Portia's Gift

Leaving my side, Miranda ran over to Vivian and, hugging her tight, picked her up in the air and bounced her around like they had just won the lottery. I'm not sure what kind of reaction I expected Miranda to display upon hearing the truth, but that was not one I had imagined.

"Oh my God, you guys are soooo rad! I can't believe it! And here I thought I was hot shit when it came to sex… Viv, are you going to fuck him tonight? Can I watch you guys go at it before I take my turn?"

My and Vivian's heads were spinning by this point. Before that day, the only person who knew the truth about us wanted to crawl under a rock and die whenever she thought about her children in an intimate embrace. Now here was someone treating us like rock stars and asking if she could join the band! Vivian tried to articulate a response, but it was only half-hearted.

"Yeah, Andi, I guess that's ok with me. Pete?"

"Wait a minute, Viv. Hold on. I've got something to say. Miranda, would you and Vivian please sit down on the couch?"

As they did so, I took a deep breath and tried to put my thoughts into some kind of rational order. I don't know if it was exactly the right thing to say, but this is what I said as best as I can remember it:

"Andi, I want very much to make love with you. My sister, for a reason I'm just beginning to understand, seems to have given both of us permission to do so. That's important to me because this thing (pointing to my cock) is hers, not mine! But, Andi, I have a concern that this is just going to be a momentary thrill for you. If we do make love, it's got to be with the same understanding that Viv and I have with each other. If you can't or won't agree to this, then I'm going to say 'no' to this whole, crazy proposition."

"What is it that I have to understand?"

"Five years ago, Miranda," my sister interjected, "Peter and I began to make love only because we agreed to be totally committed to each other for the rest of our lives, no matter the consequences."

For the first time since she had arrived at our place that evening, Miranda began to see the whole truth, not just the kinky parts.

"So, what… You're telling me that you two are somehow married to each other? And this relationship you have; it's more than just about raw sex, it's about really being in love?"

"Bingo! That's it exactly, Miranda!" I said.

"Wow!" Miranda said, with a smile broadening its way across her face, "That is soooo beautiful, guys! You know, I'm not really surprised. My parents have that same kind of calm, committed demeanor in their relationship, so I know what it looks like. I saw it in the two of you, but passed it off as being part of your relationship as brother/sister. Wow! So you guys see yourselves as husband and wife… Damn! And Peter, you're saying that you and I aren't going to make love unless it's committed love. Is that right?"

"You got it, Andi. Can you handle it that way?"

"I'll answer you, Peter, but first I want you to take my place here next to your… wife."

I gave a kind of half laugh and nodded in agreement as I moved around the coffee table to exchange places with her. After I sat down, I guess I expected her to remain standing, but instead, she proceeded to sit on my lap, her crotch firmly planted on my erection, and her arms draped around the back of my neck.

"I know you're worried about my past, Peter. Frankly, until about five minutes ago, I was worried about it, too. I was worried that I was never going to find a real man to love. I've been looking for one for what seems like… I don't know… forever. Vivian, you have no idea how lucky you are!"

"Yes, Andi, I do know," my sister said with total conviction.

"Good, because Peter here is a rare find. I was attracted to you the first time I laid eyes on you. Did you know that, Peter?"

"No."

"I was, but then again I've always appreciated a man with a good physique. It's one of the reasons I became a swimmer! But, as you know, a lot of the male swimmers at our school are gay narcissists."

To this, I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, if they're not one, they're the other!"

"That's true enough, I suppose," I said with a smirk, mentally counting how many of my teammates fit her characterization.

"But you, Peter, are neither; as I surmised after about five weeks into the school year. Do you know how I figured that out?"

"How?"

"I saw that you respected your sister. It wasn't that fake stuff that so many guys are good at projecting, but the real deal. I have two brothers, Pete. Sam is a twelve-year-old twerp and Riley is a twenty-five year old pothead! Neither of them even knows how to spell respect let alone put it into practice. But you, Peter Jones, ooze respect from every pore of your body, don't you? Am I right, Viv?"

"Yes, you're right."

"I knew that, but it's important for me to hear your sister say it, Peter. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because sisters always know more about their brothers than their brothers know about themselves, that's why! So, when I saw that Vivian also respected you… that was like seeing the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval stamped on your forehead. Peter…"

"What?"

"Can you even begin to imagine how many girls on this campus want to get into your pants?" As she said this, Miranda slid her camel toe up and down my very hard cock.

"You've got to be kidding me, Andi! That's just so much bullcrap!"

"She's not kidding, Pete," my sister confirmed, "I've heard a lot of girls talk about you, and I know some of them had no idea I was your sister."

"See!" Miranda echoed with glee.

With that, she ceased stimulating my dick and slowly leaned in to feed me her moist, pink lips for what seemed to me like an eternity. In reality, it lasted only until Vivian cleared her throat.

"Do you know what that was, Peter?"

"I think it was a kiss, Andi."

"More than that, Peter, it was my very last first kiss with a man. How could I not but fall in love with a six-foot, two inch Adonis with a heart of gold? Peter, weeks ago I promised myself that if I ever got you into bed, it was never going to be anything but committed sex between us. Like Vivian, I'm too smart to screw up a good thing when I've finally got hold of it… and I do have hold of it, don't I, Peter."

"You had hold of it about five minutes ago, but I made you let go of it."

"Wrong, my future love. That was just your cock of steel. I'm talking about the entire man, now. Vivian, you said I could go for it. Is that still the case?"

"As long as you are willing to accept all the consequences, good and bad, that goes with loving a married man."

"Yes, but if I commit myself to your husband, he's going to be my husband, too. Can you handle that?"

"I've been sitting here thinking about that very question, Andi," my sister said, "and I guess my honest answer to you is that I just won't know for sure until we try it. I don't want to lose Peter. The way I figure it, if I do lose him, it will only be because we've both lost him. What I'm saying is that I'm not afraid of your love for each other. Just don't forget about me!"

"I don't believe Peter would ever let that happen," Miranda replied.

"Excuse me, but do I get any say in this?" I asked.

"No!" Miranda said with a drill sergeant's authoritative air, "You've got two wives now, so shut up and enjoy it!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself," added drill sergeant number one.

I think I need to break away from our story for a moment and talk about an issue rising out of that last bit of remembered dialogue. If you haven't figured it out by now, I have six wives; none of whom I'm legally married to. Now, before you get all judgmental on my ass, there are plenty of men who've had as many as six girlfriends over the span of their lives. It's just that we've chosen to have these relationships concurrently rather than consecutively.

In the formative days of this… arrangement, I explained very calmly but very adamantly to Vivian and Miranda that because I was destined to be outnumbered, I needed to have the last word on important decisions affecting us. They agreed that as long as I accepted their input and the decisions were made in a transparent manner, they could live with this.

This understanding continued when my other wives joined our fruity bunch. It's the way we handle our relationship today. They all know that they have leeway to teasingly dominate me from time to time (in fact, I really enjoy it), but actual domination by the six of them is out of the question! But, neither do I dominate them… We love and respect one another. Similarly, they each know that I will honestly listen to and value their input, but that in the end, I'm the CEO of our clan. And as you will find out later, that characterization is not hyperbole.

After it became apparent that Vivian was comfortable with Miranda's inclusion to our incestuous two-some, I began to open myself up to the full-range of feelings I'd been harboring for this beautiful, young woman sitting on my lap. Miranda started to say something to me, but I quickly put a finger to her lips and shushed her. Then, I very slowly took my hands and began to run them under her tank top. When I reached her breasts, I cupped them and lightly circled her nipples but avoided actually touching them. Miranda closed her eyes and began to utter these deep guttural moans. Vivian began to get up from the couch.

"Stay!" I said quietly to her, "I want you to watch me get her ready for my cock. In fact, I want you to help me."

"How?" Vivian asked, with a bit of worry in her voice.

"In a few minutes, I want you to go get ready to shave my pubes."

"God! Yes, I want to see you do that, Viv!" Miranda said, her nipples erect and poking prominently through the colorful cotton material.

"Quiet, you!" I scolded Miranda, "You're a wife-in-training, so zip that lip and pay attention!" Then, to Vivian: "For now, I need you to stay while me and Andi make out. You need to watch what you've started."

"What I started?" Vivian said with mild alarm.

"Yes! Do you deny that it's been your desire to watch me make love to another woman? Come on, Viv, it's one of your favorite verbal teases."

"God, Peter… Yes, you're right. My pussy began creaming like crazy when I saw you touch Miranda's tits!"

"Viv, I never realized you were such a kinkmeister!" Miranda snuck in.

I glared at her, and then turned my attention back to Vivian.

"Ok, then. I want you to watch, sis, 'cause you're in training too… We all are!"

With that, I leaned over to Vivian (with my hands still on Miranda's chest) and kissed her. After breaking the kiss, I pulled my hands away from Miranda's breasts and put them under her armpits. I lifted her off my lap and into a standing position in front of me. She gave me this very disappointed look… until I started to undo her jeans. Then she broke into a wide, devilish grin.

"I can smell your pussy, Andi!" I said, "Wouldn't want you to cream your jeans, now, would we? Let's get these off you so I can really begin playing with my new toy."

All the while looking directly into Miranda's eyes, I began to undo the buttons down the front. Looking back at me, she sighed as I started to pull down these pants that seemed almost painted onto her body. So as not to throw her off-balance, I very carefully lifted and bent her left leg and then her right one at the knee and pulled the jeans free from her feet.

At this point, Miranda was standing before me in nothing but a tie-dyed tank top and a pair of sky-blue panties. Maintaining eye contact, I silently began to play my fingertips over every inch of her exposed skin. I could feel the goose bumps lift and propagate as I went from calf to thigh to buns to back and finally, to her arms. I repeated this beautiful torture technique three times and then I stood up.

"Time to trade places, again." I told her.

"Before I sit down," Miranda said, "you'd better get me a towel and a washcloth."

"Ok, but why? Vivian asked.

"The towel because I'm a gusher… And the washcloth because I'm a screamer!"

While Vivian went into the bathroom to get the requested items, I drew Miranda to me and began kissing her in earnest. We were both running our fingers through each other's hair and pressing our bodies tightly together. Our mouths began to open and I started a gentle wrestling match with my new love's tongue. I dropped my hands to Miranda's buttocks, gripped both cheeks and pressed my painfully distended member into her body between her pubic area and her bellybutton. Another moan muffled out from Miranda's mouth as Vivian quickly laid a bath towel across the couch behind her friend.

"Peter, do you want me to get the shaving stuff ready, now?"

(Later that night, after Miranda fell asleep, I rejoined Vivian and asked her if it had bothered her to come back out to find me French kissing Miranda. She told me that it had a little, but mostly because it seemed to her that I was teasing Miranda as a way of also teasing her, and that, if that was my intent, it was the most painful bout of teasing she ever had to endure. Her question about the shaving tools was the only way she could think of to mitigate her discomfort. Fortunately for the both of us, it worked.)

"Yes, sis," I replied after coming back to earth, "I don't think Andi's going to last much longer."

"You got right, buster!" she said, "If you don't get that cock of yours into my pussy soon, I'm going to strangle you! I've never been so ready…"

"Shush! Calm down, Andi. Before you get my cock, Vivian has to shave me. If she doesn't, you'll get a rug burn. Right now, I'm going to 'fuck you to the moon' with my tongue. You did want to be fucked to the moon, tonight, right?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Ok. Then sit down, shut up and enjoy it! Capiche?"

Miranda slowly nodded her head and I proceeded to carefully lower her onto the towel. She reached out her hand for the washcloth and Vivian and I watched as she rolled it into a tight tube and placed it into her mouth like a horse's bit.

I went back to torturing Miranda with my fingertips, but as I came to the bottom of her tank top, I grabbed the material and began to lift it up and over her head. As I idly tossed the shirt aside, I stared in amazement at her pale, perfect breasts. They were slightly larger than Vivian's (almost a c-cup), but her areolas were not as wide and her nipples not quite as long when erect. I again cupped her, but this time I dragged my thumbs back and forth across those hard eraser points. I was just about to begin kissing her tits when she put one hand to my head and removed the washcloth with the other.

"Peter," she said with dead seriousness, "you get this one warning: bite my nipples and I'll kick your balls! Got it?"

"Got it, Andi. No teeth."

If there's one thing I'd learned after (at that time) almost ten years of intimacy with my sister, it's to always respect how a woman wants her body treated during love-play. No man has the right to try and change his lover's mind on something concerning her sexual likes and dislikes. It's that simple.

So, there would be no teeth, but there was plenty of wet lips and warm tongue. I brought my mouth to the side of Miranda's left breast, stuck my tongue out and rapidly flicked it back and forth across her nipple. At the same time, I took my index finger and thumb from my left hand and, grasping her other nipple, pulled it gently but firmly away from her chest. The effect was instantaneous and dramatic! She must have been teetering on the edge. Miranda closed her eyes tight, bit down on the washcloth and screamed: her first orgasm of the night had finally arrived.

Accompanying her on that flight from Nirvana was a pungent aroma emanating from her pussy. Her orgasm has arrived down south as well. While Miranda was still feeling the aftershocks, I reached down and pulled her panties off. They were soaked! She opened her eyes in time to see me put them into my mouth and suck out the juices. Behind me, I heard my sister groan in both deep ecstasy and agony. She, too, (apparently) had cum; but in her case, at the sight of my depraved display.

"My God, Pete," Vivian said as she set down the tray containing the shaving materials, "that was the kinkiest thing I ever saw!"

I removed the underwear with a slurp, tossed them onto the tank top and gave my sister a big, toothy smile. Then, without uttering a word, I grabbed Miranda around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Purposely not waiting for her to come down from her orgasmic plateau, I began my oral assault on her very wet pubis. Keeping my tongue, lips and fingers away from her clit, I took about two minutes lapping up as much of the moisture as I could find. This action resulted in Miranda gripping my head with both her hands and forcing my face hard against her gash.

Having completed my cleaning of her pussy, I pushed against her hands long enough to get the fingers of my left hand into position to penetrate her and massage her G-spot. As I started to do this, Miranda's hips began to lift off the couch… She was getting close again! With my other hand, I spread the skin on either side of her clitoral hood and brought my lips into contact with Miranda's very red and very distended clit. And I hummed away…

Miranda screamed into the washcloth for about ten seconds, and then passed out! I hadn't realized what had happened to her until the washcloth fell out of her mouth and landed on top of my head. Vivian stood there horrified. I looked up from Miranda's crotch at her chest and saw that she was still breathing. Taking the washcloth in hand, I got up and went over to the kitchen sink to moisten it with some cold water.

She was beginning to come around by the time I returned. I gave the cloth to Vivian who sat down next to Miranda and applied it to her forehead. Surprisingly, Miranda was the first to speak.

"Oh… my… God, Peter," she said, "You weren't lying, were you? Baby, you took me way past the moon! That was, without a doubt, the best I have ever cum."

I sat down on the other side of her and lightly stroked her face with the back of my hand. I smiled at her, but didn't say anything. Really, what can a guy say in response to something like that? Sometimes, it's best just to keep your mouth shut.

"C'mere, lover," she directed me.

I leaned over and we exchanged a series of short, sweet kisses. I ended up kissing her all over her face and then leaned back.

"Peter," Miranda began (looking serious now), "you know earlier, when I told you that I was also your wife? You know I was half joking with you then, right?"

"I thought that seemed like a bit of a rushed decision on your part, Andi," I said sadly.

"Well, I was really nervous because I'd never personally run across… incest… before. I've always played a lot of games when it came to sex, and at first, what you and Viv had going seemed to me like the best sex game I'd ever heard of. And then you said you were committed to each other… But, when you were looking up at me and running your hands all over my body, I realized that everything going on here tonight was real and true; no games."

"That's right, Andi," Vivian whispered, "No games."

"Just a plain old committed, loving, long-term relationship," I added.

"Yeah…" Miranda said thoughtfully, "Committed. Peter?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"I love you."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure, but I have to know… Do you love me?"

"Yes, Andi, I love you, too."

"But, how can you love me when you have Vivian?"

"We both love you, Andi," my sister said as a way of explaining it.

"But, Viv, I'm not into women. I tried it once and it was just too freaky."

"I didn't mean it that way," Vivian said smiling, "I'm not into women either. What I mean is that Peter's and my love for each other is too great for us to keep all to ourselves. Peter's love for you doesn't void his love for me."