Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:08:28 -0400
From: Magnolia Blossom <DuluthSpecial@webtv.net>
Subject: 'It Was The Year 1847' Final Chapter
Daddy, I mean Carl, and I engaged in every sex
act, every position, known to man, EXCEPT anal. We came near trying
that. Carl stuck his big finger in his mouth and got it wet and rimmed
my puckerhole with his wet finger. He laughingly asked, " Is it alright
if I get your ass cherry with my finger ? I couldn't even get the head
of my cock in that tight virgin ass without some lubrication on it. "
"Not now, Sweetheart, " I responded. " I'm totally
bushed, but well sated. Let's save THAT adventure for a later time." I
was so tired that the only kiss I could muster up was a peck on his
cheek.
We fell asleep in each others arms, not giving a thought to my missing
brother.
I was suddenly awakened with cries of, "Mr.
Carl, Mr. Carl, we found your boy, wake up Mr. Carl !!!! I struggled
awake, thinking that I was dreaming, but the first pale light of dawn
was peeping into our wagon. I recognized the voice as Mr. Bartholomew's.
I hurriedly opened the door flap in our wagon, and asked, "What do you
mean that you've 'found' my brother ? Where did you find him ? "
" Miss Annie, I better tell Mr. Carl first. You're a
delicate lady, maam." Carl rose from our pallet and joined me at the
door flap.
" Please step outta your wagon, Mr. Carl, and set down on
your step here. I have some terrible news to give you." Mr Bartholomew
was visibly shaken.
My Daddy, Carl, sat down on the step and said, " O.K.
Mr. Bartholomew, spit it out !!!! "
"Well Lord help us, Mr. Carl, but my boy was out hunting
bright and early this morning, and God help us, he found your boy
hanging from a tall tree limb. It looks like he fashioned a noose outta
a rope, got up on his horse, tightened the noose 'round his neck and
kicked his horse so it'd run out from under him. I'm so sorry Mr. Carl,
Miss Annie."
'Wait up Mr. Bartholomew, let me get my clothes on and
I'd be much obliged
if you'd take me there."
"I'm going, too, Carl, " I said to him as we both
pulled our clothes on. "I don't think you should, Annie. It won't be a
pretty sight. I've seen hangings before. But if you insist, let's go."
We all walked the 500 feet or so, and by the time we got
there, the men had already cut my brother down, had his body lying on
the ground, his face covered with his own black coat. Carl, knelt by his
son's lifeless body and gently cradled him in his arms. With a wail of
pure anguish, Carl cried out, " My son, my son, WHY did you do this ???
" and he rocked back and forth as he moaned. One of
the men approached Carl, twisting his hat in his hands, and spoke
quietly, "Mr. Carl, your horse was standing just a ways over there, and
we found your son's Bible in one of the saddle bags There's a note
tucked inside. I'm mighty sorry for your loss, Mr. Carl, Miss Annie." He
stepped back and another man stepped forward and handed Carl his son's
Bible.
I took Carl by the arm, "Let's go back to our wagon so you
can read my brothers' note in private." In a slow procession, 4 men
carrying my brothers' body followed us back to our wagon. We
sat on the step to our wagon and pulled my brothers' note from the
Bible.
With trembling hands, my father opened the note. It read:
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'My father, do not blame yourself
for what I have done. It is totally my doing. I knew that even with a
merciful God, I could never get forgiveness for engaging in an incestuos
affair with my own flesh and blood, you my father. Taking my own life
will be my punishment, and though I will rot in Hell, it will be far
better than living with the guilt that bears heavy on me every day and
night. I have been in torment for too long. Please give my sister,
Annie, a hug for me and tell her that I am deeply ashamed for the
horrible names I called her. It was done in a fit of anger. Ask her to
forgive me. And for what it's worth, I give you my blessing for your new
life together. Your son, Lee Alexander Mills
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Carl and I softly wept in each others
arms, until some of our fellow travelers approached us, bringing our
supper meal. As those kind folks placed their food on our outside table,
each man removed his hat and briefly bowed his head, and each woman
curtsied.
Mr. Bartholomew approached Carl and I and said
in a solemn voice, " Mr. Carl, Miss Annie, some of the other travelers
and myself have made plans to bury your son and brother, and if you
approve, we'll get started on it tonight, sir, We have a shroud that
we'll put Mr. Lee in, after the women folk have bathed him, and I have a
right nice wooden box I made that I'm bringing along with us. I'd be
mighty proud if you'd give me the honor of using it to bury your beloved
son in, Mr. Carl."
" I 'm humbled to accept your kind offer.
Maybe some day, Mr. Bartholomew, I will be able to repay you for all
your kindness and generosity in this hour of grief of mine and Annie's.
As Carl and I lay naked in each others arms arms that
night, the moonlight illuminating our wagon through the open door flap,
he said to me, "My beloved 'wife', I take that beautiful full moon as a
good omen for the rest of our journey and our new life together. Lee is
gone forever, his remains will stay buried here on the bank of the Platt
River. He will always be a memory in our hearts. But, for right now,
woman of mine, I need some of that fine pussy of yours, I want this hard
cock of mine deep inside that your tight Love Box, so spread your legs,
HERE I COME !!!! "
After 10 long, grueling, at times treacherous
months we reached Oregon. Carl and got our land grant, and made plans
for our log cabin. By this time the fact that Carl and I were father and
daughter had almost faded from our minds. No one there knew about it,
and Carl and I were married on June 15, 1848.
Lee, Carl's son and my brother will lie forever back on the bank of the
Platt River, but, if this baby I carry inside me is a boy, he will be
called Alex, after his uncle, Lee Alexander Mills.
THE END