Super Nova Part 1

Chapter 200

Super Nova

Part 1

I never thought my life could get any more complicated as I climbed into the car Mom tossing me the keys. It became something she did every time I came home turning over all the driving to me, the moment I walked in the door. She liked the idea of me driving her around. Even more so when I did got my license and lived more at home then I did with the Rothwell’s. Susan, on the other hand, hated the fact she had to wait to earn all her points for her learners permit before she could actually get her drivers licenses. Whereas all I had to do was take the test and smile for the camera and it was a done deal. It made it harder because my mother didn't have a reliable car when I graduated and moved out.

She had to rely on cars that had seen better days that had two wheels in the junkyard graveyard, and nobody to fix them other than the local mechanic Tischner. It was never for free. Like today’s visit when all she had to do is sign on the dotted line that these services were done and watched the guy post her temporary plate in the back window. Unlike today you have issued a real license plate and all the stickers to go with it. She smiled and practically skipped out to the car and kissed the hood asking me what we should name her.

My mother always named their cars with a name that either came with their problems like Shasta (Shasta has to have this or Shasta has to have that) the Gas guzzler, the Blue Bomb because it was big and blue or Stinky because it always smelled of oil and exhaust and it was black and white.” I named it Nova, Super Nova and it lived up to its name. It did everything and more that it surprised people stating it went places that most cars couldn’t go. I also learned a lot from that car by doing nearly all the repairs and upgrades my self with my friends help that knew all about cars.

Let’s just say I became good friends with the junkyard boss and got everything for a song with a very good discount. Over the years I had that car… there wasn’t anything on that car I haven’t touched. Dad was right no ones first car needed to be right off the dealer’s lot. Because the Super Nova was the best car I had ever had and I regret the day I let them tow it away to become pop cans, instead of putting a brand new engine in it. Instead, I invested in another used one and lasted almost 6 months before reinvested in my first brand-new car off the showroom floor and another one 3 years later and another 6 years later and so on. Not one of those cars ever outmatched my Super Nova.

Dad told me when I called him to check in that I needed to buy myself the most outrages things to complete my introduction that says the Super Nova belonged to me. Like maybe something to hang from the mirror, a bumper sticker, but most of all a key ring and not just any key ring; something that says me all over it, something that sets me and my keys apart.

He told me when I find it I will know. At I thought he was nuts, but I had seen his key ring he had the statue of liberty on it. He had told me that is where he and Mom first kissed before deciding to have kids. Mom had a statue of Christ on hers sitting with sheep. Shane had to pairs of gold dice reminding him he always wants to see Vegas. Jody had one of her little VW bugs with eyes on it. And Kerry’s had a picture of her and her husband on it and which would soon have her baby on it as well.

My father's key-ring didn’t have anything on it just a bunch of keys that reminded me of a jailer. Even my mother's keys had nothing but a ring on it. So I made that my goal today to find something that said it was me, that and to make sure I kissed Eli often. I almost drew the line holding his hand, but I liked it when he held it when we sat together waiting for them to quickly inspect the car.

I wanted him to drive it too, but he had never been behind the wheel of a car before… and I wanted it to be a special moment, something he and I would share. So he rode in the back with Greg and Becky with Mom sitting next to me and Jennie taking the window seat. It was going to be a very tight fit with four in the back and three up front. But the Super Nova was a big girl and I knew she could handle it. Mom placed her hand on my knee and rubbed it; going awfully close to my crotch area, in fact, I nearly jumped out of my skin when she went for it. I whispered. “Mom not here,” she put on silly grins and rubbed me and undid my zipper. I slapped her hand away said. “I am driving and not in front of everyone.” Mom let go and I re-zipped myself.

The moment we pulled in front of Greg’s houses and popped the trunk and smiled seeing all the room and learning that back seat fold down which I hadn’t noticed last night being so dark wondering if I put a mattress in it would be big enough to have sex in it, I couldn’t wait to find out. In fact, I noticed several other details like the seats were cracked and ripped in some places and the carpet needed help.

Greg had me pop the hood so he could take look at the engine and show me where everything was that I would need to maintain it. Mom kept her distance not caring about boys talking about cars. All she wanted to know was how to put the key in and if it would start nothing else. Everything I needed seemed to pile in a huge list in my eyes.

Greg said I got for a steal and way below fair market value which I had no clue at the time what that meant. I knew about oil, and everything else finding them quickly. I noticed the belts and hoses all had been replaced as well as the spark-plugs and wires and so on. At the time all I knew were the basics, but later on or should say within a week I knew that car like the back of my hand thanks to Greg and his Dad and the man at the junkyard. I’ll I saw was my bank account being tied to the car.

In many ways it was and in many ways, I worried what my mother was doing to it while she had it. Knowing cars and she don’t last long. She tried to get me to change the name telling me calling a Supper Nova doesn’t sound like a good car name, but I refused to change it.

Once we had gone over every inch of the car now that we could see it in the daylight and Greg was satisfied I had really gotten a really good deal. And would be a sweet ride with some modifications; like changing the blah interior that needed new seats or a cover, some awesome hubcaps and new tires which I was told would need replacing by the end of next summer and with a little spray paint and a good cleaning. It would be a babe magnet.

I knew I entered into that category now that I had my own car. Shane’s was a loner, and I couldn’t drive it in Heber when I am Nate Carrion being glued to a wheelchair. Here I was Eric Rothwell and Eli was just my gay lover while I was married to his sister Rhoda who doesn’t have any likeness to him other than his father’s light blue eyes and his mother’s dark red hair. 

Rhoda had light green eyes and long brown wavy hair so no one would even think they related unless they knew his mother who his dead and his father who is under house arrest in Heber somewhere and the same with Rhoda mother who is also dead. I questioned if babe magnet was what I was looking for considering my complicated married life.

Either way, it was still cool, but items I needed to make it become a babe magnet sounded pricey, with Greg assurance that I could get it all for a song except for the tires, but even those I could get for a song if I was willing to get them at wreaking yard. I told him it couldn’t hurt save money, which was true. Yet my wallet pulled even tighter after I pulled out a good chunk out of my savings account just get my baby who I only get to see every once and while. It hurt knowing that, but life as I knew it wasn’t easy. I made my mother promise me that Susan would never get to drive it.

She asked me why not I said. “Because she doesn’t know what responsibility means, she not willing to pays for gas or the upkeep. She doesn’t have a job to do it and refuses to get one. She’s not even willing to pay for her part of the clothes she ruined and my father wouldn’t if Bishop Earl wasn’t making him and you know it.”

She cringed and promised me, but I doubted she would keep it. Yet the only thing I had going for me was she had never been behind the wheel of a car. My mother had no patience in teaching her. I heard her tell Susan that many times ever since she saw me driving that only way she was going to learn is in Drivers Ed. Mom said I had a point and we dropped the subject.

Mrs. Earl frowned when she saw Becky and said. “You should be joining your sister helping the mothers today in babysitting and preparing food for the elderly not going shopping for boy’s clothes.”

Becky said. “Why? I didn’t ruin them, and bedsides Susan just going sit on the couch with her books, and Dad said she didn’t have to do it.”

She said. “Is that so? Well, then I am about to ruin yours and your sisters day.” I waited to see who was going to drive and became apparent that I was. As everyone got back into the car which was now way crowed busting at the seams.

Mrs. Earl took charge telling me where to go as I drove down the street and turning where she told me to turn. I pulled up to a house I was unfamiliar with, only by knowing the existences of the house not the people inside it. Mrs. Earl had me and Eli get out so she could introduce us. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but wouldn’t matter much because on Sunday everyone would be told about us and our strange marriage.

A woman I didn’t know opened the door. Her name at the time wasn’t all that important Mrs. Earl said. “I brought Becky she said she would like to help her sister today. Becky, you know Mrs. Clark she the relief society president over the girls Mrs. Clark this is Eric and Eli the ones I told you about.”

She looked at me and she shook hands, our ring glowed and Eli gasped she smiled. “Well, that was something I wasn’t excepting.” letting our hands drop Eli whispered to me if I saw that and felt that weird feeling.

I nodded said. “It’s the feeling I get when I know I can trust someone without a doubt, but the ring thing was new.” I didn’t have to explain what I meant by that. He knew that and he went on faith I was right, for the first time since we were married he felt that feeling which the opposite feeling was when we touched some like the HB or HJ or members of the satanic church. I wasn’t surprised that she knew that I was adopted and it was an open adoption.

I waited for her to give me something that said she didn’t approve of the idea of Eli and I were married. Instead, she had us come in so she could introduce us to the rest of the ladies and the girls. As she sent someone to fetch Susan from her comfortable church couch.

She giggled when the ladies she sent telling them. “Susan being Susan again.” Like that said it all while she invited us in watching us boys remove our shoes before going in the house. She didn’t say anything instead like most homes like ours it was considered polite seeing the line of shoes at the door. Mom, Jennie did likewise after seeing the pile as Mrs. Earl adds hers by habit. Becky was about to leave hers on tell Mom whispered her to do it.

Mrs. Clark said to the girls and the ladies in the house. “Now don’t get your hopes up girls; these two young men are married. Not just to each other but too of the two girls I have sent on errands.” I saw them licking their lips nodding. As we each shook hands, of course, Eli had to go first as he took each girls hand and kissed it when he looked into their eyes and they giggled. I did likewise adding a “Very nice to meet such beauties like the shining sun standing in the garden like a rose.”

Jennie gasped my mother said. “My son the romantic, I haven’t the clue where he gets it from.”

I said. “I read poetry Mom and Shakespeare.”

Eli rolled his eyes and said. “It is true my dearest maiden your beauty compels the sun to shine. For without it there would be no roses in our gardens of grandeur. No sweet smells, no softness upon its petals like beauty that compels me to kiss such delicate and soft skin that is fairer than the very roses themselves.”

I laughed. “Such grandeur my dear husband and we be married not only too our brides but to every rose that blooms in our garden of loveliness.”

Mrs. Clark said. “Ok boys, if you keep wooing my ladies will have a riot to the altar.”

One the girls asked Eli if it was really true we were married I said. “Yes, to him and our two girls, its old family custom on Eli’s side of the family. And before you ask we kiss, we four share a bed and we do have sex just like any married couple. Eli is my first husband.” Eli explained that we can have up to three husbands and 3 living wives, and many lovers. But the ones that we are married to are the ones we provide for, which opened to even more questions.

Eli answered them all and they seemed more interested in how our wives felt about it and if we really kiss. I proved it as I pulled Eli closes and kissed him. Becky was the only one that said yew gross. Everyone else stood there gasping. I kissed Greg and Eli kissed him. Greg said he was considering being my second husband. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get a reaction out of his mother or not, because she didn’t seem too shocked about it.

Eli said. “Already? We have only been married a few days and he’s already on his second husband.”

I asked if I had a problem with that he said, “No, if I can marry his sister Cindy or marry Mrs. Benson, daughter?”

I nodded. “A fine choice, we will, of course, have to ask our wives if they like our choices.”

Mrs. Earl quickly stated. “Don’t you think you need to ask the parents first?”

Eli said. Why? We are not proposing marriage to the parents.”

I said, “Eli it's customary here to ask the parents first.”

He nodded and said. “Wives first then parents got it. But can we least wait 6 months to a year before we marry again? It makes it sound we get bored too easily. That’s why we have lovers, to fulfill that need.” I nodded and kissed him again.

Becky said. “If they are going to do that all day I am staying here.”

Mom said. “I like it when they kiss; it shows that they really love each other?”

Becky said. “Yew Mom, Really? I prefer only kissing boys, not girls.” The other girls in the room agreed. Well not all them. Some gave the girl they most likely have kissed a silly smile.

Mrs. Clark said. “Well then, let me say I for one find it little strange, but I’d be lying if I wasn’t a little uncomfortable, but that is because I am not used to seeing it, but I have heard in some countries and religions that it does happen. So I am sure in time I will get over it and just say welcome to our ward Eli and please make yourself welcome and ignore those that find your customs strange and not understanding. I can’t wait to introduce you to my boys and husband, their out doing service projects in the ward.  Perhaps if you boys get time you can lend a hand. Normally I’d insist on it, but you do need clothes to wear after all we can’t let you run rounded like nudist.”

I smiled and said. “Mrs. Clark, Mrs., Earl or my mother must have forgotten to tell you I am nudist.”

She said. “Oh, I didn’t forget. I was just thinking they were joking.” I shook my head and pulled out my wallet and took out a picture of my Rothwell family. She paled when she noticed we were all naked and blushed. The girls all wanted to look too she quickly said. “Absolutely….” She paused when she was going to tell them “Not or no” then realized it wouldn’t make a lot of difference and said, “You only do that at home right?” Considering I had just confirmed her worst nightmare.

Greg shook his head she gasped taking a seat. I said. “It’s our first rule when we are invited inside someone’s home other than just a quick visit. That we tell them up front we are nudists. So they don’t get freaked out if we come out of the bathroom naked or out of the person’s bedroom if we are spending the night. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before I am sure. It’s only how God made us, nothing to be embarrassed about. Boys have a penis and girls inside plumbing and breasts of course. All beautiful, all unique at least that’s what my adoptive parents taught me.”

She nodded as I slipped the picture back into my wallet; the girls eyed Greg he nodded confirming he could be counted in that group. Mrs. Clark looked up at Mrs. Earl and she nodded said. “Guilty as charged.”

The girls giggled, Becky said. “Why is it that he gets away with it and I can’t?”

Mom said. “You know why?”

Becky growled. “Dad, you make my life a living hell,” I had to agree with that statement.

Becky and Jennie stayed after deciding they rather not watch me Eli and Greg kiss each other. I waited to see who would drive and felt a little relieved that my mother decides to drive, mostly because she knew she couldn’t do much or if she could get away with fondling me in front of Mrs. Earl. But I knew most likely she could because I have seen Greg have sex with his Mom many times, but I didn’t think my mother knew that and let on that I didn’t want to cross that bridge at least not yet anyway.

I still had a problem with it when it came to her, it was more of a trust issue than anything else it was her that told Jennie and Paul about me and Eli having sex together and the reason why even though I felt it was non of their damn business, but I had feeling it was done over pillow talk which made it even worst.

Yet the other question I had was I wasn’t exactly sure if Greg was kidding about being my second husband, and his mother really didn’t want to find out when she cringed when Eli brought it up. Eli and I were little more curious as Eli point blank asked him if he was kidding or if he was serious because of last nights conversation. As we three boys took the backseat of the car giving us a chance to stretch out our long legs. I noted the time and it was a little after 11 am. We had planned to be back by 3 or four in time to help with dinner.

Greg said he wasn’t kidding, stating he rather be married to me than some boy he didn’t know. Then apologized to Eli because that’s how we really met. He shrugged it if off and I asked his Mom how she felt about it. She said she still needed time to digest the idea, but  she said it did have merit. She too would prefer that it was me other than some boy she didn’t know. Greg acted like the question was settled asking how it would work. I shook my head said. “I am not exactly sure how it would work considering if I had 3 husband and 3 wives, and each of them had husbands and wives and so on. It gave me one big headache.”

Eli said. “That’s where the money and the power come in, but at first we would decide if we could support our families, including home, life and all its attachment that was why they waited for at least 6 months to a year before consummating the marriage. Due to age, we would all have to have enough income to provide the lifestyle; for our group alone. But in most cases, once our second husband takes on his first wife, they move out on their own supporting them and his married group. If they are all wealthy they build a gigantic house or they build a home near their first marriage partner. Until they move up into a higher position in the satanic church.

“Allowing them too separate almost like a divorce and become only lovers, but if Greg married you he would also be required to marry his first wife by the time he was 20. So he can have children of his own, but he usually still lives with his parents until he 18 because of the state laws requiring him to have a guardian of some kind he can live in the same house as his first husband until he turns 18 even if he is married, but when that happens they no longer share the same marriage bed without permission first, because he has started his own tier.

“Yet when he turns 18 he usually moves out or has moved to a different room in the house anyway so the original four or the two if the first husband and his second wife haven’t married again. When that happened it becomes just Eric and Rhoda being married while others they have married are in name only, for power and influences no longer needed for support and can live on their own and we all become just lovers with influence. That’s why Mr. Grayson was High Bishop first husband. He married and started his own tier once he had moved up the ladder and was able to support his own wives, husbands, and children. Yet he will always be his first husband in name only and be lovers with benefits.

“That’s why your first is special because it gives you your lifelines a starting point. The second husband is usually done for love and protege telling everyone that you are moving up, not only in money but in power also. That is why you weigh it out if they are going to be just your lover or your wife or husband. Make the wrong choice too quickly you have nothing but nightmares like a certain High Bishop we know and my father. Power and Money isn’t everything if you have 3 nagging wives and husbands on your heels pulling you down or trying to kill you.

“One of the reasons why we have honor guards to prevent that from happening and even those can backfire on you like we just watched how the fallen Queen manipulated him and tried to kill him by using his own men that fallen Queen personally trained. It will be our first propriety when we get back to Heber to bring in our own honor guards; it will show power not only for your adoptive parents but as for us as well.” And I thought my life was already complicated. Thanks, Dad for causing me another great big headache. I turned asked Greg. “Marriage or lover?”

He smiled. “Marriage hands down.” 

I heard his mother groan and Mom laughed. “It had to be the poetry and the Shakespeare.”