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  Callie Marries Four Brothers

  Nikki Palmer

  Cover Art by Shaina Richmond

  Copyright 2011 by Nikki Palmer

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  This is a complete re-working of a story previously published as Callie Marries the Brothers. Callie lives in a society where most women have been killed by disease. She is required to marry four brothers the day she turns 18. Will she be able to adjust to this lifestyle?

  All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This book is intended for mature readers, only.

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  Callie sat nervously chewing on the end of her pen during her history class. Tomorrow was the big day. She’d be marrying the four Simpson brothers. She’d also be turning eighteen. Of course, the fact that she’d be a year older was going to be totally eclipsed by the wedding. And, of course, the wedding night.

  “Miss Jones? Are we disturbing your thoughts?” Mr. Stein’s voice cut into her musings.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” She jerked her head up and tried to concentrate.

  He stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong. She was usually his most attentive student. “Tomorrow’s your birthday, isn’t it Callie?”

  She nodded, looking down at her desk. Everyone in the room knew what it meant when a girl had a birthday during her senior year of high school. It meant she was taking the day off, and coming back a married woman.

  There were only fifteen girls in Callie’s graduating class of sixty. It was September, and she was the first to turn eighteen, thus the first to marry.

  “Well, I certainly understand pre-wedding jitters. Would you like a pass to go speak to the counselor?” he asked kindly.

  If the counselor had been a woman, Callie may have agreed to that. Instead she shook her head and said, “No, thank you. I don’t want to miss class.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll make sure I record tomorrow’s lecture for you so you won’t miss anything on the test.” He wrote himself a note to that effect.

  “I appreciate that, sir.” Of course, the history lecture she’d miss would be far from her mind tomorrow.

  She did her best to concentrate on her note-taking for the rest of the class, glad that she had lunch next and could talk to her best friend. Jocelyn always knew the right things to say when she was nervous.

  When the bell rang, she gathered up her things and walked through the halls to the cafeteria. She didn’t speak to anyone on her way, totally caught up in her thoughts and worried about the following day. She walked through the cafeteria line and thanked the worker when he handed her the tray with her food on it.

  As soon as she left the line, her eyes scanned through the crowd until she found her friend. She walked to the table and collapsed beside her. “Are you nervous?”

  Callie held up her hand which was visibly shaking. “I wish you could take off school to be there for the wedding,” she said.

  “I know. My dad said it was absolutely out of the question. I’ll be missing next month for my own, and he doesn’t want me to get behind.”

  Callie made a face. “It’s not like we’re allowed to do anything with our education. But I do understand.” She squeezed her friend’s hand. “I wish you could be there anyway.”

  Jocelyn smiled. “We’re doing the big bachelorette send-off at Gabe’s at six tonight.” Gabe’s was the local hang-out. They offered their venue for half price for all of the bachelor parties in the area. It was one of the perks of the New Way.

  “All the girls are coming?” Jocelyn nodded. It was customary for every girl in the class to be at the party. “Even Jasmine?” Callie insisted.

  Jocelyn nodded. “I had to invite her, and she sent an RSVP saying yes.”

  Jasmine had been Callie’s nemesis since kindergarten. She’d always lorded it over her that she was the only kid with a living mother in the whole class. She’d only gotten worse over the years.

  Callie sighed. “Just keep her away from me.” She didn’t need to deal with Jasmine and pre-wedding jitters.

  “I will. I talked to a bunch of the other girls she’s been mean to as well, and we’re all going to work at keeping her as far from you as we can.”

  “Thanks. You’re the best friend a girl could have!”

  “So….how nervous are you about tomorrow night?”

  Callie blushed. “Really nervous. I mean, Daniel is the only one of the brothers that I really know, and I have to have sex with all four tomorrow night.” If it could just be Daniel tomorrow, and then the others one per night after, that would work out better for her.

  “I know. I’m really fortunate that I know all five of the men I’m marrying next month. They’ve been courting me for two years.”

  “Yeah, I wished the Simpsons had taken the time to do that. Daniel comes around every Saturday night, and we talk, but I’ve never even kissed him. The only man I’ve ever kissed is my father, and that doesn’t count!” She wished now that she’d taken the initiative to kiss Daniel. At least then she wouldn’t feel so totally lost now.

  “I know. I love that they each come over one by one, and take me out. I’ve had great make-out sessions with all of them,” she said with a grin.

  “I think they all know I’m too shy for that. I do good to hold Daniel’s hand when he comes over.”

  “You know that you’re going to have to give me every detail on Thursday!”

  Callie blushed again. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to talk about it.” She’d try, though. It was her duty as the oldest girl in her graduating class.

  “You have to! It’s not like I have a mother to talk to me about it. At least your aunt answered all of your questions for you.”

  “I was really fortunate that she lived through the Pandemic,” Callie agreed.

  That chatted through the rest of their brief lunch period about Jocelyn’s plans for the party.

  *****

  It was a fun evening. Callie enjoyed having the other girls gathering around her, talking about how exciting it was that she was going to be married in less than twenty-four hours.

  In a perfect world, Callie would have gone off to college the following year, because she wanted to be a teacher more than anything. Of course, women were forbidden to work, instead they stayed home and cooked and cleaned, and had as many children as possible. The world was totally different than it had been just a generation ago.

  On the positive side, women were now in charge of their homes, and ruled them with an iron fist. As long as she followed the laws regarding conjugal rights, she could expect all of her orders to be obeyed by her husbands.

  Jasmine made her way over to Callie half-way through the party. She flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder. “I’m sure you’re nervous. Too bad you don’t have a mother to talk to you about the proper way to behave on your wedding night.”

  Callie smiled sweetly. “My aunt has had several long talks with me about it, but I appreciate your concern.”

  Jasmine shrugged. “I’m glad I’m not marrying anyone like the Simpson brothers. They all work with their hands, you know.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with having strong hands touch
ing my body every night.”

  Jasmine rolled her eyes and walked away obviously convinced that Callie wasn’t going to rise to the bait tonight.

  Jocelyn came out of the restroom just as Jasmine left. “What did she say?”

  Callie shrugged. “Nothing important.”

  Jocelyn squeezed her hand and they started in on the snacks provided for the party. One by one the other girls in their class came over and hugged Callie and wished her luck in her marriage. Most of them were just as nervous as Callie as it got closer and closer to their own wedding days.

  One particular girl, Maisy, clung to Callie for a moment. “My birthday is next week. I’ve only met my marriage group once,” she confessed. Maisy was new to their school, and hadn’t had a chance to make friends yet.

  Callie sighed. “I’m sorry! We’ll talk after on Thursday when I get back to school if you want.” She hated to offer to talk about intimate details, but knew that Maisy would need the information. There were so few mother-figures left that it was hard for all the girls.

  Maisy sagged with relief. “Thank you. May I join you and Jocelyn for lunch?”

  “Anytime,” Callie promised. From what she’d seen of previous school years, the married girls all tended to stick together anyway.

  “Thanks!”

  Callie watched her walk off, thinking again how fortunate she was to have been chosen to marry the Simpson brothers.

  *****

  Callie was being prepared for her wedding. Since the Overwhelming Pandemic had ravaged the world, it was necessary for all women to marry as soon as they turned eighteen. Callie had always been exceedingly shy. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t be marrying for at least another year, but choices were for a time when the human race wasn’t in danger of dying out.

  The Overwhelming Pandemic had wiped out nine out of ten women and girls worldwide. With the lack of women of child-bearing age, there was a requirement for all women to marry young. Some countries forced marriage at the age of sixteen, and even younger, but thankfully, the United States had maintained a strict policy of eighteen. Only women who were ill in some way made it to the age of eighteen and one day without being married.

  Callie was a healthy girl with red hair and green eyes. She was 5’2” and a little heavier than she would have liked, but her husbands wouldn’t complain. As long as they had someone to warm their beds every night, and bear children for their clan, they would be thrilled. Her hair was brushed to perfection.

  Callie had been assigned to a group of four brothers. No woman was allowed to marry less than three men. Boys had taken to forming groups, usually groups of brothers or cousins, to share wives. The brother group that she had been assigned were 26, 24, 22 and 19.

  She was friends with Daniel, the youngest brother. She had secretly been in love with him even before she’d found out he was part of her marriage clan. She barely knew Jason, the 22 year old, and Nathaniel, the 24 year old. She had only met the oldest William once, but that didn’t matter. She was to marry them all that day, and she would be required to grant them their conjugal rights that night.

  Her dress was a long traditional white gown. Her veil was fixed by her Aunt Beth, who was the sole remaining female in their family other than Callie. She had raised Callie and her brother along with her own sons. Aunt Beth had lost her twin daughters to the Pandemic and it had left her, along with most other women who were of child-bearing years at the time, sterile.

  Callie didn’t have any memories of the Pandemic because she was only three when it hit. She had dozens of holograms of herself with her mother that she loved to stare at, but no real memories of the beautiful woman in the holograms. She would have given anything to have her mother there with her on her wedding day.

  She left the room at the back of the church to wait for her cue to walk down the aisle. She smiled at her father. She knew that he feared for her, although there was really no need. One good thing about the New Way was that women were treated as precious objects. There was no danger of her being abused because she would be taken from her husbands and given to a new clan. The waiting list was too long for any men to be willing to give up their wife.

  The crowd of waiting men sounded excited. She knew that most women today did not go to their husband’s pure, but she was. She was nervous, knowing that tonight would be her first night with her husbands. She would have preferred the old fashioned way of one woman with one man. That wasn’t an option anymore, though.

  The music started and she and her father received their cue to slowly walk down the aisle. Her four husbands-to-be stood at the front of the church. Each had a huge smile on his face. The walk seemed to take hours to Callie when, in reality, it only took about a minute. Finally, she stood at the front and her father kissed her cheek.

  “Who gives this woman in marriage?” the priest asked.

  “I do,” her father responded in a loud voice.

  She took her place with two of the brothers on either side of her. She quietly stood while the priest gave the typical wedding sermon. He went on and on about how it was each woman’s duty to produce children, and each man’s duty to make sure that the wife of their family was treated with respect and love at all times.

  “Do you, the Simpson Brothers, take Callista Jones to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor and cherish her? To produce as many children as possible? To keep her for your entire lives?”

  As one the brothers answered, “We do.”

  “Do you Callista, take the four Simpson Brothers to be your lawfully wedded husbands? To love, honor and rule your family with love? To provide each of your husbands with steady intercourse and to bear as many children as possible for the duration of your life?”

  Callie swallowed hard. “I do.”

  The priest smiled and nodded. “By the power vested in me by the church and by the State of Texas, I now pronounce you men and wife. You may kiss your husbands.”

  Callie turned and kissed each brother in the order of their ages. Each was a simple light kiss, as befitted a church wedding, and afterwards she turned to the crowd.

  With two of the brothers on either side of her, she walked to the back of the church amidst well wishes. When she reached the back, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her raging nerves. William slipped an arm around her and pulled her to his side. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s all going to be fine. The reception should be fun, and we’ll be careful with you tonight.”

  She nodded, blushing at the reminder of the wedding night. She wished she could have put the wedding off for just the seven months until she graduated, but law was law.

  They went into the reception hall together, but she held the arms of the oldest two, William and Nathaniel. It was tradition that, at least for the reception, she favored them over the younger brothers, because they had waited the longest to receive a wife.

  The five of them sat together at the head table and were served their meals. The chef for their community was excellent, and they enjoyed their meal. Callie found it impossible to meet the eyes of her new husbands and continually looked down as she ate.

  They cut the wedding cake, and she fed a bite to each of her husbands and they fed her. Each bite she ate from their fingers tasted like sawdust. Daniel, in a bid to make her laugh, swiped a bit of icing across her nose. She did giggle a bit then. She knew it was her first genuine smile of the day and she was thankful to him for it.

  Afterward, she danced first with William, and then went through the other brothers in order. She was almost relieved when Jason passed her off to Daniel. She went into Daniel’s arms easily. Daniel was a year ahead of her in school, and she’d known for the past five years she would be matched with him and his brothers. Daniel held her tightly. “I’m glad that we got you for our wife, Callie.”

  She smiled at him shyly. “I’m glad I got you, too, Daniel. You’ve always been a good friend to me. It’s your brothers who make me nervous,” she admitted. Her gaze went automatically to h
er three other husbands all standing together talking.

  “Well, I’ve talked to my brothers and they’ve agreed that once we’re home, we can dispense with tradition. They’re going to allow me to take you first, and then they’ll go in descending order after that. And your first claiming will be in private. You’ll still have to receive each of us tonight, but you’ll at least lose your virginity privately, and to someone you’re comfortable with.”

  She sighed in relief. “That will help. Thank you, Daniel. I appreciate you thinking about that.”

  “We all understand how scared and nervous you are, Callie. Twenty years ago, you’d be getting ready for homecoming, and instead you’re getting ready for your first time with four men. It’s a hard time to live in. We talked about me being the only one to be with you tonight, but the others have all waited so long that they said that was going too far,” he told her apologetically.

  “I understand,” she whispered. “It wouldn’t be fair to any of you for me to make you wait. It’s my duty to accommodate all of you and do my best to get pregnant.”

  He nodded. “It is. We’ll treat you like a queen, though, Callie. I promise you that.”

  She smiled up at him. “I know you will.”

  After the dance, she gave each of her new husbands the obligatory kiss in age order as required. William swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He gently tangled his tongue with hers. Nathaniel bent her over his arm and kissed her dramatically to the excitement of the others present. Callie blushed when he returned her to her feet and handed her off to Jason.

  Jason pulled her tightly against him and caressed her cheek, kissing her sweetly. Daniel gave her a quick peck on the lips, trying to spare her embarrassment.

  She could easily see that Daniel would be her favorite husband, although it wasn’t really right to have favorites. He just seemed as if he would be the most in tune with her needs.

  They led her to the limo that was waiting outside and she piled into the back with the men. The drive to their house only took five minutes. Callie would have preferred walking it, but her opinion hadn’t been asked. They were probably trying to give her the best wedding experience they possibly could, and she certainly couldn’t fault them for it.