Double Twist
Chapter 185
“And I certainly refuse to change the story to suit their whims.”
—Isaac Asimov, The Best of Isaac Asimov
I HEARD A BABY CRYING. We were just kicking off our shoes at the door when I heard it and I quickly pushed my way inside to see what was going on. It was a short outburst and the child was a little more than a baby. A toddler had fallen and bumped his head on the kitchen table. He was quickly quieted by his mother.
“Francie! What are you doing here?” I called as I rushed to her.
“Hello, Jacob,” she said, shifting the toddler to her hip so she could reach around me for a hug and kiss. “Started any revolutions today?”
“Please,” I said. “There’s a limit to how much I can do. Hello, William Jay. How are you? You’ve grown so big!” Francie’s son hid his head against his mother’s side.
“Francine’s service just ended,” Em said. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
“I just came by for a little visit as I’ve two weeks off.”
“Two weeks off what?” I asked. “I thought Em said your service just ended. Do you have a job already?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve re-upped for six more years,” she said. I stared at her. She volunteered for six more years of service? That’s insane.
“Will you tell us about it?” Em asked. We sat at the table. Brittany was off in the sunroom, telling the other pod members that she had permission to marry us. I saw Cindy had gone home. I needed to talk to her parents, too.
“They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” Francie started. “It’s so silly how wrong we had the whole concept of National Service. We were so afraid when we graduated. And it turned out to be nothing at all like what we feared. I was employed in a creche where I could bring my son. I took care of babies and toddlers, got regular vacations and holidays, and was given the opportunity to get specialized classes in child development and education. Not only am I doing work I love, I’m providing a highly needed service to our country and to our children. In return for reupping, I’ll be working toward my teaching degree and will start working with nursery school and kindergarten children. And I still get to keep William with me. It’s wonderful!”
It was mind-boggling. Francie loved her service career. Em had tolerated hers. Leslie was barely surviving hers. I thought of the others I knew who were in service. It ran the spectrum from good experience to horrid. I wondered if the service reform we’d been pushing would be equally beneficial to all occupations or if we’d be making it worse for some. I needed to get off my high horse and look around.
14 January 2022
Today’s the day and I’m nervous as hell. More than going to Brittany’s Sunday. I’m having dinner with the Marvels and asking them to give Cindy permission to join the pod in a formal partnership. I haven’t actually seen Betty and Mark since we got back other than a quick hug at the airport when they picked up Cindy. But today, Cindy is going home right after school to make dinner for the family and I’m invited.
Two years ago, I promised the Marvels that I would do everything I could to support and advance Cindy’s music career. I thought that meant I’d be her accompanist. I’m not sure how they feel about the direction our career has taken. We’re popular musicians. Both our names are recognized widely, especially after the New Year’s Eve broadcast. But I’m not sure the Marvels expected Cindy to become a political activist or to become a classical version of a pop goddess. And I’m sure they didn’t expect her to ask to get married before her seventeenth birthday.
It will be hard on them because they’ll lose two children from the household in short order. Keith will start his service this summer and now Cindy will leave to become part of our household. Poor Luke will become the single focus of both his parents.
If… If they grant their consent to the partnership. And after tonight, they’ll know beyond a doubt that Cindy and I are lovers.
Lord, help us all survive.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we have some group ceremony to do this?”
“It’s wonderful,” Em said. “You won’t be putting these on every member. Beca has already taken off for the weekend in Chicago. You’ll have to plan a long weekend in DC just to capture our girlfriends there.” Em broke off what she was saying to hold her hand out and look at the ring on her finger.
“It’s so different from what I imagined it would be,” Donna said, admiring her own ring.
“May I?” Sophie asked. She took my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. The rings weren’t all the same. We’d gone on a buying expedition earlier in the week after everyone had expressed their style preference. By and large, the rings were simple and not huge rocks in settings that stuck out from the finger like a beacon. We planned to have just one ring that symbolized to us our union as a partnership. We wouldn’t be getting separate ‘wedding’ rings. I held the box with Cindy’s ring in my hand and hoped I’d be able to put it on her after dinner.
“You’d better get going,” Em said. “Don’t worry. It will all be fine.”
I don’t know if Betty and Mark were intentionally being obtuse or if they were really clueless about why I was sitting at their dinner table on a Friday night with their daughter pushing food around on her plate and barely speaking.
“So, what is your plan for the next concert?” Mark asked. “Going to lead a march on the capital?”
“Uh… No sir. We don’t have the specifics yet, but we’re told it will be an intimate gathering, more like the one we did at the chapel a few months ago. Small audience and live stream to our patrons. Strictly classical works,” I said.
“Hmm. It will be nice to see you do something classical,” Betty said. “Not that I object to the movie music, but Cindy is a flautist, not a rock star.”
“A little of both now,” I said. “According to comments on our channel, our patrons are in love with her.” I looked at Cindy and took her hand. “So am I.”
“It’s wonderful that you’ve grown close through your music,” Betty said. I swear she was goading me just to embarrass me. I took a deep breath.
“Mr. and Mrs. Marvel—Betty and Mark—on behalf of our pod, I have come here tonight to ask for your daughter’s hand in partnership. I know your dreams for Cindy included marriage, but we are part of something bigger than just the two of us. We want to create a legal plural domestic partnership. Soon. I speak for everyone in our pod—Beca, Rachel, Emily, Joan, Desiree, Brittany, Nanette, Sophie, Donna, Olivia, and Remas—when I ask for Cindy’s hand. We love Cindy and we want to unify our pod as soon as possible to tell the world that we are together and intend to stay together. Please. I know what a treasure I hold in my hands,” I said as I placed our joined hands on the table so everyone could clearly see. “I know it is impossibly difficult for you to let go of that treasure at such a young age. But we are committed.”
The speech wasn’t what I planned, exactly. I was sure I’d practiced better words. Cindy held my hand tightly in both of hers as we watched her parents.
“Is this truly what you want, Cynthia?” Betty asked. “Don’t you want to be young and free for a while longer?” Cindy actually snorted.
“Momma, I’ve never been young and free. The closest I’ve ever come to that is when I am with my pod. All my life, I’ve been sheltered here in our home where I could practice. I’ve gone to school and come home to practice. I’ve left home to play concerts and returned home to practice. I have known becoming part of our pod was what I wanted since the first time I played a rehearsal with Jacob. The first time our eyes met as we played Libertango. Every time we have joined together to create Mozart on Fire. But Jacob—as much as I love him—is only one piece of the whole. I am in love with every member of our pod. I want to spend my life loving them, creating with them, and living with them. From this day forth.” Cindy completed one of the longest speeches I’d ever heard from her. I wondered if she’d practiced it in her speech class. Betty sighed. I noted she had her husband’s hand clasped in hers.
“All the usual things a father should say are non-starters,” Mark said. “I can’t ask how you intend to support a wife and children when the two of you are pulling in as much each month as I do in a year. I assume you plan to live at the farm with your other pod mates and Donna is okay with that.” I nodded. “And if you have reached this point, it is too late for me to try to guard my daughter’s chastity.” Cindy blushed. That was answer enough. “There is one thing, though. You are still young. I agree you are in a unique circumstance with your performance partnership. You are in a unique relationship with your other mates. But you are young. Betty and I—your parents as well, Jacob, and Rachel’s, Livy’s, Desi’s, all—have learned things through our years as parents that no one in your pod has had the opportunity to experience. Our knowledge isn’t perfect, but it was raising you that gave it to us. Don’t cut us out of your lives. Come to us for advice, for counsel, for comfort. And let us come to you when we are burdened as well. Creating your own new family unit does not mean you are no longer a part of ours. Let it expand and strengthen both.”
I sat there nodding struggling not to cry at his beautiful words. But he hadn’t actually said he’d give his consent. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow as Betty slumped against him and he put his arm around her.
“Sir? Does that mean…?”
“Yes, Jacob. Cindy, that means we will give our consent to you joining the legal plural domestic partnership.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Cindy,” I said turning to her, “will you do me the honor—do our pod the honor—of joining us in true partnership?” I held out the ring box and opened it so she could see the ring. It wasn’t that big a surprise as she’d been consulted on the choice.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she said. I pulled out the ring and placed it on her finger as her brothers applauded. We kissed and I had to exercise some self-control to keep it from going too far at the dinner table. Cindy got up and hugged her parents, displaying the ring between them so they could inspect it.
“I take it you’ve been planning for this for some time,” Betty laughed. “When do you plan to formalize this and will we be invited?”
“Absolutely!” I said. “We need to send out invitations and hope all our parents and siblings will attend. We’d like to do it in Boston the first weekend of spring break, before we head to Washington, DC for our concert.”
“I think we’d better get that on our calendar. Thank you for not announcing that you planned it for next week!” Mark said.
It was a weekend of intense loving at the farm. I spent special time with both Brittany and Cindy. Of course, so did Em, Donna, Sophie, and Nanette. With Beca in Chicago with Joan and Desi with Rachel and Remas in DC, it seemed strange to have only three high school students at the farm. We didn’t fuck all weekend, but periodically, orgasms were announced loudly throughout the house.
We had school work to do as well. And practicing. Being naked all the time was just a bonus. Donna had a roaring fire going in the fireplace and as Saturday wound to a close, we all cuddled on or near the sofa and watched a movie as we kissed and petted.
“How are we going to get rings to Rachel, Desi, Livy, and Remas?” Donna asked as we cuddled.
“I don’t know. We could send them out and let them give the rings to each other,” I said. “I really wanted to put one on Rachel’s finger myself, though.”
“Maybe you should call Dr. Donahue this week and see if the commission needs another consultation,” Sophie suggested.
“It’s not a commission now,” I laughed. “It’s the Office of Civilian Service. I don’t think they are doing research any longer.”
“You never can tell,” Brittany said. “Just drop a broad hint that you’ll be in town next week and could be available if needed.”
“I’ll be in town next week?” I said stupidly.
“I don’t see any other way for you to put a ring on Rachel’s finger,” Brittany laughed. Yes, that was true.
“I’m surprised it has taken this long for you to call,” Dr. Donahue said. “It’s been over two weeks since the president’s announcement. If it weren’t for Rachel’s assurances, I’d have believed we lost you.”
“It’s just been a lot to take in,” I said. “And with school starting, things have been pretty hectic.”
“You’re having problems with school?”
“Oh. No, not really. A few people, including teachers, seem to look at us a little strangely. It’s given me good material to use for my monologue that’s due Friday.”
“And what is this monologue about?”
“Injustice or the perceived conflict between alternatives that are both just but do equal harm,” I said. “We’re studying Hamlet.”
“Ah. Well, I’m sure you didn’t call me just to talk about your homework.”
“No ma’am. I find that I need to travel to DC soon for pod reasons. I thought I should let you know in case you’d like to piggy back anything on my visit,” I said.
“Hmm. You miss them that much already? Why not plan to come this weekend and stay through Monday. It’s a holiday, so you won’t miss any school. Unfortunately, the OCS will not be holidaying for a while. We’re working 24/7 to get the transition in place. Not everyone is willing to give up their personal fiefdoms to the new order. I’ll take you to the Office and get you introduced around. It’s rather exciting, you know.”
“I can hardly believe you have time to manage or be part of the OCS and keep up with your duties as director of the school,” I said.
“Not even possible. Very few of the OCS employees were members of the review commission. These are permanent positions and the commissioners were nearly all employed in lucrative positions. Adam isn’t giving up being governor of Vermont in order to become Director of the OCS. You’ll meet everyone Monday. I must run now.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
Before I could run off to Washington, DC, there was a special celebration to be had. Beca took Wednesday off school and spent the day with her mother. Apparently, the principal bonding experience between mother and daughter is shopping for clothes. They spent all day at it.
When she arrived at the farm for dinner, she looked stunning. Not only did she have a new dress—black with white stripes on the sleeves and ‘Amour’ emblazoned on the chest, formfitting to the middle of her thighs—but her hair had been done so it had a lot of curl and bounce, and she wore a lot of makeup. I don’t mean it was obscene or anything, but I was used to Beca not using any makeup other than an occasional hint of lipstick or blush. She looked like a runway model. A very short, petite runway model. In tennis shoes.
She kicked the shoes off and ran to my offered embrace before switching to each of our mates for a hug and kiss.
“You look so scrumptious,” I said, sliding my hand down her back to cup her bubble butt. “Entirely edible.”
“I hope so,” she whispered. “Will you eat me tonight, Jacob?”
“Absolutely.”
“Look what I have, everyone!” she called out. She held up her National Service induction letter. “The post office comes through again!”
“Come to the table for your eighteenth birthday dinner,” Donna said. We gathered around and Beca chose to sit on my lap for dinner rather than at the head of the table.
“You must feed me before eating me, slave,” she intoned. She looked around the table and giggled. “And remember, you can’t eat it all. You have to leave some for the others.”
We had dinner and cake and sang to our girlfriend in celebration of her majority. The letter lay unopened on the table.
“What is your plan for the test?” Donna asked.
“Well, Jacob is going to DC this weekend to be with our girlfriends. I thought I’d tag along and test at the Capital Testing Center like he and Desi did.”
“That would be cool. Better call and make an appointment for Saturday morning. They book up on the weekends.”
“Already did. While you are seducing our other girlfriends, I will be creating the definition of my aptitude with great attitude.”
Beca was dead serious about wanting me to eat her. When we got to bed, she wasted no time in straddling my face and rocking back and forth. She fell forward as I ate her and swallowed my cock to the back of her mouth. I moaned into her pussy.
“I love you!” she cried as she plunged my cock in and out of her mouth in rhythm to the tongue-lashing I was giving her clit. I pulled back a bit and licked all the way up her butt. “Oh, yes! Joan played with my bottom this weekend. I didn’t know I was so sensitive back there! She couldn’t get more than the tip of her finger in me, but it felt so good.” I took that as a signal I should continue stimulating her tight little hole as I returned to licking her clit. She sped up her movement, thrusting against my face. Sliding back this far, she could barely keep the tip of my cock in her mouth. “Make me come, Jacob. Come in my mouth and fill me up. I love you! Come with me!” That was a second command I couldn’t ignore and soon I was spraying her tonsils as she quaked on my tongue.
When the climax died down, Beca scrambled around so we were lying face to face, her leg thrown over my stomach as she kissed my neck.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You are so good to me,” she whispered. “I know I spend much more time with the girls than I do with you, but I love the time we spend together.”
“I love you, Beca. I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?” she asked. I wondered what she had in mind. She crawled across me to reach the bottle of lube on the nightstand. “Can you grow hard for me again?” she asked as she applied lube to my cock, stroking up and down its length. I could never resist her when she was playful like this. I didn’t want to. “I love you, Jacob. I’m eighteen years old. I want to feel you come in me.”
“I can’t resist you, Beca. You turn me on like a lightbulb.” We’d done this before. She stimulated her clit with my cockhead and then held it to her opening as I came. It was intense. But it was different this time. She rubbed me against her clit and then moved me back to her vagina before we were ready to come. Slowly, she began to swallow my cock with her pussy. “Beca!”
“I want you, Jacob. I know I’m a lesbian and your cock doesn’t turn me on much. But you do. You turn me on because you love me so intensely. I… want you… in me. So big. So tight.”
“Don’t hurt yourself, Beca,” I whispered, I didn’t dare move as she sank onto me. She was very small down there and the only thing she’d had inside her was her dildo and perspex rod. They were considerably smaller. But Beca pushed down farther on my shaft.
“I wouldn’t have any other boy in me,” she said. “But you, Jacob. I want to feel you come in me and I want to come with you. I can do this. I want to make love to you.” She began sliding up and down, opening more with each thrust. I wasn’t going to go all the way in. She stopped me when I reached her maximum depth. But from there we moved together. I leaned forward so I could kiss her as I fondled her titties and she fucked herself on my cock.
“This is it, Jacob. I’m starting. Come with me, baby. Come with me.” It didn’t take many more thrusts for me to come and fill her pussy.
“I love you, Beca. I love you so much.”
“We’ll do this again sometime,” she whispered, pulling her face closer to mine for an intense kiss. My cock popped out of her vagina and she rolled to her back. She tucked her feet under her butt and turned her head to look at me. “I’d make love to you all night, but I promised Cindy she could eat my creamy core. You want to go and tell her I’m ready?”
I kissed Beca again and left the room. Cindy was waiting right outside the door. I gave her a quick kiss and she scampered into the room. I went downstairs to find Donna and Em.
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