Hello and thank you so much for reading this. This is a story I started writing back in September of 2018. Obviously, none of us had any idea that a real-world pandemic would hit just over a year later, but it spurred me on to complete this novel. I would like to give many thanks to Volunteer Editors Phil Anderer and WishLove for their immense amount of help in fixing multiple aspects of the narrative writing.
All persons discussed and described in any forms of sexual and or intimate terms are and were 18+ years old. While there is a point in the story where incest and inbreeding become a primary focus as a driver for the story, I want to state that I do not condone this dangerous practice in real life. As this is a work of fiction, I also implore all my readers to recognize scenes that are fictional and not intended to be reenacted in real life.
Thank you.
Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home... Busy Day 2 With More Wives
The sun had risen, projecting beams of light through the gaps between the blinds of the windows. Having endured a long and eventful previous day, Braedon had not been in any rush to get out of bed. As he groggily opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright yellow light being cast on to the bed, he looked to either side of him on the bed to find that only a few of the wives that had joined him the night before remained.
The others had clearly already left to sleep in other bedrooms, which made sense because the bed wasn't big enough to fit all of them at one time. As he stretched out his limbs, a few of the wives in the bed stirred slightly and the first thought that popped into Braedon's mind was, "I am not prepared for round whatever it is at this point until I get some coffee." Being careful not to wake the women, Braedon cautiously slid himself toward the foot end of the bed to rest his feet on the floor.
All his brain could tell him was that his body was tired and drained of fluids and in desperate need of sustenance before he would be of any use to anyone at all. Quietly, he padded over to the side of the bed where he had left his slippers. Slipping them on his feet, he headed out to the pool area to get some breakfast.
To his dismay, he didn't make it more than twenty feet before he heard one of his wives call out to him, "Where do you think you're slinking off to, mister?" Braedon yawned before turning around to see two of the wives he hadn't yet been formally introduced to, accompanied by Savannah.
"Oh, good morning sweety! How did you sleep last night?" Braedon inquired.
"I actually slept like a rock last night. I really wanted to have time to introduce myself and get to know more of the women, but after such a busy week and then the bus ride, I was just wiped out. I'm pretty sure I dozed off right in the middle of a conversation with them." Savannah frowned.
"Savannah, we completely understood, and it did not offend us in the slightest. It was really wonderful to get an opportunity to talk with you last night before we all went to bed."
"Well, if you ladies would like to join me, I was heading to the pool area to get some breakfast and some coffee before my services are demanded again."
"Oh you poor thing," Savannah teased her husband, "How will you ever survive? Having to please your harem every day for the rest of your life? That is such a tragedy! Here, let me play a song for you. Do you hear it? It's the world's smallest violin."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I get it! Poor me having to get all the sex a man could ever want in life. It might sound like a dream come true for a playa, but a man needs rest too!"
"Okay, well, let's get you some coffee and a nice big healthy breakfast so you can be ready to take on the day!"
The group continued walking down the corridor to reach the glass doors leading outside. Braedon and Savannah were both surprised as they walked through the doorway and were greeted by an almost completely different pool area. They had changed the entire theme to a Hawaiian setting, complete with artificial palm trees, pineapple bushes in large planters. Each of the food and beverage stands now had tropical flowers adorning them, even the food seemed to be completely different today.
Instead of the Southern BBQ style food from the previous day, today they were presented with an island selection of food and drink. As they made their way to the outdoor kitchen, a few of the early bird wives waved high to Braedon as they waded through the water between their morning laps in the pool. One of the older children playing in the pool caught the group off guard, blasting them with a blast of chilled water from their Super Soaker FreezeFire water guns.
"Holy crap, that's cold!" Braedon shrieked as the super cold water hit him right in his sweet spot, eliciting guffaws of laughter from the other children in the pool.
Just when they thought they were in the clear after the kids returned to shooting each other with their arsenal of water guns, the kids returned for an all out assault, blasting the three wives with him with a torrential storm of freezing cold water. The best part of this was when Braedon turned to see his wives getting hit. He was greeted by three sets of insanely perky hard nipples that could shatter glass. The group all ran frantically as the kids exhausted their winterized ammunition, all high-fiving each other for their awesome victory over the adults.