Surprise Ch. 06

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Assume from the start that all the characters, unless specified, are guys from the beginning.

This story features multiple characters not bound by one gender. It also includes bigger and/or pregnant characters. If any of this is not for you, please refrain from reading it.

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The Illuminaughty

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Taylor and Casey Castle stopped sucking Calvin's cocks. Taylor sat on all fours, Calvin entering his holes from behind. Casey came up front and Taylor swallowed his cock, his face hitting Casey's soft, big belly. Calvin's incredibly thick cocks filled him up.

Calvin thrusted, his sweaty, thin frame colliding with Taylor's. Casey started to fuck Taylor from the front, his long cock going down his throat.

They went on like this for what seemed like ages, Calvin finally pulling out and soaking Taylor in cum. Casey took a little longer, savoring the blow he was getting. Finally, though, his hands pulled Taylor's head to his pelvis and he shot thick ropes of cum into him.

Casey and Calvin went about licking Taylor down, cleaning him of all the juices. After this, Calvin got up, walked over to the bathroom door, and got in the shower.

As the faucet sounded loudly with its rainstorm of clean water, Casey and Taylor put their panties on and lay next to each other in the king size bed.

"Should he marry us, you know, officially?" Casey asked Taylor.

"What?" Taylor said, surprised.

"Well, he's been staying with us for eight months, it's obvious that Calvin isn't going anywhere, and four kids, three parents, and a nanny is a hell of a lot better than two parents with three kids and a nanny with an extra kid and a guy on the end. We've been going on with this love charade for three quarters of a year, why not make it official?" Casey argued.

"I know, I know, but do you really want to be married to two people? I mean, that's so much more work!" Taylor giggled. "Of course I want us to be married. He's wonderful."

"So, it's decided then. We're getting married. Again."

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Calvin's POV, two weeks later

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The three of us were in our room. This was nine months after I'd met them. In the last two weeks, though, they'd started being a little weird. Fancier dinners, the three of us, and we had a lot more sex. But they'd come around to the club less often, and they would end up doing more things without me.

Tonight, we were going to this restaurant, Bistro Le, a little, formal, cozy place on the mountain. So formal meant nice clothes, I pulled out black dress pants and a white blouse.

"No no no, I think you may want to be a little more... effeminate. It'll suit you better, I think." Casey said. I nodded, exchanging the pants for a skirt. Taylor shook his head.

"Think Caroline, not Calvin." Taylor said, smiling as he put on a bra.

"All I've got are a few skirts and pants." I said, looking to them for help. Casey pulled a blue dress from his closet. It was floor-length, the V-neck looked very low. It draped from the hips down, very red-carpet.

"This should do you some good. Wear a black bra, though. Something that makes them really pop." This meant, in Casey language, wear a black push-up bra. I obeyed, pulling on a black thong and the assigned bra. I looked seriously busty, it draped well, too.

"Thanks." I said, looking at Casey, still naked, deciding what to wear.

Taylor went down the slutty path. He picked out a dark blue bra and panties, with a white blouse and a tiny white miniskirt. The blouse's neckline plunged down, you could clearly see the cups poking out, not to mention his gigantic tits. His gut was enunciated well.

Casey ended up going with a purple dress, ending halfway down the thighs and covering him in silk royal color, curving hugely around his nursing breasts.

We went to the restaurant. Steak for me, chicken and soup for, respectively, Casey and Taylor.

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Casey's POV

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I poked at my chicken and drank some wine. We made conversation, about the club, about the kids, about sex, anything at all. Then the subject of commitment came about.

"I've always been one for attachment. Other than Grace's dad, I've always been the guy who was always in a serious relationship, or the girl who's always with someone." Calvin said. A point in our favor.

"Have you ever been married?" Taylor asked. Good one.

"Well, no, all my previous loves haven't quite panned out. I kind of feel like I'm married to you guys, though. I mean, we're raising kids together, I live with you, it's practically like we're marital status already." Calvin said. I shot Taylor a look, and he looked at me with a nod. We pulled out our ring boxes, hiding them in our hands.

"Well, will you make it official?" we said in unison. Calvin looked shocked.

"What?" he said.

"You know, will you marry me?" I said, Casey adding 'And me' afterwards. Calvin was still wide-eyed. I was disappointed. "Oh, we were too forward, weren't we..." I said. Calvin shifted his gaze and said excitedly,

"No! Not at all. I'm just surprised... and yes." he said. "Yes, I will marry you." he said. We stood up and hugged, the whole place, no matter how small it was, clapped. The place sent us off with a cake and no check.

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6 months later, the Matrimony Cliff, Taylor's POV

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Casey and I stood at the end of the aisle, in our wedding dresses. The priest stood beyond us, and we watched the aisle, waiting.

Many people had come, including the staff of the bar, the six parents between us, the nanny, Kevin, Kayleigh, Caroline and Grace, of course, and a handful of friends from the mainland. It was pretty small in the grand scheme of weddings, but it was wonderful.

Calvin walked down the aisle with his mother, a pretty, big lady with a huge smile and long, auburn hair. Calvin was in a suit, but one that was enunciated enough not to hurt on his knockers.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Calvin Young and the Castle parents, Casey and Taylor." That's how it all started, then came half an hour of speeches, songs, and jokes. Casey and I were beaming for the entire time, Calvin only stopping to speak. Finally came the good parts.

"Casey and Taylor, we've been through a lot. We met, go figure, at my club." Chatter came from the staff. "After my place was tragically destroyed, you took me in, thanks to your boundless hospitality. We got closer and closer in those months, then half a year ago, you asked me to marry you. I'm ashamed to say I paused, but I want to tell you why." I looked at him, surprised.

"That day at the bistro, you asked me to marry you guys. I paused, but I have to say the only thing I was thinking about is how the future will go. I thought, we get married, we'll be around forever, looking out for each other, having our intimate moments, caring for our kids. We'll watch Kevin go off to middle, then high school, then college. Caroline, Grace, and Kayleigh will be in the same grade."

"So, in short, I love you, Casey and Taylor, and my pause will never be anything other than a dream of you and I." The audience clapped, and we smiled.

"Calvin." I said, reading from a paper. "We wrote this one together, and Casey insisted I read it."

"We met at, as you said, your bar. The Grand Pans Club will always be a good memory, of that widespread acceptance, of all those people like us. Like you. I'll never forget the time I went into labor, and, though you'd been with us for no time at all, got up, and, without missing a beat, took me to the hospital. It was then, in my drug-induced clarity-" laughs- "That I decided you were part of our family."

"So, after coming out of my haze, I named one of our kids Caroline, which is the name you used when we first met you. I'll never regret that, of course, and I'll always remember it, even if you are Calvin for the rest of your life." I ended it there, emotional.

"Calvin Caroline Young, do you take Casey and Taylor, in life and in loss, in sickness and in health, in separation and reunion, through thick and thin and tall and small, to be your lawfully wedded wives, as long as you both shall live?" the priest said.

"I do." Calvin said, grinning.

"Do you, Casey Castle, take Calvin Caroline Young, in life and in loss, in sickness and in health, in separation and reunion, through thick and thin, tall and small, to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest repeated.

"I do." said Casey, looking at me.

"Do you, Taylor Castle, take Calvin Car-" I interrupted him.

"Shut up, I do." I said, chuckling.

"At least let me get to the last bit." The priest laughed. "To be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you both shall live?"

"I definitely, definitely, do." I repeated, smiling.

"Monseiur Castle," the priest directed at Calvin, "You may kiss your brides." He lunged at us, we caught him and laughed as we kissed in a big, awkward group hug. We unfurled, raised our hands, and smiled. The audience cheered.

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Casey's POV

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Taylor and I followed Calvin into the car. We looked back at the guests, watching them wave at the "Just Married... Sort of" writing on the window. We weren't a mile away from the cliff before we practically were getting busy in the limo. The driver pulled up the partition.

"All on our own." Taylor said. "Chris agreed to watch the kids for the week, one of his friends is coming over to help." I smiled, leaning in next to her and squeezing one of her breasts.

"You're so hot when you talk dirty to me..." I said, giggling. I pulled down the dress, revealing a bra that appeared to be mesh. I could see her nipples perfectly.

"Ugh, my wives are so hot!" Calvin said. "I can't even keep up." He took off his jacket and his shirt, revealing a flat stomach, muscular arms, and huge tits held by a bra, one where only the outline was fabric and the rest was clear plastic.

"I think you're tagging along just fine." I said to him. I pulled Taylor's bra off, and she pulled off mine. Calvin was the odd one out again, pulling off his own. By the time we pulled up to the docks, Calvin'd came in both of our cunts... And we got the good news a few weeks after the honeymoon.

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Author's Note

I'm going to end the story here. It was great while it lasted, but I've been beating it too much as of late. If you really want me to write another chapter, notify me with some plot suggestion. And I know the ending isn't great, but please do ignore that, I just wanted to finish it as it's been sitting in my submissions box for a long time.

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