Golden Change (28 page)

Abigail informed her Donald was staying with the general and Victoria, to give them privacy.

She led her through the suite to where Abigail was drawing a bath for her in her master suite. She added oils as they chatted. The bathroom filled with fragrance. Once it was full, Kylie pulled off the bathrobe she had worn up from the pool and stepped into the bath. It was a perfect temperature, not too hot or too cold. Abigail washed her hair for her, and after rinsing the suds off she put creamy conditioner in her hair. Abigail wrapped all of Kylie’s hair in a hot towel and let her head rest on the side of the tub.

When she asked about the ceremony at the pool, Kylie told her about their dilemma. Abigail looked concerned. “I know you want to be able to take both, but are you sure that is advisable?”

“I don’t know, I’m a little afraid,” Kylie admitted. “I was thinking of asking my doctor tomorrow before the ceremony.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” she agreed. She left her to rest in the tub until the water was getting a little cool.

Abigail helped Kylie out of the tub since she was covered in the oil. Kylie stepped into the shower to wash off the body oil and conditioner. When she came out of the shower, Abigail had hung a new fluffy bathrobe alongside a towel. Kylie dried off with the towel then wrapped it around her hair. Once she had the robe on, she went out to find Abigail. Abigail was sitting on her bed holding a brush.

Abigail patted Kylie’s hair dry before brushing it out.

“I never had a daughter, you know,” Abigail said. “I never really missed having a daughter until Jacob announced his wedding.”

Kylie could see their reflections in a mirror. She smiled at Abigail as their eyes met in the mirror. “Your hair is so unique,” she said as she brushed.

“Did you know Jacob sent us pictures of you when he first came to live with you?” she asked.

“No,” Kylie admitted. “I guess I really never thought about it.” Kylie was worried it was some of the pictures Aiden had taken of them in their more intimate moments. Hopefully it was of their everyday moments instead. Then she realized who she was talking with and, with a sigh of relief, realized he wouldn’t have sent her explicit pictures.

“We loved the pictures he sent. Most of them were of you, but some were of Aiden and Jacob. Some were of you playing basketball with his friends, some pictures of your home, pictures of the time you burned dinner, and in all of them, do you know what I noticed most?” she asked.

Kylie shook her head.

“I noticed there was love and laughter in all of them,” Abigail continued.

“I’m so proud of all of you, and we couldn’t be happier to welcome you to our family.” She hugged her from behind and Kylie hugged the arms Abigail had wrapped around her.

“Would your family be happy for you?” she asked hesitantly.

Kylie shook her head and felt a welling in her heart and eyes. She didn’t like to talk about her family. She didn’t want to think about the decisions they had made, which caused her to be given into slavery. It was a painful part of her past she didn’t even really understand herself. “They wouldn’t understand,” Kylie said simply.

Abigail nodded, and smiled sadly. “I’m sorry,” she offered. She continued to brush Kylie’s hair.

“Can I call you Mom?” Kylie asked her, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“I would be honored if you would call me Mom,” Abigail said softly.

A dam burst behind Kylie’s eyes and tears streamed down as she turned into her embrace. Abigail held her tight. She sobbed as floods of memories flowed through her mind. All of her hurts, all of her pain seemed to wash away until her tears lessened.

Abigail patted her on the back, murmuring words of comfort. When Kylie lifted her head from her shoulder, Abigail went over to the nightstand to get tissues for Kylie to blow her nose.

Kylie reached for them gratefully, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose. She was worn out, both by the day’s events, but more so from the maelstroms of emotions she had spent.

“Why don’t you go to sleep now, sweetheart?” Abigail suggested. Kylie turned back the covers. Kylie slipped off her robe before slipping under the covers. She heard Abigail leave her room for her own bedroom.

Kylie woke in the middle of the night confused as to where she was. It took her a few seconds to remember. She tried to go back to sleep, but after a half an hour, gave up.

Kylie slipped out of bed and shrugged into her robe, tying it together in the front. She walked to their room only to realize Aiden and Jacob were still out. After all her emotions had been spent earlier this evening, she really wanted to see them.

Kylie padded down barefoot to the elevator. When she got in, she realized how crappy she looked. Her hair had dried funky and was sticking up in the back with wild tangles. Her eyes were rimmed with red and, come to think of it, her whole face was red and blotchy.

The man at the concierge looked surprised at her appearance but then his face smoothed back to neutral and asked if he could help her.

“Is the restaurant still open?” Kylie asked.

“No, but the bar in the courtyard is,” he answered. He looked concerned as he peered over his shoulder. Kylie could see a group of people who were talking and laughing over loud music beating in the background.

“Would you like me to go and fetch Aiden or Jacob?” he asked.

“No,” she said hesitantly, “I’ll go.” Of course he would know who I am, she thought to herself.

As she approached the party in progress, she noticed the courtyard was filled with men and women. All of the women seemed to be undressed and more than a few men were as well. They didn’t notice her at first, but as soon as they did, they all fell silent.

Her stomach was getting heavy as she searched for Aiden and Jacob, but as soon as she saw them, her spirits lifted. They weren’t frolicking naked. She wasn’t expecting them to, but with the strange, quiet looks people were giving her, she thought maybe they knew something she didn’t.

They both saw her at the same time and gave her a shocked look as she approached. “What happened?” Jacob asked. “Are you okay?” Aiden asked at the same time.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I wanted to be with you,” Kylie said.

Kylie was still puzzling over everyone’s reactions until she remembered her crazy hair and blotchy face.

“Shall we go up to our room?” Jacob asked.

Kylie nodded, looking around at the group all staring at them.

“See you all tomorrow,” Aiden called as he swung her up and into his arms.

The crowd called out drunk and rude comments as they left, making catcall whistles and smooching sounds. “Juveniles,” was all Aiden said as a commentary on their behavior.

Kylie had no idea what time it was, but in the elevator Jacob said, “It’s a good thing you came when you did, Kylie, otherwise we might have had to stay up all night.” He yawned loudly.

* * * *

A phone jingling woke them. It was Jacob’s and he picked it out of the pants he had worn last night and answered groggily, “Hello?”

“She came here last night,” he said. It must be his mom, Kylie thought to herself.

“She’ll be right over.” He pushed the button disconnecting the call. “Mom wants you over right now to get ready for the wedding.”

Kylie sat up slowly. Aiden’s eyes were open, but he hadn’t moved.

“Will I see you before the wedding?” she asked.

Aiden shook his head. “Nope, better make the kiss last until I see you again.” Kylie leaned over, plastering her body to his, kissing him and opening her mouth for his tongue. When she finally pulled away, he was hard, but resigned to not spilling any gold before the wedding. Jacob was still standing by the bed, so she crawled over and up his body for a hot kiss from him as well.

When she pulled away, she reminded them they couldn’t do anything without her either. “Go see what color you are, sweet,” Aiden instructed. He got up and followed her into the bathroom to see the color. Jacob watched as well.

“Pink,” she proclaimed.

“Bring me the pink bottle,” Aiden instructed.

“We can’t have sex,” she reminded him.

“I know, but I want us to take care of you today, keep you healthy,” he explained.

* * * *

It was half an hour before Kylie finally stepped out of the door. She was feeling great. She was wearing her fluffy robe and her bunny slippers she had brought from home.

Kylie knocked on Abigail’s door, and as the door opened, she saw Victoria and Amanda waiting for her. She greeted them each with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “I found Amanda down in the lobby,” Victoria explained. “Abigail told me all about the ceremony needs, so I had them call me when Amanda arrived.”

“What needs are those?” Amanda asked. She was standing straight, using her no-nonsense approach. Immediately she was there as her doctor and not her friend.

Kylie explained how she was supposedly fertile, wanted to get pregnant, but didn’t know if it would be possible to take two cocks at once.

Amanda appeared to be thinking hard. “Are you sure about both things? You definitely are ready to get pregnant today and you want to fit both in you at the same time?” she asked.

“I do,” Kylie said fervently.

“Is it possible?” Abigail asked.

Amanda nodded slowly. “The only thing I can think of that might work is to give you a medicine that I use before labor. It will help your muscles relax and most likely you will be able to take them without damage.”

Kylie smiled. “I’ll do it.”

“Let me think about the dosage while you get ready,” Amanda said, already lost in thought.

Victoria and Abigail helped Kylie after she had showered to make sure her gold oil was spread evenly. They both
tsk
ed over the shave burns the men had given her this morning, but promised the red would fade. They fussed over her hair, helping her dry then curl her hair. She had a manicure and pedicure yesterday morning so her nails were in perfect shape. Her stomach was so fluttery and nervous she couldn’t eat more than a few bites.

Amanda said Kylie would need to eat something, otherwise the medicine might make her even more nauseous. She picked at a pastry and some fruit.

She was becoming nervous and wasn’t sure what she was going to do until the wedding. She paced a bit until Amanda suggested she give her a massage. Amanda instructed her to lay facedown on the bed. She gave her a very relaxing massage, only didn’t do her face or head so she wouldn’t mess it up.

Kylie dozed until Victoria knocked on the door. She said the photographer was ready.

“What photographer?” Kylie asked.

“For the wedding,” Victoria explained. If she was the kind of woman who would roll her eyes, she would have. “I called him and asked if he could show up early.”

Kylie stood up and stretched.

“It occurred to me if you take the medicine after the ceremony but before your reception you might not be in any condition to take photos,” she explained. “Jacob and Aiden didn’t care since they only have to shower before the wedding anyway.”

Victoria helped Kylie into her wedding gown. Frank had put a rush on her gown once he found out the theme of the wedding. The sheer fabric was pale gold, and silver-and-copper flowers made of lace had been sewn onto the fabric. The style was her now-fashionable, form-fitting bodice and torso. The split up the center was even more pronounced than usual, though lace covered her pussy lips.

They left the room to escort her to the temple. When they entered the temple, she saw Aiden and Jacob talking to a man with a camera at the front. They were both wearing their “here’s my penis” pants, Kylie thought to herself with a smile.

Kylie realized they were somewhat in the shadows in the back of the temple. She stepped out into the light of the temple and began walking up the aisle.

The photographer saw her first and shouted, “Wait!” holding up his hand. He ran up the aisle towards her. Jacob and Aiden had turned too. Aiden’s face had been in deep concentration that softened into a slow smile as he took her in. Jacob’s face lit up in a huge grin when he looked at her. Kylie felt a rush of love and adoration for these two very different men as she looked at them watching her.

When the photographer reached her, he looked over her shoulder to Victoria and Abigail. “Do you have the flowers?”

“I do,” Abigail said as she walked forward holding a beautiful bouquet. The flowers were rose shaped, but were gold, silver, and copper in color. She put them in her hands, kissing her cheek as she did so. Kylie heard a click and knew he had taken a picture.

The photographer began taking pictures of her from every angle, asking her to smile widely or softly as he kept snapping photos. He even stood on a pew to get a picture from a high angle and lay on the floor to get a low one. It was a little embarrassing when he asked her to stand with her legs spread slightly as he took pictures from the floor. Kylie felt her whole body blush.

Kylie looked up to see Aiden and Jacob smiling at her embarrassment. They were both half-hard. Their cocks were starting to strain their pants. When the photographer saw her wide smile at Jacob and Aiden, he followed her line of sight to the men. He got up, hurrying toward them. Now they looked uncomfortable as he snapped picture after picture of them. When he had gotten them together and separate from every angle he motioned an assistant forward.