Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 12:24:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wagon Train / Incest / Chapter One

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 one

Head west young man

It was late spring and the late May sun felt warm on their faces as Seth
MacDaniels and his sons Jacob, sixteen and Caleb, fifteen, inspected their
team of oxen and the wagon.

They were heading west from their hometown of Denton Texas and hopefully
end in El Monte California. A warm westerly breeze kicked up the dust from
dirt that the wagon sat on.

Seth made a final glance at the ruins of what was a loved filled house. It
was now a burned out remnant, the result of a Comanche raid that not only
destroyed his house but took the life of his wife Rebecca.  He walked over
to the grave of his wife and knelt beside the simple cross that bared the
name of his wife upon it. He couldn't understand how his God could allow
his wife to die, but he also knew not to question his maker's ways.

"I may be leaving you sweetheart, but I know that you are with our Lord,"
he hung his head and said a silent prayer before realizing that someone was
standing beside him. He looked up.

"Pa, are you alright?" Jacob asked as he stood beside his dad looking at
the cross.

"I was just saying goodbye to your ma," he replied getting up.

"Everything is ready to go. I double checked the riggings and wagon twice
pa."

"Then let's go son, we're burning daylight," he said as he got up and
wrapped his arm around his eldest son, walking back to the wagon.

Caleb was already in the wagon waiting anxiously to get started on his
adventure west.

Seth and Jacob climbed up into wagon and Seth took the reins from Caleb.

"Get up there," Seth yelled and the oxen moved forward, pulling the loaded
wagon.

*** Once they joined the others in town, Seth was taken by the number of
wagons waiting to leave. There were over a hundred and fifty of them, each
loaded and ready to move. He took his place behind the last wagon, as
another four fell in behind him.

"Well it looks like half the township is going west Seth," Frank Thurman
said to Seth as he walked over to him. "Have you given your name yet to the
wagon master?"

"I was just about to report in Frank," he told him as Frank's boys, Monroe
19, Stephen 17 and Alex 13, joined their pa.

"You boys wait here, we'll be but a minute," Frank told them and walked off
with Seth.

"It looks like everyone we know is leaving Denton," Monroe said as Jacob
climbed down from the wagon.

"Do you blame them, with the Indian raids why stay here," Jacob solemnly
said as he remembered the one that took his mother from him.

They spoke for the better part of twenty minutes before Seth and Frank
returned.

"We leave shortly boys," Frank told his sons and all bid their goodbyes to
Seth and the boys.

Seth climbed up into his seat and with Jacob on side of him and Caleb on
the other; they waited for the wagon train to leave. They sat there and
watched as the first began to move and within ten minutes it was their
turn. Slowly the wagons moved along, pulled by a team of eight oxen.

"We're really going pa... finally going," Caleb yelled whipping his hat
around in the air.

"Don't be so anxious to be going to where you don't know the perils that
await you boy,"

Seth scolded.

"I'm sorry pa, but this is exciting," Caleb said apologetically.

They moved along at a steady pace, a desert route headed west, not as a
single thread, but as a complex of trails with converging and diverging
branches. Fed by roadways that originated in Missouri, Tennessee, eastern
and central Texas, Santa Fe, northern Mexico and other wellsprings of
emigration and commerce, the desert route evolved constantly over time,
reflecting the growth in settlements and the increase in travel across the
Southwest. It would become known as part of the Ox Bow Trail, which
originated in Missouri and Tennessee and ended in San Francisco. Segments
from southwestern New Mexico to the Pacific coast would become known as
Cooke's Wagon Trail. The segment paralleling the Gila River would sometimes
be called the Gila Trail. The entire length – from the Pecos to the
Pacific – would be known by drovers as the Texas-California Cattle
Trail.

*** Just after dark, the wagons stopped for the night. Forming several
circles formed by the wagons, they set up camp and prepared the evening
meal before heading off to bed.

"I want you boys asleep as soon as we finish up with vittles and clean up,"
Seth said as he dished out a stew of beans and dried beef.

"Sure pa," Jacob said, smiling at his pa and shooting a fleeting glance at
his brother.

"But couldn't we walk around a bit pa? I promised Alex that I would see him
after we ate." Caleb begged.

"We'll be on the trail be daybreak so it's off to bed boy," Seth demanded
sharply, and it was always Caleb that challenged his authority.

"Just do what you're told Cal," Jacob whispered to his brother.

They finished their meal and clean up before heading off to the wagon to
bed. They spread their night rolls out under the wagon and climbed into
them for the night. Caleb lay there waiting for the camp to calm down for
the night.

"Pssst... pssst," Caleb heard coming from the bushes.

He looked over at Jacob who was snoring lightly before creeping out of his
bedroll and scurrying off into the night. Once out of the light of the
camp, Caleb found Alex waiting for him. He rushed into his waiting arms and
they kissed... passionately.

"I didn't think that you were going to meet me Cal," Alex said as they
walked off hand in hand.

"Pa told us to go to bed once we finished eating and did our chores," he
said and turned to face his young lover, drawing him close to him in a
tight embrace.

"Well you are here now and we'd better hurry before we are missed," Alex
told him.

"But where are we going," Caleb asked.

"Over here, I brought a blanket," he said taking him by the hand and
leading him to where he had hidden the blanket.

Within a dense thicket of wild bushes lay a blanket waiting for the two
young lovers.

They quickly shucked their clothes before Alex held out his waiting arms to
Caleb. Caleb climbed on top of his lover and their lips met in love's sweet
kiss. Caleb opened his mouth to Alex whose tongue searched his mouth.

"Did you bring anything to use Alex?" he asked sitting up between the boy's
spread legs.

"I have some lard that I took from ma," and he reached over to retrieve the
cloth with the lard inside it.

Caleb grabbed a glob and rubbed it into Alex's sweet pucker before adding
more to his own cock in preparation for their sex. He put his cock's head
to the boy's rosebud and gave it firm push. Aided by the slippery lard, his
cock fully entered Caleb. The boy stiffened his body as the invasion pained
him.

"Damn it Cal, you could have been easier," he whispered as he willed
himself to relax.

"It's the damn lard, it's so slippery that my cock just went all the way in
Alex... sorry,"

he said and waited for Alex to relax.

He bent down and kissed his lover and once he felt Alex's ass muscles
relax, he began to attack the boy's ass with fervor. He lifted up on his
arms and began to pound deep and hard into Alex. Soon the two had a rhythm
that had them fucking like there was no tomorrow. Alex fisted his cock
while Caleb aggressively fucked him. It wasn't long before the boys were at
their edge.

"Slow down please Cal... you have me so close," Alex moaned as he dropped
his cock to let the climax ease back.

"Your ass is so tight that I can't slow down... aaaah fuck I'm shooting
Alex," he moaned as his cock erupted in the boy's ass.

Alex began to fist his cock with furry as Caleb filled his ravaged bowels
with his sperm.

Soon he too was shooting his sperm all over his stomach and chest.

"Do me... oh God do me," Alex moaned as his cock offered up its sweet
elixir.

Caleb fucked his friend hard and fast until they had surrendered all. Once
spent, Caleb fell down on his lover and their mouths met in passion's kiss.

"Mmmmm," Alex and Caleb moaned in unison as they rode out the tide of their
passion.

*** "Did you hear that Seth, that animal in not indigenous to these here
parts?" Frank stated.

"Comanche's or Kiowa's," Seth asked and the two walked back towards their
perspective wagons.

"I would venture to guess Comanche; because the Kiowa's don't usually come
this far east I've been told."

"In either event, I want to alert the boys and the others." Seth said
hurrying his pace.

"I'll let the others know to be alert and ready for any sudden attack,"
Frank said before running off.

*** "I reckon that we should be getting back Alex. My pa will skin me alive
if he catches me out and about when he ordered me to bed," Caleb said as
the boys quickly got dressed.

"My pa will do the same Cal... let's hurry cuz I am getting a funny feeling
`bout being out here like this," he said as he pulled his suspenders up
onto his shoulders. "Your stuff is running down my legs," he said and
squeezed his ass cheeks together as he put his hat on.

Alex rolled up the blanket after he shook it out and the boys gave a brief
kiss before heading back in separate directions to their wagons. The noises
of the night had Caleb spooked and the hair on the nap of his neck was
standing tall. He quietly stole his way back towards the encampment and
could see the fire lights in the distance. He heard a twig snap and then
suddenly a hand covered his mouth as whoever it was pulled him to
them. Caleb struggled briefly but his captor had to firm a grip on him.

*** "Jacob wake up, where in tarnation is your brother," Seth asked a
groggy Jacob.

"He was right beside me pa... really he was," Jacob said as he looked over
at the empty bedroll that belonged to his brother. "Maybe he needed to use
the bushes... you know pa," he offered.

"Damn... damn, there are Indians around. Get up and be alert son while I go
looking for your brother," he said and walked off.

He was just about to leave the safety of the wagons when an arrow caught
him in the left arm. He screamed out in pain and ducked back behind the
wagon for cover.

"Indians... man your stations," he screamed as he pulled the arrow from his
arm.

"Pa... you've been hurt," Jacob said as he came running to assist his
father.

"Rip off a piece of my shirt and wrap it around my arm," he ordered as
arrows flew all around them. "Keep down boy, I don't need to be burying you
also," he ordered and Jacob lowered his himself to his knees.

Jacob ripped the bottom of his pa's shirt off and wrapped it around his
bleeding arm.

Seth, once bandaged, took aim at the darkness.  His mind was on Caleb and
he silently prayed for the boy's protection.  He focused on a shadow that
seem to be moving when there was not the slightest hint of a breeze. He
trained his firearm on the object and watched as a Comanche warrior
appeared and crawled on his belly towards the wagon.

He let out a shot and stopped the Indian dead where he lay. That brought
the wild, frightening screams of more. Jacob was handing loaded firearms to
his pa and Seth was firing as fast as he got the piece from Jacob. Soon he
and Jacob were fighting hand to hand with their attackers.

"Seth duck," a voice called out and Seth rolled to his right as a shot rang
out, dropping the Indian that he was fighting to the ground.

Another shot dropped to one that Jacob was fighting just as he was about to
plunge his knife into the boy.

"Pa... are you alright," Jacob shouted as he reloaded a rifle and quickly
fired it at another Indian as he came charging at him. He too fell dead to
the ground.

*** 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.


To be continued.


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