Chapter Eleven: Another Addition

Thursday morning came, and we luxuriated in bed, tangled and warm. Hannah stretched and informed us, "Gotta milk the cow and gather the eggs. I had just finished milking when you arrived yesterday, but by now, Mrs. O'Leary will be about frantic."

With that, she darted into the bathroom, then raced out to start her morning chores. Yep, a real farm girl.

My ladies and I took our turns in the bathroom, dressed, and headed for the kitchen where we met the returning Hannah.

She carried a basket with maybe a dozen eggs and large jug of steaming milk. "I left the rest of the milk in the holding tank, but with only me and no pickups, I'm afraid it will go bad. I used a bunch a few days ago to churn butter, but now there's enough butter to last for weeks."

"Sit!" directed Rachel. "My turn to cook. I'm thinking ham and cheese omelets, French toast, and coffee. You do have ham and cheese?" she asked Hannah.

"Plenty of cheddar and a there's large chunk of Petunia left," Hannah grinned as she stowed her plunder in the refrigerator.

I laughed. "Did you folks name every animal on the farm?"

"You betcha! We had to have some way to differentiate, and we weren't sentimental that way."

While Rachel started to work her culinary magic, we three relaxed and sipped our coffee. Soon, we were digging in.

As we pushed back, Hannah took a deep breath, looked us, and stated, "I want to be WITH you. I want it ALL. Hear me out ... ." She was begging.

Three sets of puppy dog eyes looked at me. 'Oh shit, I'm in for it now!'

"Okay, we are all ears," I responded.

She looked at me, "I'm not a virgin, but I'm not very experienced. You can teach me."

Where did _that_ come from? This is a partnership. She had to convince us all, not just me. Well... maybe not. Puppy dog eyes - damn! I motioned her to continue.

"I'm smart and not just school smart. I can cook; you tasted that. I can track, hunt, trap, clean, and cook what I kill. I'm very good with a bow, target and hunting, and I can split a match at twenty feet with my throwing knife."

She rushed on, "But those are mostly skills. I'm loyal. I've never tried it, but I think girls turn me on as much as boys. I know I'm in lust for the three of you, and I'm pretty sure it will be love before we're done!"

I held up my hand, staring at her. I looked to my ladies and motioned. "Into the bedroom, NOW!" Pointing at Hannah, "You! Stay!" She looked fearful as I followed my ladies out of the room.

"I WANT her!" That was Rachel, before I could open my trap.

It opened, but "Me, too!" followed before I could take a breath to answer.

"Ladies, we have a problem," I interjected. "She wants full partnership. We haven't discussed this, because it didn't matter until now, but if we are picked up, my CAP is only good enough to take the two of you. Remember, we only go where all can go?"

Both my ladies started laughing. They roared, and it dawned. At least one of them was a sponsor, too. As it happened, they both were. "You are going to pay, Buster, for not figuring that out." That was Rachel again.

"Okay, that was my only reservation. I could never enfold her, then leave her behind. But when we claim her, I do have two conditions going forward."

"This better be Kosher!" Cathleen this time.

"First, no more wives. I can't handle more than three. Hell, I'm not sure I can handle three, but I'll certainly try. Any additional sponsors we add to this happy entourage have to form their own family."

I grinned and looked sideways at the two of them. "Second, the three of you have to select and agree to any additional family. I'm not looking, and I don't want a say, but we do have a moral obligation to help as many escape as possible. What do you say?"

I was soundly kissed to seal the deal. "Let's go fix this." And back to the kitchen marched the parade.

There was fear in Hannah's blue eyes. I wanted it gone. "Hannah, will you marry us? Full partnership, no reservations, go where we go, love us, kill for us, let us love you, and kill to protect you? We have killed, you know ... ."

Stunned, she struggled to speak, as Cathleen and Rachel gathered her in. " I thought you didn't want me," she wailed. "You didn't touch me last night, and I was still going to be here alone."

Double misunderstandings.

Comforting female noises ensued while I elaborated. "We all wanted you, that was the problem. Like I said, we all go, or no one goes, and the male ego thought he was the only one with a CAP score high enough to be a sponsor. Turns out all three of us are sponsors. We can take you and five more."

Hannah stared, "But I'm a sponsor. I thought I was going to take you three and one more."

'Well paint my ass red and call me a baboon!' We stared back. If she could take four, she had the highest CAP in the room.

Laughter took away the fear and stress.

"I need to make it formal, don't I? Yes! I will marry the three of you, love you, let you love me, with no reservations whatsoever. I will go where you go, and refuse to go where you can't. I will protect you and let you protect me, and yes I will kill to protect you and honor you if you kill to protect me."

My ever randy Rachel took her hand and started towards the bedroom. "Time to show her, Romeo."

I bowed to the inevitable, and then practically ran them over in route to paradise.

Cathleen stopped and whispered, "It's her wedding day. You've shown us how special it can be, show her what 'claimed' really means!"

I nodded and stepped aside to let Cathleen precede me.

It started with me as an audience of one. My original ladies took Hannah into the shower and lovingly washed their new sister wife. There were kisses, giggles, and more than a few gentle caresses. Turns out Hannah was unshaved and untrimmed. Later, she told us that lack of romance and no bikinis eliminated the need or desire.

Her delighted sisters debated styles with her, then used scissors and a razor to shape her blonde curls into a heart. They dried her, styled her hair, and dressed her in a pale green baby doll nightie. Tinkerbelle? Surely not!

Taking this lovely vision's hands, they led her to her parents' bed. Freshly made up with black satin sheets, that bed framed her beauty as they lay her down.

I sat on the bed beside her and leaned over for a kiss. Her new sisters stood watching - it was now up to me.

My new lover - partner - wife - pulled me down to her and hugged, tears running. "I'm so happy," and she laid one on me until my ears rang. I kissed her hard, then dialed back the intensity.

I kissed the tip of her nose, nibbled her earlobes, and nuzzled under her chin. As she calmed and relaxed, I began to kiss her anew - this time softly with only a hint of tongue. As her passion grew, I trailed my fingers across both breasts, then tweaked her nipples like turning a dial. Her eyes widened as she shuddered to her first orgasm.

I moved down and raised her nightie to love on her beautiful breasts - sucking her nipples, circling her areolas with the tips of my fingers, and using everything I could think of to make them happy. That worked! She squealed and clutched my head to her, kissing the top of my head.

When her fingers relaxed, I moved on to her lovely navel. It deserved more attention than I gave in passing, but it wasn't entirely neglected. She squirmed.

Then I removed her panties, and my lips slipped into that soft curly heart. Her legs widened to give me access, and as I licked her clit, I tasted her sweetness for the first time. Her hips rose, and I watched as her little bud popped out of hiding.

"Again!" she demanded.

Good guy that I am, I granted her request, with a bonus trip down to her taint and back. The results were predictable and rewarding. She ground her pussy into my face and came noisily. I continued licking, and her climax continued. I wasn't sure if there were multiple orgasms, or one long burst, but I did know she was happy.

As in the past, there was a tap on my shoulder and a sweet voice whispered her expert assessment, "It's time."

I rose to my knees and moved upwards. As I placed my weight on my arms, I leaned into her for a long kiss. I felt the hands of her new wives move my turgid rod to her entrance, and a smack on my butt spurred my entry into her ready tunnel. I inched my way into her and began to rock gently. Her lips sought mine for more hungry kisses.

Those kisses turned to gasps as our hips began to move with ever more intensity. All too soon, we reached climaxes and began to wind down.

There was stinging smack on my butt, and a husky voice demanded, "Out of our way, Lover Boy!"

Then the raunch began! My first wives may not have been 'into women,' but they were sure as Hell into each other and their new sister. Cathleen leaned in and kissed Hannah with unpredicted passion, and was met with equal intensity. Rachel joined with her own kiss for the two of them, then she followed my path south with her own kisses.

Cathleen at the top and Rachel most definitely at the bottom, the two worshiped Hannah with hands, tongues, and lips. There were occasional interludes when they kissed and caressed each other, but this was clearly ALL about Hannah. I took every opportunity to participate, but MY main event was past.

Hannah shuddered through several small climaxes, and I'm pretty sure both her sisters got off just from making her cum. Eventually Rachel's best efforts were majorly rewarded. Hannah screamed, arched her back, and fountained over the four of us.

Cathleen shouted, "Our 'Pixie' is a squirter!" and with that, we knew that she was well and truly claimed. Forever forward, our lovely girl would be 'Pixie.'

It was my turn, and I brought warm, damp towels to clean the four of us. We ripped the sheets from the bed, replaced them in haste, and crawled under the blankets and slept - our Pixie on my chest and my original two ladies cuddled on either side.

I would have been satisfied with a thrown together dinner, but my ladies decided that there needed to be a wedding feast. This was facilitated when we discovered that Pixie had removed a prime rib roast (formerly belonging to Hector) to defrost on her way to collect eggs that morning.

Add baked potatoes, several vegetables also from the freezer, freshly baked bread, and Champagne - it was a dinner to remember.

As we talked and learned more about each other, we found that our Pixie had a horribly low sense of humor.

"What do you call a two legged cow?" she queried, then leapt on with her answer. "Lean beef, " and she howled at our faces.

She was a genius, but she had a teen's love of stupid puns.

"So what do you call a cow with no legs?" she continued. "Come on, think! Ground beef!"

This probably would have continued all evening, but her two new sisters pounced and held her down for me to tickle into submission.

Tickles soon turned to caresses, caresses led to kisses, and we retired to the king bed for loving activities until we all fell into an exhausted sleep. In one day, Pixie-on-top, sisters-tucked-close, had become the norm for sleeping.

It had been definitely a successful, memorable, and delightful wedding day.