In The Arms Of Angels Pt 06

This is a continuation of In The Arms of Angels pt. 5.

Recap - After reuniting with Jason, he, along with his mother, Elin, and sister, Paige, return to Vermont. Waiting for them is his older sister, Elaina. Having promised Paige that she would no longer shift the blame from her deceased father to Jason for leaving them for 15 years, no one can predict with certainty if Elaina will live up to her word. But, after a tearful reunion at the airport, things are looking up. Jason, Elin, and Paige are then worried about breaking the news to Elaina that they are now lovers, but after an impromptu quickie in the back of a rental vehicle, the tables were turned as Elaina was then worried about letting her mother and sister know she'd just had unprotected sex with her brother. Luckily, the nigh-clairvoyant Paige saves the day, and the entire family embraces their new lifestyle.

*Disclaimer - I don't speak any foreign languages. The Japanese was from an online translator, and I cannot guarantee its accuracy.

All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Vermont

Their first night as a fully reunited family was memorable for all involved. Elaina was, as Paige stated, a squirter. Her bed was absolutely soaked just two hours in, but that didn't stop the quartet. They moved back out to the living room with Elin pulling a large camping tent out of the garage while Paige, Elaina, and Jason pushed all the furniture back, so the flattened tent could cover the old carpet. She then covered it with multiple blankets and towels, even though she commented several times about how she wished she could have replaced the carpet before Jason came home.

Elin took to Jason's cock in her incredibly tight ass like a champ, all prior worries evaporating like mist as he plunged deep into her bowels. The sensation had been so incredible for her that, for the first time ever, she squirted hard, causing her daughters to clap from the spectacular sight. Paige, not to be outdone, offered Jason her tiny asshole once again, much to the shock of Elaina who had a difficult time believing he would fit in her without tearing her apart. Her face was mere inches from her sister's asshole as Jason's girth gaped her backside wide, taking every chance she got to run her tongue around Paige's open hole whenever Jason pulled out. And finally, wanting every part of her body to be used by Jason, Elaina shyly asked him to fill her backside. She had, unlike her sister, used a cucumber in her backside and had reveled in the various bumps of the vegetable, and the curve of the creeping vine plant, but taking Jason's much larger girth into her lower intestine was a bit of a step up.

Jason was shattered by the time they all fell asleep on fresh blankets on the living room floor. He'd climaxed several times, once in each asshole, once in Elin's now sloppy vagina, and then had to share a load in the mouths of Paige and Elaina after they both sucked him off. The women were wolfish with each other, as well, not a bit ashamed about seeing each other naked, sucking or licking each other's bodies, or even swallowing each other's bodily fluids. It truly was a glorious night.

As they lay on the floor, Jason in the middle with Elin and Elaina snuggled on each side, and Paige lying on his chest curled up like a cat, Elin sighed and frowned. In the soft light of the moon coming through the large windows, Jason could see the emotion on her face.

"What's wrong? Was I too vigorous with your bottom?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

"Oh, no, not at all," she said, a smile returning. "If anything, you could have been a bit more vigorous."

"Noted for next time."

"I'm just not happy with this place," she said. "I never have been. The girls were always my priority, but that didn't leave much to address how old the house looks."

"Are you asking for money to fix it up, because I'll give all of it to you, if you want it."

"You're too good to me," she whispered. "It's just that it's embarrassing to have you here after seeing your beautiful home, honey." When he didn't respond, she buried her face in his side. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Don't be sorry, Elin. I was just thinking about the—I mean, my home. I guess I should just call it what it is," he said. "You know you don't need to work, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Elin, we have enough money—"

"

You

have enough money, master," she corrected.

"No. It's our money. Me, you, Paige, and Elaina," he corrected right back. "If I'm to call you my wives, then what I own, you own."

"Fine," she said. "Thank you, my love."

"Nope," Paige said softly from his chest. "Just a little bit for Paige kitty."

He gently massaged her bottom. "Whatever you like, Paige kitty. What I was saying, though, is that you don't have to work anymore, Elin," he continued. "If we're smart with just what we have now, we could all just relax for the rest of our lives and only do what we wanted. But if my plans for the money continue bringing in dividends as they are, we'll be financially secure forever, as will our children."

Thinking about it several beats, Elin nodded. "You did plan very well," she said.

"The question is, would the three of you be willing to move elsewhere? We could go back to my house, we could sell it and find something somewhere else, or renovate this house to your satisfaction and stay here."

"You own me," Paige muttered, beginning to fall asleep. "Take property with you. Always."

He sighed, ignoring her comment. "Elin?"

"I will go wherever you go, husband," she replied.

"No. That's not how this works. I need you to share your thoughts, not just blindly do what I want."

"Those are my thoughts, Jason. I know our financial situation, and I have regretted having to go to work for many years now," she said, honestly answering him. "Now that my girls are with me, with you, I will go wherever you go." She then curled her lip. "Just...not New York, or anything. The city, I mean. Upstate New York is probably fine."

He chuckled, and Elaina did the same, finally coming into the conversation. "I just want to keep taking pictures," she said, sighing happily as she snuggled his chest. "Doing it for fun, or as a job, makes no difference to me."

"And I'm sure Paige kitty just wants to be able to swim," he grinned, expecting a response. But she had fallen asleep.

"H-husband?" Elaina said, her first-time use of the name bringing a smile to his lips. "Are we really going to Belgium?"

He nodded. "We are. I promised, and fully intend to follow through soon." Elin squeezed him happily at his response. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. I'm excited, really, but Mom," she said, leaning her head up, "Paige and I don't have passports."

"Shit," Elin said, drawing out the S in the word. "And mine is probably very expired."

"Not a problem. We'll just get passports. We can even have them expedited," Jason said, but added, "What do you want to do in the meantime?"

"Elaina," Elin whispered, not wanting to wake her youngest, "would you be upset if we sold this place and moved to Jason's house, either permanently or temporarily? We can look for something else, Jason, if that house still bothers you."

"I love our home, Mom, but no, I wouldn't be upset." She reached across Jason's chest to take Elin's hand. "We'll never lose our memories, and you took a shitload of pictures—as did I. As long as we have both of those, we'll never forget our time here. Besides, we're a new family now, and it seems we're going to need more room soon, anyway."

"I'll check with Paige in the morning, but I don't think she cares where we go as long as we're all together," Elin whispered. "We'll have to sell everything, or throw it all away, before selling this place. That will take time."

Jason gave it a moment of thought and said, "How about this: grab clothes and keepsakes that we box up in the garage. I'll get one of those big-ass trash dumpster-things, we toss everything you don't want in there, have a cleaning company spruce up the empty house, and we jet back to L.A." He looked at both women. "Would that be too impersonal, or—"

"Fine by me," Elaina said.

"I don't need anything other than my pictures, important paperwork, and a few small things," Elin added. "We can even sell the cars—oh. Uh..."

"We'll pick out something for you when we get to L.A. Don't worry," Jason said with a grin at how hard she tried not to make declarations. "You, too, El. If you want something, that is."

"Can it be electric?"

Jason scoffed. "Of course."

She let out a contented sigh. "I love you."

"And I adore you, Elaina." He smiled when she giggled softly next to him. "And you, Mrs. Hughes, I also adore."

She kissed his cheek, and he could feel her smile when she did.

"I adore you, too, Paige kitty," he whispered, not expecting a response.

The next few weeks were a bit of a whirlwind for the family. Paige, as expected, didn't care where they lived as long as she had at least occasional access to a pool. And once they began packing things up, she had one small box that only contained swimsuits, swim goggles, one bottle of perfume, and a small, plastic crown. Seeing it, Jason broke down in tears as the memory of him placing it on her head when she first learned to walk resurfaced. Somehow, she had kept it all these years and considered it one of her most prized possessions.

Jason paid for the rented Suburban for the entire time they were there, knowing they'd need it to pack their luggage back to the airport for the trip back to L.A. He had also hired help to move everything out of the house into the large, metal dumpster—and it actually took two of them before the house was emptied. The cleaning staff came through and, as Elaina had stated, 'polished the turd up pretty nice'. In the meantime, Elin put in her notice at the golf course, giving them two weeks' notice, but working from home most of that time. Elaina didn't bother with a notice and just quit on the spot.

Between the cleaning, the planning for their return trip, and boxing up their keepsakes to be shipped across the country, Jason took Elaina to the branch of his bank in Burlington to add her to his accounts. For some reason, she, like Paige, didn't feel comfortable having her name on the primary account and asked for one like her sister's. Like Paige, she was given $100 thousand and left with her own card and the app on her phone ready to access it anywhere.

Lastly, Elin found a realtor to list the home and provided her with her contact information, and Jason's, allowing her to sell the house for whatever she could get for it. Elin was clear that she just wanted it sold, but to try and get as much as she could out of it.

Having moved into a hotel in town for their last week, since all the furniture was gone, Jason checked them out and the four loaded up early into the Suburban for their trip to Bristol and then L.A. It wasn't the same flight crew, unfortunately, but Jason had booked the same type of jet for their return trip. The bed had come in handy, and as early as they were departing, he assumed most, if not all of them, would want to use it for a while.

On the jet, Elin pulled out a backpack for the third time that day and reviewed paperwork she had inside. She patted it, making Jason smile as it was obviously something important, before returning the items and putting the backpack away.

Seeing his smirk, she chuckled. "Sorry. I'm just nervous about making sure I got all the important paperwork for me and the girls. Social security cards, birth certificates, college transcripts, things like that since we'll need it."

"Oh?"

"I assume we'll need to get California licenses, and we'll need all of this for the passports, and—"

"And to put your names on the deed to the house, the cars, and the—"

"That's not necessary, honey," Elin replied, shaking her head.

"It is. All the bills are digital, and they only show one name on them, even if I added all of you to them. The DMV requires proof of residency, and there's no better way to do that than to produce a deed with your names on it." He smiled, having already given this some thought. "Oh, I also sent a few things through snail mail, one addressed to each of you alone, so you'd have mail to that address. It would have been better if it was a bill, but we'll see how it goes."

Elin was impressed. "I see you've been planning already."

"I also need to get an attorney, anyway, so they can help if there are any issues."

She moved across the aisle to the seat next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Jason. I know you don't like where we're going, but you're doing it for us."

"I want you happy, Elin. I'd do anything to make that happen."

"I appreciate that, but you must be happy as well. If you truly want to move, we can start thinking about places to move to, if you wish," she said as she got comfortable against him. "I don't care if it's L.A., a different state, or a different country. We can afford it, as long as we don't go nuts. But I truly do think your home is wonderful."

He nodded. "Start a list," he said, "something we can all add ideas to. Something like that?"

She smiled and nodded.

"I like it, but we're not in a hurry. This house is paid for, it's relatively new, and it has enough bedrooms, so we'd be stable there for as long as we need to be."

"But you want to move out of there, so we'll begin looking, just in case." She closed her eyes, enjoying being so close to him.

"What about Belgium?" Elaina asked. "Are there restrictions for moving to another country?"

"There are usually visas involved, and some countries require you to explain why you want to move there and can be quite picky." Jason frowned. "Some countries require you to know the language and have knowledge of their history before allowing it."

"I actually have a solution to that problem," Elin replied, a wide smile on her face. "If you recall, your lovely wife was born and raised there. I have dual citizenship."

Jason's mouth fell open before his mouth broke into a big grin. "And marrying a citizen is enough of a reason to—"

"Jason, honey," Elin said, frowning and looking like she'd just been punched in the gut, "we...we can't actually get married."

His face fell. "Oh. Yeah. Right."

"Um, but, you're all my children," she added. "You're young adults, but with my citizenship, the fact that we live together, and it also helps that we'd be coming with plenty of money, it shouldn't be as much of a problem as not having someone with citizenship."

He nodded silently. "Let's, uh...let's get our passports sorted, go over for a visit to take a look around first. We can take a month and drive around the country to different cities, if you want." He fell silent, the weight of her words like a barbed-wire knot in his stomach. "I think I'll go lay down for a bit, if that's okay?"

Both women nodded and watched him go. Leaning forward on the chair, Elin held her head in her hands, her eyes closed. "He loves us so much, El," she said softly. "I think it truly hurts him that he can't marry us—all of us."

"It's just a piece of paper, Mom," Elaina replied, moving to sit beside her. "Marriage certificates didn't exist in the world for, like, for a long time."

"I know, honey." She wrapped her arms around her daughter, hugging her gently. "I just want him to have what he wants, and I know you and Paige want it, too."

"Yeah," Elaine whispered. "I do."

In the back of the plane, Jason found Paige lying in the bed watching videos on her phone. He noticed the phone was old and quite outdated and made a note to take them all shopping for new ones and to put everyone on the same plan.

"Hello, husband," she said, not taking her eyes off the video. "Cats are funny."

He smiled and slid into the bed with her, his head on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. Be happy," she said, briefly singing the words.

"I'm happy, Paige," he said, a small smile forming. "I'm with the women I love."

"You're my husband, Jason," she said.

He sighed. "Not legally."

"So? You're my husband."

He smiled. Sometimes, this adorable little gift from the gods could just brute force her way through any problem by stating the obvious. "Yeah. I am, aren't I?"

"No purchase necessary. Only one entry per person, except when entering your wives over and over. Taxes and additional fees paid by the contestant."

He chuckled and squeezed her lithe body briefly, then kissed her exposed shoulder.

"Marriage certificates in the US started in the 1800s. Could just say you were married, and boom," she said, her hand mimicking an explosion, "you were married. Paper is paper. Our word is our bond." She turned onto her side to face him. "You, Jason, my master, are my husband. You will always be my husband. I will always be your wife, your Paige kitty, your tight pussy kitty," she added with a giggle, "and your property. Forever and a day, you can't take it back and neither will I, don't argue with me about it or I'll bite your dick, and I want to get pregnant, too."

For some reason, it never really bothered him when Paige called him master. It wasn't because she didn't know what it meant, or because she didn't think it bothered him—it very much did. Paige Hughes was smarter than everyone on the jet combined, flight staff included. Everything she did, though, was to make you feel better, or at least it felt that way. Only when he had seen her argue with Elaina had he seen her teeth bared, and that had been to bring the family together, not because of some perceived slight or for selfish reasons.

"Paige," he said, skipping over everything she'd said and going right to the end, "are you sure you want to get pregnant so young? I want kids. With you, Elin, and Elaina, but I also don't want you to miss out on anything. Having a child...it means you have to slow down. Your priorities change. Your life is no longer your own, but ruled by a tiny human who can't even walk yet. To be clear, I'm not saying no, but I want you to go into this with your eyes wide open."

"Jason," she replied, her silliness seemingly turned off, "I want this. Because of how I am, I'll never have a real job, or be like other women. But I can give you a child. A beautiful, smart, and aquatic child." She smiled briefly before turning melancholy. "I can't be like Momma or El. I'm not the same. This conversation, it hurts," she said, gesturing at her head. "Concentrating to do this, is not good. Easier as Paige kitty. Short, deliberate." She closed her eyes, wincing slightly.

"Stop, Paige," he implored her. "Don't do this. You don't need to justify anything to me, and I can't bear to see you in pain."

She shook her head. "I do love you, Jason. You

are

my husband, here," she pointed to her heart. "I will serve you. I will love you. I will care for you." She paused again, wincing once more. "Almost...done." Swallowing hard, she pressed on. "Please believe that I will be of use, even...the other me. All I want is you."

"That's enough," he urged, fear in his eyes. "Relax, baby girl. Please, just...just be Paige kitty again, and know that just being with me, holding me, you are of use. And Paige kitty, or not, our child will be outstanding, just like his—"

"—her."

"—okay, her mother."

She closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. But when none came, she arched an eyebrow. "Kiss. The. Kitty," she said.

"As you wish," he grinned, then pushed her knees apart and kissed between her legs. Her giggles delighted him, and he felt relief that Paige, his Paige, was back. "Don't do that again, please? Not unless you absolutely have to. But...thank you for enduring that pain for me."

"Anything for you, husband." She winced once more and saw the alarmed look on his face. "It's okay. You'll see. Sleepy kitty."