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Late Summer 1835

 

"How can I know if I had a vision?" John Running Deer asked the council.

"Tell us your experience, we will try to advise you" one of the elders said.

"Well, I've never had a vision before but this was almost like dreaming with my eyes open, only it was more than that. I could hear everything; I could smell everything; it was like waking life taking place in front of me." he replied.

"What did you see, my son" the elder said.

"I was standing in a large field surrounded by mountains; there were countless Aniyunwiya there. A darkness like a shadow came from the East and a voice was heard by all. "You must go!" it said. A group from the multitude ceded to the evil shadow and walked toward the setting sun. Again, louder, the voice shouted "You must go!!" When the voice shouted this time a wind from it blew up a dust cloud and I could see most of our people being blown into the sunset over the mountains. A final time the voice shouted "You must go!!!". Shapeless forms ran toward us, we could feel hands trying to drag us, but we refused to move. Suddenly, out of nowhere came an enormous murder of crows. Each crow held in one foot what appeared to be a ball of light. The shadow beings tried and tried to get at us but the crows kept diving at them, cawing and flashing them with the light, bright as the sun. The shadow shot shafts of darkness into the flock but it looked as if every shot they took only multiplied the number of crows. Finally, the field was as a beautiful midsummer day, our brothers the crows had vanquished the shadow with the purity of their light. Afterwards, I saw a beautiful Aniyunwiya woman waking in the rows of corn in ceremonial robes who said to me "those who persevere will receive help from the spirits and be allowed to stay. Then...I...came to myself. I was alone in my field again.

Concern was heavy on the faces of several of the elders. "Have you told anyone else about this?" they asked him.

"No, grandfathers, only you" he said.

"For now, keep this vision to yourself. Speak of it with no other" the council told him.

The elders sent him out and spoke about the vision to each other in hushed voices. Could this young man be a prophet sent from Unetlanvhi? It seems he had been touched by the Corn Maiden spirit. If this was truly a vision, there would be much hardship before the resolute would be able to stay in the mountains.

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As John Running Deer walked away from the council house, he heard the cawing of a crow. Behind him on a tree limb the crow watched him walk toward home. As soon as he was about to walk out of the crow's sight the bird took flight and landed in a tree just ahead, as if watching over him. All the way to his cabin this continued. By the time he reached his home there were four crows watching from the trees nearby.

Before walking into the cabin, John turned around and quietly said "Goodnight brothers, sleep well!"

 

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Late January 1836

 

Snow had been falling for three days now, just light flurries mostly but with some heavy precipitation interspersed. Jacob's friend in Qualla Town had been gathering signatures on a petition showing opposition to the Treaty of New Echota. Neither Chief John Ross or the tribal council had signed off on the so-called treaty. The government had accepted the signatures of men who had given up and resigned to be moved west such as Stand Watie and John Ridge. William Thomas had spent thousands of dollars already purchasing back parcels of the Cherokee's own land that was taken by the U.S. government. Jacob Schwarz and my daddy had been working with him for several years.

Day after tomorrow there was to be a meeting at the Qualla meeting house. Jacob and my father were riding out to meet up with John Running Deer. Mama had been gone to my sister Katie's again to help with sick children, so Sammy and me were babysitting my younger brothers Joey (now 12) and Donny (now 10). My sister Jennie balked at staying in a house full of boys and was staying with her friend Sally.

Joey was a hand full. He was at the perfect age to be a happy go lucky kid one minute and a total asshole terror the next. I was just glad he settled on a name finally, we were tired of walking on eggshells about that. He went from JoeBob to Joey to JR and now he seemed to have settled back with Joey. The thing he still had NOT settled out was whether he liked girls or boys.

Some of us like me and Sammy knew before we knew that our peters were good for anything other than peeing that we liked boys. Joey, on the other hand, was a very good-looking boy, and as such, he had lots of girls who were sweet on him and more than one boy. Some days he'd be mooning over some girl and following her around like a lost puppy dog and then a few days later we'd spot him taking a boy up to our "love nest" on the cliff.

Donny (who used to be nicknamed Booger) was a sweet kid. At 10, he reminded me a lot of myself at that age. Donny was always kind of a small kid and at 10 he was only about 4' 5" tall and around 70lbs. The damnedest thing was the change already hitting him. He already had peach fuzz on his lip and odor from under his arms though no visible hair yet. I could tell from the way his overalls looked that other parts were growing too; a growth spurt was due any day. Whereas Joey wasn't sure what he wanted, Donny was almost inseparable from a Cherokee boy he met named Jimmy Cole last summer. Jimmy was about 4'9" tall and probably 80lbs. with beautiful copper colored skin, jet black hair and deep, dark brown almost black eyes. Donny and Jimmy whispered with each other so much and the looks they gave each other...takes me back. I think Donny is the brother most like me.

School ran from late October to early March and they had been assigned the evening chores at the Schwarzes on their way back here. Danny was helping Randy with the morning chores but he had his hands full with Rebecca and the new baby so he couldn't go in the evening. Now that Randy had started up the sawmill, he was usually busy right up till dark, so daddy had volunteered my brothers to help out. Of course, that meant that Sammy was with me helping out but that was absolutely fine with me.

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It was getting dark and my brothers still weren't here. In the wintertime they had school until 1 or 2 o'clock. Then they had to go by Schwarz's and get the animals fed before they came up here but they should have had been here by now. Sammy said I worried too much, and pointed at the lantern he could see moving through the trees in the distance. I was relieved but I hated that they had been lollygagging around and cutting it so close to dark.

"Jimmy made us run late" Joey said, clearly amused at making Donny squirm, "him and Donny couldn't break loose from diddling each other long enough for us to get the animals fed."

Red-faced Donny said "Nuh uh, Jimmy only came to help us do our chores."

Joey laughed out loud "I didn't know hanging onto your little goober was such a chore!"

"Tell Jasper why Dennis McCraig calls you blowy, Joey" Donny rebuffed.

Joey gave him a steamy look. "Okay, that's enough, fellas" I said. We went on in the house and had a bite of supper and got into bed.

I told Sammy about the conversation with Joey and Donny. "Wait" he said "I thought Joey was trying to convince that girl Shirley to show him what her cunny-hole looked like the other day?"

"Well, you know by now, he don't know what he wants. He seems to like it all" I said.

"I know what I want" Sammy said pulling me close. He had one hand planted between by ass cheeks and was massaging my hole while our hard poles rubbed each other. He reached down beside the bed and got our jar of grease and put a glob in my hole. I rolled on my back and he crawled around and stuck his dick in my face rubbing clear sweet fluid across my lips.

Upstairs the boys had kept picking at each other for a while then gotten quiet. They both lay in the dark but pubescent horniness was keeping them awake. "Donny...are you still awake..." Joey whispered. "Yeah...I can't sleep either, blowy" Donny just wouldn't give up. Joey ignored him and said "Do you think they're doing stuff downstairs?" "Probably" Donny replied. Joey stood up and, in the moonlight, Donny could see he didn't have any clothes on. Joey started tiptoeing toward the ladder. "Where are you going?" Donny asked. "I'm gonna see if I can peek on them" he said. "Hold on...I wanna come too" said Donny, getting up quietly. He was only wearing his union suit underwear and the front of it was pushed out making a good-sized little bump. "Don't forget, the 5^th step going down creaks" Donny said, when they go to it, they were careful to skip it. As near silently as possible they crept to the door to their parents' room where the older boys were sleeping. The door was pushed to, but not completely shut.

Joey stood and put his head up to the crack. Donny wanted to see too, so he got on his knees in front of Joey. By the time they got in position, Sammy was well into it, sawing in and out of my ass and had adjust me so he was beating my love nut on every downstroke. The covers were long gone so what Donny and Joey could see of the moonlit scene was Sammy's muscular back and tight ass pumping and my feet hanging over his shoulders.

Joey reached down to stroke his peter and it bumped against Donny's head. Donny was massaging his spike through the cloth of his underwear. Joey stroked his meat a few times then looked down at Donny and tapped him on the head. Donny turned his head up and Joey poked the stiff organ at his mouth. Donny thought about it a second then licked across the tip. He reached up and pulled the skin back and was hit with that smell, not a nasty smell just the smell of a pecker that hadn't seen water today. The smell made him even more horny and he took his brother's bone in his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. He pulled the skin back down trapping his tongue inside and worked the head. With his left hand, Donny was busy unbuttoning the fly on his drawers to get his ripe and ready to burst wiener out.

Inside the bedroom, I was getting close to the end. The big dick prostate massage had me tight as a piano string. From my abused asshole all the way through the end of my peter my body was humming. Sweat dripped from the end of Sammy's nose onto my chest as he sped up. He was close too. He started slamming into me going deep as possible each time. It only took about six of these hard strokes and I started gushing. Now that I was 16 it was definitely not little dribbles; it was the reason we kept a rag by the bed. Sammy had a recent infatuation, when he felt me coming, he pulled out and pulled on himself till he shot his copious load on top of mine then mixed the all the juice up with his cock. He ran two fingers through the soup and collected some and stuck the mixture in his mouth to sample it. I pulled him up and sampled the concoction directly off the mixing spoon. As I was reaching under the mattress to find the cum rag I looked toward the door and I thought I saw shadows there.

Joey kind of jumped and pulled his junk out of Donny's mouth. The guys were finished, they needed to get back upstairs so as not to get caught. They quickly retreated from the door and hit the steps, Donny in the lead. Joey forgot which rung was creaky on the way up and put his full weight on it, the sound wasn't really loud but it was a squeak very out of place in a dead quiet house in the night. They got back in bed and waited but nobody came to get onto them so after about ten minutes Joey tiptoed over to Donny's bed. "Could you finish what you were doing, I'm getting sore down there, my juice needs to come out" he pleaded. "If you'll do me..." Donny said. Joey shook his head yes and reached to rub Donny's goober and got cloth. "Lose the clothes" he said "you're old enough not to sleep in clothes anyway."

Donny pulled his arms out of the union suit and pushed it down, raising his legs to push the thing off his feet then tossed it on the floor. Joey got into the bed point his head into Donny's crotch. Donny opened up and resumed the blowjob he had been giving downstairs while Joey took his little brother's ball sack in his mouth and started rolling the pair of grapes around with his tongue. Donny decided to try something he had practiced with Jimmy. When he was sucking Jimmy, he was able to get the whole thing in his mouth, he even had room to stick his tongue out and like Jimmy's sack. He started pushing down on Joey and quickly figured out that the little bit of difference between Jimmy and Joey made a big difference where it hit in his mouth. But Donny was on a mission at that point. He studied the angle the shaft had and he adjusted the angle of his head and neck to approximate it, then went back down. He still wasn't getting it all. This time when he went down as the head reached the back, he kind of swallowed and Joey pushed at the same time. Donny found his throat full of dick and his nose was all the way into Joey's fuzzy balls.

Meanwhile, I had to piss now that our fun was over. I got up and went started to go outside when I heard the distinct sound of a step creak. So, we did have peeping toms, I thought to myself. I stepped outside into the extremely cold mountain air, took a quick piss off the porch and ran back inside quietly. I stood in the darkness by the fireplace for a minute warming up when I heard the sound of soft footsteps above my head followed by the sound of something thrown on the floor. I decided to investigate. I knew the squeaky step was the sixth one from the bottom, I stepped over it. Walking up a couple more steps I stopped with my head just clearing the floor level. Donny was in the bed by the window so the moonlight gave me quite a show. My little brothers were locked in a head to toe, Joey was on his back and it looked like Donny's face was pushed all the way down to the touching point. At the same time, Donny's satchel was being obscenely pulled into Joey's mouth like a cut of pork being fed into a sausage grinder. Joey came off the marble bag and started sucking on Donny's dangling treasure. Donny grabbed Joey's ass cheeks one in each hand and started travelling back down to the scrotum while pulling Joey's ass apart as hard as he could. Donny's face went flat with Joey's body then he came up coughing. "You didn't warn me!...*cough* *cough*...I think...*cough*...some went in...*cough* *cough*...my lungs" he complained. He coughed one more time then sucked in air and went stiff, his little ass tightened up and he forced Joey's head into the bed as he hunched on the older boy's head. When he started to roll off, I made my way back downstairs and into bed.

"Damn! You're hard again already?!" Sammy whispered. "Wait till you hear what I just saw" I said.

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The Next Morning

The boys were sitting at the table half asleep while me and Sammy cooked bacon and eggs and grits for breakfast. I was laying the plates and forks on the table when I noticed white crust on the side of Donny's face. I had to pick "Guys, are y'all okay, I thought I heard coughing last night, y'all ain't getting sick, are you?" I tried to keep a concerned look on my face. Donny had turned bright red. I looked at him and said "do you have a fever; you look a little flushed."

"Nah, I'm okay, I just felt like something was stuck in my throat last night and I think I may have swallowed some spit or something the wrong way" Donny said.

"Yeah, he had something in his throat" Joey said looking lost in thought, "by the way, I was kinda worried about you guys last night. I got up to go pee and I heard Sammy, it sounded like he was tearfully praying, saying `Oh God, Oh God' but I couldn't hear the rest of the prayer."

Now Sammy turned bright red, but then, in his best imitation of the preacher, he said "Sometimes I feel like I'm deep in a hole there's only one way out of it and so I pray for deliverance."

"See there, boys, Sammy was deep in a hole. Now y'all eat so you can get to school" I said, ending that conversation.

 

Lambodara 09/15/2019