussed and swore, but at the same time repeated how much she loved them. After several minutes of this, Esther saw it differently. “Tomorrow night,” Esther asked when it was all done, “would you two please do that to me?”
Levi cocked his head to the side as if he was thinking about it, but then grinned. “I suppose.”
“I need a shower before bed,” Yael said. “You two made me all sweaty. Esther?” Yael reached her hand to her sister, and they went off toward the bathroom they shared. “Esther, can you teach me how to do things slowly? It’s so beautiful when you do it. I want to be like that.”
After the two girls went off to their shower, their husband paused for a moment before heading to his bathroom. Levi dropped to his knees beside the bed and gave thanks to God. He gave a great deal of thanks to God, because he had so much for which he was grateful. Then he made a promise to his brother. Asher had died for Yael. Levi made the promise that if danger ever threatened her he would do the same. The Community had collapsed in the wake of the massacre, so that wasn’t a likely threat, but Levi would still remain vigilant. He also promised Asher that he would make sure that Yael became everything she now dreamed of becoming. She was young. She might change her mind a dozen times yet about what she would do with her life, but here and now, she was free to become the woman she wanted to be. Levi swore to Asher that he would never stand in the way of their clever little wife’s dreams.
After that, Levi smiled and promised Asher that the three of them would be happy together until the day they met in heaven and he could place Yael’s hand in Asher’s. Levi knew in his heart that his big brother would have made the same decisions if their positions had been reversed. Asher would have wed, protected and loved Esther. He did not need to explain this new marriage to Asher. But he did need his brother to know that they had thrown away guilt and evil memories and would dwell in the house Asher had built for them. And they would fill that house with hope, dreams, children… and love.
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