Blackfeather
39 Golden Birthday
I LOVED HAVING MIRANDA in my head and in my body. The longer she was with me, the less I could tell the difference between us. We no longer even thought about who had control. We just did things. Kyle and Jason got along just as well. Aubrey adored Miranda and thought Jason’s cock was bigger than Kyle’s. I don’t know how she figured that since they share the same body. But she always knew who was in control at any time. There were a few times when I got confused. Over the next two years and even though there were a few little spats, we managed to work things out.
I had to pay a $500 fine and nearly lost my driver’s license the first time I let Miranda drive my Wrangler. We fought viciously the first time I threw my leg over the saddle on Pooky. I found myself wearing more skirts and dresses when we weren’t working and she complained less about wearing jeans when we were. Life was good.
I awoke one morning to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I had no clothes on and Miranda was examining my body. I was still a little sleepy, so I just let her conduct her examination while I drifted in and out of my conscious mind. Mirrors are a funny thing. In Miranda’s little home, she had a tiny mirror that Jason used for shaving. Other than the times we looked at our reflection in the window of the train and the brief time I saw her through Wolf’s eyes, I’d never really had the chance to look at her like she was looking at me now. I regretted that and I wasn’t about to interrupt her now.
She pulled my hair away from my head and let it slip through her fingers. It wasn’t as light as Kyle’s and nowhere near as blond as Jason’s had been, but it was still fine and silky. Kyle and Aubrey had taken time in the shower the night before to wash my hair and put conditioner in it as we stood beneath the spray of hot water. Both Jason and Miranda loved the shower and wanted to spend every moment they could there.
Miranda seemed fascinated by my little breasts and drew circles around my nipples with my finger. That just always drove me crazy and she was enjoying the feeling. She was equally intrigued by my armpits. Ever since Kyle and I started dating, I’d been careful to keep my pits and my legs shaved. I didn’t see any reason to shave the sparse hair of my pussy. It was only slightly thicker than the hair on my head and never seemed to be in the way of anything. Aubrey trimmed her thick black pussy hair but neither of us minded burying our faces in the other’s crotch. Or Kyle’s.
My pussy was the next place Miranda was headed. I blushed as she played with my hair and then spread my lips to look at me. It was different than Aubrey’s and certainly different from the wild tangle and thick, puffy lips I remembered of Katie’s. Miranda probed a little and touched my clit. I shivered.
If we’re going to do that, wouldn’t it be more comfortable in bed with our lovers?
“Ramie! You were so quiet in the back of my mind I thought you were asleep.”
I was, but having my nipples and clit played with gave me a wonderful dream of sexual congress.
She didn’t take her fingers away. I could feel my lubrication flowing with the stimulation. Well, I’d certainly played with her pussy enough times back in the nineteenth century.
“I never knew back then. It seems like just a day ago. A century and a half. I never knew if I was a comely woman. My voice was so ugly until Wolf healed my throat. And though they are scarcely visible now, you still feel the scars on your throat. It is so smooth and lovely now. Was that also the work of Wolf?” I nodded, lost in the sensations of her touch. She looked into my eyes. I could see her looking out of them. “We’re beautiful, Ramie. I love you.”
She continued to strum my clit with my fingers and when I came, I had to grab hold of the sink to keep from dropping to the floor. I saw something I’d never seen before. I’d never watched myself in a mirror while I had an orgasm but she’d held my eyes through the entire experience. I realized in that moment that it was not only Kyle, Aubrey, and Jason who were my lovers. Miranda and I had long since become lovers, too. It was a little confusing to have a lover sharing the same body with me. As I reached my peak, I moaned, “I love you.”
It had been difficult last summer with Caitlin and Phile. We’d been working on a section of fence and all stopped for a water break. Kyle was looking at Bells and Bows with his head nodding a little. Of course, paying attention to those two horses is the same as paying attention to Caitlin and Phile. The three of them started talking quietly. Aubrey and I looked over and they were locked in each other’s gaze.
When Kyle turned to get back to work, there were tears in his eyes. The kids jumped on Bells and Bows bareback and took off. They never rode with saddles and most of the time without reins, either. Of course, there was always a rifle scabbard on a horse we were riding and we still carried our handguns anywhere on the ranch. I watched them head up the mountain and turned to look at Kyle. He just shook his head.
The kids were gone for six weeks. When they came back, they looked just the same as when they left. They weren’t starving or ragged or dirty. They just said they had to take a break now that they’d graduated, and they knew how to live off the land. Kyle never said what they talked about.
Today is my golden birthday. I am twenty-two on November 22. Nearly all my senior classes are advanced practicums and my professors frequently bring students out to the ranch for practical equine management classes. I only have to go in to campus twice a week. Kyle, Aubrey, and I will graduate the day before Kyle’s 22nd birthday.
The family gathered together in the evening and Mom Mar brought out a birthday cake. On Kyle’s golden birthday, he got a truck. I bought my own Wrangler at the end of sophomore year. I figured at this age, I didn’t need any more presents than the hands that were held in mine.
I still got a couple surprises, though.
“What do you get the girl who has everything?” Mom Ash sighed. “You need to come to the barn for this.” If there is one thing that a horsewoman loves, it’s the thought of getting a new horse. I was right behind Mom Ash, dragging Kyle and Aubrey with me. Caitlin and Phile were laughing in the barn as we walked in. Standing between them was a beautiful black stallion. I approached him slowly so he could see me coming. Caitlin handed me the lead rope.
“The name, Midnight, isn’t all that original,” Ashley said. “But we registered him as Laramie’s Midnight Ride. He’s the last colt that Spook and Shadow’s sire threw. We got him from the same breeder and he’s a full sibling of your geldings. It’s not quite the same as being able to breed the geldings, but it’s close. He’s six years old. He can be ridden, but that’s not his major purpose. We figured L&K Stables needed a trademark stud.”
I handed the lead back to Caitlin and went to hug Mom Ash and then Mom Mar and Pa. This day couldn’t get much better.
Later on, the three of us—or five of us—were sitting on the sofa in our little apartment just hugging each other. We hadn’t gotten ready for bed yet. We just wanted to sit and make out for a while. I got up to answer the knock on our door and let Caitlin and Phile in.
“Happy birthday,” Caitlin said.
“Happy birthday,” Phile added. I hugged the kids.
“We didn’t give you your birthday present.” She handed me a beautiful polished wooden box.
“You two! This is beautiful!” It looked like a high grade silverware box that you’d find in an antique store and weighed enough to be full. “It’s locked.”
“Did Pa ever tell you about Schrödinger’s cat?” Phile asked. I glanced at Kyle and nodded.
“Yes. That all outcomes are possible until you open the box. Then the cat is either dead or alive.”
“Well, this has got a cat in it,” Caitlin said. “It’s both dead and alive until you open the box.”
“The thing is that you have to decide when you are ready to accept the outcome,” Phile continued. “When is it that your curiosity is so strong that you are willing to accept a dead cat over not knowing for sure?”
“When you make that decision, then you can open the box,” Caitlin said. She held out the key. All of a sudden, I didn’t even want to touch it. “You’re right. It’s not good to keep them together. I’ll keep the box safe. You take the key.”
“You know what?” I laughed. “You two are still brats.”
“Yeah,” Phile admitted, “but thank you for letting us be who we are.” He put his arm around his sister and hugged her close, as they kissed. “Goodnight.” They left.
“I’ve always kind of figured that,” Kyle said. “They just never show it.”
“They’re special. Different than us,” I said.
“You aren’t brother and sister,” Aubrey said. She’d long since accepted that in our heads, Kyle and I were no longer related, except as husband and wife. “And they just don’t care.”
“Is it that uncommon for siblings to wed?” Miranda asked. “In our time, it was not usual but was largely accepted, especially on the frontier. There often weren’t that many alternatives for women.”
“It’s illegal these days,” Kyle said. “The law assumes that all forms of incest are abusive. They use all kinds of garbage to support it that doesn’t make sense. There are genetic risks, but we live in the age of birth control. They can’t really use that to justify the law. It’s just that everybody seems to want to tell everybody else what marriage is or isn’t, or can or can’t be. Just understand that if anybody comes onto this ranch to take them away, there will be more dead bodies lying in the lawn.” Kyle was fierce and I thought I saw a glimpse of Jason speaking through him—like they were in unison. Aubrey kissed him.
I tied the key to my wolf’s teeth necklace. Someday I might open the box. Right now, though, I’m too happy to face the possibility of a dead cat.
As soon as the kids were gone, Aubrey started removing her clothes. When we started to join her, she pushed us back down on the couch and ‘made us’ watch her.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, as she stood naked in front of us. Kyle let out a low whistle.
“I think you are the most beautiful wife in the world,” I said. “The most beautiful woman.”
“I think the same thing every time I see you naked,” Kyle laughed. “Is it bedtime?”
“May I say that I hope you think kindly of my tongue and my privities tonight?” Miranda asked. Aubrey giggled.
“Well? Jason?”
“Aubrey, wife, when Miranda and Katie first broached the idea of both marrying me, I was overwhelmed. I was still reeling from thinking about Ramie and Kyle in our heads,” Jason said. “I loved Katie completely. I will always miss her. But you have found that hollow emptiness inside me and filled it with your love and passion. I see you standing before me naked and can only think how I would like to fill your hollow emptiness as well.”
“Wow! That was a pretty speech, Jason,” I said. “I hope you’ll consider filling me, too!”
“You don’t think I’m fat?” Aubrey said, prancing in front of us, but just out of reach.
“Honey! How could you even imagine that?” I cried. I caught hold of her and pulled her into my arms and Kyle stretched out to pillow his head on her thigh. “You have never been fat, Aubrey. Whatever gave you such an idea?”
“Well… I’ve never been pregnant before.”
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