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CHAPTER 50A: HELEN'S COMMITMENT CEREMONY

We had a week to put together the commitment ceremony for Helen and Kaycee if we were to have it on the next Saturday night. We talked about it at length with the pros and cons of various aspects of the event, much to the surprise of Helen. Mom and I were treating this very much like a wedding, including all the seriousness of the vows and commitment represented by the public declaration. We agreed that an early evening ceremony with a party afterwards with light snacks would be much better than trying any kind of dinner afterwards.

The guest list was established and emails sent to save time because of the short notice. However, due to the nature of the event, the guest list was relatively short. The list was finalized to include: Harry and Juli, Miss Stella, Dr. Anna (who was surprised when told by Helen but after their shared experience with the horse, not that surprised), Sharon and John, Bob and his wife, several of the clients we have trained personally, and Jayson, Tom, and Jake (but being out of town we weren’t sure about him). All told, we were expecting 16 or 17 guests to be present.

The long-range forecast was for clear skies and a high afternoon temperature of 85 degrees, which should be perfect for an outdoor ceremony. The details were coming together much easier than we imagined and there was little panic. We had a large tent and chairs reserved for delivery and setup that afternoon. As we expected, Jake wasn’t able to come but not because he lived in Denver but he would be on the East Coast on business that weekend. But, Jayson and Tom offered to serve as bartenders for the event to keep from having to hire anyone and to avoid anyone that may not be comfortable with the main event. I had to thank them for the consideration because it could have been a surprise for Helen, not to mention the outside servers once the ceremony got going.

Much of the week was able to remain largely like our normal. We made sure our runs in the morning happened on schedule and, of course, the dogs indicating their desire for us somewhere along the way and mating us. Evenings with Tim were a constant and it all meshed with the needs for pulling together details for the party.

Helen had been getting lessons from Juli on riding horses and caring for them afterwards. Juli indicated that she was doing very well and, like so many other things she tried, this seemed to be a natural for her. She said that Harry seemed itching to turn her into a cowgirl, at least a part-time one.

So, it wasn’t a complete surprise when Helen suggested to Mom and me that the three of us go horseback riding. It was Wednesday morning, Tim had left shortly before for work and the three of us were on the patio putting on our socks and running shoes for our morning run. The boys (there were three ‘boys’ now) weren’t anywhere in sight but that would change soon enough before we got very far into our run. It didn’t seem to matter where they might be on the property, at this time of the day they would find us by the time we crested the rise in back.

“How about the three of us taking the horses from Stella’s and going for a little ride after lunch?”

I looked up hearing the question, “Will that be okay with her?”

“Yes, I already asked her.” She laughed, “Her comment was, ‘what part of giving you the horses don’t you understand?’ She did also thank me for the consideration but she truly meant it and that I should feel comfortable taking advantage of it whenever I wanted. What do you say? It’s going to be a perfect day.”

Mom smiled. Neither she nor I had much history on horses but Juli had assured us that there wasn’t really that much to it. What she was doing with Helen was showing her much more about riding and care. Mom thought it would be fun.

Helen was so excited to be able to show us something new for a changed and bounced out of the chair and headed for the trail, leaving Mom and me to catch up. She was the first over the rise and the dogs found her first and then us. She slowed for us to catch up to her and we proceeded with our leisurely run around the property. Yes, it was leisurely. It was no doubt why she often had a separate run later in the day so she could effectively train for increased speed and distance. Mom and I were happy with the ability to just finish a 10K run, Helen had thoughts of competing. Obviously, we would not be running together during a 10K event.

Kaycee was clearly the best behaved of the bunch. He tended to stay close to Helen during the runs and that might be a bigger result of their runs off the property where it was more important. Cody and Jackson tended to be all over the place; they were sometimes with us, sometimes chasing a rabbit or quail or some other unknown target. Today was no different and it was Kaycee that initiate the stop during the second lap on the trail. We had all stopped the playful pretending to fall and just acknowledged the bumping we were receiving from the dogs and slow to a stop at a nice place in the field grass. We had gone through our phase of rotating through the dogs to get experience with each and to let them know that we were all available to them.

Today we were with our own dogs. Helen found the spot she liked and pried her shoes off and pulled her socks off. She knelt down in the grass and petted Kaycee, letting him lick her sweaty body. I noticed him lick off a drop of sweat from her nipple and saw her shiver in response. She kissed his snout and touched tongues in response. I smiled. She was become every bit the bitch (in this sense) that Mom and I were. Just like Mom and me, she truly liked being with her dog, quietly, playfully, and fucking. She, too, would never pass up Tim or us if she had the chance, but Kaycee was a close second.

I was on my hands and knees enjoying the same process of kissing and communing with Cody. I slipped a hand underneath him and felt his sheath. I also felt that his cock tip was extended but his cock wasn’t far enough out, yet. That wasn’t a surprise; we had only just stopped running. I moved to his side and hugged him from the side, sliding my hands so they went from his head to his back end. I reached underneath and felt him slightly out his sheath. I patted the ground and he immediately lay down on his side and lifted his leg. It is nice to know your partner is in tune with you on the important things in life, like anticipating getting his cock sucked. As I smiled at that thought, I was already dropping my head to his belly and licked the tip sticking out of the sheath. It didn’t take long before I had enough for a good suck and I wrapped my lips around his cock end and slid down until I encountered the fur of his sheath. I sucked hard with that much in my mouth and I felt his cock grow inside my mouth, which just spurred me to provide even more suction. Each time I was rewarded by additional growth of his cock but also pre-cum leaking from his growing cock.

I pulled off to kiss his snout and noticed that Helen and Mom were already on their hands and knees and assisting their partners into their greedy pussies. What a household, three women who didn’t seem to be able to get enough cock and sex in general. Tim was magnificent at handling the demands, but the dogs and their desire to mate multiple times during the day saved him from certain death by fucking. Mom was shocked at the amount of sex she wanted throughout the day compared to before. If it wasn’t Tim or the dogs, it seemed to be one of us. The three of us knew for a certainty that being naked was not just a matter of comfort for the home, but a necessity for being available for any family member and we rarely declined an indication of desire. We had our periods, of course, and that slowed us down for a few days, but otherwise we could count on some form of sex s**ttered through the day. And sometimes it was just the sight of each other to get it started, again. None-the-less, we managed to become excellent time managers to focus on activities that needed to be done with the time segments available during the day. Having sex two or three times a day was normal and four or five times wasn’t surprising. In fact, nothing was surprising any more. Well, maybe what Helen went through on her training days would qualify.

So, I scrambled to my hands and knees and presented myself to Cody. He was on me and inside me with almost no hesitation. The three of us climaxed nearly on top of us other and as we lay in the grass after cleaning the cocks of our lovers, I asked our girl if she had any reservations about the ceremony. It was a quiet time and we were all completely relaxed and at ease. I had my hand resting on her forearm and lightly sc****d my fingernails over her skin, not to scratch but to feel.

“No. None. Not true. I don’t have any for Kaycee and what it means but I do still have some that it will be in front of everyone. And, that I will be the only one naked.”

I turned to her and rose up enough to see over her to Mom. “Maybe we left out one small detail.” Mom rose up and was looking at me questioningly. “You know how at the end of a wedding the minister will introduce the newly married couple with, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Hawkins’ or some such. And he will say, ‘you may now kiss the bride’.”

Helen looked at me, “Yes …”

“Well, it won’t be like that.”

“What will he say?”

“It’ll probably be an introduction like, ‘Kaycee and his bitch, Helen’. And …”

“And? What are you hesitating about?”

“And the words like the kiss may be, ‘you may now mate with your bitch’.”

Her eyes shot open wide. “In front of everyone? Is that what you did?”

Mom came to my defense. “We did forget to mention that, I guess. Actually, Michele did much more than fuck just Cody. Remember that she submitted to Tim, also. She essentially fucked the entire guest list that wanted it. It was a gangbang for the bride.”

“I seem to remember some dogs, too. I don’t think they were on the guest list.”

“Wow, well, suddenly one dog in front of everyone doesn’t seem so bad.”

We found ourselves at Miss Stella’s shortly after lunch. Helen was showing us how to saddle the horses. She ended up having to do all three. That was a little interesting for her to get the blankets and saddles up onto the horses’ backs given her smaller size. But she managed it and we started helping with cinching the straps, reins, etc. She checked all our work and it was a good thing. I had the feeling that falling off because the saddle was loose could be enough to make it hard to get back up. Falling off a horse would hurt a lot more than falling off a bike.

We were in jeans, tee shirts and running shoes. While we were busy getting the horses ready, Miss Stella appeared in the barn and supervised. She didn’t say anything but I had the distinct feeling she was deciding if these city women knew what to do. She was impressed, though, with what Helen had already learned and said so. She did make the comment, though, that we should be careful of our feet in the stirrups with these shoes. She suggested we invest in a pair of cowboy boots for riding to keep our feet from slipping right through the stirrup. Given the warning, we decided we would be taking it easy today and not take the chance of ruining future enjoyment of riding by a mishap now.

As we moved around the horses and tightened the straps, Miss Stella met us at the barn door as we were leading the horses out into the yard. Helen suggested we ride into the back of the property there. It was large enough to gain experience and confidence. As we all jumped up into the stirrup and onto the saddle, Miss Stella commented, “You girls don’t believe in bras, do you?”

I looked at Mom who was trying to control a smile. She just loved that she was included in ‘girl’ by this woman.

Helen rode over to her and leaned over the side, holding onto the saddle horn with one hand as she stretched out her other had to the woman’s face. “You’re mixing in with some wicked, sinful hussies who flaunt themselves to the world. You might want to reconsider this relationship or you’ll liable to find yourself behaving similarly.”

Miss Stella put her own hand over the girl’s as it rested on her cheek. “Do you think there’s a chance of that happening? Do you think I could pull that off like you girls?”

“A chance? I wouldn’t be surprised if every 60 to 70 years old in this and neighboring counties aren’t lined up at your door.”

She laughed and swatted the horse, sending Helen on her way. “Younger men for me, huh? You are terrible, Helen Stillson. But I love it!”

Mom was all smiles as we passed the woman but I could also see that something had passed over her face at the end of the comment. Helen was comfortably riding ahead of us and I walked the horse up alongside Mom. “Are you okay? I thought I saw something in your face.”

“You don’t miss much when it involves any of us, do you?”

“Mom, I’m not nearly as good at that as you are. But, don’t change the subject. Is there something?”

“There was. Her name, ‘Helen Stillson’.”

“I don’t understand, it’s her name.”

“I know it is. I’ve been thinking, though … we need to talk … I think I want to ask her if I can adopt her.”

“What?” I must have said that pretty loudly because Helen turned around in her saddle and looked behind. I just smiled and indicated we were okay. “Adopt her? She’s 18 years old and a legal adult.”

“I know, but I looked it up and it can still be done legally.”

“To make her a real family member, you mean? So she would really be your daughter?”

“And your sister and Tim’s younger sister. Okay, sister-in-law, but still … I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I would like to discuss it with everyone at some point.”

“It seems weird, but … okay.” Helen as really my sister? Helen adopted by Mom legally. There wouldn’t be much guardianship involved since she already was legally responsible. But, she would have a legal family if it were needed for any reason. And, it was an intriguing thought. “Talking about it would be good with me.” It really was. The idea had real appeal.

Helen slowed for us to catch up and she was very helpful, giving us pointers. Our comfort on the horses increased rapidly but I was mindful of just how big and powerful these a****ls were. Along the way, I asked her about the horses and what plans she might have considered for them.

“You know, since Stella told me she was giving me the horses, I have had a tough time with the idea of owning horses. I keep asking for permission to spend time with the horses and she keeps getting frustrated with me.”

“Well, you now have a male and two mares, right? Have you thought about letting the mares get pregnant?”

“I have wondered about that. Maybe I should ask Stella and/or Harry about what that might mean for cost and whatever. Right now, I just enjoy the idea of riding them. They feel so powerful underneath you, don’t they?”

“They certainly do. I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much. Thanks for insisting that we try it, Helen. We should go out with Juli sometime, too. And I know Tim would love this.”

Helen was so pleased that we were both enjoying this so much. I suspect it was something she could bring to the family that was hers and for once she wasn’t using our stuff. She had something to bring that we could all enjoy.

After about an hour in the back part of the property, we made our way back to the barn area. As we came around the clump of trees near the barn and came into sight of the yard by the barn and house, we saw an emergency vehicle and two Sheriff cars in the yard. We rode directly to side of the barn and dismounted. I took the reins to the horse Helen had been riding and tied up both horses to a rail next to the barn that I guessed was for this purpose. We could see everyone was huddled around someone at the rear of the emergency vehicle. Helen walked deliberately to it and we followed close behind.

The Sheriff and Deputy heard the horses and turned around. Seeing us dismounting and coming to them, they parted just enough that we could see who they were attending to, Miss Stella. Helen broke into a near run and the Sheriff took several steps himself to intercept her. “She’s alright. We think she fell but we just got here ourselves.” He walked us to the emergency vehicle and the others stepped back, too, as Miss Stella called out to Helen.

“Stella, what happened? Forget that, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I wish they would stop fussing.”

Helen turned to the attendants, “Is she really okay?”

“We think so, but she is being stubborn. We just want to check her out. We think she fell somehow, we found her inside the barn, and a ladder was lying across the door underneath a high shelf. She was limping pretty badly on her left leg but she won’t let me look at it.”

Helen turned to Miss Stella; she had fire in her eyes, now. “Stella Parson!” I took hold of her arm to try to calm her, but she pulled away. When she turned to pull her arm away, I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. “On a ladder?!? Are you k**ding me? What on earth were you thinking? What could possibly be so important up there that you couldn’t wait for me to return?!?” She was on fire, yes, but it was out of being scared for her older friend.

Miss Stella wasn’t used to anyone talking to her this way and in her own sense of embarrassment and fear of being hurt, not to mention her hurt pride, she retaliated in equal verbal assaults. Everyone took a step or two back, the Sheriff, Deputy, EMT attendants, and us. The only one who didn’t was Helen. In fact, she took another step closer. And, as she did, she went right back with her own expression of fear, concern, but all laced with scolding. Miss Stella wasn’t used to being scolded by anyone, not for decades, and she responded with equal energy and intensity. For several minutes this continued and nobody knew what might happen. And, nobody certainly had the nerve to get between them, an 18 year old and a 90-year-old going at it like two feral cats.

I looked to the Sheriff for help. Hell, he had a gun on his belt. Maybe a shot in the air would break this up. But he was as frozen as the rest of us. He later confided to me that he had heard that Helen was spending time with Miss Stella, but didn’t think she had a relationship that could survive that.

And suddenly, just as hot as it started, it stopped. Both women were breathing hard, red in the face (which was a concern for Miss Stella), and tears streaming down their cheeks. And just like that, Helen nearly flew the few steps between them and took the older woman in her arms. In the sudden stillness, I heard the grunt from her as Helen took hold of her. They held onto each other and cried. No, they sobbed. Both were saying and repeating, “I’m sorry, dear, I’m so sorry. I was just so scared.” As we all stood there watching, it seemed they said it a thousand times. They couldn’t have, of course, but … it had to be close.

During the catfight, we had all taken several defensive steps back. It occurred to me that they were now whispering to each other but we couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Stella, you have to let them look you over. You might have damaged something in your leg or hip.”

“Honey, I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t. Of course you can, you have to.”

“Honey … I’m not wearing any underwear.”

I saw Helen pull away and look at her friend and they both erupted into laughter. “Naughty girl!”

“Helen, thank you. I love it that you can see me as a girl.”

“Always. But, please, promise me you’ll be more careful. You’re too important to me.”

“Okay, I’ll promise. But, remember your own words, ‘live in the moment’.”

“I remember and I said I wouldn’t do this to you. I’m sorry, but I was scared.”

“And, dear lovely girl, that is what is so special.”

“You aren’t going to like this, but I don’t think you should be out here by yourself. I don’t know how we change that, you certainly won’t move and I don’t want you to, anyway. I’m rambling, forget I said that. We need you to be looked at. I just thought of a story I can give the female EMT.”

Helen came and grabbed both Mom and me, then the female EMT. “She’ll let you check her out, but … well, she’s embarrassed. You see, when she heard us drive into the yard, she was just getting out of the bath. She just grabbed her house-dress and threw it on.” Helen lowered her voice so only we could hear her, “She doesn’t have anything on underneath. If he examined her thigh and hip, well … he’d see that … you know. You examine her and we’ll stand here to provide a screen.”

I saw Miss Stella squeeze Helen’s hand and smile at her. The woman EMT smiled and agreed. It turned out that she wasn’t banged up too badly. She would probably have a nasty bruise and be sore for a few days, but otherwise she would be fine.

But I was curious how everyone ended up here. I walked to the Sheriff who was standing by his car. He had just sent his Deputy off to continue his patrol. “Sheriff. May I ask you something?”

“Of course. You’re Michele Hawkins, right? I am pleased to finally meet you. It seems the entire county knows about Helen and can’t stop talking her praises. I remember the first time I brought her to Juli Adamly. That was a scared and frightened little girl. Now look at her. It is amazing what you and your family have been able to do for her.”

“We didn’t really do anything. We just showed her some love and understanding. That’s all she really needed.”

“I know that’s not all. I know you and your family spent a lot of your own money on medical evaluations and treatment. I also know about a private detective. Is there anything I need to be aware of?”

“No, Sheriff. I will be honest with you, though, because Juli said you could be trusted. That poor girl’s father turned out to be my father. He divorced my mother, now we know why. That’s how my mother ended up being with us. Helen was abused physically over her years at home. She found out that there was another family and sought me out. That’s when you found her. It was tough for all of us. I wasn’t sure I wanted anything to do with her. I was afraid of a constant reminder of my stupid father. It was my mother, a true saint, who convinced me that Helen was the real victim in all this. No, there is nothing for you to do or be concern with. We’ve taken care of it on the legal side.”

“Okay, thank you. Now, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering, how is that you all found her in the first place?”

He chuckled, “Dumb luck. That wristwatch on her arm is a medical alert device. Oh, sure, it also gives the time, but it is really an emergency alert. I don’t think she would have sent the signal, so I suspect when she fell it was hit just right on the ground or ladder and the signal was sent. When they realized who it was, the whole system went nuts.” He laughed, again. “She is one tough woman. She always has been. I remember growing up around here and I never wanted to be cross-wise with her.”

“Well, she has made quite an impression on our girl, that’s for sure.”

“Speaking of which, I’ve never seen anyone, ever, speak to her like Helen did. Not even her husband who she was madly in love with and respected. It is good to see, too. People have commented on a transformation in Miss Stella. It must be Helen’s relationship.” He put his hand out for a shake, “I better be getting on.”

I looked at him and his outstretch hand, “Sheriff, we’re kind of a hugging family, would you mind terribly if I did that instead of a handshake?”

“Would I mind? Hell, no.” He seemed a little embarrassed, “Just don’t let my wife know I seemed a little anxious for it, though.”

I laughed as I took him into my arms and squeezed. “You’re a good man, Sheriff, thank you.”

He opened the car door, took off his cowboy hat and threw it onto the passenger seat. He almost went inside, and then stopped with one foot in and the rest outside. “Michele, can I have a private word with you? Can we walk down the drive toward the road?”

I followed him without agreeing. Now what? Why the sudden change in his demeanor? What was coming now? He stopped when he thought he was far enough away. “I’ve had some other questions that I have kept to myself. You folks are nice and Harry and Juli stand up for you without hesitation and that means a lot to me. But, I don’t think your kennel business is just a kennel. Even the name would suggest otherwise, but I will admit you probably have to be thinking about it that way to see the meaning. ‘Not Just Pets’. That can be taken a very interesting way.”

I was nervous, very nervous. All of the sudden I saw the whole family in jail, cruelty to a****ls or whatever. But he was smiling. Just a small smile but it was there and it wasn’t an evil smile, not like ‘I got you’.

“Michele, this is not professional. And, I am going way out on a limb here so I hope I am right. You see, my wife and I have had these fantasies in our … well, our … sex life. When we have sex, she likes me to take her doggy style. She has talked about it for real for a long time.”

“Have you had your own?”

“Oh, sure, we have usually had one, but … well, when you get one from most places they are already neutered, aren’t they.”

“Yes, they are. So, Sheriff …”

“I think you should call me by my name, Tom Hansen.”

“Very pleased to meet you, Tom. So, Tom, it appears we are talking about the same thing.”

“I hope so.”

“This is personal and not professional, so I’ll be plain. We have dogs that we train to mate with women. Am I in trouble or do I have a potential new client?”

His shoulders dropped and his composure relaxed. I hadn’t realized how tense our body language had become. “Thank you! Can I call sometime so my wife and I can talk with you? Oh, her name is Sarah. She’ll be so happy. Given my job, we’ve had to be very careful.”

“I can imagine. Call the kennel number and we’ll set up a time to talk and make sure she really understands what this is all about.”

He took my arm and led me back to his car. There, he turned to face me and looked awkward. I stepped up to him and hugged him, again. I whispered into his ear, “We’ve become too intimate for a handshake, Tom. Call us.” He smiled, started up his car and left. I then felt others coming behind me.

Mom asked, “What was that about?”

I turned and looked. The emergency vehicle had left while I was talking with the Sheriff. I saw Mom next to me and Helen helping Miss Stella to be with us, also. I smiled at them all and mused, “I think we have a new client.”

Saturday was a whirlwind of activity. Harry and Juli came over late morning to assist in getting things arranged, snacks organized, beer and liquor on ice in coolers and organized at the bar station. When the rental firm arrived with the tent, chairs and tables, Harry and Tim assisted them in getting everything set up as quickly as possible. There was plenty of time but Mom was a nervous wreck that something was going to go wrong and that something wouldn’t be ready.

Helen was sent over to Miss Stella’s for the afternoon. Mom insisted that the bride only worried about her appearance and relaxed on the big day. Mom made one other rule for the day pertaining to Helen: she was to be dressed the entire day until the ceremony. That was another of Mom’s superstitions carried over from wedding that the groom wasn’t to see the bride until the ceremony. It might be hard to keep them from seeing each other throughout the day, but at least we could keep them from fucking by requiring her to wear clothes. We entrusted Miss Stella to have Helen back to the house, bathed, hair done and ready to get dressed by no later than 5:30 PM. The ceremony was scheduled to begin at 7:00 PM. She wouldn’t have that much to put on for the ceremony but Mom was going to want to fuss over her regardless.

Miss Stella surprised all of us but most especially, Helen. When Helen arrived shortly after lunch, she was waiting by her pickup truck, told Helen to get in and they were immediately on their way to the suburbs. Miss Stella had arranged for Helen to be done over by one of the best salons in town. She received a full body massage, followed by a mineral water hot-tub bath in which Miss Stella joined her. They were both provided with lush full robes and their hair was done expertly. Both of them elected for the down and slightly curled look to give fullness and wave. Then their nails were done up. All the while, they sipped on champagne. I said it was one of the best places. And it was all a treat by Miss Stella.

When she dropped Helen at home, we were in awe. She was always a pretty girl, but her look now, even with the contrast of shorts and halter-top, was stunning. I walked up to Miss Stella and gave her a hug without asking or gauging approval. She giggled, “Helen said you all were huggers. I like that; there is no question but that I am welcome with your family.”

“You most certainly are. You are coming for the ceremony, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t get all dolled up for a Saturday night at home!”

Everything was set and ready. The guys, Jayson and Tom, came early to get the bar and food arrangements ready for their liking since they were now responsible for it. And they looked delicious. Dark dress slacks, white shirt open at the neck and dark suit jackets. They had never met Helen, or my Mom for that matter, and they were anxious but trying to be patient. Despite being bachelors, they understood the rituals of weddings and upon hearing the way Mom was treating this whole event, they just bowed to her directions. With a tolerant grin, of course.

The invitations indicated arrival from 6:15 to 6:45 PM. Tim was ready early and joined the guys outside under the tent to reassess that everything indeed was as ready as Mom could want it. We had arranged for Harry and Juli to pick up Miss Stella in their car, which we rarely ever saw them use. That left the rest of the time for Mom and me to get ready and to then fuss over Helen.

Helen was feeling awkward about all the attention but we had her get naked and we enjoyed sipping some wine as we got ready. We didn’t want to overdo it, but this was now ‘girl time’ and we soon had Helen fussing over us almost as much as we had intended to do to her. After our showers, she insisted on combing and brushing our hair. She said it help to have something to do. The anticipation was beginning to build in her, clearly. But, that was good, we had wanted this to feel special for her, and the anticipation meant that it was having an influence.

The guests were beginning to arrive as Mom and I finished getting ready. We were dressed nicely, but a bit on the conservative side, at least for us given Tim’s preference for the way we dress. We wanted to be sure that all eyes would be on Helen tonight. Of course, her outfit would all but insure that, anyway.

We told her we would like to do her makeup, remembering our wedding on the island. That seemed so long ago after all that had happened this year, but it really wasn’t. The makeup on her face and eyes was minimal. It would be a waste to take away from her natural, healthy look. I looked at Mom and smiled at Helen. She was watching it all in the vanity mirror. “I want us to apply a little, just a little for highlight, on your …”

Helen looked at where I was looking, “On my breasts?”

“Yes, not much, just a little. And on your nipples, just enough for them to be highlighted.” I didn’t wait for a response, I just started. She took a deep breath as she sat before me, naked and a little more nervous. “You are going to be just fine once it gets started. Your love of Kaycee will take over and everyone and everything else will be secondary.”

Mom went to the closet and took out a fashion wardrobe bag, hung it on the bedroom door, unzipped it and pulled out white thigh high stockings, which she proceeded to help her put on. Then came her heels. New white strap-on high heels. Mom instructed her to face the full-length mirror. Next was a white leather collar, which Mom showed her before putting it around her neck. It had a white heart medal hanging from it that read, ‘Kaycee + Helen’. She shuddered, which was the reaction we hoped for.

She looked at us with the collar around her neck, “His … his name … is first.”

I put my hands on her shoulders, slid them down her arms and up her front, cupping her breasts. “You are about to officially, publicly, become his bitch. Don’t you think that’s appropriate?”

She shuddered, again, as I fondled her breast. “Ohhhhhhh … yes! Oh, Michele, mom, I can’t wait to give myself to him after I take my vows!”

“In front of everyone so they know exactly what relationship you have with your dog.”

“Oh, yes! Just like that, so they see what I am for him.”

It was 6:45. And, right on cue, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Tim’s voice came through, “All guests are present and ready under the tent.”

I called out, “Thanks, honey. We’ll be ready at 7:00, as planned.”

Then Mom brought out of the bag long, white, lacy gloves that went over Helen’s elbows. Then a pearl (yes, fake) waist chain with a lead of pearls hanging down as if pointing to her pussy. Helen was looking at herself in the mirror, then at Mom and me. She was clearly nervous. I reached over and squeezed her hand and she gave me a nervous smile.

Mom walked back to the bag hanging from the door. Helen watched through the mirror and her mouth dropped when she saw being pulled out, a seemingly never-ending, single layer, sheer lace, trailing wedding veil. When the headpiece was put onto her head and fastened in place with bobby pins, it was constructed of small flowers and more lace into almost a tiara look with the trailing veil flowing from the back. She threw both hands to my mouth, which was open. She gazed at Mom in the mirror as she looked at herself. Mom leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“It is the one I wore when I married your brother and sister.”

That sent a shudder through me. We were becoming so close and intimate that we all felt comfortable with these references. And if Mom went ahead with her thoughts of adopting Helen, it would be even more true. We stepped back and had smiles almost bigger than our faces.

Just then, we heard the clock in the entry chime on the hour. It was time. I turned her around and gave her a careful hug and light kiss on the lips. I stepped aside as Mom did the exact same thing. I stepped back in front of her, raised her chin with a finger and looked directly into her eyes. “Remember, my dear, loving sister, everyone out there is a friend and loves you. A few might be a surprise, but they are all here for you and you alone and to share in this special moment for you and Kaycee. Go out there, be the proud, strong, and determined young woman you are. You are there for Kaycee and yourself. The rest of us are only here to celebrate your union and commitment.”

“Thank you, Michele. Thank you, mom. I love you two so much! I get overwhelmed by what I have experienced here and what I have learned about myself here. Thank you a million times.”

“We love you, too, honey. We all do. Give Mom and me a couple minutes to get to our seats before coming out. Tim will be waiting at the patio door to walk you down the aisle. The three of us will be in the front row on one side and Harry, Juli, and Miss Stella will be in the front row on the other side of the aisle. Now, deep breath, we’ll see you out there. Love you.”

Mom and I left the bedroom and reclosed the door. I stopped at the patio door and kiss Tim on the lips. “Hi, handsome, do you have a date for this affair?”

“For the next few minutes I do but then I think I’ll be available.”

“I’ll look for you, then.” I kissed him again. “She’s a little nervous, but she’ll do fine. Wait until you see her.”

I followed behind Mom, but I couldn’t help but stop along the way to greet many of the people sitting along the aisle and waving at others. I noticed Mom was doing the same thing. I stepped quickly over to give a quick kiss on the cheek to Harry, Juli and then Miss Stella. She asked, “How is my girl?”

“Oh, Miss Stella, just wait until you see her.”

* * * CHAPTER 50B: HELEN’S COMMITMENT CEREMONY, PART 2 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.