Kevin, Jennifer, and Kimmi have fun together for the next few hours

(originally posted by Ambrose-Euanthe)

Jennifer wrapped Kimmi in a fast, tight hug, and pressed their lips together. More than a peck, but much, much less than a kiss that would lead to lovemaking. Lips parted, just the tiniest amount, but no tongue.

"How're you holding up, Kimmi sweetie?" Jennifer asked, gazing concernedly into Kimmi's eyes.

"F-fine, Mrs Jones," Kimmi stammers. "Just fine. I mean," Kimmi stammers, "I know I've been your concubine for awhile, now, ever since..." she trails off. "But I also know that that wasn't the case a few minutes ago. It changed... it's always been that way, because God willed it so. Is it... is it something one of you wished for? Or is it something Jason just... did?"

"I," Jennifer said, then sighed. "Your parents were pretty angry about... everything. So Kevin-" she paused, smiled wryly. "Kevin 'W'-worded that you could stay here and not worry about things. Then Jason - God - made you our concubine. I think..." she trailed, "I think he made a lot of women concubines. He said they were being rewarded - and were rewards. I don't know if we caused that, or if..." Jennifer quietened. "You are happy, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Kimmi blurts. "Yes, absolutely." She pauses. "I mean, I'm not worrying about anything or anything."

Jennifer shivered. Of course, Kevin had wished for Kimmi to live with them, and not to worry about anything - and James, God, had granted that wish. So of course, she wasn't worrying about anything. Probably she couldn't. She was our concubine, our daughter's best friend was our concubine... and she couldn't even worry about it.

Besides... Kimmi's divinely enhanced body, despite the dominatrix-y boots and latex... well, the bulk of her breasts, and the black pleather collar with her mildly-sexy slutty name and the little star that marked her as our concubine, and the ring through the center of her nose... it all pointed to cowgirl, and not the fiesty kind who rode ponies. The kind who was ridden - and milked. Even for a mostly-straight married lady with two children and a newly-killer body of her own it was... tempting.

"I mean, I always envied Annabelle," her brow furrowed, strangely. "Annie," she continued, "I always envied Annie, well," she blushed, "the two of you. I wanted to be her sister so you'd be my parents. Then," now she was looking down, intently studying her boots, "well, I realised that that couldn't happen, and Annie... well, I'm not like that, but I might've had a little crush on her, because if we..." she shuffled, "well, if we were together then it would be like you were my parents in truth, you know?"

If they'd gotten married, she meant. Basically. I shared a swift, worried look with Kevin. Did we just steal our daughter's girlfriend? It asked. And what will their relationship be like now that she's our concubine?

Naturally, Kimmi wasn't worrying about it.

"Now the two of you are just, well," she blushed, "I guess I would've said 'yes' before, but now it's 'God, yes!" You know?" She continued. "I really like that you both care about me enough to," she shrugs, "but I wish you'd wished for me because you wanted me."