Callie Marries Four Brothers

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 touching 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.