Chapter Six: I Am Married

My ladies reentered the cabin, stamping off the snow and removing coats. Eyes widened when they saw my preparations, and I received a quick peck on the cheek as each passed on the way to washing.

They plunked themselves down side-by-side on chairs across from where I was standing. They may have been strangers at dawn yesterday, but they were clearly sisters this morning.

"SIT!" That was Rachel.

'Uh Oh!' I sat.

They both smiled, and the sun came out.

I spoke preemptively. "We're bonded, tied together - I think for life. Do you feel it like I do?"

They both nodded, looked at each other, nodded, and smiled again.

"Yesterday was a day in Hell." I glanced at Rachel. "Well, mostly."

She giggled, then went stiff.

"We bonded. Rachel and I claimed each other - no mistaking it." Another nod, and I continued. "The moment it happened, we knew. Cathleen, you are included - full partnership. The moment isn't so clear, but this morning it is so obvious. For me, this is a forever thing. I have to reassure myself. Do you both feel it, too?"

Another look at each other, and they nodded and hugged.

"So, where you go, I go. If you can't or won't go, I don't go either. Done deal!"

"Done!" They echoed.

Cathleen sighed and started. "Last night I was so scared and lonely - hurting, don't you know? And I listened to you two, and I was even more alone. Then I was horny. Then Michael came and both of you enfolded me, and when I woke this morning, I was whole."

Rachel gave me 'the look', and I stood, turned to Cathleen, lifted her, carried her to our shared bed, and laid her down.

Her smile was radiant as she reached up for me. Our first kiss was anything but tentative, but its passion was subdued. Her soft lips sought mine, and her gentle nibbles reached deep into my psyche. Now passion grew, and our tongues touched, then probed, then played with each other with increasing urgency.

I reached blindly to open her flannel shirt, found and lifted Rachel's borrowed camisole, and ran my fingers up to her braless breasts. She shivered and kissed harder. Encouraged, I cupped the left mound, then lightly pinched its nipple. Both nipples leaped to attention and yelled at me. She moaned and thrust her hips - hard.

Never one to miss a hint, I started licking and kissing my way south. Cathleen giggled as I nuzzled, licked, and kissed her innie navel with undivided attention. Then she gasped as I continued on and reached the soft stubble of her public hair. Clearly, it was a few days since her last shave.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing? I'm not prepared for that kind of attention!" She tried unsuccessfully to pull me back north of the border.

"Like I care!" was my muffled reply, because my face was now buried in a little bit of heaven. I licked, blew, kissed, sucked, and nuzzled up and down from her taint to her clit and back. Repeat. Repeat again. And again.

Cathleen started to whine, the volume and pitch rising and falling in a rhythm matching the rise and fall of her thrusting hips. She froze, but when I continued my attentions, her hips resumed moving, and her thighs locked my face in place. Then the earthquake hit.

She screamed, reached down, grabbed my ears, and hauled me up to a major kiss. My cock slid in like a homing missile, and she began to rock my world. I fought to hold off and bring her to another climax, but she was having none of it. She bucked, thrust, clamped, and generally sucked me dry.

I don't think I passed out, but I came aware that I was lying on my side with Cathleen cradled to my shoulder, and looking into Rachel's wide gold-brown eyes. She reached out, grabbed my ears (what's with my ladies and my ears?), pulled me nose-to-nose, and demanded, "What is God's name was that?!

"You owe me Mister - BIG TIME! Maybe I was first, but I tell you now - YOU OWE MEEE!" Then she giggled.

There wasn't enough warm water for a bath, but Rachel brought a basin, washcloth, and towel and began to gently clean us.

When she was done, Rachel stripped, climbed in with us, and cuddled close. Cathleen was again sandwiched. We'd have to see if this became our 'normal' pattern. Shortly, our breathing slowed, and the three of us dozed.

It was far too soon to know if this was 'love', but the shared affection glowed. Out of tragedy came a miracle.

We started stirring some little time later. The wood in the stove had burned almost out, and the cabin's temperature had fallen again. Biological needs had to be addressed. Plans needed to be made.

I called the cell phones for Sheriff Reynolds and Marshal Pope, but dropped into voice mail for both. I dictated a detailed description of recent events together with the coordinates from my GPS - so they could find the bodies I'd stashed and Jack's that we'd buried.

I hoped Pope and Reynolds were still alive.

Then for Cathleen's benefit, Rachel and I summarized our backgrounds and recent events leading up to Cathleen's rescue.

Rachel was weeping as she described the felon's ambush and her escape to get help. "I loved - still love - Jack, but he's gone. He was my world, my family, my everything. He'll never be back. But now I have you, and I'm so very grateful!"

We looked to Cathleen, and she began. "I was a small town girl who was moved to a larger town just as I entered high school. It had one of the few remaining high schools with a junior ROTC program."

She didn't join, but somehow found her way to the indoor rifle range where she soon became a crack shot. "It was natural that the ROTC cadets made me their mascot. I was cute and spoke their language. One of the guys even got me interested in martial arts.

"I graduated three years ago with a BS in Nursing, passed my boards, and worked as a registered nurse in a small community hospital. I was assigned as a utility RN - which meant I worked in every ward, Emergency to Labor and Delivery. Great experience!

"There was a fly in the ointment, actually two. Doctors Emerson and Philips. They were gropers - just nasty. They were the bane of anyone in skirts - chasing, rubbing, feeling ... .

"It was bad enough when one jerk was around, but the two of them would work together to corner some unsuspecting girl. They'd sandwich her - trap her - and do every dirty thing they could think of. Complaints were never acted on.

"Last spring, I was working midnights in Emergency, and there were two ambulance runs for car wrecks. Both Docs were called in. I was in an admitting room starting an IV drip when the two bozos came up behind me, rubbed me with their boners, and each grabbed a breast. I managed to finish inserting the IV, stepped back, and smashed their faces together. Blood spurted everywhere.

"I stepped into the hall, grabbed the cop standing there and told him I had been assaulted by the two doctors. I demanded protection and asked him to take the doctors into custody and get them out of my way so I could continue treating my patient. I also asked him to get someone to the hospital security office and secure the videos recording on a continuous loop in all the Emergency treatment rooms.

"The docs were removed to another treatment room, cursing and under restraint. They were forced to work on each other because no one on staff would touch them.

"I finished out my shift, and when HR arrived in the morning, I was waiting. I completed a report, filled out a complaint, took my copies, and demanded that the HR Director view the tape with me. He didn't realize that I recorded it on my cell phone while it was playing."

Cathleen paused, color high - startling on her pale skin. Rachel was livid, her posture clearly showing her wish to kick ass and take names.

"I left the hospital and went straight to an attorney in the city a half hour away. He reviewed my recording and immediately sought court intervention to have the recording seized and protected. The police found the HR Director and Hospital Administrator in the act of erasing recordings, not realizing that the police had removed a copy the previous night.

"I found out later that they had been delayed by a parade of other employees wanting to file complaints.

"When they found that I was suing, I was fired. My attorney says that will increase the damages awarded when my case comes to trial, but the legal system runs slowly. The bozo brothers were back in their practice, and I needed a job."

She walked over to the pitcher of melted snow and poured a drink.

"My Uncle Carl owns a vacation cabin near here and suggested I apply for a local job as a summer camp nurse. He let me use his cabin as a base when I didn't have to be on site. I was on the way there to get the last of my things when those two started stalking me. You pretty well know the rest," she sighed.

"Tell me," I said, "how did you manage to fend off your attackers for so long - both sets actually? The last two were big and mean."

Cathleen smiled. "I'm a black belt Taekwondo, have been for years. Contrary to Chopsocky movies, a small person like me may or may not be able to successfully defeat a pair of big, strong, determined assailants. Especially if they are skilled in dirty street fighting. You two angels were my last hope.

"On the boyfriend side, nothing for a long while ... ."

Two alert, interested sets of eyes snapped over to look at me.

"What?!" I hesitated, then, "Well, I haven't had a boyfriend lately, either, but lately two gorgeous ladies have been falling all over me ... ."

I was going to have to learn to keep my mouth shut or duck faster.

You might think that our recent passions would launch an orgy, but it didn't happen. No doubt sex was going to be a big part of our lives, but we needed to survive.

We started another batch of oatmeal for lunch. While it was cooking, I brought in more snow to melt and more firewood for the stove.

I raised another subject. "You know, I've been donating platelets just about every other week for years. I've not been celibate, but I have been careful, and nothing has shown up in the routine tests the blood banks conduct. I'm clean, and both your histories suggest the same for you. However, pregnancy is another matter, and we'll be traveling dangerous for a while. We've been very randy, almost from the start. How are we fixed in that department? "

Rachel responded first. "I'm on the pill, and I just filled my prescription, so I have a three month supply with me. You are correct about Jack and me. We were exclusive, and there is no reason to believe I have a problem."

Cathleen's reply was closer to mine. "No man for over two years. Those jackasses put me off sex except for my vibrator. Like you, I donate blood on a regular basis - no issues for me. I'm on the pill too. I have a partial month in my purse, and two more months in Uncle Carl's cabin."

The wind howled, but with daylight still coming through the windows, we began a thorough search of the cabin.

One discovery was joyfully received. Because the toilet and sinks gravity fed into a septic tank, we could use them as long as we used plenty of melted snow to flush.

We found a trap door to a cellar after moving the table and rug covering it. Because most of the cellar was below the hard freeze line, the food stored there in jars and cans would not burst in the cold of winter. We could survive quite well until the storm abated enough for us to leave.

After assembling and inventorying the various camping and survival items we found, I tried a portable radio to see if there was news. Boy was there! Excited announcers described crash of a spaceship to the southeast of the Black Hills. The Swarm had arrived in the South Dakota and were headed generally west.

Speculation was rife, but one item made much sense when placed in context with what we already knew about the Swarm.

The Swarm typically burrow in tunnels as soon as they land, digging deep into the soil, establishing a base fortress from which they can sortie out to forage for food and materials needed to survive and expand. But, the Swarm don't play well with bodies of water, nor do they build their cavernous complex in an area subject to flooding.

I told my ladies, "You know, most of Nebraska lies above the Ogallala Aquifer, and the Swarm aren't likely to dig in there. But it made tons of sense that they would head towards the Wyoming - Nebraska border. They can dig in there, but still have access to the food they need in our direction.

"That tears it. We are going to be in their path - for food sweeps if no other reason. We need to get ready to move out - soon!"

'Bed' that evening was interesting and somewhat strange. Cathleen and Rachel matter-of-factly restructured the linens and blankets on the queen bed, topping them with our sleeping bags to make a warm, comfortable cocoon that was clearly intended for three.

With the early winter dark settling in, I banked the fire in the stove. We stripped to t-shirts/camisoles and pants/panties and climbed in. Rachel turned to me expectantly, opened her arms, and nuzzled my neck. Game on!

I kissed her softly, then nibbled my way across her face to her ear, and blew gently. "Squeal!" After kissing her nose, I dove in for a deeper kiss, then moved my lips along Rachel's jaw and down her throat.

I couldn't help but look at Cathleen, lying on her side, head propped on a bent arm, watching intently. Unlike any porn story I ever read, she appeared to have no desire to join in, but she was 'interested'.

Momentary concerns satisfied, I returned all my attention to Rachel.

Soon, I lifted her shirt and worshiped her breasts. Kissing, licking, and sucking brought her nipples to attention on crinkled areolas. She pressed me to her for long moments, then pulled me back up for a deep kiss. Unlike the previous night, there was no urgency, and she appeared contented with gentle tongue play.

Then she whispered, "Love on me, Baby. Slow and easy, but LOVE on me."

I started back south, pausing just a little to nip each nipple (I've been dying to say that!) causing her to shudder. Her lovely navel drew a motorboat and kiss in passing. Then I reached her soft pubic hair. Like Cathleen, stubble had started around her formerly shaped bush, but why would anyone, especially me, care?!

The aroma of her arousal drew me down, and I licked along her crease with the tip of my tongue. Rachel moaned. I licked harder but avoided her clit, and she thrust upwards moaning louder. More licks, thrusts, and moans.

Then I blew on her clit. She shrieked and locked her thighs around my head, forcing my lips to follow my breath. So I sucked. Rachel damned near bucked my head off.

I thought I was following her instructions - that she wanted me to go slow and easy - but apparently not. On the other hand, from all the noise and motion, I got the idea that she had might have changed her mind and liked what I was doing ... .

While Rachel was still trembling through her orgasm, Cathleen tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Okay lover boy, time for the main event."

Knowing expert advice when I heard it, I scooted up to kiss Rachel on her gasping mouth and slid home in one thrust. I had some help from Rachel's thrusting hips and copious lubrication, but I must confess to some luck with my aim. New lovers often have trouble holstering the pistol without guidance, but yep, luck was with us.

Rachel yelled into my mouth and continued thrusting, and I rode for all I was worth. Then she locked her legs tightly around me, and my movements were restricted to short thrusts that bumped her clit every time in.

I don't know how long this went on, but I was happy. Then Rachel was building again, and her urgency stoked my fire as well. We raced towards a mutual climax, her fingers digging into my back and her sweet lips chanting, "More, more, more ... ."

I fired off just before she peaked, and then I felt her cum with me. I held her close as we both shuddered to completion, then I told her, "You are mine, Baby. Mine!"

Cathleen's arms circled us as she added, "Yours, mine, ours ... ."

"Yours, mine, and ours!" Rachel and I echoed in unison, and the three of us were truly united.

Cathleen returned Rachel's earlier courtesy by retrieving warm water from the stove top and gently cleaning first Rachel, then me. In some ways it seemed too fast, but partnership was rapidly turning into love.

After discarding the water to flush the toilet, Cathleen returned to us, and we slept.

Later in the night, Cathleen woke me, and we silently made sweet magic without waking Rachel.

Dawn came, and I woke to my two ladies washing and dressing. For the first time I saw them naked, side by side, and it was a sight!

Rachel, my olive skinned, dark haired beauty, was slim with high cupcake breasts. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me and wore her hair braided. Now, as she washed, her hair hung loose, halfway to her waist.

Leaning over to draw on her panties, Cathleen was six inches shorter and curvier, with lush, ripe breasts. Her hair was also worn long, but hers was a deep red, not quite auburn, but not orange-red either. There was not a sign of tan or freckle on her paper-white skin.

I wolf whistled, and ducked as articles of clothing flew my way from two directions. These newly made sisters, my ladies, thought way too much alike, but that probably wasn't a bad thing at all ... .

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