Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:42:33 -0800 (PST) From: Randy Howard Subject: Wagon Train / Incest / Chapter 5 Wagon Train By Randy Howard Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is intended for people mature enough to appreciate it, but legally that means people over the legal age of eighteen. It is fiction, and contains consensual sex between male siblings and other family and non-family members. Chapter five: Previously in chapter four: Frank struggled to stay on his horse as the blood issued from his wound. He knew that his strength was draining him as he saw the fort in view. "Rider coming in," a sentry yelled down to the men that manned the gate and they opened it up. They stood and waited until Frank got to within thirty feet of the fort and fell from his horse. The men raced to his aid and helped him into the fort; one noticed the wound to his upper left chest. "He's been wounded by an arrow John," the soldier said. "Let's get him over to the doc," John said and they rushed him over to where the doctor worked. Kicking open the door, the hurried in with Frank and laid him on a bed. The doctor rushed over to his aid and looked at the wound. "It looks like an arrow did this," he said looking up at the soldiers. "You had better go get Colonel Mackenzie," he told them. John hurried out to get the colonel while the doctor removed Frank's shirt. Alex was just carrying in some supplies when he noticed his father lying on the bed. "Pa," he yelled out and rushed over to the bed after he set the supplies down on a table. "Do you know this man son," the doctor asked. "He's my pa sir," Alex told him. Colonel Mackenzie came running in just as Frank was coming to. He too recognized Frank from the ruckus that he had the other night. "Who did this to you sir," Colonel Mackenzie asked looking down at Frank. Frank looked over at Alex who was on the brink of tears and said, "Caleb MacDaniels, he was the one that shot me with an arrow. He's Comanche now and no longer a white man," he said. "He ambushed me as I was riding back to the fort to get my boy," he added. "Caleb is alive pa," Alex asked and his face lit up, happy to hear the news. "You don't care that he nearly killed your own pa, you just care about that worthless boy," he snapped and began to cough. The doctor looked up at Ranald and slowly shook his head, letting him know that Frank was not long for this world. "Once I am better boy, I want your ass on a horse and you're coming back with me," he snapped. He coughed several more times and Alex backed away from him, unable to comprehend what he was telling him. "No pa, I am not going back with you, I am staying here where I belong," he insisted. "Damn it boy, you are mine and you will do as you are told," he snapped and tried to get up. Frank fell sideways off the bed and was dead by the time he hit the floor. "Corporal, get a detail together and scout the area for any sign of the MacDaniels boy. If he's out there I want him brought in for questioning," Colonel Mackenzie ordered. "Yes sir," John said and rushed out of the room immediately. "Sir don't believe what my pa said. I know Caleb and he would never ambush my pa," Alex pleaded Caleb's case. "If anything, my pa took a shot at him and he was defending himself." "Whatever the case boy, he needs to be found and returned to his family." Ranald told him. Alex rushed from the room and watched as a detail of soldiers rode out of the fort. "Please God protect Caleb from any harm," he prayed... Now chapter five: The wagon train had long pulled into the territory of New Mexico when they called it a day. The wagons formed the familiar circle and the boys set about watering and feeding the stock while the women prepared the evening meal. "I'll water the team son, if you will prepare the evening meal," Seth said. "Sure pa," Jacob said and looked at his father as he walked away. Jacob was worried about his father and he wanted to help him but he didn't know how. So once he had the fire going, he set the beans to cooking near the fires edge as he set the dried beef to cook in a cast iron skillet on the other side of the fire. When Seth returned, supper was ready and Jacob prepared him a plate. "Here pa, I prepared you something to eat," he said and handed the plate to his father. "I'm so thankful that I have you son," Seth said as he looked up at Jacob, with tears in his eyes. "So am I pa, so am I," he said and rested his hand on his father's shoulder. "He's dead you know, Frank Thurman. I can feel it in my bones son, that he never made it. He let his stubbornness and bitterness destroy him Jacob and that is something that I never want you to ever do," he said looking up at Jacob. "I won't pa, I promise you that," he said. "Now eat your supper before it gets cold and I'll make the bed while you eat. Tonight we'll sleep in the wagon pa," he said and walked away. Jacob climbed into the wagon and moved the belonging around so that they had maximum room. He spread out the bedrolls and then the blankets on top, not bothering to separate the two sleeping areas. Once he had their bed ready, he rejoined his father at the fire. Seth had just finished his supper and was wiping off his plate and handed it to Jacob. "You did a great job with supper son. You cook just like your mom," he told him and smiled. "She taught me how to cook pa whenever I was around the stove." They sat for a few hours and talked, and when it became time for bed, Seth was the first to get up. "Well its time that we turned in son, sunrise comes early and John will be leaving first light," he said. "I'm tired also pa," Jacob said and got up, following his father to the wagon. "Just one bed for sleeping son?" he inquired looking back at Jacob and Jacob just shrugged his shoulders. Seth quickly undressed and once naked climbed under the blankets. His eyes were watching Jacob as he removed his clothes. Jacob knew that his father was watching him, so he seductively removed his clothes. "Just get your ass in bed boy," Seth said knowing the game that his boy was playing. He held back the blankets as a naked Jacob joined him under them. Seth covered him up and as his arm went over Jacob, Jacob moved into Seth's embrace. Jacob took the initiative and kissed his father tenderly on the mouth, offering him his tongue. Tonight there was no whiskey to loosen Seth up, but he opened his mouth and accepted Jacob's tongue, kissing him back. "This is wrong son... what we are doing," Seth said after he broke their kiss. "Then why does it feel so right pa," Jacob asked and pulled his father on top of him. "I want you to take me pa, take me as you once took ma," Jacob said and Seth looked down at his boy. "Do you know what you are asking of me son? Once I do that we will no longer be the same." "Pa, we stopped being the same the other night at the river," Jacob reminded him. "Now make love to your boy pa," Jacob said more than asked and Seth paused a moment as he stared at his son, and then kissed him with all the love that he possessed. Their mouths were joined together as one and their tongues dueled together. Seth set aside his inhibitions and surrendered to his love for Jacob. Yes he wanted his son, for he had wanted him ever since that night by the river, and now he was going to cross that line and make him his. "Once I make love to you son you are going to be mine. I will not share you with another nor shall I give myself to another," he told Jacob as he looked into his eyes. "Pa I love you and I have always been in love with you, so take me pa and make me yours." "Call me Seth, Jacob," he asked of his son. "Take me...Seth... make love to me," he said using his father's birth name for the first time. Seth became embroiled with his name being said by his son, and he kissed him hard, fervently and with the passion of a lover intent on making him his. He moved to the boy's neck, which Jacob surrendered to his father, and Seth bit it, sucking it hard until he had left a mark. He was on fire with lust as he took his son's body and made it his, moving down to the boy's tender nubs. He sat up and drank in with his eyes, Jacob's tanned and flawless skin before attacking his nipples. He bit them savagely, coursing erotic sensations throughout the boy's body, causing him to moan out in delight. Jacob was beside himself with ecstasy as he surrendered to his father's passion. He loved this man, loved him more than he loved himself. "More Seth... please don't stop doing what you are doing," he said. Jacob was realizing his dreams and he wanted nothing more than to please the man that was now making love to him. Seth sucked and bit his son's tender nubs until the boy was panting uncontrollably. His breathing was ragged and shallow as his body knew desires that he had only imagined before. He dug his nails into Seth's back as Seth ravaged his nipples until he could not take it anymore. "Pleeeeease...no more Seth... stop," he spit out in ecstasy and Seth licked down the boy's stomach. His stomach was hard and flat, with a bit of washboard ripple to it. Seth let his tongue trace the subtle traces of ridges that formed along what will be someday a six-pack as he worked his way down to Jacob's prize... his cock. The end of his foreskin was oozing with precum and Seth sucked the juices from it before pulling the skin back to reveal the purplish red head. "Damn you are nearly as big as I am Jacob," Seth said looking carefully at his boy's cock. "Nah... you are much bigger Seth," he said as he ran his fingers through the man's hair. Seth looked long at the boy's cock and figured it to be around seven inches before swallowing it down to the boy's pubes. Jacob arched his back as the sensation of his father's mouth around his cock sent torrents of passion through his young body. "Damn... damn," was all that Jacob could say. He knew that if his dad kept this up he would not last long. "Please stop Seth, I don't want to shoot yet," Jacob said, because he was close, very close to his climax and Seth dropped his cock. Seth pushed his son's legs upwards, licking behind his boy's balls until Jacob was moaning in delight. "Where did you learn to do that Seth," Jacob asked, shocked that his father would do such a thing to him. "I know your ma liked it when I licked down there so I figured you would also." He told him and went back to licking his balls. He then nibbled and licked his way down to the boy's pussy and then taking a deep breath, pushed his tongue deep into Jacob's virgin rosebud. Jacob arched his back and then shoved his ass upwards, giving his pa more access to his treasure. "Do it Seth, fuck me," Jacob said and the sound of that word coming from his boy was all that Seth needed to overcome any inhibitions that lingered. He sat up and Jacob handed his some lard. "You had this all planned didn't you son," Seth said as he took the lard from his son. "Yes pa... are you angry with me?" he asked. "I should be son, but I wanted this ever since the other night. If it hadn't been for Frank Thurman, I would have taken you before now," he said as he rubbed the lard on his large fat cock. Jacob knew that the initial penetration would hurt, because Alex had told him all about it. So he purposed in his mind not to let the pain show, or else his father would stop. Seth put the head of his cock to his son's waiting ass, after he put the boy's legs to rest on his shoulders. "Are you absolutely sure about this Jacob?" he asked looking down at his son. "Yes pa... ah Seth," he said and Seth leaned down and kissed the boy as he slid his cock into the boy's pussy. Jacob arched his back as the pain coursed through his body and Seth paused, kissing him deep and passionately. He felt the boy's ass muscles relax so he continued to feed him more cock. Jacob knew that his father's cock was large, but he hadn't imagined it to be this large. It felt like it was ripping his ass apart as he continued to feed his cock in. When Jacob felt his father's balls come to rest against his ass, he sighed a deep breath. Seth reached down and pinched his son's tender nipple and he tensed from the sensation and it resonated to his ass, where his muscles strangled Seth's swollen cock. "Damn son what your ass is doing to my cock," he said as he began to long fuck the boy. "Fuck me Seth... fuck me hard, fast and deep," Jacob said, using words that Seth had never heard his son use before, much less use himself. Seth was in a sexual frenzy as he pummeled Jacob's ass. Not sense his wedding night had he felt such sexual pleasure and even then, this far surpassed it. He was a man with a mission and that mission was to fill his son with his sperm and give him at the same time the extreme pleasure that he was feeling. "I love you Jacob Mathew MacDaniels," he said and the bent down, kissing him with the lust and passion that he was feeling for the boy. "I love you also Seth Andrew MacDaniels," he replied and kissed him just as hard back. They continued their fucking, stopping when their climax got close and resumed when it backed away. They continued like this until they were both to a point that neither could or wanted to hold off any longer. "Oh fuck Seth... fuck me harder... I'm shooting," Jacob said and blasted a volume of hot boy sperm out his cock unto his chest and stomach. His ass muscles constricted around Seth's cock and pushed him over his edge. "I'm going to shoot my sperm Jacob," he said and blasted Jacob's burning ass with his soothing hot sperm. The two moved as one as they met thrust after thrust, with Seth filling his son's ass and Jacob shooting his seed onto his stomach. As they eased out of their climax, Seth collapsed onto Jacob's cum covered body and kissed him passionately, each of them clinging to one another as they rode out their love's sweet tide of love making. "I love you Seth," Jacob said still fighting to regain normal breathing. "I never thought that I would love again after your ma died, but I have again found love in you Jacob. I love you more than my own life son," he said, his eyes glossed over as he leaned in and tenderly kissed his boy. As they kissed, Seth eased his cock from Jacob's sore swollen asshole and rolled to his side, pulling his son close to him in a spooning position. Jacob looked back over his shoulder and Seth kissed him softly, before they cuddled tightly and fell to sleep. *** With the meat cooking over a fire, Little Fox sat, with Hunter beside him. He thought of his father and brother, and how they had thought him dead was heavy on his mind. "I'm sorry for the pain that I have caused you pa," he said to no one but himself. He sat and thought about Alex, how he was his first lover but his thoughts quickly turned to Running Deer. He missed his Indian lover more than he did Alex and that told him, he was in love with Running Deer. "Am I ready to give up all that I have known as a white man to become a Comanche? I am sure that life itself shall determine for me, my path," he was mentally asking himself when Hunter quickly stood and began to growl. "What is it boy...what do you hear," he asked as he too stood and shielded his eyes from the sun to look around. He saw dust rising off in the distance so he quickly kicked out the fire and along with Hunter, took off running. As he ran, his eyes looked for a place that he could hide, but Hunter had already found a spot. Little Fox quickly followed the wolf and soon found a crevice that could shelter him from whomever or whatever it was that was coming his way. With his bow and arrows ready, he was prepared to fight at any cost. Within minutes he saw just what it was that had caused the large dust cloud, blue coat soldiers from the fort and his heart began to pound. "Here is your chance, do you stay Comanche or do you let the soldiers find you and take you back to the life that you once knew," he asked himself as the soldiers stopped where he and Hunter had been sitting not ten minutes earlier. "He's got to be around here somewhere," one soldier said, "the fire here is still hot," he observed. "Scout the area and especially that outcropping of rocks over there," the commanding officer told his men. Little Fox had his bow and arrow ready when out of nowhere, a buffalo herd appeared. The men scattered and so did their horses as hundreds of buffalos stampeded the area. Little Fox grabbed the opportunity and took off running alongside the charging buffalo. With Hunter running beside him, Little Fox ran, and ran fast to out distance himself from the soldiers. He grabbed onto a slower buffalo and threw himself up onto its back. Lying tight against the running animal, Little Fox clung on for dear life as the herd ran onward. When it seemed like the animals had ran for miles, they finally slowed when they came to a water hole. Little Fox jumped off the animal, it looked back briefly at him as if his purpose had been served, and then moved on with the others. "Thank you great and mighty buffalo," Little Fox said and again the animal looked back at him before continuing on. "The spirits of our ancestors have saved us Hunter," Little Fox said kneeling down and hugging the large wolf. "For they have sent us the great buffalo to spirit us away from the soldiers," he said and got up. He looked around and saw the fort off in the distance. His heart was heavy for instead of being closer to his camp, he was now closer to the fort. The sun was also sinking fast and soon it would be dark so he set about looking for a place to spend the night. "With the fort so close Hunter, there will be no fire to keep us warm," he told the great wolf as he watched it from the shelter of the trees. He sat and dug out the last of the meat, tossing a large chunk to Hunter before taking a bite for himself. He sat and watched as the great wolf sat tight to him. Little Fox was thankful for the warmth of the animal because along with the falling sun, the temperature was also falling. "Soon it will be dark and we can sleep a bit before we head back towards our camp," he told Hunter and lay back against the large animal and dozed off. *** Alex finished his duties around the colonel's quarters and told him that he was going to the river to wash. After the previous nights sex, he wanted to be fresh and clean for his lover. He grabbed a towel and was almost out the door, when Ranald called out to him. "Take the rifle with you Alex and keep it close," he told the boy. "Yes sir," he said, careful to maintain their proper places. With his towel and lye soap in hand, Alex walked towards the gate. The soldiers manning the gate gave him a look as he approached. "Here comes Mackenzie boy," one whispered to the other. "Boy?" the other questioned, not sure as to what he meant. "Yes boy... his personal fuck boy Josh," he whispered as Alex got close. "So where are you off to boy?" he asked Alex. "Down to the river to bathe," he told the soldier. "Getting that ass clean for the colonel boy?" he asked and Alex became alarmed. "I am bathing because I wish to be clean. I am not his boy as you may think private," Alex retorted. *** He walked through the door of the gate and out into the night, lit only by the moonlight. He was unnerved by the soldier's remarks and he planned to bring it up to Ranald, once he returned to his quarters. He stripped out of his uniform and stepped into the cool water. He gingerly rubbed the soap over his body to wash away the sweat and dirt of the day. He rubbed the bar of soap in his wet hair and once he had thoroughly washed it, submerged himself. He came up fast, inhaling a great breath of air to find the brash soldier standing naked before him. "Mind if I join you boy?" he said and grabbed Alex, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Let me go asshole, or else," Alex threatened. "Or else what, are you going to tell your lover the colonel," he asked still holding Alex tight. "Help!" he screamed out but the man submerged him and held under the water. Alex struggled to get away, holding his breath as he fought the soldier. His head gained the surface for a brief moment and he took a quick breath before being forced back under. He worried that his life was going to end as he felt the grip of the soldier tighten. "Die you little bastard," he said as he held Alex underwater. Alex struggled hard and came up one more time, before being forced down again. "I said diiii..." the private let go of Alex as pain shot through his back, and the boy bobbed to the surface face down. The private turned to see his worse fear standing in front of him as another arrow went flying and got him in the chest. Little Fox raced to the Alex and pulled him quickly from the water. "Alex!" he said in shock to see his friend lying there on the shore. He quickly began to do as he was taught by the Comanche's when a young child had drowned. It wasn't long before Alex began to come to and cough. "Caleb?" he asked looking up at the boy. "How..." he began to say and his eyes closed again as he lost consciousness. "Alex...please don't die," he said then the thud to the back of his head from the butt end of a rifle. "That'll teach you... you savage," the soldier said as he pulled his knife out to finish what he had started. "Nooooo," Alex screamed, coming too to see the soldier about to scalp Caleb. To be continued... Email me at randyhoward2@yahoo.com with suggestions and comments!