Incessant Pt. 11

With my sisters, we'd always 'known'... Obviously.

In a way, the same was true of Riley. She was the girl who made me so terribly jealous when I found out she was dating my sister. Now, she was the girl who makes me so terribly happy — who makes us all so truly, terrifically happy.

I remembered the first time I met her; before I had any clue who she was. The sight of her with my little sister made me so mad. Then, I thought back to only a few months ago. I remembered watching them make love for the very first time. Oh, it made me so insecure and unhappy... But it was all part of the big picture — it all led to something better than anyone could have imagined.

There was no hesitation. As soon as we sat down the question was asked, and it was asked beautifully. There were two rings — simple, inexpensive, perfect. Kisses followed. Tender. Sweet. Victorious.

"So, it's the four of us versus the world?" I beamed, holding the two girls' hand.

"And Mom, and Terry..." Blake added.

"Who would've thought?"

Riley raised her hand, "I did. From the moment I stepped into your wild world, or you stepped into mine, I always knew."

"You never doubted?"

"Of course not."

The certainty behind our lover's words drew me and Blake to hold her tight between us. Together, we watched the waves, knowing that at home there'd be champagne waiting for us. The ocean air opened us up to new feelings: tastes, sounds, smells... What had started three years ago was about to culminate in something that was so beautifully 'normal.' We'd have a marriage, have a home, have kids... Sure, we'd always be a little different, but that only made what we had so much richer.

I turned to Riley and for one last time I wanted to be absolutely sure of everything. "What will your parents think? The rest of your family? Your friends?"

"They'll understand the things they need to know, and I'll keep them blissfully ignorant of the rest."

We lingered in each other's presence for a second; me and the girls. Kisses that were as strong as the waves crashing around us were shared. We laid back and in our own ways, we let life seep into us.

It was getting dark by the time we started making our way back to the house. The sea had turned a melancholy colour, and the air was beginning to bite. Arriving home, we were greeted by our fourth fiancé, mother, and aunt. From the background, Penny emerged, as happy as anyone else, as she shared in the joy of the moment. A circle had been complete, a chapter concluded, a new day dawned...

With champagne and slow music, we danced and imprinted new memories on our love-struck minds. We took pictures and videos; things we'd cherish for the rest of our lives.

"There's so much to plan," Mom reminded. "But you lot don't have to worry about a single thing."

Penny agreed, "You'll have me as your unofficial wedding planner."

"Well, you'll also have to be best-man, maid-of-honour, and the rest of the wedding party," I joked.

"Agreed," said Blake. "It's not like we have anyone else. Well... It's not like we need anyone else."

Penny blushed, taking pride in her place in our lives. "Did you have a date in mind?"

"As soon as possible," Riley declared. "We've waited long enough."

The sentiment was echoed around the room, and the matter was settled. Three months was the longest we'd be able to wait before bursting of impatience.

x x x x x

I wanted to have the perfect wedding.

There were a few things that would be lacking, by virtue of who we were and what we were like. There could be no big guest list, no priest, no big wedding parties... Still, I wanted it all to be 'complete' in our own special way.

"I can't remember what you used to do for a living," I told my aunt, who was helping sort all the arrangements.

"I was unemployed."

"Sure, but what did you do before that?"

"Didn't you have me followed for like a year?" Terry asked.

The question made me uncomfortable as I was reminded of the worst phase of our relationship. Luckily, Penny was sitting at the same table, helping us. "Your aunt told me she used to work in hospitality."

Terry seemed to grow nostalgic, "Among many other things... Me and my sister... We did a little bit of everything, except she settled down."

We pulled our attention back to the task of planning, and laid out the obstacles we faced.

The first issue was finding a venue that was private, glamorous, and romantic. The hotel wouldn't do because it was 'too close to home.' We wanted somewhere that we didn't know and where we haven't been.

"My granparents' farm!" Penny asserted. "They hardly ever stay there nowadays, and there are some beautiful vistas."

"Perfect! But how will we set everything up?" I asked.

Penny thought about it for a while. She'd been working in a hotel for a very long time; practically since she was born. Catering plans were her bread and butter. "You'd only need me, your mother, Terry... I can bring in a couple of people for the clean-up, and a few who'll pop in beforehand. They won't see the many brides and the family resemblances."

I nodded, "Money is no object. I want the day to be perfect, and I'm wiling to pay. In any case, our father sent all his kids a little cash gift. We might as well use it."

Terry's smirk was almost impertinent, but she quickly buried any sharp comment that her past self may have made. It also helped that Penny kept the conversation going. "What about dresses, suits, that sort of thing?" she asked.

I explained that Blake would be going for a modern look while Riley and Em wanted something more traditional. As for myself, wanting things to be 'proper', I intended on wearing the best suit money could buy. The older ladies could take care of themselves, and I was sure they'd look just as incredible as the brides. Penny explained that she already had a hundred options, and was busy weighing them all up.

"If you want to buy something new, it would be my treat," I offered.

"Mr Moneybags," the teen blushed.

"Only for my wedding. It'll come once in a lifetime."

"Only once?" Penny asked slyly. "I'm not saying there'll be a divorce but what if you want to expand..."

I couldn't help but blush at the flirtation. Each time Penny teased me with a careful word or considered look, I grew a little more fond of her. She was also growing bolder, and I liked that as a quality in any woman.

My aunt rolled her eyes to us, "Let's do one wedding at a time, please."

The next topic was the nature of the actual ceremony. It was a complicated thing but, fortunately, we only had to go online to find good ideas. After all, we wouldn't be the first people to do what we had in mind. With a little bit of inspiration and a lot of imagination, we laid out a plan for our 'commitment' ceremony. There would be vows and an exchange of gifts... Personal things, not bland rings to repeat what we already had from the engagements.

With the first few plans settled faster than we ever imagined, it was decided we'd take a break. The deal to take a share in the hotel was nearing completion, and I asked Penny if we could take a walk around the place. It was empty, save for us in the restaurant, so she gave us a master-keycard and let us run amok.

I'd never actually seen the rooms, which sounds bad considering I wanted equity in the place. They were nice — what you'd expect — but a few small changes could make them much more fashionable. I quite liked the fact that being in 'development' had made me pay more attention to that sort of thing. The job offered a nice contrast: rough manual labour, and creative design.

If life was a balancing act, then I was in the right field.

We inspected staircases, laundry rooms, kitchens, empty alcoves and the like... Eventually, we ended up on the top floor, in front of the honeymoon suite. Terry and I gave each other knowing looks before I swiped the keycard and opened the door.

Straight from a 90s rom-com, the room had a four-poster bed and dripped with transparent fabrics. There was a small balcony, with a view of the beach and the ocean. The bathroom was grand and housed a double-shower along with a ginormous tub. All-in-all, I could imagine going to a place like this with one or all my soon-to-be-wives. Then again, it wouldn't fit us... No, that reminded me of the fact that I needed to plan a proper honeymoon to go along with a proper wedding.

Penny's soft-step caught our attention as she joined us upstairs. "Do you like it?" the platinum blonde asked.

"It's nice."

The teen agreed, "Is it bad that I sometimes want to see what couples get up to in here?"

Terry couldn't help but pounce. "Have you ever tried to spy on one?" she grinned, devilishly.

"Oh, no!" Penny defended. "I would never... Well... I might have thought about it... I'm not a virgin, you know? I understand how it works—"

"Sure, you must've seen videos."

"No! No! Never that... No... I've never done that..."

At this stage, I could've stopped Terry, but her wicked side had its uses. "Darling, you mustn't be afraid of that sort of thing. Josh's sister, Blake, loves watching dirty movies. Gosh... I think she even knows the names of the actresses."

"Actresses?" I interjected. "That's awfully PC of you, Terry."

"Well, I must convince Penny here that there's nothing wrong with having desires. Us girls should feel good about ourselves. Tell me, Penny, do you mastur—"

"Woah!" I raised my hands. "I think we're pushing a little too much, now."

I looked over to the bright-red face of our resident hotelier. She was stunned by shyness and what I suppose is just the law of common decency. But Terry added something with a sincerity that I admired and appreciated. "You know, Darling, my nephew thinks I'm being my wicked ol' self. But I do mean the things I'm saying... You should feel confident about yourself, and your sexuality."

The last few words seemed to ease the teen's racing heart, and she nodded in something that was close to thanks. I watched her skin turn back to its regular shade, and noticed the sincere look between the two women.

My overworked brain settled on a theory; that Terry never had kids of her own, and here was a young girl who never had parents. Even if Terry was naughty in the way she pursued this connection, it was one that came from a very basic human desire.

It was lovely.

Though, my aunt was not going to resist her more devious side for long. "Next thing on the agenda is the big bash before the wedding. One big bachelor's party — brides included — before the big ball and chain is clamped on... You'll love it, Penny. It'll be an A-class exhibition of all the things you're curious about."

Penny swallowed hard as Terry took her hand. We made our way back down to make the final preparations for the future.

x x x x x

The week before the wedding, I was a bundle of nerves. I'd heard about it in movies and on TV — second thoughts, cold feet — but I never thought it was real.

On the other end of a call, my father chuckled. "Something must be desperately wrong if you're coming to me for advice."

"Nah," I trailed off, pausing for a few seconds; possibly reconsidering the very idea of the phone call. "Nothing is wrong. There's just... Something is happening, and you don't need to know what. I just want to be absolutely sure that I'm not going to end up disappointing anyone."

"Champ, you're a couple of years into banging your family. I'd say any disappointment would've happened by now."

What the fuck?! "Since when have you known? How did you—"

"Obviously, someone told me. I've known since it all started. Fuck... I could've probably figured it out on my own. I'm not a total deadbeat, Joshua. I do actually care about my family."

I wasn't sure what to say next. "Uhm, and how do you feel about it?"

My father chuckled in the way he always did when there was even the slimmest chance of conflict. "Honestly? Good for you! I'm not going to complain about it, if it's what brings a smile to your faces. But don't expect me to visit anytime soon..."

"So, the extra money you sent?"

"A little something to keep things running smoothly down there. I know you lot spend like demons."

I exhaled. "We got it from you."

"Yes, but I'm a millionaire, and you aren't... Yet."

We both laughed at my father's straightforwardness, and all my doubts faded. Dad and I kept chatting for a few more minutes before his attention span ran out. He ended the conversation abruptly but took a few extra seconds to wish me luck.

The call had dealt with many of the doubts that were plaguing me. Downstairs, I met the girls — Riley, Em, Blake — and we started making our way to the car.

They'd been hitting the gym hard recently; prepping for the wedding. I did the same but still couldn't compete with their dedication. Everyone looked great. Still, I could sense that I wasn't the only partner with nerves. There was a little anxiety in the room, no doubt, but we were about to get rid of it all.

In seven days, we'd be hitched and off on a two-week-long honeymoon abroad. That meant leaving Penny and the twins behind, so this was our last chance for a proper 'family moment'.

Arriving at the hotel, all the doors were shut and curtains drawn. Penny must've been peeking out of a window because she met us before we could knock. Inviting us inside, she led us to the secret enclave she'd prepared, upstairs.

The honeymoon suite was resplendent with soft surfaces that had been stuffed into every corner. Standing by a table, packed with snacks and drink, the twins waved us hello. They wore similar black coats and I felt a little thrill as I imagined what lay underneath. But before the festivities could get started, we still had to greet everyone properly...

"The twins say I should kiss you," Penny told us. "But I don't know if I'm a good kisser."

"Well, there's only one way to find out," I winked.

The platinum blonde took two steps forward, and soon she was in my arms. A sensational kiss followed; cut short but her desire to taste the lips of everyone in the room. As she moved to greet the girls in the same way, I strolled over to the twins.

Seeing me approach, Mom popped a button on her coat to reveal the red fabric of the lingerie it concealed. My eyes stretched and the sight, and expanded even further as she whispered into my ear. "Terry is wearing exactly the same."

Not the type to be typically twinning, the two ladies had clearly prepared a treat for the rest of us.

The sound of a soft yet unmissable exasperation drew my attention to what was happening behind me. Penny was surrounded by three horny women who wanted to get rid of pre-wedding dread. They were practically fighting over her, as they tugged her between them. The teen was completely flustered; her cheeks red as she tried to maintain her balance.

"Do you have something sexy underneath?" my little sister asked as she slipped a hand under Penny's top. Feeling the texture of the fabric, she purred, "Mmm... You have."

Before I could watch the girls undress their target, I felt four hands seize me. I was guided to a soft chair in the corner of the room, as the twins set me down and began teasing their coats off. True to their word, they wore matching red lingerie that sat tight against their bodies. The fabric was faux-expensive and the cut of the garments far too skimpy for anything you'd find in Victoria's Secret. Instead of full cups, the bras consisted of thin straps that covered only the nipples; circling the rest of their soft breasts but keeping ample skin on display.

As the two sisters embraced, I caught a glimpse of my own as they pulled Penny onto the four-poster bed. Then, my attention shifted again. The twins were kissing for my viewing pleasure — squeezing each other as their lips got sloppy, and their tongues tied into knots. Out the corners of their eyes, they watched me, and smiles slipped across their faces as I began slipping my pants off.

With my cock free, Mom led Terry to me, and they got on their knees. Their four hands started jostling for control over my cock with Terry letting my mother have the first taste. While my aunt ran her hands up and down my thighs, Mom's lips stretched over my erection and slipped down its length. I was captivated by her expression; by how her eyes were shut, and her head moved appreciatively.

Terry's body swayed, as she arched her back and joined the blowjob. My mother gave her some space; letting her twin run her tongue down the length of my cock before resting her lips on my balls. Then, Mom went down again, taking my shaft all the way until I felt the tightness of her throat. At the same time, Terry sucked hard on my scrotum and I felt it all the way to my stomach.

The twins were so pleased with my reaction, and their eyes looked up at me with loving dedication. Yet, even those beautiful brown irises weren't enough to keep me from looking at the scene behind them... The girls stripped to bits and pieces of lingerie... Penny. Naked and shivering — moaning as the first of a dozen orgasms rocked her body. My older sister knelt over her face as the teen had her first ever taste of pussy. My other sister stretched between her legs; making her croon with her tongue. Meanwhile, shy and cautious, Riley laid back, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her clit.

It was a marvellous thing to watch as I felt the sloppy and smooth sensation of the twins alternating. Terry took me next as Mom positioned herself at my balls. The change was enthralling, enticing, electric... Soon, Terry was breathless from the way she'd thrown her whole body into the act of sucking off her nephew, like a fun aunt should. She pulled away, and an unspoken consensus between the sisters soon had their tongues running along either side of my soaked shaft.

The feeling tamed my approaching orgasm for a while longer. I was gripping the chair, laying back, and relaxing as I watched the tableau on the bed. There had been a change and now the four bodies were tied together in parallel 69s. Blake let Penny eat her out as she turned her expert tongue to the teen's clit. Meanwhile, Riley's sumptuous athletic body was locked onto my little sister's.

I was in love with the moment — the lust and the adoration. Feminine moans filled the air and the musk of sex drove our brains into overdrive. As the twins sailed back and began sucking on my balls from either side, I felt a sharp sensation, and it was like my cock grew even harder. The sisters had their eyes closed for a few seconds before looking up at me, and knowing that I was close, they stopped.

Part of me was more than ready, to grab both and pull their lips back onto my cock. But I knew they had a good reason for delaying my ejaculation.

Mom got to her feet as Terry held my cock in her hand. Our parent went to the back of the room, rolling a reluctant Blake off her teen lover. Before Mom could bring Penny to me, she had to let the poor girl catch her breath. The smile on her face was boundless; the shivering of her bones a sign of back-breaking orgasms that shook through her virginal body.

My mother helped her along; running a hand down her firm shape as she soothed the raging tides of lust. Then, she brought her off the bed and toward me.

The other girls repositioned. Blake was in the middle with the younger ladies to her sides. They sat back in the bed, their legs spread and intertwined as the masturbated one another. The smile on Blake's face was made just for me as she watched the petite blonde kneel before her brother.

Penny wasted no time — driven by a desire to explore and impress. And she took my cock far faster and smoother than I could've ever expected. The feeling was almost overwhelming, but I wanted to give her time, and I did my best to hold back my orgasm even as my torso rippled. Her hands helped along the traction of her lips and her eyes swivelled to mine. As she went a little deep, I saw a trace of panic before she was overcome with delight.