Blackfeather
7 Lovers
“KYLE!” I called out.
“Oh, shit!” Aubrey was standing in the doorway. I was sitting on my bed propped up against our common wall with my hands in my panties and I’d just yelled out my brother’s name. Correct that. I wasn’t wearing panties. They dangled from my ankle and my T-shirt was bunched up beside me.
“Aubrey! You startled me. I was asleep.”
“Asleep and dreaming about your brother while you jill off. Ramie, that’s so sick.”
“It’s not like that. Honest. Aubrey, please don’t think that of me.” I started crying. “It’s not. It’s not.”
“Shit,” she said again.
She came over to the bed, pulled her clothes off and crawled in. I was still crying and she reached out to hug me. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in bed with Aubrey. We’d had lots of sleep-overs. Sometimes she even stayed in my room all night. We’d hugged and cuddled with each other. We’d seen each other naked plenty of times and I was plenty envious of her beautiful body. But we’d never hugged each other… naked. This could be even more embarrassing.
“I guess it wouldn’t be that bad if it was like that. I read that lots of brothers and sisters have a sexual attraction to each other. Tell me about what’s going through your head,” Aubrey whispered. “What are you thinking?”
“Just right now, I’m thinking what a total fox you are and how lucky my brother is,” I sniffed. “Honest, Aubrey. I wasn’t masturbating about my brother. When you guys go at it in his apartment, it’s like I can hear everything. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but you sound so sexy I just get carried away.”
“So, why’d you call out Kyle’s name when I walked in?”
“Oh.” I have to come up with something quick. “How long ago did you guys come in? Midnight?” She nodded. “It didn’t take you long to get started.” She giggled.
“We weren’t planning to come here, but we got so revved up I couldn’t stand it. I shouldn’t have barged in on you without letting you know,” she said.
“When you guys get going, it’s like having a porn video turned on. I thought I’d rub one off and then I’d be able to sleep, but it was really intense and I sort of wiped out. I was asleep and dreaming. You know we’ve had some wolf problems. I dreamed we were riding and a wolf was chasing us. It was really scary. There was a wolf coming at us from the side and I screamed at Kyle because he was going to get eaten.” There. That had enough elements of what had happened that I could live with it but there was absolutely no sexual connotation.
“So, I’m a big bad wolf about to devour your brother,” Aubrey laughed.
“Aubrey! No!” I moaned. Shit! I can’t get anything right—even when I make it up.
“You know I’m going to get one of those dream books and find out what wolves and getting eaten by them means,” she said. “You did look kinda like you were having a nightmare. Or an orgasm. It’s hard to tell.” Aubrey cuddled down into the bed and pulled the covers over us.
“I know you’re my brother’s girlfriend, but the two of you are my best friends in the world. I love you.” I whispered as we nodded off to sleep.
I woke up so completely at peace it was amazing. I couldn’t remember a single dream. I was all warm and cozy spooned in front of Aubrey with her cheek on my neck and her hand softly petting my…
I sat up straight and Aubrey flopped onto her back, her breasts jiggling around and flattening slightly against her chest. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“Do we have to get up?” she moaned. “I was having such a nice dream.”
“Aubrey!” I hissed. “Just what were you dreaming?” She grinned.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said. “I mean wake up naked with someone. You know, Kyle and I have never slept together. We have sex until we’re exhausted and then either he goes home or I slip in here. Holding you and waking up touching you with my bare skin was so nice.”
“You were petting my boobs,” I whisper-shouted. She was really shocked. I could tell she didn’t realize she was playing with me. I agreed that waking up naked with her was a nice feeling, but maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry, Ramie. I didn’t know I was doing that. I didn’t mean to violate you. You must think I’m some kind of horrid lesbian!”
“Aubrey! What’s horrid about lesbians? Criminy! You don’t think Mom Mar and Mom Ash are horrid, do you? I’m not saying you are or aren’t a lesbian, or bi like they are, but it wouldn’t be horrid. That’s a terrible thing to say.”
“I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. I don’t know what the hell I meant. I never even think about them, you know, being together. That doesn’t bother me. I mean, I was just upset that I was doing something without your permission and that was horrid of me. Not that if we were interested it would be a bad thing.”
That gave me pause. I looked at Aubrey. Her black hair and tan face with sleepy eyes. Her full round breasts. Her flat tummy. While I was looking her over, she flipped the sheet back and uncovered herself all the way down.
“I’m sorry.”
“Go ahead and look. I was feeling you up. Least I can do is give you an eyeful,” she said. She had a tuft of dark hair that concealed her pussy lips. She had wide hips and shapely legs. I breathed a huge sigh.
“I guess I was just curious. I didn’t mean to make a big issue out of looking at you, but damn, you are pretty,” I said. “I mean, I told Kyle that when I suggested you get together, but it’s been a while since eighth grade gym class. You are really pretty.” I was being a little too effusive. I shut up. We both got out of bed and started getting dressed. I was pretty sure Aubrey was looking at me as much as I’d looked at her, so I didn’t rush getting my panties on.
“Do you ever think about it, Ramie?” she asked quietly. “I mean about other women?”
“You mean like sex?” I said. She nodded. “You know, except when you and Kyle are pounding each other in the next room, about the only time I think about sex is when I’m rubbing one off so I can go to sleep. I mean, I fantasize about different guys. Maybe even double-teaming a guy, but not like actually going to bed with them.”
“Like who?” she giggled. I blushed.
“Well, maybe like Stan Armitage.”
“No! He’s so geeky!”
“Yeah, but if you put a bag over his head his body is pretty hot.”
“And gag him so you can’t hear his voice,” she laughed. “You’re right, though. From the neck down he’s not bad. Who gets to double-team him with you?”
“Well… you.” I was really blushing and realized that we were just standing there in our panties. “I used to think about Shelby sometimes, but she got so snotty after she and Forrest got together that we haven’t spent any time together for months.”
“That didn’t go anyplace anyway. They fucked each other, got mad, and won’t speak to each other anymore. I’m so glad it wasn’t that way for Kyle and me. What do we do when we’re together with a guy?” We were sitting on the bed and I watched as she tucked her tits into her bra. I didn’t bother with one and just pulled on a T-shirt. “I wish I could do that. Sometimes I hate having big jugs.”
“I bet Kyle likes them.” I grinned as Aubrey smiled.
“Come on. What do you think about?”
“Um… I don’t know. I guess we just do stuff to him. I don’t have a very good imagination. It’s usually enough to just imagine we’re there together and are going to have sex. It’s not like I write up whole stories about it. I think about us getting together and then I come and fall asleep.”
“Why bother to have me there?”
“It’s like… normal.” Aubrey looked at me with one of her coal black eyebrows raised. “It’s the whole thing with Pa and Mom Mar and Mom Ash,” I plunged on. “They all three share a bed. They love each other in any combination. It just seems normal to me.”
“Wow. Do you suppose Kyle thinks that way, too? I mean that normal is two women and a man? Like, who is he thinking he wants me go down on?” I laughed out loud and shoved my feet into my boots.
“Kyle doesn’t have any better imagination than I do,” I said. “You could probably bring a blow-up doll to bed with the two of you and he’d be fine with it.”
“Well, that’s encouraging.”
Aubrey hung around and had lunch with us Sunday morning. I think Kyle took too big a risk last night and the parents suspect she’s not really spending the night in my apartment. He took Aubrey home and was gone a long time before he finally got back. I couldn’t wait to talk to him. I still had to wait my turn. Pa told him to saddle up because they were going for a ride. I started to get Pooky and Pa waved me off.
“Men-talk,” he said. “Moms want to see you.”
I headed for the house. I can’t be in too much trouble. I’m not having sex with anyone.
“How are you doing, honey?” Mom Mar asked. She and Mom Ash were cuddled together in Pa’s big chair in the office. I had my feet tucked under me on the couch.
“Pretty good. It was fun being up on the range. We gotta do something about those wolves, though. They’re spooking the cattle.”
“Yes,” Mom Ash said. “About your brother and Aubrey. How are you doing?” I just knew Mom Ash wouldn’t let me slide.
“Um… okay,” I whispered. “You know they’re both my best friends. I’m happy for them.”
“Are you sexually active?” Mom Mar asked. I turned about fifty shades of red.
“No!”
“You know I don’t just mean with a boy,” Mom Mar said. “You and Aubrey have been close and she stays overnight with… with you a lot. We just want to tell you that’s okay. You don’t have to hide a relationship with her from us if you develop one.”
“But be careful,” Mom Ash said. “Boys—even Kyle—have fragile egos. Try not to hurt your brother. He’s seen Mary Beth and me for enough years that he can deal with the concept, but he might not be ready for the reality in his own life.”
Wait! What? Moms thought I was having sex with Aubrey??? Or might? You gotta be kidding! I think.
“Moms, it’s not like that! She just comes to spend the night with me so she and Ky…” Shit! Did they just trick me into admitting Aubrey was spending time in Kyle’s room?
“Yes? So she and Kyle what?” Mom Ash smirked.
“Mo-om,” I moaned.
“Oh, quit complaining,” Mom Mar laughed. “We could see what you were doing for Kyle from the beginning. That’s why he’s out riding with Pa. And just for safety’s sake, it’s high time you went to see Doctor Martin. She’s very kind and you should probably be prepared for dating and the possibility of sex—male or female. The thing is, you’ve got to be more careful around the kids. On one hand, they’re thirteen and know everything there is to know about life. On the other hand, for all that they are hellions, they’re children.”
“But we are serious about the other, too, Ramie,” Mom Ash said. “It was obvious to see how close you and Aubrey are when you walked up to the house for breakfast this morning. If the two of you get involved, just try not to hurt your brother. Whether Aubrey is in the equation or not, he’s still going to be your brother. You’ve always been best friends as well as siblings. Don’t mess that up when it’s more important than ever.”
“What were you doing in Baltimore?” I demanded when I finally got Kyle alone after supper. We were walking out to the bunkhouse to get ready for bed.
“Huh? What are you talking about? I figured you were all antsy to find out what Pa and I talked about.”
“I am. But in Baltimore. In the cavalry. Who is your host?”
“Ramie, I don’t have any idea what you are talking about. You know as well as I do, I’ve never been farther from home than Colorado. And don’t particularly want to.”
“But…”
“Pa wanted to make sure I was using condoms when I was with Aubrey. He didn’t say they were okay with us making love, but he didn’t forbid it. What did Moms tell you?” The abrupt change of subject left me speechless.
What the fuck? I goddamn saw him in Baltimore in 1865. And he still won’t talk about it. Fine!
“They wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you when Aubrey and I have sex,” I said. There. Chew on that a while.
“Oh.” He hesitated in his step. I turned to tell him I wasn’t. I didn’t really want to hurt him. I didn’t get a chance to speak. “It’s okay,” he said. “I mean, Aubrey and I love each other, but we’re not like we own each other. I know you’ve been close to her for as long as I have. Longer. You saw her naked before I did, remember? I can deal with that. Yeah. It’s kinda hot.”
“I’m not, Kyle. I was teasing. Really. And if you don’t want to talk about the other, I won’t ask again. I just get kinda lonely sometimes.” I could feel how red in the face I was getting. This was so embarrassing. I was not trying to get into Aubrey’s panties. Was I?
“Hey, sister. I still got your back,” he said as he put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze.
“Let’s go up to Casper next Saturday,” I said. I could change subjects pretty fast, too. “Can you take a day off from seeing your lover?”
“Hell, yes. We ain’t joined at the hip, you know. I’ll go see her on Sunday.”
On Monday, I went down to the trading post in Laramie. It was run by an old Indian I knew named Merv Longsteer. He nodded to me when I went in.
“You just prowling around today or you want something special?” he asked.
“Knife,” I answered briefly. “Good one I can learn to defend myself with.” Miranda had a knife in her boot thanks to our encounter in Baltimore. But I was willing to bet she wasn’t getting any opportunity to practice with it. If I got dropped back into her in an emergency again, one of us had to know how to use that knife.
Merv motioned me around the counter and into the back yard. He turned and tossed me a knife. I jerked aside and let it land on the ground before I realized it was a plastic thing. I bent to pick it up and Merv flashed toward me with an identical blade faster than an old man should be able to move.
He snatched the practice blade out of my hand and retreated to the other side.
“Let’s try that again,” he said. That started my training. Merv had taught hand-to-hand combat for the Marines in Viet Nam and the Philippines. He tossed the knife to me again and I managed to grab it mostly by the handle. He slowed down and showed me different grips and why they were useful. I went down to Laramie for a couple hours every day that week to work with Merv. At the end of the week, he showed me the knife I should buy. He said that buying the knife paid for my training.
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