Chapter 45
Steven, in his rented tuxedo, stood at the altar, next to his future brother-in-law, Anton, and the pastor. Anton was a very handsome, masculine man, 6'2" tall, with a broad, classicly muscular frame, platinum blonde hair, square jaw, a year younger than the twins, and bright blue eyes. Steven himself was no slouch in the looks department but fell on the wrong side of the masculine line, 6'0" tall, with short brown hair, dull green eyes, a thin, toned frame, and a face always described as too pretty, with a soft jaw, chin, and cheekbones.
The church and pastor were both part of the same sex club as him, Anton, and their sisters. The basement had a sex room that people used for specific BDSM kinks, self-flagellation, or 'punishment' for going against 'god's plan' or just for the novelty of having dirty sex in a church, but it also served members of the BDSM community for weddings, funerals, and 'normal' community meetings.
The pastor, a man who everyone called Buddy, was a tall, slim, mostly bald man with small glasses, crow's feet, and an always pleasant smile. He was the last man you'd ever picture in an orgy, but that's where Steven first met him. They weren't close, but they were friends, and he took on the role of pastor, counselor, and community leader with full enthusiasm. The two couples were required to attend pre-marriage meetings, and the fact that Buddy knew all their secrets made the couples so much more open to him, and that in turn led to much more productive meetings.
Steven looked out onto the small crowd of their guests, an interesting mix of family, college friends, and members of their sex club. Steven's mother Maryanne sat on one side; a perfect natural beauty, long dark red hair, great figure, perfect ass, bright green eyes, and sultry lips. On the other side of the aisle was Anton's and Lana's mom, Katerina; she was also beautiful, but it was fake. She had a lot of plastic surgery, and it was good, but being so close to his mother, you could see the difference. Her smile was fake, her breasts were big and defied gravity, her lips were a little too full, and she had no wrinkles, but seemed she should have, so it felt like CGI, something you couldn't put your finger on. She had the same platinum blonde hair as her children, but Lana said she had to dye it to keep it up.
Next to Steven's mother sat his parent's Master and Mistress, Nathan and Ericka. Nathan, a man over 55 years old, his hair silver, he had a handful of wrinkles and a kind older man's smile, but he was also tall, fit, muscular, strong, had great posture, and an aura of power. His wife, Ericka, however, was simply perfect. Fifteen to twenty years younger than her husband, with shoulder-length brown hair, a beautiful flawless face, tight ass, wider hips, and larger breasts, a perfect classic hourglass figure; timeless in her beauty.
In the pew behind them sat three of Steven's four grandparents. They were practically strangers to Steven and Sandy. They'd mostly shunned their parents when they got pregnant before marriage. They were already on thin ice when they went to a liberal college, in a liberal state, that they stayed in that state, that they gave up their accents, that they left the church, that they didn't visit, and that they didn't send money home. It was actually crazy that his grandparents were even here. He and Sandy had only seen them five times in the last 22 years. The same applied to all other members on that side of the family. His mom was one of seven kids, his dad was one of four, and he had more than 40 cousins, and he couldn't name even half of them. Of over 50 people on that side of the family, only 8 were here. He really didn't care.
Anton's side had a similar number of family on his side. His mother's parents, an uncle, and three cousins. It was unsurprising as they were all Russian citizens, Anton and Lana were the only 'Americans', even their parents had dual citizenship. So it was harder for their family to get here and much more expensive. The rest of the seats were filled with a mix of Sex Club members and friends from college.
As he stood staring over the crowd, the Wedding March started to play, and the curtain in the back opened. Four people began to walk down the aisle together. His father, Aaron, a 5'10" tall, fit, slim man, had dark brown hair, which he too had to dye. He had been made to have a slim, more feminine body, and his face was also on the pretty side, not as much as Steven's, but enough to see where Steven got it from. On the other side, Lana's father, Aleksandr, was a stark contrast to Aaron. He was overweight, had an admittedly good hairpiece, and was as tall as Aaron, but the way his weight hung on him made him look shorter, and he always wore a frown. Even walking his only daughter down the aisle at her wedding, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Aaron's face was the opposite, he couldn't have been more proud.
And between the two fathers were the two loves of his life. One, his twin, his sex slave, and his best friend, Sandy. A short firecracker of a woman. She was 5'2" tall, had soft red hair that fell to her middle back, currently up in a complicated style that Steven wouldn't be able to describe or name, but it looked wonderful, she had green eyes like her mother, a cute nose, small breast, tight ass, and tiny slim body. Her smile showed her perfect natural beauty and the day's happiness.
The other, Stevlana, Lana, to him and her friends, he'd only known for two years. Brought together to hide her relationship with Anton and his relationship with Sandy, he'd found himself truly falling for her. She was beautiful, 5'6" tall, with long platinum blonde hair, currently in a braid down her back, a tight, fit body, nearly perfectly sized and shaped c-cup breasts, bright blue eyes, six months older than the twins, and sultry lips. She was extremely sexually adventurous, and submissive in bed, but not a sex slave. They all fit together like a sex-crazed puzzle. She held her father's arm seemingly only because she had to, but held Sandy's hand like the lovers they were, with true passion.
Their dresses were classic and beautiful. Sandy wore a spaghetti-strapped, tight, smooth satin gown that flared a little on the bottom, which was in contrast to Lana's. As she had a wide poofy bottom leading up to a sequin strapless top part that showed off a classy amount of cleavage. They made it to the head of the aisle, and Lana turned and hugged her father, which he seemed to reluctantly return before he turned and sat next to his wife in the front pew. However, Aaron gave his daughter a deep hug and kissed both cheeks as he said, "I love you. I'm proud of you. You look beautiful." He then hugged Steven, Anton, and finally Lana. It wasn't an abnormal series of events, but it contrasted sharply with Aleksandr's actions. He then also returned to his wife, sat down, and took her hand as he wiped a tear from his eye.
Sandy then went to Anton and took both his hands, while Lana did the same for him. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before turning to Buddy, who started the service. While much of his speech was very normal, there were small words, pronouns, and preposition changes that allowed him to not only devote himself to Stevlana but also to Sandy. And so he pledged to both of them; now and forever.
After they all said, 'I do', Steven kissed his wife's lips. The word 'wife' felt wonderful in his head, and her lips were soft and inviting. He then hugged and then kissed his sister's cheek, before whispering in her ears, "I love you, Little Slut."
She kissed his cheek back and whispered, "I love you too, Master."
He then returned to his wife as Buddy announced the newly married couples, and they walked back down the aisle, heading to a private room before they could be reannounced at the reception area of the church a little later. As soon as the door was closed and locked, he grabbed his sister around the waist, pulled her in, and kissed her passionately right in front of his new wife. Lana smirked and just as he released Sandy, Lana did the same move and kissed her deeper; Sandy melted under the attention. Then Anton, emboldened by the others and the day, also picked her up in his strong arms and kissed her.
When he set her back down, her smile was huge, and she wobbled a little, and then said, "Wow! I'm so lucky!" She looked at each of the people in the room in turn. "I love you all. Truly."
"I love you too," the other three said at almost the same time, laughing at the chorus. They talked for a few minutes about the ceremony when a knock came at the door.
Steven opened it to Ericka on the other side, he smiled and said, "Hello, Ericka."
