Big Love Aftermath Ch 01

Eighteen months after Bill Henrickson's death...

"God, I can't hardly believe that it's been a year and a half since Dad was killed! And here I am, cheating on the man that I dated against his wishes. With the girl that ratted him out!" Sarah exclaimed after several more passionate kisses from Heather, her best friend and sister-in-law.

"And with your own brother's wife! How do you think that I feel, especially given how I treated Ben when we dated? Not to mention that I was the one who snitched on your old man? This isn't fair to Ben. I pushed monogamy on him, practically shoved it down his throat, and yet, here I am, sleeping with his sister! All my life, I've been Miss Molly Mormon, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, and now I'm having a lesbian affair with my sister-in-law!" Heather fought the urge to jump in the shower and clean off before putting on her temple garments.

It was even tougher while Sarah parted her bestie's cheeks and slid her tongue along Heather's crack, rimming her with a vengeance. She couldn't help herself. Since that one kiss just hours after little Bill's blessing, she had been sneaking back to Utah every chance she got to steal time with Heather and pursue their extramarital tryst. It wasn't fair to Scott. She had been jealous and angry with him for his other women, yet here she was, sleeping with a woman herself.

It wasn't fair to Ben, either. Both Heather and she had pushed Ben to give up on the notion of plural marriage, the so-called "Principle" or "everlasting covenant." Yet Heather just didn't enjoy sleeping with Ben much. She put out in spite of that, as much as she could stand, but it was a chore, increasingly so. Now she knew why. Rhonda, snitch that she was, told the truth about Heather at least. Heather Tuttle Henrickson, daughter of a proper Mormon and state trooper, was a lesbian. She was gay... and she was in love with her girlfriend, her sister-in-law, Sarah Henrickson Quittman.

"I can't... I can't... help it. I should never have judged Dad or Ben like I have... or Scott. Or Margie. People can't help who... they love or like... or... lick," Sarah confessed as she kept eating her sweet Heather's ass.

"I... I can't... keep doing this, Sarah," Heather panted as she writhed in mixed pleasure and remorse.

"But... Heather... I can't... give... this... up!" Sarah pleaded with her lover.

"That's... not what I mean... I can't keep living a lie. You saw what that did to your folks. Hiding polygamy for years how they did. So I'll get excommunicated... so what? I've given my whole life to the Church, but I can't... I keep doing this. I can't keep pretending not to be... madly, totally, passionately, in love with you.

"Sarah... I beg you! Let's not lie to Ben and to Scott. It's wrong. Let's not live a lie. Remember what it did to you, growing up!" Heather urged her mistress, even as she shivered from the touch of Sarah's tongue on her bottom.

"Dad called it 'stepping out into the light,' and by now, I think that he'd understand. He wouldn't have before, but now he would. His spirit will be with us, but it will mean breaking Ben's heart and Scott's. You're talking about divorce, about leaving our husbands for each other. I saw what that did to Don Embry, when two of his wives left him and Peg for each other. It's gonna crush him. We need to soften the blow, babe," Sarah answered as Heather flipped her over and began rimming her in turn.

"Yeah, it's really going to hit him hard... he's gonna be pissed at me and I don't blame him! Same with Scott, but Ben's... more sheltered, more naive, more innocent, even now. More earnest. It's really going to be... rough for him! He'll hate us for a while. You know that! He didn't like me much when we first met and it's kinda shocking that he ever liked me at all at times. This isn't right, though. We owe them all the truth," Heather agreed as she found herself hungrily savoring the flavors of Sarah's butt.

"The only solace is that we'll be free to love each other at last," Sarah reminded her.

"And eat each other's ass!" Heather blushed even now as she uttered that profanity.

"Oh, yes... damn, your booty is so delicious!" Sarah moaned as she reveled in Heather's oral favors.

"Same with yours! I'm such a slut now... who would have guessed that this is why it was easy to abstain with boys... I just... don't want... guys... I never lusted for them," Heather admitted aloud as she stuck her tongue up Sarah's tush.

Sarah's bottom was so yummy, but so was Heather's. That feeling and interest was very mutual. Something about analingus especially sealed the deal for both ladies. They were hooked on the taste of each other's ass. Heather could spend eternity rimming Sarah and that would be her own personal heaven and vice versa. She couldn't stand to pretend that this wasn't what she wanted anymore. She had to look herself in the mirror again and she had to face facts. She was gay. She was a lesbian. Period.

So was Sarah, come to think of it. Well, maybe she was bi, but Heather wasn't. Heather wanted her all to herself, anyway. Sarah was hers. Ben would soon be free to go and do as he pleased, but Sarah belonged to Heather, full stop. Her sweet ass belonged on Heather's tongue, too. It was irresistible.

This was what Ben witnessed when he walked in on his wife, Heather, in bed with his own sister, Sarah! The very same sister who kept badgering him about the "evils" of polygamy, the very same sister who kept telling him what was wrong with him in the past. The very sister who judged him for fucking Brynn... yes, that sister! His big sister, Sarah, the girl who held onto her chastity until she gave it up to Scott, now cheated on said Scott with Heather after being jealous that Scott once did that to her.

As for Ben's wife, Heather, who had already dumped him once in the past, who had gotten livid over him screwing Rhonda Volmer once... cheating on him with his own sister? This was the fucking ultimate betrayal and hypocrisy in Ben's book and he was absolutely sickened by it. Sure, lesbian porn was hot and a guilty pleasure, but watching the woman for whom you gave up your own principles and convictions about plural marriage cheat on you with your very own sister... damn!

Ben just stood there silently there for several minutes before running to the john to hurl. That was when Sarah and Heather realized that they were caught. Ben exited the bathroom with huge, puffy eyes and a very red face, rebuffing any effort by his sister and wife to console or mollify him at all. He stormed out of the house with minimal luggage and just drove away in the lone car that Heather and he owned.

"Ben, please, let me explain! Ben, I'm sorry, but you need to understand..., " Heather tried one last time as Ben slammed the driver car door shut and peeled away down the street.

Only then did Heather recall that she was literally half-naked, as in bottomless, at risk of mooning the entire cul-de-sac. A wolf whistle from a neighbor didn't help, so she flipped the guy off in a very un-Mormon fashion and rushed inside to find Sarah dialing her cell phone furiously. Sarah was also bottomless, of course, not that either of them had time for such pleasures right then.

"Who are you calling?" Heather asked Sarah now.

"Mom... maybe she can help with this. Maybe. I can't ask Nicki. You know how she is. Besides, she's getting remarried, to Don Embry of all people! I guess that 'the Principle' is far from done with either her, Don, or Peg! Margie's back in Africa, so there's no calling on her. And Dad's a bit dead to ask, you know, thanks to Carl fucking Martin! I suppose that Ben's gonna rat us out to Scott, too. I can expect a divorce coming from him, not that we don't already need one to marry each other. Even then it's not legal in Utah," Sarah wiped her bloodshot eyes of tears as she now imagined what her slightly younger brother might think of her.

"Sarah?" Barb Henrickson stopped cooking with Teenie long enough to answer the phone in real worry of the future.

"Mom... I don't know if you've... spoken to Ben yet, but we have a problem here. I've... done some things... we have. Things that aren't exactly cool with the Scriptures. Any of them, from the Bible to the Book of Mormon to the Doctrines and Covenants to the Pearl of Great Price. We have, that is," Sarah awkwardly tried to cushion the blow for her mother, of course.

"Who is we, Sarah?" Barb got very pointed now, fearing possible incest, something disgusting that would anger her with Ben, too.

"Me... and Heather," Sarah swallowed as she awaited her mother's response.

"You mean... lesbian stuff? You cheated on Scott and she on Ben with each other?" Barb fumed as she considered the likely meaning of this: her elder daughter was gay or at best bi.

"Um... yes, Mom. Sorry, but it happened and Ben caught us in bed together. Stupid, I know. But we've been talking about... divorce, anyway. Heather and I, that is. Leaving our husbands for each other. I know, I know, it's wrong, at least according to our Heavenly Father, but what are we to do?" Sarah choked back tears as she feared Barb cutting her off as Grandma Nancy and Aunt Cindy did to her mother.

"Honey, you will always be my baby, you know that, but I'm not going to lie and tell you that this isn't bad, because it is. Very bad. This is not just one sin, that of unnatural sexual deviance, but also double adultery, committed against two men who didn't deserve that kind of treatment. One of whom is your own brother. Do you realize what kind of bind you've put me into with Ben now? No matter what I say, it will hurt some of you.

"Look, I've done some bad things, too, such as drinking wine for a while there, but this is a serious business and I doubt that it will escape the bishop's attention. You could really be excommunicated, both of you, just as I was, too, over polygamy. This is no joke, honey. If you repent, there is still time, you know, to save your marriage to Scott and Heather's to Ben.

"You need to seriously rethink this divorce, I beg you. I'll urge Ben and Scott to forgive you ladies, if you both just repent. Think about it, girls. But don't take too long. You have marriages and souls to save. Your own souls. Eternity is a very long time not to spend together," Barbara Dutton Henrickson told her daughter with real anguish in her voice.

Whatever would Barb say to Ben? What would not drive him further away than he already was? What would it drive him to do? As for Sarah, she prayed silently that God would understand her own lesbian indiscretions well enough for small favors at least. The increasing distance between Ben and her was most alarming, along with many other family spats.

As for Ben, he was pretty far well gone, driving into the night and only stopping when he felt hunger at last. That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder, a comforting one that he would never expect. A feminine hand... and a shoulder to cry on, if he was ready for it.

"Ana?" Ben couldn't believe it. His waitress was none other than his father's very temporary fourth wife from Serbia, Ana Markovic.

Could this world be any stranger?

"Ben, my God, you look so much like your father! So handsome! You know... I really miss him and I was very sad when he died. I never stopped loving him. We just... couldn't make it work out. He was a great man. What's... wrong? You look so upset!" Ana did her best to console the son of her one-time American husband.

Bill... yes, the father of her child. This was her baby's big brother and he looked more like his old man by the day. He was so handsome, yet so sad and upset. Clearly, there was some reason for that. Ana couldn't help but reach out to touch him and sit next to him in his booth. She was still on the clock for a little while, not much longer, but she didn't care. She would make time for Bill's firstborn son, so handsome and tall.

"I... caught Heather, my wife, my newlywed bride, in bed... with my sister! Sarah! Sarah's married, too. To that guy, Scott. The ex-Mormon dude. They're lovers... Sarah and Heather. Lesbian lovers! Here I gave up the Principle for Heather... and she did this to me! I even attended LDS church services in her ward. Damn it!" Ben rubbed his temples, feeling a headache come on as he tried to drink his Sprite.

"That does it! That's quite enough! I couldn't make it happen or work with your father, honey, but I'm going to take good care of his son! Here, take some pills, wash them down, eat your dinner, and then come home with me! I think that his spirit might forgive me for how things happened if I take care of his son for him!

"Sweetie, you didn't deserve this! Your own sister betrayed you as well as your wife? I should have seen it. They always seemed closer than just friends. That was especially true for Heather, you know. I never thought that you'd marry the stupid cunt!" Ana now stroked Ben's face as she brought him a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie.

The rest of the meal, Ana went out of her way to serve Ben first and best, swaying her hips and teasing him with her plump Serbian bottom as she did so. She unbuttoned just enough to show him some cleavage as well, no doubt planning to entice him into bed. It wasn't just for some altruistic purpose, either. She wondered what he was like in the sack, compared to Bill and Goran (her recent ex-boyfriend). Maybe she could teach him how to be a great lover or something. She doubted a future with the elder brother of her child, but even so, it was a nice little challenge to sample his services.

"Ana, this has been... very nice, but I need to go home or somewhere else and figure out what to do about my marriage and likely divorce. It hurts, but I have to deal with it. That's not even counting what will go down with my sister. Sarah and I were getting along so well recently, but this... this really hurts and it won't help her at all with me," Ben shook his head, but Ana also shook hers as she gave him the check and accepted his tip.

Things were blurry for Ben after that, at least until he awoke in bed and naked. He was in Ana's bed, to be precise, as shown by the way that she raised her head... from between his legs. Her eyes blazed with lust and passion as she began sucking his cock in earnest. Oh, God... what was going on here? He found his hands wandering over to her lovely, dirty-blonde hair as she kept bobbing up and down on his prick with her mouth and throat.

"So... big... if Heather prefers Sarah to this... she really must be gay! So big, just like your father!" Ana's sultry, smoking Serbian accent sounded sexier than ever as she mounted Ben at last.

She wasn't on the Pill and he didn't have a rubber. That was fine with her. She didn't mind having his baby, just like his old man's. Ana doubted that this affair would last for the long run, but in the meantime, she had a passionate fling with a Henrickson, this time the son instead of the father. This would be her second chance with a man from such a sensual family. How could she possibly turn that down?

Especially with a likely souvenir in the form of another Henrickson love child. What a family of studs! Even behind the staunch Mormon facade (albeit polygamous), they were quite the tribe of lovers, those Henrickson men. Ben was rather square for a stud, but then so was his father. He didn't drink booze or even coffee or tea, but he could fuck like nobody's business.

Ana didn't have carnal knowledge of Bill as much as she wished, but she had it enough to know the quality of the father just as she did about the son. Was this wrong? Probably. Certainly weird. It was some Jerry Springer stuff, the kind of thing that you saw on internet porn. She didn't care. This felt right to Ana. That was all she knew. Did she have a future with Ben? Most likely not. But she could comfort him with her flesh, with her kisses, with her arms around him. She could heal him, just a little, from the wound inflicted by his own sister and wife.

That was enough for now, Ana decided, as she squeezed his cock and balls to pull every drop of his seed out of him. She put his hands on her sleek, beautiful ass as they kissed yet again. She wanted to feel his caress, the touch of this handsome young man who happened to be the brother of her own pride and joy, a chip off his father's block. Ben was in pain, and she, Ana, would bring him solace.

Back at Heather's, Sarah and she cried themselves to sleep in each other's arms. They had opened a real breach in both of their families, not to mention their marriages. Heather knew that she had betrayed her husband, just as Sarah did. It wasn't as bad as also betraying a sibling, but it was a form of incest, sleeping with her own sister-in-law. Not to mention that her parents would never approve of a lesbian union of any kind.

Both of them had fallen from grace, but at least they fell together. It was better to spend eternity in spirit prison or perdition together than for either to reach the Celestial Kingdom apart. Both Sarah and Heather now realized that their only Heaven was each other and their only Hell was to be parted forever from the same. If that was damnation, so be it, but Heather and Sarah didn't mind if it was everlasting with each other. The only torment for her would be separation from Sarah and vice versa.

Heather, the goody-two-shoes Molly Mormon and daughter of a state trooper, had rebelled. Then again, so had Lucifer and he was the son of Elohim. So had Adam and Eve, and they were created directly by God. Being who she was, she didn't do her rebellion by halves. She went all out, taking another woman to bed. That was rebellion indeed, to choose a lover with whom she could never breed.