Blackfeather
32 That Which God Hath Joined
“…IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH, to love and to cherish; until death do you part?”
“I do,” I said. I turned to my right and looked at Jason Wardlaw. I could see my brother looking out of his eyes.
“Do you, Jason Wardlaw, take Miranda Lewis to be your lawfully wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do you part?”
“I do.” It was Jason’s voice but all I could still see was Kyle.
“Forasmuch as Miranda and Jason have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining of hands and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you man and wife. That which God hath joined together, let no man rend asunder. You may kiss the bride,” the preacher said.
Somewhere as I was lost in his lips, I heard the bellows of the pump organ puff and a joyous chorus rang out. Yet I felt a familiar presence and was aware of Katie’s hand held in mine. We turned to face the few people who came to wish us well and walked down the aisle arm-in-arm. No one commented to us as Katie climbed the stairs to our apartment with us.
“Husband Ramie,” Katie whispered. “Are you truly with us in our marriage?” I tried to answer but Miranda kept her voice.
“Katie, dear, Ramie is here and when you and I make love it will be as the three of us in holy matrimony. But before you and we have our moment of bliss, with which we are already familiar, we must discover how to please our husband,” Miranda said. She kissed Katie softly and I felt the genuine love that had developed between the two women. It was not just me.
You will find Jason has ideas in that regard.
“Friend Ramie, how many weddings did we just have?” Miranda asked silently. “I fear our wedding bed will be crowded.”
Miranda!
We giggled as Jason turned to look in my eyes and I was lost in his kiss once again. How many of us, indeed? I could still hear the echo of the preacher’s voice declaring, “That which God hath joined…” My lips left Jason’s and he turned his head only a fraction to capture Katie’s mouth. I was so glad that we had joined together in courtship all the way back in Omaha. I had no discomfort seeing Jason kiss my wife.
“I do not know how to… what to do,” Jason gasped. “My wives. My loving Miranda. My sweet, sweet Katie. Now that we are wed…” He was truly at a loss. Of course, the church would only recognize Jason and Miranda as husband and wife, but Katie was as married to us as we were. Even the people in church saw us sitting on either side of Jason every Sunday morning. But now that we were truly together, none of us had a good idea as to how to do it. And we were all just a little frightened.
“Do you wish me to leave you alone while you… consummate your marriage?” Katie asked quietly. I grabbed hold of my lover before she could back away and kissed her with ferocity.
“No, Katie. We have shared each other’s love for four years. Do not abandon me. Let us find a way to share this time, as well,” I said. “Perhaps we could make ourselves a bit more comfortable. Say, by removing our shoes so we do not scrape each other.”
We worked on it. For once, corsets worked to our advantage. Neither Katie nor I could bend enough to remove our own shoes. Jason gallantly knelt before us as we sat in the fireside chairs and unlaced our shoes, as Katie and I giggled, and pulled our skirts up a little higher than strictly necessary. His touch, as he took our invitation to caress our calves and rub our feet, was electric.
“Stockings, too,” I whispered. He looked up into my eyes as he rolled the silk stockings down and, for the first time, touched skin that was not my hand or face. Katie moaned as Jason stroked her skin. As quickly as we could manage it, the two of us set about removing Jason’s boots.
And then we just kept going.
Bit by bit we revealed our lovers, laughing through the unlacing of corsets and unbuttoning of Jason’s union suit. Jason bent to whisper in my ear as Katie and I reclined on the bed in our bloomers and chemises.
“My friend is encouraging me to remove all our clothing,” he said. I could see the red flush in his cheeks. “Is that the proper way?”
“We are not whores. We are your wives. In the brothels, I am told, they simply pull up their skirts and plunder their sex. The privilege of a husband is to have all of us. And our privilege is to have all of you,” Miranda said. “Please, my loving husband, help me to remove Katie’s chemise. She has such wonderful, proud little breasts that I cannot help but worship them when I see them.”
It made it easier for us to work two on one. With both Jason and I removing Katie’s last articles of clothing it was a simple step to turn to my garments. We three finally lay on the bed, naked and gasping, as we kissed each other and let our hands explore for the first time.
I’d caught glimpses of Kyle’s cock as he brought Aubrey to me or vice versa. But I’d never been confronted with a fully erect and ready penis. Certainly, it was beyond Miranda’s experience and our heart was attempting to escape our chest. I pulled Jason’s hand to my privities and let him touch the wetness he found there. He did not need my guidance to locate the center of my pleasure. I had a feeling he was getting guidance from elsewhere.
“Jason. Husband. Cover me. Make me truly your wife. Please be gentle. But make me yours. I am ready.”
Jason moved between my legs. Katie scooted closer to us and reached to hold Jason’s cock at the entrance to my body.
“Yes!” Miranda hissed as he tore through the remnants of her maidenhead. I clutched him to me, holding him still while I adjusted to this new intrusion. I was full—stretched. In my other life, Aubrey had inserted a vibrator in me on occasion. That life was forgotten in the instant that Jason entered me. There had always been a kind of double-vision with both Miranda and my perceptions held separately. But in this instant, we were truly one person. We shared the joy. We shared the love. And as Jason moved through my slippery channel, we shared the orgasm that ripped through our body and the tears that fell from our eyes. “I love you. I love you,” I wept as I felt his seed flow into me. I looked into his eyes and saw the love, not only of Jason, but of Kyle. I came again.
It was not as awkward to shift the focus to Katie as I feared. As we basked in the afterglow, she covered our faces with kisses. Jason lifted himself from me and slipped to the other side of Katie so that she and I could embrace. I kept my fingers in her snatch to work her to a frenzy and as I kissed her lips, Jason covered her strong back with kisses. I pushed Katie to her back and grasped Jason’s reawakened cock to pull him to her.
“Husbands. Lovers,” Katie whispered as Jason entered her.
“Ramie? Are you there?” The whisper was so soft I thought it was Katie at first. I opened my eyes and looked at Jason. It was Kyle who looked back at me. “Ramie?”
“Yes, Kyle. It’s me. You were such a wonderful lover to Miranda. No wonder Aubrey loves you so much.”
“It was amazing. I love you, Ramie.”
“Kyle?”
“We made love, Ramie. I love you!”
“Kyle, Miranda and Jason made love. Not you and me.” I caught my breath. I knew. I knew when I looked in his eyes that it was Kyle. I came as hard for him as for Jason. Was it possible? Was it possible that I was in love with my brother? A tear moistened Kyle’s cheek. Even looking at Jason, suddenly all I could see was Kyle. “I love you, Kyle. In our world we are a brother and sister who love the same woman. In this world we are husband and wife with an extra wife tossed in.”
“She is a spitfire. Ramie, I… we love her as much as Miranda. When we get back to our world, can we…?” He left it hanging and I could see the pleading in his eyes.
“No, Kyle. Here we can be together. Not there.”
“I know. I didn’t know how much I loved you until I spoke those vows in the church. Do you think they’d mind if we made love now?”
“That which God hath joined together,” I whispered as I moved my hips. I felt Kyle harden and welcomed his loving with my whole body and my whole heart. It was long and slow and beautiful. I felt Miranda chuckle and then peacefully come along for the ride.
We kissed and stayed connected as we looked in each other’s eyes, lying side-by-side. Kyle caressed my breasts and played with my nipples. He kissed my neck and throat and I threw back my head to give him better access, moaning as he loved me. I pushed him to his back and rolled on top of him as I increased the speed of our joining. He reached up and sucked my left nipple into his mouth and I pressed down on him, rotating my hips to rub my clit against his pubic bone. I pinched at his nipples and he almost came up off the bed. I felt the head of his cock flare inside me and it sent me near the edge. I moaned and, as if in stereo, I could hear Miranda echoing me in the back of my mind.
“Fill me. Let me feel you deep inside. I love you. I’m gonna . . .” I couldn’t hold back the spasms as my pussy clenched around his cock and milked it and I came in a gusher that soaked the bed beneath us. He pulsed and I felt every hot jet of his sperm splash within my vagina. “I love you.”
I felt Katie’s embrace as she whispered, “I love you, Husband Ramie.”
Once was not enough.
We did not go to church on the Sabbath. Jason worshipped Miranda’s body and joined her in driving Katie to yet another climax. In an act of sublime submission, Miranda let me drive as I sucked Jason until he came in my mouth. It choked me a little and brought tears to my eyes. The look of rapture on Jason’s face made it worthwhile, though. And once Katie saw it, she had to try it as often as she could, sometimes switching back and forth between eating my pussy and sucking Jason’s cock.
It was so strange for me to be able to look at Jason and see Kyle. They weren’t that much alike. Kyle was much taller and Jason was even fairer, though always red from the sun. He must be of some Scandinavian stock somewhere along the line. Of course, I wasn’t much like me, either. Miranda barely topped five-foot in her stocking feet. I felt downright dainty in Miranda’s body. Even though she had bigger tits.
Still, we seemed to have all five accepted each other. And we loved what we shared. Katie had an uncanny ability to recognize when either Kyle or I was driving and even, on occasion, demanded that Kyle make love to her. Miranda and I could speak aloud, one after the other, and she could follow which was which without hesitation.
And that had changed as well. Miranda’s damaged voice had softened. It was not quite the sweet musicality that it had once been, but it was no longer harsh and raspy. Her throat no longer burned with the remembered injury.
What happened to your voice?
“The night of the wolf.”
Just ‘Wolf.’ Not ‘the wolf.’
“You did not leave, after all. I sensed your presence as it calmed me. I was in the middle of the wilderness with a horse, a crow, and a wolf. But you calmed me. Just before you departed, Wolf licked me. I knew in my heart that he had healed my head and my ankle. I silently asked him for my voice. He licked my throat and then you were gone.”
He had to come to my time to collect his pack—his family. Then he returned to his own time. It happened just when we joined you for the wedding.
“When is his time? Has he come back here? I mean now?”
I believe his time is before what we know as time. I was inside his head, Miranda. It was amazing. He is Wolf. The first of his name. Just as that old crow you mentioned is Raven. Not a raven, but the first of his kind. The Raven of Indian legends.
“Why did you choose such an ignorant host for your travel, Friend Ramie? You know so much more about everything than I do.”
Not so. I have learned from you more about love and labor than I ever could in my time. You are quick and clever. I have done little more than awaken you to the possibilities.
“And I will never close my mind to them again.”
“Husband Ramie,” Katie whispered as she kissed my lips. I still loved the taste of her—whichever lips I kissed.
“What is it, Katie dear?”
“Will you and Husband Kyle make love to me? I feel that we shall lose you soon. I will love and cherish Miranda and Jason. But once more, will the two of you make love to me?”
“I’m here, beloved,” Kyle whispered behind her. “You are a treasure, Katie, and we love you.”
I kissed her deeply, touching her nipples. Kyle’s fingers joined mine as we loved her. My hand drifted to her sex to find it moist and open. I reached through to guide Kyle’s cock into her. Katie’s fingers began searching the folds of my pussy and soon found my clit, ready for her attentions.
It was so beautiful—so loving. In all the time since our first coupling, I had not thought of Kyle as my brother, but as one of the five of us bound together in marriage. This was no different. In my mind, I felt Miranda cuddle against me, almost as if she and I were lovers. I wondered if Kyle felt the same relationship with Jason.
I lifted my lips to kiss Kyle over the top of Katie as Katie nibbled my ear and neck, sending chills up and down my spine. Kyle’s tongue gently probed into my mouth. I met it with a feeling of complete love and sensuality as all three of us rose to our climax. Katie had managed to latch onto my nipple and I stroked both Kyle’s balls and her clit as we all three came together.
And Raven called.
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