Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 11:50:01 -0800 (PST) From: Randy Howard Subject: Wagon Train / Incest / Chapter 2 Wagon Train By Randy Howard This story is intended for people mature enough to appreciate it, but legally that means people over the legal age of eighteen or whatever. It is fiction, and contains consensual sex between male siblings and other family and non-family members. Chapter two: The journey continues Previously in chapter one: After several more minutes of fierce fighting the Indians retreated. Women were running to assist those hurt while those that were alright kept watch. Catharine Thurman, Frank's wife, along with Alex and Stephen came running. "Ma'am... help my dad," Jacob called to her. Alex stood there and looked around for Caleb. When he didn't see him around he asked... "Where is Cal," he anxiously asked. "That is what I want to know," Seth said as Catherine redressed his wound. "I'm fine Catherine, I need to find my boy," he said getting up and feeling a bit wobbly. "You are in no shape to go traipsing out into the night. Not with those savages running loose," she added. "I need to find Caleb... I refuse to bury another family member," he said determined to go. "I'll grab a few men Seth and go looking for the boy," Frank said. "I need to go with you Frank," Seth said adamantly. "You have all you can do to stand never mind searching the darkness for Caleb. You wait here and we'll be back," he said just as adamant as Seth. *** Caleb lay on the ground motionless, as his captor lay still on top of him. Now chapter two: Once the sound of the attack died, Caleb's captor sat up. Caleb's heart was pounding and his breathing was short and erratic. He turned to see the gentle face of an Indian boy no older than his brother Jacob. They stared at each other for what seemed like eternity; Caleb noticed the knife in the young brave's hand. Caleb cautiously tried to crawl backwards but the brave held him in place. "Stay...I won't hurt you," he said with a calmness that told Caleb he had nothing to fear. "But your people...my people they are fighting," Caleb said looking at the near black eyes. His hair was coal black and his eyes looked at Caleb and it appeared as if he was seeing his very soul. His skin was flawless and void of all hair, with muscles that Jacob would kill for. His upper body was bare. Beaver oil glistened on the muscles of his back, shoulders and chest. The elaborate tassels on the ends of his red breechcloth reached below his knees when he stood. The wide edges of his leggings and the tops of his moccasins were crusted with intricate beading. Two tiny stuffed birds dangled from his pierced ears. His thick braids were wrapped in silky otter fur. An eagle feather hung from his scalp lock "Caleb," he said pointing to himself. "Running dear," the young brave said. "Are you going to hurt me Running dear?" a nervous Caleb asked. "You and that boy, you were doing what we do with squaw," he said still staring at Caleb. "We love each other and that is what two people that love each other do," Caleb told him. "Two braves don't do that... chief not approve," he told him and stood up, his groin inches from Caleb's face. Caleb reached out and fondled the handsome young brave's groin, but Running dear grabbed his hand. "Why you do this to Running dear?" "I will show you that it's good," he told him and Running dear released his wrist, allowing Caleb to continue his fondling. Caleb stood and looked into the brave's hypnotic eyes and once placing his hand behind the brave's head, pulled him into a kiss. At first Running dear tried to push away, but Caleb held him fast. He pushed his tongue into the brave's mouth as he held him in a tight embrace. Caleb could feel the young Indian brave's erection pressing against his. It wasn't long and Running dear was holding Caleb and kissing him back. "Do all you pale faces do this," he asked once they broke the kiss. "I wish, but no, only those of us that love each other. Many of my people would not understand this kind of love Running dear. To most of them it is wrong for two men to love one another." "It is so with my people Caleb, but I was watching you and your friend. What you were doing made me feel funny inside." "Would you like to try it... with me Running dear," Caleb asked but was stopped abruptly when another brave appeared. "I see you have taken a pale face prisoner Running dear," Bear Claw said coming up on the boys. "Your father will be very proud of you," he told him and began to tie Caleb's arms behind him. "Running dear please... what is this... I thought that we were friends," Caleb said in a panic but Bear Claw struck him hard, knocking him to the ground. "Pale face does not talk to a future chief in such a manner," he said and kicked Caleb in the stomach. Running dear looked down at Caleb and over at Bear Claw and was torn by his feelings. He knew that his allegiance lay with his people but what Caleb had shown him was new and he wanted to know more. "Stop, do not hurt the pale face boy," Running dear told the brave. "He was kind to me and caused me no harm, so I shall show him the same respect." "But his people... they have killed many of our young men Running dear," he argued with the lad. "I shall take it before my father, he will decide once he has heard my words." He bent over and helped Caleb to stand and cut the leather ties that bound him. "I will see that no harm comes to you Caleb, my father is a wise chief. He will decide what to do with you and I trust him to be fair." "But my father will be worried Running dear, please can't I just go?" He was not allowed to return to his camp but taken back to the Indian camp. *** "Frank I'm coming with you and that's the end of it man," Seth said, determined to go looking for his son. "Seth, you know..." he stopped mid sentence as Monroe approached excitedly. "We found this about two hundred feet from here sir," he said handing a hat to his pa. "That's my boy's hat, where did you find it," Seth asked as his heart filled with pain. "Like I said about two hundred feet from here in a thicket," he retold him and Alex's face showed the fear he felt. "He'd never willingly part with this hat, they got my boy," Seth said dropping to his knees in tears with Jacob by his side. "I'll get some men and we'll scout around for Caleb. But you are staying put, I cannot be worrying about you and looking for him," Frank said. Seth reluctantly stayed behind while Frank and the other men left in search of Caleb. *** Meanwhile, Caleb marched onward towards the Indian camp on foot while his captors rode on horseback. With a rope tide around his wrists he was led like a dog. Several times he fell only to be dragged until his captors had noticed him. Running dear stopped his horse and got off it, untying Caleb. He assisted him up onto the horse before remounting it himself. Caleb wrapped his arms around the young brave waist and hung on for dear life as the horse move along more quickly now. Seizing the opportunity, with Bear Claw riding in front of them, Caleb fondled the young brave's genitals as they rode along. "Why are you doing this to me," Running dear asked looking over his shoulder at Caleb. "I like you and want to Running dear," he told him and then nuzzled his neck. The sensations that Caleb was giving the young brave was new and arousing. Never before did the young man ever feel such sensations. Caleb could feel the brave's erection and reached under the breechcloth that covered it. He gently stroked it up and down causing the brave to moan. Several times Bear Claw would look back and was puzzled by the expression on Running dear's face. Each time Caleb would move his hands so he would not suspect. The sun was breaching the eastern horizon when they finally arrived at the Comanche camp. Caleb noticed that the Comanche sheathed their tipis with a covering made of buffalo hides sewn together. He saw several Indian women preparing the buffalo hide and he wondered what they were doing. "What are your women doing Running dear?" he inquired. "The women first spread the hides on the ground and then scrape away the fat and flesh with blades made from bones or antlers, and then leave them in the sun to dry. Others, over there, are scraping off the thick hair from the dry ones and then soak them in water. After several days, they vigorously rubbed the hides in a mixture of animal fat, brains, and liver to soften the hides. The hides are made even suppler by further rinsing and working back and forth over a rawhide thong. Finally, they are smoked over a fire, which give the hides a light tan color," Running dear explained. "Damn that is amazing Running dear," Caleb said as he withdrew his hands from the boy's cock. "To finish the tipi covering, women lay the tanned hides side by side and stitched them together. As many as twenty-two hides could be used, but fourteen are the average. When finished, the hide covering is tied to a pole and raised, wrapped around the cone-shaped frame, and pinned together with pencil-sized wooden skewers. Two wing-shaped flaps at the top of the tipi are turned back to make an opening, which can be adjusted to keep out the moisture and hold pockets of insulating air. We have a fire pit in the center of the earthen floor; the tipis stay warm in the winter. In the summer, the bottom edges of the tipis could be rolled up to let cool breezes in. Cooking was done outside during the hot weather. Tipis were very practical homes for itinerant people. Working together, women could quickly set them up or take them down. An entire Comanche band could be packed and chasing a buffalo herd within about twenty minutes. The Comanche women are the ones who do the most work with food processing and preparation." Running dear and Caleb drew the eyes of all as they rode into the encampment. His father came quickly out of the tipi and stood waiting as his son rode towards him. "My father... do not speak unless he speaks to you Caleb," he advised the boy. "Very well Running dear." He stopped his horse and jumped down, pulling Caleb with him. "Father," he said and gave him a warm embrace. "I see my son has taken a paleface prisoner," the chief said looking past his son to Caleb. "Yes father and he has been kind to me. For this reason I have spared his life for sparing mine," he lied. "A paleface has spared the life of a Comanche warrior; this is unheard of my son." "He pushed me to the ground when the rifles of the white men fired and lay on me until they went quiet." Bear Claw was angry, he wanted Caleb brutally beaten and then killed. "Then I give him to you to do as you see fit my son," he said. "Teach him our ways that he may understand that we wish peace and to be left to hunt freely." "Thank you father, again your wisdom is wisest. *** Running dear led Caleb to his tipi where he ushered him inside, closing the flap behind them. Once inside he turned to Caleb and looked at him for quite a while before he spoke. "I want you to teach me this love that you made with that boy," he asked standing before Caleb. "If I do Running dear, will you take me back to my people?" "If it pleases me, I will do so," he promised and Caleb took the young brave into his arms. He pressed his mouth to the boy's and offered his tongue to the brave. Running dear wrapped his arms around Caleb tightly and Caleb eased them down to the furs lying on the ground. As the two boys kissed, Caleb pulled Running dear on top of him. He purposed in his heart to make this braves sexual experience the best that he would ever have. "Now we undress Running dear, we take off all our clothes." "But why, wouldn't it simply be easier to loosen ones breechcloth to expose ones manhood?" "Maybe for you, but as you see, I am wearing white man's clothing." "Then remove them and I shall give you Comanche dress, warrior's dress to wear after." He told Caleb who got up and quickly undressed. Running dear sat there and watch in fascination as Caleb removed his clothing. "What is this... you have lost much of your covering," he asked grabbing Caleb's cut cock. An infection after birth had led to his circumcision and it fascinated the young brave. He held Caleb's cock and looked at it from various angles before letting it go. "I was circumcised when I was a baby," he told his new friend. "Strange practice you white men have." Caleb finished undressing he pulled Running dear to his feet. He slowly removed his native dress and then stepped back to take in the beauty of the naked youth. His body was flawless and hard with muscles from countless miles of running and horseback riding. His uncut cock was just over eight inches soft and fat around. It was surrounded by the same coal black hair and his balls hung low. Caleb stepped forward and took the young brave into his warm embrace. It was the first time running dear had ever kissed a man, and his body was on fire. He kissed Caleb back eagerly, loving the feel of his lips against his and his huge arms around Caleb's skinny body. When Running dear felt Caleb's tongue against his lips, he opened and let him in. They were both moaning and the brave pushed back into Caleb's mouth too, savoring his sexy taste and slurping down his juices. They pressed every inch of their bodies together, grinding their cocks against each other, as they surrendered to the lust that they were feeling. "Does it always feel this good Caleb," he asked and his breathing was jagged and erratic. "Wait, you have felt nothing yet," he said and eased the young brave down to the furs. Caleb climbed between the young brave's legs and took his cock into his hand. He gently pulled back the foreskin and lowered his mouth down to the brave's cock. Running dear just shook his head and smiled as Caleb tenderly kissed and licked the head. He didn't stop there, but sucked the cock slowly into his hot mouth. Feeling his hot wet tongue curl round his cock and seeing it slide into Caleb's mouth was too much for him, and he exploded into Caleb's hungry mouth. Caleb swallowed every drop and held him in his mouth until he collapsed on top of the brave, as Running dear gasped and hung onto him. "I cannot believe that could feel that good Caleb," he said still gasping for air. "Wait, you've seen nothing yet my friend," Caleb said and pushed the youth's legs up high and began to lick behind his balls. "Ooooooh ooooooh," was all that Running dear could say as Caleb moved to the boy's pucker. He pushed his tongue deep inside the boy and fucked his hole with his tongue. The brave was thrashing around on the furs as Caleb gave him new pleasures. Just when Caleb was really getting into it, Running dear pushed him away. "Stop... no more... too much," he said pulling Caleb up to his mouth and they kissed. As they kissed, he turned Caleb over and was now on top of him. Having remembered what Caleb had done to him, he mimicked him and dove down to the boys cock and took it into his mouth. He took too much and gagged, so he backed off. "Easy, you don't have to do as I did," Caleb told him. But he wanted too, so he eased down of the boy's cock until he felt it pressing against the back of his throat. "Swallow," was all that Caleb said and the brave obeyed, easing the cock down his throat. Caleb took the brave's hand and placed a finger to his own ass. "Push it in me," he said to the boy and slowly his finger penetrated Caleb's anxious hole. The sensation reverberated to a gasp as Caleb climaxed, filling the brave's mouth again and again with his thick sperm. He couldn't gulp it down fast enough and gagged on it some before swallowing. When he was finished, he held Caleb's cock in his mouth, gently milking the last drops before he released him and looked up. He smiled at Caleb, who pulled him up into a deep kiss, his tongue probing my mouth for the remains of his sperm. Running dear's cock throbbed against Caleb's cock while he rested between his legs. Caleb spit in his hand and rubbed it on running dear's cock. He put the head of the cock to his rosebud and looked deep into the youth's eyes. "Push in slowly," he said and the boy pushed, his cock breaching Caleb's ring. "Wait... stop," he said as the pain coursed through him. Once he was use to the size he pulled him fully in. "Now do me or whatever it is you call it," Caleb said and the brave rose up not needing any further instruction. He began to fuck Caleb with a feverish pace and soon Caleb had him moving at a rhythm that both were comfortable with. Caleb pinched the brave's nipples as the brave pounded his ass. Running dear had never known such pleasure and he loved how his body felt. As he felt his next climax quickly approaching, he let out a warrior's cry, and blasted Caleb's insides with a volume of thick hot sperm. "Yes... do me Running dear," Caleb said pulling his cock. He pounded Caleb's ass hard and deep and soon Caleb was exploding in a torrent of cum that spewed the both of them. Spent and exhausted, Running dear collapsed on Caleb. Caleb brought the boy's mouth to his in a kiss that neither would soon forget. Once the kiss was broken, he pulled his spent cock from Caleb's ass and rolled to his side...a well satisfied Indian brave. *** "There was no sign of the boy Seth," Frank said and Seth lost his composure. "Listen Seth, Fort Concho is less than a day's travel from here. We'll stop there and have a detachment ride out and scout the country side for him. If anyone can find the boy, it's the Calvary," John Butterfield told him. "He could be dead by then John," Seth said, his tears rolling down his cheeks. "If they were going to kill him Seth, they would have done it and left his body behind," he confided. "We scoured every square inch of wilderness and there was no sign of the boy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get these wagons moving," he said and left the man to his sorrow. "John's right Seth, the Calvary will find him," Frank said. "Pa, I just know that he's fine and I've been praying for him," Jacob said hoping to console his father. "Praying... that is all that I have been doing son is praying. I guess we had better leave it in His hands and get our wagon ready to go," he said, but his heart wasn't listening as his eyes surveyed the countryside for his boy. The wagons began to pull out and Seth's hopes sank with each mile that passed. With Jacob by his side, Seth kept his mind on the team, the countryside, on anything but Caleb that was not in the wagon. He was angry also, angry that the boy had slipped off without a word to his brother or him. "I don't you to ever wander off for any reason Jacob," he snapped, but Jacob knew that it was his pain over Caleb that was talking. "I won't pa, I promise," he said and rested his head on Seth's shoulder. "I just wish that your brother was less adventuresome and more like you Jacob." "I love you pa, I really love you more than you know," Jacob said and he took in a deep breath, drinking in his father's scent. "What are you doing there boy," Seth asked looking down at Jacob. "Just making a memory pa," he said taking one last smell. "Damn that boy is something special," Seth thought looking over at Jacob who had a tear in his eye. "Come here son," he said putting his arm around Jacob. "I hope you know how much I love you Jacob," he said and kissed his forehead. "I know pa, I know," Jacob said and rested his hand on Seth's thigh. His hand was warm and it caused a stir in Seth, a stir that he didn't welcome. "That's your boy Seth that you are feeling aroused over," he thought as he glanced down at Jacob's hand. "Is that what I think it is in his britches," Seth looked at Jacob's crotch and his pants were definitely tenting. Seth shook his head and handed the reins to Jacob, "Here son, do you want to take the team for a while?" he asked to take Jacob's hand from his leg. "Yeah pa... thanks," the boy said and happily took the reins. Seth leaned back and watched Jacob as he handled the team. He gave his son a hard long look and liked what he saw. Jacob was calm and knowledgeable, but very cautious when it came to life. Where Caleb would leap and then look, Jacob sought an easy way around any given situation. He thought it out before he took action and that was how Seth was. Seth missed his son Caleb though, his mind drifted off to how his boy was faring, being held captive by the Comanche tribe. *** "Come Caleb, father wishes that you learn our ways before you return to your people," Running dear said and handed Caleb a native warrior's dress. Caleb had just finished dressing, with the help of Running dear, when someone said in a language that he did not understand. "What is it," Caleb asked feeling half naked in his new attire. "We are moving the camp," he told Caleb. "Moving to better hunting grounds," he added. "What about me, my people will be looking for me," Caleb worried. "When I am ready Caleb, I will see that you get back to your people," he assured him. Caleb knew that he had no choice so he followed Running dear out of the tipi and saw that most of the tipis were down. People were hurrying around as they readied the camp for leaving and Caleb wondered if his pa and Jacob had stayed behind or continued on with the others. "Father... little fox is ready to go also," he told his father in their native language and his father replied back. "Who is little fox; because I heard you say that name?" Caleb asked understanding just those two words. "You are little fox Caleb, you are now Comanche and must have a Comanche name," he told him. "Why a fox and not a wolf or bear?" he asked. "Because you are sly like a fox Caleb," he replied to the boy. Running dear showed how to use a bow and arrow, to which Caleb quickly took. He also gave him a spotted pony to ride. "I told my father that I trust you not to ride off," he said as he hand over the weapons and pony to Caleb. "I give you my word Running dear not to leave until you are ready to take me." He said and noticed how angrily Bear Claw was staring at them. "I don't think Bear Claw likes me much." "You see Bear Claw is my people's war chief and my father is the people peace chief," he told Caleb. "I don't understand the difference other than what they sound like, war and peace." "Comanche groups do not have a single acknowledged leader. Instead, a small number of generally recognized leaders act as counsel and advisors to the group as a whole. These include the "peace chief," the members of the council, and the "war chief." The peace chief was usually an older individual, like my father who could bring his experience to the task of advising. There is no formal inauguration or election to the position; it was one of general consensus. The council makes decisions about where the band should hunt, whether they should war against their enemies, and whether to ally themselves with other bands. Any member can speak at council meetings, but the older men usually do most of the talking." "So your father is mostly a figure head like our president is. Everyone knows that our congress is the one that makes the laws." "Maybe so, but in times of war, the band selects a war chief and to be chosen for this position, a man has to prove he is a brave fighter. He also has to have the respect of all the other warriors in the band. While the band is at war, the war chief is in charge, and all the warriors have to obey him. After the conflict is over, however, the war chief's authority ends." "So is Bear Claw the war chief?" "Yes and he is respected and honored highly amongst my people." "Where did you learn to speak my language?" "My father had me learn it when I was very small and teach it to my people so that we could talk to your people," he told Caleb. "Would you teach me your language so that I can teach my father and brother," Caleb asked and his face showed how much he missed them. "You miss your people don't you little fox," he asked. "Yes, wouldn't you miss you father if you were taken from him?" he asked with a tear in his eyes. "Hide you tears little fox, it's not for a man to show such emotions," he warned. "It is a sign of weakness for men to cry." "Come little fox, I will take you back to your people. I do not like seeing your heart breaking like this," he said. "Not yet my friend, I would like to learn more before you do this. I suspect that my father will have moved on with the others. He must think that I am dead by now." "Not so my pale friend, for if your people know anything about my people, they will know that we would kill there and not take them back to camp to kill them, especially a boy as you." "Then that being the case, I am sure that he's moved on to Fort Concho. I remember hearing him and speaking with the wagon master about the fort being one of our stops." They spent the rest of the day moving with the rest of Running dear's people. Running dear taught him much about his people's language. By evening, they had set up camp in their new surroundings and Caleb found his mind wandering to his pa and Jacob. "Can I go for a walk alone running dear? I promise you not to go running off or anything. I just miss my pa and brother," he told his friend and captor. "Just be careful little fox, take your knife with you," he said to the boy. Caleb went walking out into the dark wilderness of the lone prairie. The full moon and stars were the only light that lit his way. He paused when he heard the sorrowful sounds of coyotes howling, and jumped when he heard a twig snap. "You...please don't," he begged the man whose hand was raised against him, a knife glistening in the moonlight. Fear gripped his senses. To be continued... Email me at randyhoward2@yahoo.com with suggestions and comments!