Bens Wedding

One month later is the wedding of Ben and Brina. For the occasion, I have to wear the blue dress that all married Quiver women wear at weddings; it heavily emphasizes both the pregnant belly and the enlarged breasts. Adam wears his dark suit along with a hat. That is how we drive to the church.

The ceremony and the celebration are similar to ours. Cynthia sits somewhat slumped at the edge of the church pew. Afterward, I grab my little sister.

"Why are you so withdrawn today?"

"It’s mainly for two reasons. On one hand, there is still the shame of having been whipped naked in front of absolutely everyone here—and that Eliah was the one who had to do it. By the way, he hasn't spared me a single glance since then; he probably doesn't want to give me another opportunity to step out of line.

And on the other hand, there is the realization that I am the next one from our family in barely a year—and that Eliah will then take me, fuck me, and get me pregnant."

"But that is actually what you want. Isn't it?"

"Well, yes, I always imagined it would be good and hot, but the realization that it isn't that far off anymore is strange. Until now, I could always say, 'Ben is next.' But now, it’s me."

"You will like it, I'm sure of it. Don't worry, and don't let yourself be punished again."

"That certainly won't happen anymore. I've learned my lesson."

This time, it was Adam’s and my task to bring Daniela and Edith home with the little ones. Afterward, however, we went straight back to our place.