Chapter 30
Against what they had expected, the reactions to them arriving back at the farm had been nothing but welcoming, genuine.
Beverly and Dee could be found playing with the two youngest members of the family, looking much like their mothers, a fact that touched Kate and Nastya deeply.
The blonde frowned, whispering in her lover's ear, so as not to risk being heard by the others. “It is not fair how Dee and Beverly unlike us will be unable to have children with each other. They both appear to love children and I can imagine they would have made exceptional parents.”
Kate couldn't agree more. Ever since she could remember, her aunt Beverly had spent lots of time with her, the older redhead clearly great in tending to and caring for children. The same could be said for Dee who had spent lots of time with Phoebe and Natascha.
Kate sighed. “Well, life tends to be unfair, I guess. At least they got Pheebs and Natascha. Also, they can help us raise our child later. That is if they should decide to stay here with us, move into the farm.”
Nastya blinked rapidly. “Kate, you wish to stay on your family's farm, live here with your parents and little sister?”
The younger girl blushed, smiling sheepishly. “Honestly, I do, yes. I think it's the perfect place for a child to grow up on. As much as I enjoyed touring the country, getting out, seeing different places, it was great coming back here, home. I never would've thought I'd wind up missing the farm, Carbury, but I did, heck, I even miss working in the fields with pa!”
Nastya raised her left brow, smirking. “I can imagine 'working' in the fields with you as well, my love.”
Kate's cheeks turned crimson, knowing damn well what her wife, that thought sent a furious flutter to the pit of her stomach, had insinuated there.
Her voice was dark and sensual, thick with arousal when she told her beloved. “Someone wants to be ravished real bad, yes? Looks like it's time I repaid you for all those times you pampered me in the past, my love. Isn't it? You seem quite desperate.”
Nastya coughed, her own cheeks, to Kate's utter delight turning a dark pink, tone embarrassed. “I... Kate, do not tease me, please. You already have 'pampered' me sufficiently earlier in those fields. I am surprised I still managed to walk back here in the first place.
For the time being, I believe that we both require rest, nutrition, hydration and shall 'socialize' and 'mingle' with our families. Else, they will grow suspicious, or even 'jealous'.”
Kate nodded, the two girls went over to see just what it was Beverly and Dee were doing with the two youngest members of their family. Then again, that was not entirely true anymore.
Technically, the small life that was currently still residing inside Kate's womb was now the youngest member of their family. The petite girl smiled at the thought, caressing her belly lovingly, silently communicating with Nastya and her child.
'Soon you'll be the center of attention, I'm sure. We're all anticipating your arrival, little sunshine. We all love you so much.'
Nastya somewhere along the way had put one of her own hands which so happened to be her dominant left, enhanced one, on top of that of her wife, their fingers naturally linking. The blonde once more whispered something which Kate managed to make out as.
“You will be loved, cared for, appreciated, supported, come what may.”
The redhead's heart melted, the smile refusing to leave her face today. Even the typically stoic Nastya wore a relaxed expression for once, her eyes twinkling in a color similar to the skies outside today while Kate's own were a gorgeous cornflower blue.
Unbeknownst to them, their little moment had become the center of attention to the four girls who had previously been busy chatting about everything and anything, some of the topics things both Natascha and Phoebe would never have dared discuss with their older sisters, knowing full well they would've been shocked had they known they were interested in these kinds of matters.
Dee and Beverly had been more than willing to share their knowledge with the ever-curious young girls, however, providing them with relevant information Natascha and Phoebe had promised to merely use once they'd be old enough they perform such actions, as well as absolutely sure that this was truly what they wanted in the first place.
After all, the youngest members of the clan, if you will, were still very young and inexperienced, so chances were they would discover they were not, in fact, interested in girls in that manner and this merely had been a short episode, a very close friendship, not actually love, let alone romance.
Phoebe had been about to retort that she had known for a long time that she was into girls, but refrained from sharing that with both her aunt and her wife, as well as, Natascha. The youngest Janeway sighed, looking at her older sister and her wife, or was it, husband?
'You may never know with Katie. Technically, because of the stupid law, they are officially registered as husband and wife with Nastya, obviously, being the husband. However, they're still both girls at the end of the day. Unless there's something I don't know about.
Kate is pregnant from Nastya, after all and although she told us it was due to Nastya's enhanced body, I can't help wonder if there isn't more to the story. I mean, what's it with her being registered as a male anyway?
Is Nikolai Romanow really merely a pseudonym, a fake identity, or...'
The youngest Janeway blushed profusely as the voice of none other than her older sister asked her. “Penny for your thought, little one.”
Phoebe huffed, rolling her eyes. “I'm not little, sis! Stop calling me that. Also, I wasn't thinkin' anything worth mentioning. Much like yourself, I value my privacy and my thoughts are very much private.
How 'bout you though? We saw that little moment between your wife or is it husband, and you just now. You truly hit the jackpot, big sis!”
Kate's cheeks once more turned crimson, deeply humiliated to hear Nastya and she had been the center of attention.
Her voice was a mere whisper. “A-ah, is that so? I'm not entirely sure if it's wife or husband myself, to be very honest with you, Pheebs. Nastya generally seems more comfortable with me calling her my husband though and I respect that.”
The younger girl raised her brow in an adorable imitation of none other than Nastya. “Interesting. Truly fascinating indeed.”
Kate felt very much bewildered by her little sister's antics, the young girl's actions reminding her of that of a detective in one of her beloved novels. What had his name been again?
Nastya sat down next to her wife, wrapping her arms around Kate's small frame, whispering in her ear. “Hello there, gorgeous.”
Kate had a hard time not to squeal in surprise, a throb shooting through her nethers that once more sent the heat to her cheeks and ears. “Gods, Nastya! Do you wanna give me a heart attack then continue sneaking up on me...”
The older girl frowned, her voice laced in concern. “Did I frighten you? I apologize, my love. Your mind appears to have been preoccupied. I promise to be more careful and announce my presence in advance from now on.”
Kate sighed out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, muttering. “I would appreciate that, my love. Actually...
Phoebe and I were just having a conversation and I'm curious about your opinion on this matter. The topic of discussion was you, well more specifically, whether you prefer being addressed as my wife or husband...”
Nastya felt her own cheeks heat up, muttering embarrassingly. “What... did you answer your sister, Kate?”
The younger girl replied truthfully. “I told her that you'd told me before that you felt more comfortable being referred to as my husband. Was that acceptable, my love?”
Nastya bit her bottom lip, nodding slowly. “Mhm, that was acceptable. Do you mind my preferring to be addressed, seen in this manner, Kate? We are technically two females, after all...”
Kate smiled, turning around to face the blonde, telling her sincerely. “I don't mind it at all, my love, just as how I don't mind, you prefer to dress in man's attire, or even posing as your alter ego, Nikolai.
You are the way you are and I wouldn't have you any other way. I love you, Nastya, all of you, every single aspect, body, and soul.”
Their faces were inching closer when a familiar voice sighed and exclaimed. “So dreamy!”
The two girls were snapped out of their little world by that, Kate shooting one of her infamous death stares at her little sister, her voice icy, fire burning in those by now piercing steel-blue eyes. “Phoebe Janeway!
Can you save your fangirling or whatever it is that you are doing there for another time? I don't appreciate having an audience, for every single action of mine getting commented by you as if I was part of a romantic novel.”
Phoebe had the audacity to remark. “Romantic novels are your weakness, Katie. Not mine. Also, you should be thankful I stopped you from getting ahead of yourselves, seeing as how ma's right there.”
Kate's eyes bulged in panic, slowly turning around to see her mother indeed just having arrived, mischief glinting in her eyes that were spitting images of those of her daughter. “Did I miss out on somethin', dearies?”
Evening had arrived and both Kate and Nastya couldn't help feel thrown back to Kate's 16th birthday. The air was mild, a light breeze blowing, rustling through the trees, music was playing.
Gretchen and Edward Janeway had done everything in their might to give the two newlywed couples the perfect post-wedding celebrations right there at the farm.
Nastya asked her wife who sat on her lap, the older girl just having fed her with a piece of Gretchen's infamous apple pie. “May I have this dance, my fair lady?”
Kate blushed for the n-th time that day, chuckling one of those alluring little chuckles of hers that brought forth a low growl from her lover. “I'd love to dance with you, my love, but I'm kinda stuffed and feel like I'm about to burst with all that food inside me.
I doubt I'll be able to dance in this state. It's your fault for feeding me as if I was pregnant, then again I am.”
Nastya chuckled herself, amused by her wife's words, declaring. “I could not help myself. Both the infant and you require lots of nutrition, Kate. You were the one who could not resist Gretchen's apple pie, however, I understand that. It does taste most delectable, especially when it is still warm and freshly baked.
Despite your state, I am convinced you will manage to dance with my assistance. So, may I have this dance, my lovely wife?”
Kate's heart performed a somersault, the butterflies dancing gleefully in the pit of her stomach. “Of course you may, my handsome husband.”
Nastya felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Seeing the older girl blush in turn sent a delicious throb to Kate's nethers.
'Just a little longer. Gods, it sure must be the pregnancy, the hormones, and seeing her in that suit that make me so needy tonight. Then again, I believe it's safe to say that it's simply the effect Nastya has on me. It's like I'm under her spell.
I used to be so innocent and pure once...'
A little voice that sounded suspiciously like that of her little sister mocked in the back of her mind. 'Yeah, right. Innocent and pure, hu? I wouldn't call reading those novels of yours a light read, let alone fantasizing over older girls...'
They had arrived on the makeshift dancefloor on the lawn in front of the farm, Kate following her last train of thought suddenly blurted out a question she'd been dying to know the answer to ever since she'd first laid eyes on her lover back then. “How old are you actually, Nastya?”
The blonde's eyes widened and she almost tripped and fell, but Kate managed to prevent this from happening, holding onto her spouse to stabilize the stumbling taller girl.
Kate mentally scolded herself for having asked that question, but at the same time they were married now and the younger girl deemed it was her good right to know that kind of crucial information about her beloved.
Nastya had dreaded that question, afraid of Kate's reaction. Despite all that, she knew that the time had arrived and she had to share that information with the redhead. She only hoped and prayed Kate wouldn't take it too bad.
Her voice was a mere whisper, her gaze averted, cheeks burning in humiliation. “I am 21 years old, Kate...”
The petite girl blinked rapidly, stunned by that revelation.
Nastya, noticing her lover's silence feared for the worst, muttering. “I apologize, Kate. It was wrong to hide this crucial piece of information from you for so long, but...
I did not dare tell you, afraid you would lose interest in me because of our age gap, think I was merely using you, trying to corrupt an innocent like yourself...”
Kate held up one hand, forestalling her spouse's rambling. “Nastya, it's alright. I don't care how old you are, my love. Age is just a number. I love you, more than anything in this world and that's not gonna change because of our age gap.
Five years are still very much decent as an age gap anyway. I mean, Phoebe and I are five years apart. Then again that can hardly be compared, seeing as how we're siblings and she's five years younger than me.
Still, it doesn't bother me that you're five years older than me, my love. To be honest with you, I knew that you were older than me from the first time I saw you on that stage back then.
I admit that I wouldn't have deemed our age gap to be this big, but nevermind that. It's not like you are old, or anything. 21 is still young. Pa was that age when he got married to ma too.”
Nastya blinked rapidly at those last words of Kate's, asking incredulously. “Indeed?”
Kate barked out one of those dangerous, far too alluring, as the blonde deemed, highly infectious throaty laughs of hers, the older girl soon joining in and before they knew it they were sharing a laughing fit, almost toppling over.
The other guests of the festivities exchanged knowing glances, all of them wearing huge grins, touched by the two girls' very endearing display of carefree, raw joy, and happiness.
Especially the fact that the typically stoic Nastya could be seen and heard laughing out much like a celestial being melted people's hearts, sending tears to their eyes, Kate's included.
The older Janeway sister wrapped her beloved in a fierce embrace, the tears now running freely down her cheeks.
Nastya swallowed against the knot now sitting in her throat, her own eyes stinging with unshed tears, the maelstrom of emotions the past few weeks had evoked starting from that first time they had met until earlier when they had tied the knot and later made love on that field, not to forget the confession she had just made to the younger girl, finally revealing her age to her, having to fear for the worst, rejection, repulse, disappointment, anger, but Kate had been so sweet, understanding, compassionate as always, not minding their age gap, claiming age was just a number, or as Nastya herself would have said irrelevant and it was true.
In the end, what mattered was that they loved each other, sincerely, genuinely, selflessly, unconditionally with all their heart, every fiber of their being. 'She was meant for me and I was meant for her. It is plain to see. I should have never doubted her, our love, even myself. We belong together.'
Kate, as if she had read her lover's mind, whispered affectionately, her teary eyes and beaming face looking up at her. “You are the one for me, we are so perfect for each other, destined.”
Nastya nodded, her voice hoarse, cupping her beloved's soft cheeks that were wet with tears, kissing her lips deeply, telling her so much more than any words could ever say.
They danced for a while longer, Nastya somewhere along the way having lifted the younger girl up, lightly swaying her around to the sound of the music. The redhead giggled happily, thoroughly enjoying herself and being this close to the older girl.
They'd come to sit together at the front porch, Kate looking up at her beloved, asking curiously. “What was your biggest dream as a child, Nastya?”
The blonde blinked rapidly, her heart hammering wildly against her chest.
'I can not believe she would ask me that question out of all things. Kate truly never ceases to catch me off guard. How am I supposed to answer that?'
The blood crept from her neck to her ears and all the way to her cheeks, the blonde muttered almost inaudibly, deeply humiliated, afraid to get laughed at, made fun of. “My biggest dream when I was younger used to be to get married to a beautiful princess from a faraway kingdom and live with her happily ever after for the rest of my days...”
Kate, who had heard her beloved's words blushed deep crimson herself, what felt like a whole army of butterflies tickling the inside of her belly, her heart soaring.
Nastya asked shyly. “How about you, Kate? What was your biggest dream as a child?”
Kate replied, voice soft with love and affection. “My biggest dream used to be for a brave young warrior from a faraway kingdom to turn my world upside down, take me as her wife, take me to see the world with her, go on adventures together, and live happily ever after for the rest of my days and we'd have many children who'd be playing outside with our cats and dogs.”
Nastya chuckled. “Many children, cats, and dogs? Any more animals I should know of, Kate?”
The redhead blushed furiously, stuttering out. “I... horses, maybe? I forgot to mention that my brave warrior came to me while riding a horse bareback, of course...”
Kate and Nastya had managed to distract themselves well enough and make it through the rest of the evening. It had been good spending time with their families, bonding, chatting, laughing, playing, planning the future, eating, lots of the latter, but the newlyweds were beyond glad that nighttime had finally arrived and they could retire to their bedroom.
Nastya who, in comparison to the others, had barely eaten anything again, her special physiology not allowing her to consume much solid nutrition, carried her wife who was in what could very well be described as a food coma, up to their room.
The blonde wore a smug expression, drinking in the sight that was Kate Janeway stuffed to the brim with her mother's homecooked food and home-baked desserts.
The two of them had just entered the bedroom, Nastya placed her beloved on the bed cautiously before walking back towards the door, locking it thoroughly just to be on the safe side before rejoining the younger girl, undressing down to her undergarments on her way back, placing her neatly folded suit on the chair standing next to the bed.
Kate gazed at her lover through half-lidded eyes, her pupils large, irises having transformed into an inviting midnight blue.
Nastya gave an oomph as she was pulled against her eager lover who claimed her lips quite forcefully, making the blonde groan out in desperation.
The taller girl, desperate to feel the smaller girl's body pressed against hers, efficiently disrobed her, careful not to cause any harm to the wedding dress.
They never parted from their kiss, tongues dancing around each other, teeth grazing, bruising lips, an eager Kate thoroughly abusing her beloved's plump bottom lip till the point it started to bleed and looked quite swollen.
Neither of the lovers paid this any mind, however, too engrossed in their lovemaking were they, caught in the heat of the moment, their mutual desire, want.
Kate cried out as two fingers of her lover's enhanced left entered her, expertly curling against her inner walls, stroking that special spot inside her that without fail sent her over the edge.
The young girl felt as if she was Captain Kathryn Janeway in her rocketship, flying through the vast galaxy amongst the moon, stars, sun, and other planets, Earth a mere distant memory.
When Kate slowly came down from her high again, still panting heavily, her eyes were greeted by the most erotic sight of her lover grinding down against her thigh.
The feeling of Nastya's most sacred body part that was positively soaked, drenched in arousal touching her thigh in that manner combined with the glorious sight of the blonde in the throes of pleasure, the most alluring low moans accompanying her actions stirred another wave of arousal inside the petite girl, her hands before she knew it grabbing her lover's buttocks, groping them heartily, her back arched, toes curling, an impassioned cry leaving her as she climaxed once again, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rippling through her small form.
Nastya sank limply down on top of her lover, the two simply holding each other for an indefinite amount of time, their lips finding each other again naturally, drawn to each other like two magnets, their breaths mingling, hands linking, bodies pressed against each other.
Somewhere along the way, they started to meld, skin gliding against skin, breasts pressing against each other in a delicious contact, their cores perfectly aligned with each other, stiff nipples touching, sending jolts of electricity through both girls' bodies, the erect hypersensitive bundles of nerves atop their centers meeting in what felt like the most intimate kiss and just like that, they joined each other once again, turned into one singular entity, their bodies and souls entwined, one as they were holding each other in a lover's embrace.
May 20th, 1849, Carbury, Kildare County, Ireland
Dear diary,
Today we celebrated my 18th birthday. Finally I officially count as an adult. Phoebe of course had to mock me again, claiming now I'm apparently officially old. Seriously, that girl...
Things have been going great both with the farm and our little family. I never would have anticipated I'd be enjoying motherhood, being a parent, and being married so much, but I truly lucked out with my spouse and our daughters.
Seeing Nastya playing with Mascha and Dascha is the best thing to come home to after a long day out in the fields.
Despite their young age, they love helping us around the farm and are very curious regarding the workings of the universe, always questioning the world around us. Thanks to both Nastya and me being very well-read, we manage to give them answers to most of their questions, sate their curiosity.
Phoebe and Natascha also have grown up quite a lot. I still can't believe my little sister is officially a teenager now. Gods, I still remember her as a baby. Obviously, I don't tell her these kinds of things, knowing full well that at 13 that's the last thing you wanna hear. Ma and pa are already very much doing that for me.
You won't believe what Nastya has gifted me for my birthday, by the way! I was stunned beyond my wits when she presented the most gorgeous telescope to me that is placed in front of our bedroom window. It's golden and huge!
I bet it must've cost a fortune, but Nastya stubbornly refused to tell me how much she'd had to pay for it, insisting that for me the best is merely good enough.
That's all for now.
Kate
The redhead felt arms wrap around her from behind, a smile creeping up her face. “What are you doing up here, birthday girl?”
Kate bit her lip. “Nothing really. I just needed a little time for myself. Sorry for worrying you, my love. How are our little sunshines?”
Nastya sighed dramatically. “Hopefully asleep by now. It is always such a hassle getting them to sleep. They much remind me of their mother in terms of that.”
Kate rolled her eyes playfully. “Do they now? Life is too short to waste it on sleep, Nastya.”
The blonde smirked, placing a feather-like kiss on the younger woman's exposed shoulder, murmuring against her skin. “Indeed and 'sleep is for the weak'. Is it not?”
The redhead snickered and nodded. “Exactly. You've adapted to my way of speaking, I see. I'm anxious to try out my birthday gift. Wanna take a look at the sky with me, my love?”
The older girl smiled, remarking. “I am known to adapt fast.”
Kate squealed, her cheeks heating up as she suddenly found herself get carried by her lover. “Of course. Let us try out your birthday gift, my love. Tonight appears to be perfect for stargazing. The sky is clear and there are lots of stars that you can gaze at.”
Kate chuckled. “That's perfect then. Thank you again for gifting me the telescope, my love. I still can't believe you remembered that. It's been so long since I told you about that.”
Nastya smirked, telling her lover smugly. “I possess superior memory, as you are aware which came in very handy in this case. You might not be able to fly up there with a rocketship, but with this telescope, I hope your love for the stars and curiosity regarding them will be satisfied, at least to a certain degree.”
Kate whispered lovingly. “My universe is right here with me, my love.”
The end