Chapter 29
A week had passed since Kate and Nastya had received the news of the younger girl's pregnancy. Kate's state had improved, her sudden waves of nausea under control thanks to Gretchen's invaluable advice, the oldest Janeway woman knowing quite a few tricks, having been pregnant twice herself before.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the weather fitting the day's name, Sunday perfectly. On this beautiful day, both Kate and Nastya, as well as Beverly and Dee would tie the knot, at long last. Both couples were brimming with nervosity.
Gretchen Janeway fussed around her eldest daughter who was wearing the same dress the older woman had worn back then to her own wedding to Edward.
The resolute mother had tears in her eyes, the sight of her darling daughter dressed in this gown, her red hair framing her face, falling down her back in luscious curls, her elegant lips highlighted with lipstick, the color of which matched that of her hair perfectly.
Gretchen found her daughter was glowing today. A bright smile graced the young woman's face, her blue eyes were sparkling.
Kate muttered. “I'm so happy, ma! Is it normal that I can't stop grinning? My cheeks kinda hurt already...”
Gretchen chuckled, amused by her daughter's statement, telling her gently. “I very well remember that feeling, Katie. It was the same for me back then when I got married to Eddie. I felt so happy, was overflowin' with joy, much as if I'd burst anytime as if I could hug the whole the world.”
Kate nodded, giggling. “I'm glad I'm not the only person who feels that way on their wedding day. I'd been convinced it must be due to the pregnancy, the hormonal changes.”
Gretchen smiled gently. “Believe me, sweetie, it's perfectly normal to feel this way. It proves that you're getting married to the right person.
Not that I would've ever doubted for one second that Nastya is the right one for you, but I'm very happy, relieved to know our gut feelin' didn't betray us.”
Kate nodded, chuckling. “Heavens forbid I'd be getting married to the wrong person...”
The young woman inhaled deeply, her mother asking. “Are you ready, Katie?”
Kate nodded firmly. “I am, ma. Let's go.”
It had previously been agreed that Nastya and Dee would be getting ready in their trailers while Kate and Beverly would do so back at the farm.
Kate had felt a mixture of relief and a jab of jealousy when her little sister had declared she'd help Dee get ready, the two had grown quite close together, both her and Natascha having spent lots of time with the brunette these past few weeks, Dee teaching them lots of mysterious tricks.
Kate was still convinced that the two young girls were plotting something, but sincerely hoped her gut feeling was wrong this once. As they stepped outside they were greeted by what appeared to be a handsome stranger in a suit. Kate frowned, squinting her eyes.
Only upon closer inspection did she realize that standing before them was by no means a stranger.
The young woman blurted out incredulously. “Aunt Beverly! You look so handsome!”
The ginger-haired woman had the courtesy to blush, rubbing her nape sheepishly. “Thank you, Katie. You look gorgeous! Nastya is a very lucky young woman getting married to you. Right, Greta?”
Gretchen Janeway smiled proudly, nodding in agreement. “Absolutely, Bev. I couldn't agree more. Had I not seen you in this attire before you could've fooled me into thinking you were a handsome stranger.
Dee is a very lucky young woman as well getting married to you, baby sis.”
Beverly puffed her cheeks, rolling her eyes. “How dare you still call me baby sis, hu? I'm getting married today. Don't you think it's time we moved past this and you should address me in a less embarrassing manner?”
Both Gretchen and Kate chuckled, mother and daughter exchanging a knowing look before the former stated affectionately. “To me, you'll always be my baby sister, Beverly.
No matter how old you might be, whether you're married, a mother, heck even a grandma, you'll always be my little sis who I love to the moon and back. Some things never change and that's one of them.”
Beverly nodded, suspiciously wiping at her eyes. “Mhm. Fair enough, big sis.”
Edward sat in the horse carriage awaiting the trio, looking fetching in his best Sunday suit with a top hat on his head, his typically unruly hair neatly combed, a beaming smile brightening his gentle face which merely brightened at the sight of his beloved oldest daughter.
He exclaimed jovially. “I think the day finally has arrived that I should refer to our oldest daughter by her given name. You have grown up so much these past few months alone, Katie.
Your mother and I are so very proud of you and you look breathtaking today. Nastya can count herself very lucky getting married to you.”
Kate had tears brimming in her eyes, quickly hugging her beloved father, muttering. “Thank you, pa! That's very considerate of you, but I insist you continue calling me with the nickname you invented for me.
It would feel wrong if you'd stop doing so simply because I'm getting married today.”
Edward Janeway smiled, gently caressing his daughter's back, chuckling light-heartedly. “Phew, that's a relief! I'm not sure if I would've been able to suddenly have to refer to you with your given name all the time, pumpkin.”
Kate chuckled, touched by her father's words, confessing to him. “Same here. It would've been awkward, weird if you suddenly would've always called me Kate.”
The young girl got into the carriage where her mother and aunt were already awaiting her.
Gretchen smiled knowingly. “Did pa and you have father-daughter talk to do, Katie?”
Kate smiled sheepishly, stating ominously. “Perhaps, perhaps not.”
Both Gretchen and Beverly snickered, the younger sister telling the older. “That's what you get for asking inappropriate questions, Greta.”
Gretchen rolled her eyes, stating playfully. “My Katie has developed quite the mischievous streak ever since having found the love of her life.”
Kate found her thoughts drift off, wondering how her soon-to-be spouse might look like.
The young woman absently caressed her slightly rounded belly, pictures of Nastya dressed in her disguise as Nikolai flitting before her mind's eye and she had a hard time suppressing a blush.
Beverly and Gretchen who were busy chatting were blissfully unaware of the youngest woman's predicament.
Kate inwardly cursed her traitorous body, her core throbbing at the mental imagery that kept persistently invading her thoughts, Nastya dressed in a suit was quite a sight to behold indeed.
'Must be those damned hormones. Gods, this is embarrassing. Get your act together, Katie. Can't be too hard waiting until tonight, now can it?'
She knew that it could very well be hard, but Kate was a Janeway, and as that she was stubborn, possessing a resolve of steel and an iron will which would ideally allow her to hold out until Nastya and she would be by themselves in their bedroom.
They had reached the chapel, at last, Kate snapped out of her daze by the feeling of the carriage stop, carefully getting out of the vehicle, making sure not to muss up her dress while doing so.
A flash of memories rushed back to the young woman as she walked along the path under the shade of trees she'd walked along her beloved that day, the older woman had told the younger the tragic story of her past while they'd sat on a bench in the shade of a tree right here.
Kate fended off the painful thought of her lover's tragic past.
Her father linked his arm with hers, smiling encouragingly at her. “Ready, pumpkin?”
Kate returned the smile in kind, nodding. “As I'll ever be.”
They entered the chapel together, oohs and aahs filling the small chapel as they walked along the aisle towards the altar.
Kate's breath caught at the sight of her fiancée who was dressed in a white suit that matched her dress perfectly and was quite the eye-catcher, standing in stark contrast to the traditional black ones men typically wore on their wedding in this country.
'Gods, how did I ever luck out to find this deity as my spouse?'
The answer was simple. Some things were simply meant to be and that was one of those things.
Nastya swallowed, a knot sitting almost painfully in the back of her throat, her eyes brimming with hot tears, her heart fluttering furiously.
The young woman couldn't believe how lucky she was.
'This by far is the happiest day of my life thus far. The day Kate's pregnancy was announced to us comes as a very close second place. Then again, that is incorrect. I believe those two are sharing the first place.'
Kate looked much like a vision, a celestial being in the blonde's eyes, almost appearing to be floating over to her rather than merely walking. Edward Janeway rightfully beamed with pride, walking his daughter down the aisle.
Nastya bit her lip, forcing down the wave of arousal that washed over her once her beloved stood in front of her, facing her, the younger woman appearing as if she was glowing, her cheeks rosy, standing in stark contrast to her otherwise pale complexion, her lips an alluring burgundy.
The taller woman swallowed.
'Is she wearing lipstick? I had not deemed it possible for her to look any more alluring than she typically does, but this color is truly becoming on her. It makes it all the harder suppressing the urge to kiss her 'as if there would be no tomorrow.'
And that scent. She is aroused as well, is she not?'
Nastya had a hard time not allowing a highly inappropriate sound slip her lips. The young woman was beyond glad when the priest finally started the wedding ceremony.
Nastya had a hard time maintaining her focus and not missing the crucial moments, the exchanging of rings, and, most importantly the long-expected, desired kiss.
The rings fit perfectly, all four women smiling brightly. Dee and Beverly much like the younger couple only had eyes for each other, both looking stunning in their respective outfits.
The brunette had been delighted to see her fiancée dressed in the typical black wedding suit, hair tied back in a knot, showing off her prominent features.
Dee herself was wearing a white wedding dress much like Kate's except that it was a newer model, the brunette having bought it while they'd been in Dublin, her dark curls were neatly woven into a complex appearing updo, golden earrings, a relict from her home country Greece dangling from her ears.
Both pairs were beyond relieved once the priest finally told the 'husbands' they were allowed to kiss their brides.
Kate had a hard time suppressing an eagered whimper as Nastya claimed her lips passionately, possessively, gently caressing her cheeks, wiping away the tears the younger had shed during the ceremony.
Beverly kissed her newlywed wife in a very similar fashion. Both couples parted very reluctantly, having a hard time not stumbling during their way back down the aisle.
They barely registered the cheers and applause accompanying them on their walk. Phoebe and Natascha skipped to the younger couple's side, each grabbing the free hand of her older sister.
Phoebe gushed. “Katie, you look so gorgeous! That ceremony was so dreamy! I wanna have a wedding just like that one day!”
Kate snapped out of her inner musings, blinking rapidly once her little sister's words had sunk in, asking incredulously. “Since when do you consider getting married in the future, Phoebe Janeway?”
The younger redhead blushed, averting her gaze shyly, muttering embarrassingly. “Maybe I'm slowly growing up, Katie...”
That statement merely made the older Janeway sister's suspicions grow.
She asked sternly. “Are you keeping secrets, Phoebe Janeway?”
Nastya who couldn't help overhear the conversation between the sisters felt as if she sat on the edge of a figurative seat, waiting in anticipation the nature of which completely eluded her for the younger Janeway's response.
Phoebe shook her head, answering not at all convincingly. “No, I'm not, Katie. What makes you say that?”
Kate rolled her eyes and Nastya had a hard time not to growl, fully aware Natascha who was very much innocent was walking right next to her. “Your highly suspicious behavior and evasive answers for one...”
Nastya couldn't agree more.
The blonde was stunned when her sister asked softly next to her. “Nastya, would you mind if I told you that I had a special person?”
The older girl coughed, asking incredulously. “What are you talking about, Tascha?”
The young girl blushed softly, averting her gaze. “Nothing, Nastya. Forget I asked...”
Nastya sighed softly, telling the small girl. “I am afraid I can not do that, Tascha. Please be honest with me. Did we not agree not to keep secrets from each other?”
The young girl bit her lip, muttering shyly, cheeks turning crimson. “Phoebe and I... like each other a lot and ehm... she has asked me if I would agree to be her girlfriend.
So far I have not given her an answer, wanting to ask your permission first. Please say yes, Nastya. I care for her, a lot and I know that the feeling is mutual.”
Nastya stared at her little sister completely dumbfounded, eyes wide, gaping, her face as white as freshly fallen snow. Kate currently wore a very similar expression, her baby sister just having confessed to having asked Natascha to become her girlfriend earlier.
It was plain to see to both older girls that their little sisters as young they might still be clearly cared for each other a lot and so long as they would keep things light neither Kate nor Nastya saw any reason why they should stand in the way of their happiness.
Two simultaneous joyful squeals could be heard as both older girls told the younger ones that yes, they had their permission to go out with each other officially, so long as they would act according to their still young age to which both younger girls immediately agreed.
Kate and Nastya smiled at the sheer adorable sight of the younger girls hugging each other, jumping around in glee, giggling happily.
Nastya muttered. “It appears we have made the right decision.”
Kate nodded, smiling softly. “It certainly does. I've hardly ever seen my little sister this happy in her life. I'm very happy for them.”
Nastya agreed. “As am I. They truly seem to have found each other.”
Kate chuckled, stating playfully. “Natascha seems to be a very positive influence if Phoebe's change in behavior is any indication. Her mood has much improved ever since your little sister has entered her life.”
Nastya and Kate told the others they'd be walking back home, both eager to have some time to themselves, not having gotten any time to just the two of them the whole day so far.
Their families were very understanding, telling them to take their time, that they'd wait with lunch for them.
Hearing that, Kate asked the older girl. “I was wondering, would you agree to go to fairy cottage?”
Nastya smiled softly, inclining her head. “I would like that, Kate. It is a special place that was in a way crucial to us becoming lovers.”
Kate nodded, blushing softly. “Yes, it is. We almost shared our first kiss there that time and I learned that you liked girls as well.”
Nastya smirked. “Indeed. I also learned that you liked girls as well that night. To be honest with you, I am still astonished a girl as beautiful as you prefers peaches...”
Kate's cheeks turned bright red, swatting her lover lightly. “Nastya!” Her voice turned lower, dark with desire. “Do you want me to show you just how much I love 'peaches', specifically yours, hu?”
Now it was the older girl's turn to blush.
Nastya muttered. “As tempting that offer is... I am afraid we will have to wait until tonight for that, my love.”
Kate sighed, puffing her cheeks preciously. “Guess you're right. That sucks. You know how I'm typically a sucker for rules and all that, but this specific rule's plain stupid and unnecessary!”
Nastya chuckled sensually, left brow raised. “I am surprised you agree with me there, Kate.”
Kate rolled her eyes and before she knew it, the young girl found herself trapped against a tree, her lips melting against those of her lover.
Kate's mind swirled, all that mattered being the here and now, Nastya's delicious curves pressed against her own, their tongues dancing an entrancing dance, the blonde's taste filling her every fiber, the redhead eagerly drinking her in.
When they parted, both breathing hard, the older girl, eyes darkened by desire, voice thick with arousal declared. “Perhaps, it is time to disregard this 'stupid' rule, my love. I very much wish to make love to you and I can tell that the same applies to you.”
Kate blushed hard, husking out. “Here? Nastya, we're in the middle of nowhere...”
The older girl smirked, stating nonchalantly. “Exactly, Kate. We are in the middle of nowhere. The chances that someone is going to see or even hear us here are very slim if not non-existent. The fields over there look very inviting. Do you not agree?”
The younger girl who was by now so aroused that she wouldn't have minded getting taken right here leaning against this tree, nodded dazedly. “They do.”
A half-surprised, but mostly delighted squeal escaped the petite girl as her lover swiftly lifted her up, carrying her over to the fields where she gently deposited her.
The blonde blinked as the younger girl swiftly changed their positions, reminding her, mischief glinting in the by now almost black orbs. “Uh uh, missy. We'd previously agreed that I'd get to be in charge. You promised that I'd get to taste your peach, remember?”
The color Nastya's cheeks turned was more reminiscent of ripe cherries than peaches, the tall girl stuttering out. “K-Kate... Are you certain you wish to be in charge, that you wish to perform those actions? You do not have to, especially in your state...”
Kate sighed, declaring sternly. “I'm absolutely sure, Nastya. My state has nothing to do with that. I'll prove to you just how capable I am.”
The redhead kissed her beloved's lips deeply, desperate to diffuse her obvious nervosity, gently caressing her face, whispering words of reassurance in between kisses. They undressed each other never stopping to kiss.
Kate's hands started wandering the blonde's body boldly exploring the gorgeous curves and implants. Nastya shivered as her lover's hands gently caressed her abdominal implant, a needy sound slipping past her lips that spurred the younger on.
Kate reluctantly parted from her lover's delectable lips, kissing and nibbling her way down the lean body of her lover. Nastya moaned sensually as the younger girl sucked one delicious rosy bud, one of her hands taking care of its counterpart.
The blonde's breasts which were typically very well concealed by her clothing that tended to be a few sizes too big were of a generous size and oh so soft. Kate loved using them as pillows, falling asleep while nuzzled into her beloved's bosom.
The younger girl took her sweet time paying attention to those gorgeous breasts, giving them the affection they deserved. Nastya was shifting around uncomfortably, her legs parting at their own volution.
The older girl's ample breasts were thoroughly covered in kisses once the petite girl was done with them, her way leading her further to her next destination, the blonde's abdominal implant which she caressed and kissed, desperate to show her lover that she loved all parts of her equally much, be they human or artificial.
A lone tear rolled down the older girl's cheek, Nastya understood the message her lover told her through actions rather than words.
Kate growled at the sight of the main prize sitting between her lover's legs greeting her, glistening in wetness. The young girl couldn't help but breathe in deeply, finding the essence of the older girl utterly intoxicating.
Nastya, noticing her lover's actions blushed furiously once more, muttering embarrassingly. “Kate, please. Do not tease me. I need you...”
Kate needn't be told that twice. She eagerly dove in, feasting on her lover's most sacred body part, drinking her sweet nectar much like it was the holy grail, her only salvation and in a sense it was.
Nastya had lost count of how many times she had orgasmed, her body sinking limply into the field, panting heavily, cheeks flushed, hair thoroughly mussed up, strands of golden blonde hair sticking to her forehead which was laced with a sheen of perspiration, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted.
Kate snuggled into her beloved, burying her face between the soft pillows that were the blonde's bosom.
The redhead breathed out, barely able to speak anymore. “Nastya? Are you alright?”
It was silent for long moments, the petite girl worrying for her lover, mentally scolding herself for getting carried away, overstimulating the older girl.
When Nastya replied, at last, the redhead could merely gape as a fish washed ashore. “You have certainly proven that you are very capable of pleasuring me, satisfying me in spite of your state, or is it because of your state?
Either way, I hope you are aware that I owe you 'big time' now, my love. Be prepared not to get much sleep, if any tonight.”
Kate's cheeks turned a deep crimson and she buried her face even deeper in her beloved's bosom, muttering embarrassingly. “Tease. How am I supposed to last until then if you're making such promises?”
Nastya chuckled heartily, running her fingers through the luscious copper of her lover's hair, admitting shyly. “I am afraid that you will be left with no choice but to do so, seeing as how it is rather late already, and we are expected at the farm for lunch...”
Kate sighed, her eyes widening in shock, cursing out. “Darn! You're right...”
They both got up, getting dressed, inspecting each other.
Nastya helped redo her lover's hair while Kate redid Nastya's initial hairdo, dusting her suit.
Once they had ascertained they looked presentable again, they made their way towards the Janeway farm, hands entwined, bodies leaning against each other, both having difficulty walking in their states.
Even Nastya who was typically fast to recover from their sessions of lovemaking found her legs did not seem to wish to cooperate, feeling rather wobbly and unstable, to her utter chagrin. Both dreaded having to face their families' scrutiny, afraid to become gossip topic number one...