Frontier Justice (or My western harem)
Lubrican
Frontier Justice
(or My Western Harem)
by Robert Lubrican
Original Edition
Copyright 2026
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Table of Contents
Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten
Foreword
I got an email from a reader who identified himself (or herself) only as busybox123. The email said:
Hello Bob/Lubrican, I've been following you for a long time and enjoy a number of your stories. I honestly have very little criticism for a lot of them other than "they aren't to my taste".
I have a request, and I won't be put out if it doesn't happen: I'd like a plain old boring incest harem story. I know a lot of your themes deal on this, here are the caveats:
I'd like it from the son's perspective
I'd like there to be no other men/boys to be involved sexually with the Son & Ladies.
I'd like no cuckholding.
Slow, and much pregnancy please.
Personally I'd like an epic like "sea king" by colt 45, or "a matter of blood" by Latestageinfernalism.
I know this is a gimme gimme, and you probably get 45 billion of these a day. So I thank you for your consideration in reading this.
You do well with the folksy modern day or slightly yesteryear stuff, I'd like to some scifi, or fantasy, or mystery thrown in to your work :)
anyway, long time fan. Regardless of if you honor this request or not, thank you for being you."
Now usually, I don't take on challenges like this. I used to, but then people started getting ridiculous, wanting so much detail that they wrote the story in the request.
But this one had a little wiggle room, and this person has put up with all those stories that "weren't to his taste." That's a pretty significant compliment, so I came up with something.
Why am I telling you all this, instead of just presenting the story as "one I wrote" in the normal course of things? Well, because I enjoy the dialogue I have with my readers and I want you to have some inkling of how my mind works. So read that challenge again, and then read the book, and then tell me whether you think I got it right or not. I would have liked to send this to busybox but the email address wasn't complete. I hope he/she sees this.
Bob
Chapter One
In the year of everybody's Lord,1870, being sixteen and a cowboy in the Wyoming territory was the glamorous life most young men dreamed of who read the dime novels about such things.
It was 1870 but, unhappily, I was sixteen and not a cowboy. The Lord didn't seem to have much use for me, either.
I suppose I’m not being fair, because I did have a pretty good life. If I had known what was going to happen to me in the future I would have smiled a lot and been quite happy, cowboy or not.
I live with three women. My father died in a mining accident so I have been “the man of the house” since I was six. In this case, the “house” was the building that was currently being used as a dry-goods store. My mother, Emma, and my aunt Matilda run the store and my sister, Chastity, works there. I do odd jobs around town, which can be just about anything. There isn’t a surfeit of working men in town and most business owners don’t want to hire a full-time man to do little chores, so they hire me to do them and only have to pay for that job. The store used to be something else, but it wasn’t anybody’s home, because it isn’t laid out like a home. What I mean is there is one big room on the main floor, where the store is, and one small room in the back where there is a cook stove and table to eat at, with a small larder that sticks off to one side, like it was an afterthought. We all sleep in the upstairs room, over the store. The upstairs room in the store is fairly large, being maybe thirty-five feet long and fourteen wide. The roof slants in from the sides, but that really isn’t a problem. Clothing storage and beds and such are near the “short” spaces, where nobody needs to stand up. Whether it was by design or not, my sister and I slept in the same bed until she was fourteen and I was fifteen. Our bed was at one end of the room and my mother and her sister's beds were at the other end. My aunt was unmarried and what was called an old maid in those days. A small potbellied stove sat in the middle and extra goods were stored wherever they would fit.
This arrangement was fine until Chastity and I entered puberty. Even though she was a year younger than me, our interests were similar and our interest in sex was on an identical plane. This not to say we overtly thought about sex. We knew about it by the time I was ten and she was nine. There was a building in town that had “Hotel” painted on it in big, faded letters. It was actually the saloon, and everybody knew what the men and women who went upstairs were doing; they just didn’t talk about it. I don’t know if they ever rented a room to somebody as an actual hotel room or not.
What happened between me and Chastity wasn’t planned. It just kind of happened. We had always cuddled for warmth in the winter time and the winter I was fifteen and she was fourteen, while we cuddled we kind of moved around a lot. What I mean is, something made us want to wiggle against each other. I had been getting a stiff pecker for a long time, and Chastity knew all about that, of course, but my mother and aunt did not. So, the fact that I had a stiff pecker while we were wiggling against each other didn’t bother her. My boner had rubbed against her hundreds of times.
What my boner had not done, hundreds of times, was slide right into my sister’s pussy. She yipped and I froze. It was hot all around my dick and I honestly did not know what had happened.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered. We didn't want to wake Mother or Aunt Mattie up, because they got cranky if they didn't get a good night's sleep.
“You hurt my privates,” she whispered back.
“What do you mean?” I asked,
She moved and I felt the heat climb further up my cock.
“Your private thing is up inside my privates,” she gasped, softly.
"It feels hot," I grunted. I had the strongest urge to push, but I didn't. I was afraid I'd hurt her. Her pussy felt like it was trying to push me back out.
“You’re making a baby in me like they do upstairs in the saloon,” she said, softly. That’s how things had been characterized to us by my mother when she had to explain why the men and women went upstairs, together. We took one meal a day in the saloon because the cook and Mom had an agreement about her trading him supplies for his kitchen in exchange for the four of us getting to eat there. Anyway, Mom said that those people were going upstairs to make a baby. That was confusing, because we knew all the girls who dressed in scanty clothes and hung around the bar until some man wanted to take her upstairs to make a baby, and none of those women ever got pregnant. Well, one or another did, now and then, and she’d go off with the cowboy she’d taken upstairs. These women tried to make a baby with all sorts of different men, so it was a puzzle as to how they knew which man they’d been successful at it with. Each girl had a favorite cowboy, though, and that’s who they usually went off with. We supposed it was to be his wife, since the only other pregnant women in town were married.
Anyway, when I finally realized what she was talking about, instinct made me thrust and my whole penis got surrounded by that amazing heat. Chastity groaned and I said, “Are you okay?” and she said, “Yes. Please don’t stop doing that.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about. We were on our sides, which wasn’t the optimal position for brand new lovers. She knew what she was talking about, though, and she rolled up on top of me. Then she started moving up and down and back and forth and it felt super good on my pecker and she made these soft gasps and something grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard and I shot off in her, just like that.
I did know about shooting stuff out of my penis. That was one of my favorite things. I had learned that it felt good to rub my pecker when we were in the horse trough out back of the store. That’s where we took baths in the summer, and Chastity and I took them together. That was late at night of course, and it was dark, so nobody could see us. Mom and Aunt Mattie took their baths there, too, also at night. In the wintertime Mamma had a big pot she heated water in on the stove and then everybody used a towel to wash all over with. Mamma and Aunt Mattie helped us until we were maybe twelve, or so, but we all stood around the stove while baths were going on.
This one time while we were taking a bath in the horse trough my pecker got stiff. I grabbed it and my hand moved on it and that felt good, so I kept moving my hand. It started feeling really good, but I was splashing a lot so I quit. Later, when I got the chance, I got out behind the stables, where nobody ever goes, and I got my peter out and rubbed it to see if it felt good like that, and it did and it got to where I felt pain, except it was a good pain and then I squirted and boy, howdy did that feel good. So, I did it whenever I could after that.
Now I had squirted up inside Chastity and that felt even better. We were both breathing hard, and it took a minute for us to catch our breath. I can't explain it, but somehow we knew it would be better if Mama or Aunt Mattie didn't know about this, so we tried to be as quiet as we could. I kept my peter up in her while we did that, but I could feel it getting soft.
“Did we just make a baby?” Chastity whispered.
“I don’t know, but it sure felt good.”
“It did feel good, really good,” she said.
“What if we did make a baby?” I asked. “Is that okay?”
“I’d be fifteen before I had it, and I’ve seen girls that age with big bellies, so I guess it would be okay. I like babies.”
So, we both liked it, but we knew Mom and Aunt Mattie didn’t approve of the men and women in the saloon making babies, so we assumed they wouldn’t approve of Chastity and me making a baby, either. Neither of us thought anything about the fact we were brother and sister, but we kept it a secret because we didn't want Mom to make us stop.
After that, I almost always went to sleep with my pecker up inside Chastity, after I squirted in her. We figured out how to make her feel that special good, too, so she was always happy when we went to sleep. She always got on top of me and sat down on my boner, until one night I rolled on top of her and said, “We should try it this way.” She let me and we found out she could get that special feeling more than once if I went long enough. It made me feel good to hear her whine and say that feeling was there and I figured out ways to move that helped her get there. One of the best ways was to go all the way in her and then just move my hips back and forth and in circles and I almost always had to kiss her to keep her from making too much noise. Then, after she said she was happy, I’d start moving in and out of her as fast as I could without making noises, until I squirted. Man, that felt good to squirt way up inside her!
We didn’t make a baby. We knew this because she had her visit where she had to wear the special cotton belt Mom made for her. Mom and Aunt Mattie had them, too. There was almost no privacy in the upstairs room, but that didn’t seem to bother anybody. I got to know a lot about women things just by being quiet and listening, and watching.
So the fact that we hadn’t made a baby made us think we couldn’t make a baby, and we kept on feeling good in bed every night. We also started doing it in the daytime, if we knew Mom and Aunt Mattie were going to be busy and not come up there.
That went on until I was seventeen, and then my whole life changed. I was on top of Chastity, getting ready to spew, when Aunt Mattie yelled, “What in the blue blazes are you doing?!” She had come up to get a bolt of cloth that was in storage and caught us, naked and making a baby.
Well, the first thing that happened was Aunt Mattie said, “You get off of her this instant, Bobby Silvers!”
So, I did, but I hadn’t spewed, yet, and my pecker was as hard as it had ever been. When I stood up, Aunt Mattie said, “Oh my Lord. That thing belongs on a horse!”
Aunt Mattie got our mother involved, naturally, and there was some awkward discussion that was had.
First, Mom wanted to know how long this had been going on, since Aunt Mattie said it was obvious Chastity wasn’t fighting me off. And when we told her, she put one hand over her eyes and said, “It’s a miracle you didn’t get her pregnant and make a baby!”
Chastity, being only fifteen and fairly short on worldly experience, said, “Well, we tried to make one as often as we could, but it just never happened.”
“You wanted to have a baby?” asked my mother. Her voice sounded different in a way that I had never heard, before. It was tense, or intense or something.
“Well, not exactly,” said Chastity. “But now that I think about it, I'd rather have a baby with Bobby, because then I won’t have to marry a cowboy to have one.”
There was some stuff going on, here, that I wasn’t privy to, but which I found out later.
My mother was thirty-two years old and Aunt Mattie was two years older. When they were growing up they had an uncle named Bob. I was named after him, in fact. Uncle Bob helped work the land and he lived with them. Mattie was born in 1834, and Mom was born two years later. Around the time the girls were 14 and 16, Uncle Bob thought they needed to know what it meant to be a woman. He had been talking to them about this for a long time, and had touched Mattie since she was fourteen. He kissed them both on the mouth whenever he could get them in some private place, such as collecting eggs from the hen house, or cleaning the tack the horses used when they pulled a plow or whatnot. When Emma (my mother) was fourteen he ramped things up. As part of his “lessons” on how to be a good wife, he got them both in the hay loft of the barn and spread a blanket out. Their mom and pop had gone to a barn dance or some such thing, so Bob had the girls all alone. He got them both excited and got them both naked and then he put his pecker in Mattie’s pussy while Emma watched. He had already put his finger up inside both of them, so it didn’t hurt Mattie at all. In fact, she told Emma she had to try this and I guess Bob had to kiss her to keep her from yelling, too. When he took his pecker out of Mattie it was limp and white stuff was running out of Mattie’s pussy. To get it hard again, so’s Emma could try it, he taught them to suck his cock. Then he broke my mother in. They wanted to do it again, but it was hard to find time and privacy. It was while he had Mattie on the floor of their bedroom when their daddy came in and caught him. Uncle Bob had to leave and their parents tried to marry the girls off. Mattie resisted, and when she was with a suitor she intentionally sabotaged any further relationship some way. She usually said that, when she got married, she would be in charge of everything while the husband’s only job was to bring home the bacon. Men in those days didn’t think that was the way things should be, so Mattie fended them all off. She had liked what Uncle Bob did to her but couldn’t stomach the thought of any other man being on top of her, holding her down while he rutted in her. Mama, however, didn’t feel like that about men and she got married to a man who worked in the tannery. He got her pregnant with me and, before I was born, he apparently got a wild hair to go search for gold, which was how they ended up in the Wyoming Territory.
So, Aunt Mattie knew exactly what Chastity and I were doing. Not only that, when I pulled out of Chastity and stood up, Aunt Mattie observed as how I was much larger around and somewhat longer than Uncle Bob had been. She therefore was of two minds about all this. On the one hand, she didn’t think Chastity was ready to get pregnant, and certainly if she wasn’t married. On the other hand, she could imagine how good it must feel to Chastity to have my oversized cock in her. I didn’t know I was oversized, of course, because I’d never seen another.
She told both of us not to move and to stay right where we were. She went and got my mother and put the closed sign in the window. When my mother came upstairs and saw what had happened (aided no doubt by Mattie’s graphic description of seeing my butt rising and falling at a rapid rate while I boned her niece) it turned out Mom had the same reaction. Both of them had engaged in incest and had loved it, which meant they did not react to all this like all the other mothers in town would have.
“How long have you two been doing this?” she asked.
“Since I was fifteen and she was fourteen, I reckon,” I said.
“How many times?”
“I didn’t keep track, but it was a lot,” I said. She looked at Chastity, who was still lying there with her legs spread.
“How often did he do this to you, Chastity?”
“Every night?” Chastity mumbled.
“You been having relations every night for two years and you didn’t catch?” Mom sounded amazed.
“Catch what, Mamma?” Chastity asked.
“Catch a baby!” Mamma said.
“We tried real hard. It just didn’t happen,” said Chasity, who now thought she might be more in trouble for not catching a baby than trying to make one.
So, everything that happened was talked about, including how it happened the first time, and about how I got off in private to rub my pecker and make it squirt. Then my aunt did the craziest thing.
“Stand up, Bobby,” she said.
I was sitting beside Chastity, on the edge of the bed, and I did as she told me to. I was still naked. My cock had gone all soft when I had to stop having relations with Chastity, and now Aunt Mattie grabbed it and started tugging on it.
“What in tarnation are you doing?” asked Mamma.
“You have to see this to believe it,” said Mattie.
Well, having my aunt, who I thought was beautiful, rub and tug my cock got it stiff in no time.
My mother said, “I never knew! I never paid attention.”
“We can’t let this go to waste,” said Mattie.
“He’s my own issue,” Mother objected.
“Uncle … son … what’s the difference? They’re both family. And you know you could use something like that. How long has it been, Emma?”
“Not as long as it’s been for you,” said mother. “That may be clouding your judgement.”
“My judgement is just fine. I haven’t been able to bond to a man and you know how I feel about that. But nobody would know if we used this thing.”
Now, all the time they had been arguing, Aunt Mattie had been stroking my peter. That loose skin on the tip had been rubbing the hard, purple head underneath, and I knew they were talking about maybe doing with me what Chastity had been doing. My mother was what men in town called “a looker” and more than one had expressed interest in getting to know her better. As a widow, though, nobody thought it odd that she turned them all down. Aunt Mattie called herself a spinster and just ignored men. That wasn’t exactly rare, so no one in town thought anything about that, either.
What it amounted to was that a really good-looking woman, who I loved very much, had been rubbing my cock and it got to where I knew I was going to spew, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
So, about the time Aunt Mattie said, “If you don’t want it, that’s fine, but I’m not going to miss an opportunity like this,” I fired off the normal four or five spurts that I had sometimes played with, in terms of seeing how far I could make them go. My best was just shy of three feet, by my reckoning, and whenever I did it in Chastity that’s how hard I always shot. I shot that far because of what Aunt Mattie was doing, too.
Both women gasped and Aunt Mattie just kept on squeezing my manly part as it delivered the cargo I had wanted to put in Chastity’s belly.
“That cinches it,” moaned Aunt Mattie. “I just have to feel that inside me!”
“Mattie! We have to talk about this!” yelped my mother. “And we have to reopen the store!”
And she grabbed Mattie’s hand and dragged her back downstairs.
Well, as you might have figured out, this left me and Chastity alone. Chastity wasn’t happy, because she was just like Aunt Mattie apparently was. She loved to feel me squirting in her. She said it made her feel warm and loved.
And I purely loved doing that, which was why I wasn’t surprised when the same thing happened that often happened after I had shot. I got hard again. And since nobody had said we couldn’t do it anymore, she spread her legs and I climbed back on top of her and she grabbed my pecker like she always did, and aimed it for me. I sank into her like a hot knife into butter. I rubbed her until she went off and then I went off, too.
After that we figured we’d better get dressed and go do something normal.
And I had time to wonder who the uncle was who Mattie had been talking about. I didn’t have male kinfolk that I knew of, so that was a puzzle.
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When we went downstairs Chastity started straightening things up and refolding what needed refolding. Mom was behind the counter. Aunt Mattie was nowhere to be seen.
“I’m supposed to go help the blacksmith for a few hours,” I said.
“Good,” said Mom. “Be home in time to clean up for supper. That will be at the saloon, tonight.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.
“And Bobby?” She sounded nervous.
“Yes?”
“I love you, son.”
“I know, Mamma,” I said.
“What about me?” Chastity complained.
“I love you, too. I love both of my children, just as you’ll love the ones you have.”
I turned and left.
Hearing my mother say she loved me, in the voice she said it, started my pecker getting hard again.
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What the blacksmith wanted me for was to clean up around the forge. There were bits of metal he had cut off on one of his hardies, and sawdust that he put on the dirt floor to keep the dust down. He wetted the floor whenever he was working the metal, so the sawdust didn’t catch fire. He liked to change the sawdust once in a while and the sawmill at the end of town had plenty on hand.
I also picked up tools that had been either dropped or had fallen off a hook. There were times when he had to quench red hot metal real fast, and any tool he had been using on it got tossed to the side so he could rush to the barrels that held water and oil.
I was finished just before sundown, and he gave me two bits. I went on home and said I was going to take a bath, since they hadn't gone to supper, yet. Mamma was doing her books for the day and Aunt Mattie was upstairs. I went up to get clean clothes and I apparently interrupted some kind of schooling going on. Aunt Mattie had her dress up around her waist, as did Chastity, who was sitting next to her on the bed. Both women were rubbing between their legs somewhat frantically.
“You can do this when it isn’t safe to have fun,” Mattie panted.
I turned and went to my pile of clothes.
“You should call out if you’re coming up here,” Aunt Mattie panted.
“Why? I never did that before.”
“Well things have changed. The women need some privacy from now on.”
“Why?” I asked.
“We may be undressed,” she said.
“I’ve seen you undressed a hundred times,” I said. “I like it when you don’t have clothes on. You’re really pretty. Whenever I see you like that I can try to make a baby with Chastity two times before we have to go to sleep.”
“Things have changed,” she said, weakly.
“Well, I’m sorry about that,” I said.
I started downstairs and Chastity said, “Wait! I want to talk to you.”
She followed me downstairs and out the back door to where a windmill kept the horse trough full. The water was cold, as usual.
“They want us to stop trying to make a baby,” said Chastity. “I don’t want to stop. Do you?”
“No way, no how,” I said.
“They seem to think we might actually make a baby,” she said.
“We were trying to do that anyway,” I said.
“Mamma explained that if I have a baby and I’m not married, people in town will think I’m a whore.”
“If anybody calls you a whore I’ll beat them until they bleed.”
“Well, thank you. I told Aunt Mattie I don’t want to stop and she said she understood. Then she talked about which days of the month are okay to practice making a baby. That’s what she called it. She called it practicing.”
“I didn’t know days of the month mattered,” I said. I was naked, now, and about to get in the trough.
“It does, but there are only ten days of the month they say I shouldn’t let you shoot in me. That’s what Aunt Mattie was talking about and teaching me what to do if we can’t have relations.”
“It looked sort of like when I rub and shoot,” I said.
“I think it’s the same thing, except the cock I have is teensy, tiny and it stays inside my body, mostly."
“I didn’t know you had a cock. You’re a girl. How the heck does that work?”
“I’ll show you sometime. When I get excited it comes out and it looks just like a tiny penis. That’s what I rub to get that special feeling.”
“I’d like to see it,” I said. “That’s if they let us keep sleeping in the same bed.”
“They’d better, or I’ll pitch a fit. Aunt Mattie told me some things you wouldn’t even believe. She said I have to keep them to myself, but it’s why they didn’t scream at us for having relations.”
“I’d like to hear about that, too,” I said.
“I’ll fill you in when I can. Both Mamma and Aunt Mattie are talking to me about this whole having relations thing. It’s a lot more complicated than I thought.”
“What’s complicated? You get on me or I get on you and we put my pecker in your pussy and you get that special feeling and so do I.”
“That’s what I thought, too,” said Chastity.
“Dang,” I said. “Talking about this got me stiff again.”
“Can I rub it like Aunt Mattie did? That looked crazy when you shot off. I had no idea it was doing that inside me. No wonder I leak for an hour after we’re done.”
“Sure,” I said.
So my sister got next to me and rubbed my cock until it exploded.
Chapter Two
I think my mother dragged her feet for a few days. She and Chastity and Aunt Mattie got their heads together during the day, when there were no customers around. I gathered they were teaching Chastity not to have a baby and how to avoid that. I think what surprised me the most was that they didn’t make me sleep somewhere else, other than with Chastity. The very night of the day Aunt Mattie caught us, Chastity whispered, “It’s safe, tonight, so you can squirt in me.”
I didn’t ask what was going on. I just mounted her and she tried to buck me off (not really) and she had what they had told her was called a climax and then I had my own climax, trying not to groan too loudly as I gushed.
I say Mom dragged her feet, because it was the next day that Aunt Mattie said she wanted to talk to me upstairs while things were slow.
“You’re a hussy, Mattie,” said my mother, but she didn’t sound angry or anything.
“I am a normal, healthy woman,” said my aunt. “So are you, if you’ll just admit it.”
“Don’t make so much noise I can hear you,” her sister said.
I followed Mattie up the stairs and she turned to face me.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Bobby?”
“No,” I said. I saw sadness in her eyes. “You’re way more than just pretty. You and Mamma are the most beautiful women I ever seen.”
Her smile made me feel good.
“Bobby,” she said. “Would you be willing to bed me like you bed Chastity?”
“I don’t know what that means,” I said.
She blushed red and waved her hand in front of her face.
“It means, would you like to practice making a baby with me?”
I got an instant boner and I put my hand on it.
“I would like that very much, but I hope you have a little while, because the way I feel right now, I’m gonna squirt the second I get inside you. If you wait ten minutes after that happens I’ll be able to go longer. And if you wait until I get hard the third time, I can go a whole hour.”
“An hour,” she sighed, fanning her face again. “I believe I can wait the ten minutes and that will be enough for today.”
She commenced to get undressed, which didn’t take much. All she had on under her dress was a pair of what they called drawers. When she took those off she had a lot of hair down there that was the same color as the hair on her head. Chastity had hair, too, but hers was short and flat. I could see her slit really easy when she spread her legs. I was worried for a few minutes that I might not be able to find Aunt Mattie’s hole. I kissed Chastity a lot and liked that a bunch, so when I got naked and she stood there all frozen like, staring at my pecker, I walked toward her and said, “I want to kiss you on the mouth, Aunt Mattie. Can I?”
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, as I walked right up to her and put my arms around her.
Mattie was a bigger armful than Chastity was. Chastity has nice, big, firm titties that feel really good under my chest when I’m on top of her. I had found out she liked it if I played with her nipples while she was riding me so, while I kissed my aunt, I found a nipple and squeezed it a mite. She made a sound in her throat which tried to come out her mouth, which she opened, and the next thing I knew my tongue was stuck right inside her mouth. I thought to get it out of there right fast but, as I did that, she sucked on it! She sucked on my actual tongue! And that felt pretty good, so when I got to her tongue I sucked on it, too.
“Oh, hurry!” she gasped, pushing me back.
I hurried by jerking down her drawers and pushing her down on her bed, at which point she squeaked in surprise and her legs flew open. I jumped right on her and grabbed my pecker and hoped I could find the hole. I nosed it around some in all that hair and, like magic, I found the hole and slid right on in her. I was afraid she might change her mind so I slid in kind of fast, before she could say anything to stop me.
She groaned piteously and I was afraid I was killing her, so I jerked it out, except before I got it all the way out her hand slapped on my hips and her legs wrapped around my butt and she pulled me back in her with muscles I was astonished she had. She could ride a horse bareback with those muscles, let me tell you. She said, “Yes!” in a whiny kind of almost yell and then slapped one of her hands over her mouth. I remembered Mother telling her to be quiet and now I knew why.
“Should I stop and let you catch your breath?” I asked. I was all the way in her and I was rubbing sideways, kind of lazy like, which was something Chastity purely loved. She didn’t take her hand off her mouth and I saw her eyes looked as big as dinner plates and she shook her head fast, except her hand got in the way. She took her hand away and said, “No, Bobby. I do not want to stop. Please keep doing exactly what you’re doing, Baby.”
Her hips started doing what Chastity’s hips did whenever I was on top of her like this.
“Is that all you want?” I asked. “Chastity likes it when I do this.”
Her legs had relaxed when she figured out I wasn’t going to stop and I pulled almost out and then slammed right back in.
“Ohhhh, Bobby, fuck meeee,” she whined. “Fuck me good, Baby. I need this so much!”
So, I learned a new name for making a baby. She called it fucking. So, I fucked her. And I had thought I’d pop right away, but it was so much fun watching her have fun that I just did that. I watched her as I did this and that, and learned I could tell what a woman liked just by watching her face while I fucked her. She started bucking again and covered her mouth with both hands and even then she was loud. Her pussy snapped at me even harder than Chastity’s did, except it rippled. It did to my peter what I did to a cow’s teat while I was milking it and that felt so good I let myself go. I didn’t tell her I was going to, which caused a mite of trouble. I went in deep and put five hot shots deep in her and her eyes flew open and she gasped, “You’re cumming in me!”
“I’m already in you,” I panted, “so I guess you could call it coming into you,” I said.
“No! You squirted inside me!”
“I sure did, and it felt really fine. Like I said, give me ten minutes and I can go even longer.”
“No, you simple boy!” she gasped. “You were supposed to tell me you were going to cum … squirt … and I would have told you to take it out and squirt it on my stomach.”
“Why would I want to do that?” I asked. “It felt about as nice as it could feel to squirt up inside you.”
“I’m close to my fertile time, Bobby. You could have made a baby in me.”
“Isn’t that what this is for?” I asked, rubbing sideways a little. I was only half hard and if her pussy started squeezing me it would help me get hard again.
“Yes, but only if the woman wants it,” she said. “You don’t want me to have your baby, do you?”
“Well, sure. I guess I do. I think that would be real fine.”
“You want to make me pregnant?” she whispered.
“I guess I do. Is that okay?”
“It shouldn’t be,” she said. “I need to say no, Bobby.”
“Well, when you actually do say no, I’ll pull out and shoot it on your belly, then.”
“But if I don’t say no, you’ll squirt in me again?”
“As many times as I possibly can. I love fucking you, Aunt Mattie. You sound so good when you’re getting really excited.”
“That’s called climaxing, Baby,” she said. “It’s also called cumming, though I think that might be a coarse word for it. Fucking is a coarse word, too. What he used to say was that he started out fucking us and then started making love with us.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
She jumped.
“Never you mind. I loved what you did. You were forceful but gentle at the same time. And the way you went in and rubbed? That was amazing. He only did that a little bit. He was always in too much of a hurry to cum.”
“And who is this he you have now mentioned twice?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you,” she said.
“Well, he wasn’t your husband, because you’ve never been married,” I said. “That means he did to you what I just did to you, and that means you must have loved him a lot, because I know how hard it was for you to ask me to fuck you.”
“I knew I shouldn’t ask that,” she sighed. “Keep rubbing like that, Baby.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said. “I don’t reckon other boys fuck their sisters and aunts, because I’ve never heard of that before. But, truth to say, until the first time I fucked Chastity, I wasn’t for actual sure just how a baby got made. I knew the saloon girls went upstairs to do that, and that it required a cowboy, or one of the men in town, but that was it. When we did it the first time it was Chastity who figured out we had just tried to make a baby.”
“You are correct that other boys don’t do this, and you must make positively sure that you never tell anyone outside this family that you make love with Chastity and me. That would ruin everything. They might even send me off to prison, or worse, send you to prison!”
“Send me to prison for making you feel good?” I laughed. “I’d like to see them try.”
“The sheriff would do it if he found out,” she said. “He’d lock you up in the jail until the judge came and the judge would tell them to send you to the big prison in Laramie.”
“Sheriff Baldwin is afraid of his own shadow,” I said. “I like him, but he doesn’t have a firm bone anywhere in his back. The only reason he took the job was because his wife made him.”
“How do you know that?”
“He was drinking rye whisky one night and he told me. I wasn’t supposed to tell anybody else, so you have to keep quiet about it.”
“I will. But let’s not take chances. You can’t tell anybody. Not even Three Feathers.”
Three Feathers is my best friend. He’s part Arapaho. His mother is full blood Indian but she got raped by a soldier and was pregnant and her tribe wasn’t good to her after that. She works in the saloon. She’s one of the women the men take upstairs. Her name is Morning Dove and she’s never had an American name. She walked into town with Three Feathers when he was ten and Mable, who is in charge of the upstairs women at the saloon, hired her to be one of those. Morning Dove and Three Feathers live in a shack on the edge of town that Mable also found her. None of the other boys would play with him, but I didn’t care. In fact, he knew all about tracking and hunting with a bow and all sorts of cool stuff and when I said I’d like to learn those things, he said he’d teach me. None of the boys played with me, either, after I started hanging around with Three Feathers. We’ve been best friend ever since then, and I think I got the better end of the deal. I’d do just about anything for Three Feathers, if he needed me to do it.
In exchange for him teaching me Indian ways, I taught him to shoot a pistol and rifle. My mom sold ammunition and guns at the dry goods store so getting bullets wasn’t hard. My father had owned a pistol and rifle before he died and they got passed on to me. I started shooting when I was six, when Daddy was teaching me. When he died I kept at it until I could knock the cork to a whisky bottle off the top of the bottle with it a hundred paces away. And that’s without breaking the bottle. With a pistol I can’t shoot that far, but at fifteen paces I could shoot a man on whichever button of his shirt I wanted to, if it came to that.
Aunt Mattie made me promise not to tell Three Feathers and then she got dressed and went back downstairs. I was tired out from ridin’ her so I went to mine and Chastity’s bed and laid down to take a little nap.
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Everything seemed normal after I woke up from my nap. I split some wood for the stove, since it was in the cool of the day, and Mamma cooked us dinner. It was bath day, so after dinner, when it got dark enough, Chastity and I went out to the horse trough and got in. The water had warmed up in the sun, during the day, which was nice.
Now, I had seen my sister nekkid my whole life, and my mother and aunt, too. When you live in the same room, there isn’t a lot of modesty, and I saw them all get dressed in the morning and get undressed at night, to go to bed. I watched them take baths with the towel in the winter, too. I had heard of night clothes, which people only wore in bed, but we didn’t have any, and Chastity and I had always slept nekkid. It didn’t seem like it was a big deal. Until I started fucking her. Suddenly, when she got nekkid for bed I got a stiffy. Even if I didn’t look at her, and saw my aunt or even my mother nekkid, I got a stiffy.
That night we were getting undressed for bed and Aunt Mattie called out to Chastity and said she wanted to talk to her. I said I’d get the bed warm. We both knew we’d practice making a baby when she came back.
But she didn’t come back. The only oil lamp lit was at the other end of the room, so it was mostly dark where our bed was. The woman who got in bed with me wasn’t my sister. I could tell that immediately. Chastity was slim and her body felt hard all over, except for her titties and backside. The woman who got in bed with me was nekkid and was soft all over, especially where her titties and back side were. I thought it must be Aunt Mattie until I smelled the lavender water on her. Mamma put that on each day so the ladies who came into the store would smell it and want some, but it always made her smell real nice. She buried her face in my chest and was real tense. My nose was in her hair and I said, “Your hair smells nice, Mamma.” I stroked her back and she began to relax. I knew why she was there. By that I mean I didn’t think the sleeping arrangements had been switched up so’s I wouldn’t make a baby in Chastity. Whichever woman slept with me was gonna end up practicing to make a baby. Nobody told me that. I just knew it.
I felt moisture on my chest and felt it with my fingers and realized it was Mamma’s tears.
“Hey, Mamma,” I said. “Don’t cry. What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.
“Where should you be?” I asked.
“I should be in my own bed, not the one with my son in it.”
“Well, then, go on back to your bed and everything will be solved,” I said.
“You’re such a sweet boy, Bobby,” she said. “As hard as your life has been, you have always taken what was thrown your way and made it work out. I feel very lucky you turned out the way you did.”
“I turned out like my mamma raised me, I reckon,” I said. “Let me kiss your tears away.”
What I meant was that when I was little and hurt somehow, my mother kissed my tears away. It always made me feel better and usually I stopped crying, and that’s what I meant by kissing her tears away. She turned her face up to me and I did kiss her on the eyes, but I kissed her cheeks, too, and she turned her head and I kissed her on the lips. It was a nice, happy, warm kiss that lasted just a few hairs longer than every other kiss she had ever given me. The difference was, when her lips pulled away, they came right back and gave me another kiss just like it. About ten kisses later my hand, which had been stroking her back, landed on her backside, which was big and round.
“I like kissing you, Mamma,” I said. “Can we do that some more?”
“In a spell, Baby,” she said. I felt her hand reach for my peter, which was about as rock hard as it had ever been. “Right now I need to have this.”
Well, that was fine with me, so I pushed her away and onto her back and then I climbed between her legs, which were spread wide. Her hand found my cock, like Chastity’s did, and when I felt the tip sink into moist heat, I slid into her like she had kissed me. What I mean is I didn’t ram it into her like I did with Aunt Mattie. I did it slow, a little bit at a time, loving the feel of each inch as it sank into her. She was moaning kind of loud, so I kissed her again.
This time it was a wild kiss, like Aunt Mattie had done. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine and at that moment she started bucking under me something awful. I had to stay all the way in her just to keep her from making me pull out on accident. Of course, in that situation, I rubbed the shit out of where we were joined and she sobbed and whined and then, to my embarrassment, she let out a yell. Her pussy milked my cock, just like the other women did, and I realized in that moment that it meant they were cumming. Their climax made their pussy squeeze and let go and do it again and again.
I happily pushed hard and squirted, and as I did so I moaned, “I love you, Mamma.”
Well, she wound down slow, moving a little less and bucking her hips up a little softer, until she went so relaxed I was afraid she might have died.
“Mamma?” I asked, with worry in my voice. “Are you okay? Say something, Mamma.”
“I am okay,” she panted. “I’m better than okay. You do that even better than your pappa did.”
“Really?” I felt sort of proud.
“Yes, Baby. The problem is it felt too good.”
“How could something feel too good?” I asked.
“It felt so good I’m going to want to do it again.”
“Well, that’s not so bad. I want to do it with you again, too. I want to do it a lot. I’ll do it every day if you want to.”
“I can’t do that, Sweetheart,” she said. “If we do that you’ll get a baby on me and my belly will swell up like when I had you and your sister. People will think badly of us and not come to the store anymore. We bought this building and ordered the first supplies with the gold your daddy had stored away, but that’s gone now, and if you get me pregnant, nobody will buy this store so’s we can go somewhere else and start over again.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere else, either, Mamma. I like it here.”
“This has been a drab existence for us all,” she sighed. “Until now. Now you have brightened my life in a way you’ll never understand. I loved your pappa, and I loved being bedded by him, but I love you more than life itself, and you’re so good in bed it makes me want to do it again, right now.”
“Well, that’s just fine, because I’m hard again. Do you want to be on top? I can go just about forever if you’re on top and you can have as many climaxes as you want.”
She had no idea what I was talking about. She had never done it with my pappa any other way than the way I had just done it. At first she said she couldn’t do what I described. She called it crazy and odd and maybe even sinful. Then she said she’d already been sinful, so what did it matter. Once I got her in the saddle, she decided right away that this wasn’t sinful at all, because it felt too good to be sinful. Later on, as we rested and talked between sessions, she would tell me that, as a girl, she had decided that Adam and Eve were the mother and father of everybody alive. She said there had to have been brothers mating with sisters and aunts and mothers for so many people to be in the world. What she didn’t tell me until much, much later, was that her Uncle Bob talked about that with her so she wouldn’t think incest was as terrible as the preacher always said it was. If you weren’t married, then the preacher said what you did was fornication, which was a terrible sin, and incest was double bad. About a year later, they found out the preacher been fornicating with three of the married ladies who went to his Bible studies. They tarred and feathered him and sent him on his way, ridin' him out of town on a fence rail. Anyway, she said that since Adam and Eve put incest into the world, she wasn’t going to worry about doing incest now. I think life had been so hard for her that she clung on to this one, little bit of happiness that she could enjoy pretty much any time she wanted.
Well, besides learning she could ride me like a cowboy, or cowgirl, I suppose, even though I’d never heard of one of those, she also learned she could have two and then three and then four climaxes in a row. I guess that surprised her because each time she had another one she whined “I didn’t know!” and kissed me and even cried some on my chest. I knew those were happy tears so I let her have a good time before she kind of flopped down on my chest and I said I was going to climax and all she did was kiss me while I did it. By the next morning Mamma was pretty perky. That might be because we made love two more times that night, and every time we went to sleep after that, my pecker was in her pussy.
When we all got up, Mamma walked back to her end of the room and Chastity came back to our side.
“I missed you last night,” she said.
I didn’t want to tell her I hadn’t missed her. I knew it would be hurtful. But when I was with one woman I couldn’t think about any of the others. When I was with a woman I paid attention only to her. I tried to give her what she needed. And when the next woman came along I’d do the same thing for her.
“You won’t miss me tonight,” I said. “I’ll make up for it, then.”
“No, you won’t, because Aunt Mattie will want to sleep with you, or Mamma will again. I’m never going to get to make a baby with you, Bobby.”
She sounded like she was going to cry.
“Tell you what. Since I’m the man of the house, I’ll make a rule that everybody has to take turns. And we can also practice makin' a baby in the daytime, you know.”
She brightened up and hugged me and kissed me. We were both still nekkid and I got a boner, but I knew not to use it right then. We got dressed and got on with the day.
Chapter Three
That morning, when I left the store, Three Feathers was standing there with his horse. He said he was going hunting and maybe fishing, too, and asked if I wanted to come along. I said I had to finish my chore with Starfire, but then I’d come find him.
“I’ll track you,” I said. “Which direction are you going?”
“I saw an antelope over by that ravine you call Devil’s Gulch.”
“I’ll try to find you,” I said. “It will be good tracking practice.”
“You need to get a horse instead of gentling them for other people,” said my best friend in the whole world.
“If we can catch another mustang then I will,” I said. “Meanwhile, I can run almost as fast as a horse walks, so it won’t take that long to find you.”
“We’ll see,” said Three Feathers. He hopped up on his horse, bareback, and used his knees to tell the horse which direction to go. He had a rifle that he’d found lying beside a dead man one time who had an arrow in him. The man had dark hair on his head but a snow-white beard, so Three Feathers reckoned whoever killed him got spooked by that and didn’t rob the body. The rifle was a bit rusted, here and there, but Mamma gave him some oil to keep things working nice and he’d used it to hunt with ever since.
My chore that morning was the same as it had been every morning for the last three weeks. Mister Franklin, who owned the bank, was the richest man in town and he liked to have expensive things. One expensive thing he wanted was a horse. This wasn’t just any old horse, though. It came from over the ocean, from some place called Arabia, and it was a colt when it got there. It was still too small to ride and it didn’t like people anyways. My opinion was that he didn’t much care for being taken away from his mother and then stuck in the bottom of some boat that bounced up and down on the water for days and even weeks. And since it was people who had done all this, he didn’t much care for people at all. Three Feathers had taught me the Indian way of breaking a horse to ride when we caught a wild mustang and he wanted to keep it to ride. He said an Indian without a horse is like a cowboy without a rope. He can’t do much at all.
Anyway, I had gentled horses before, so Mister Franklin hired me to break his horse to riding when it got big enough to take the weight of a man. He said he was worried he might have to shoot the horse because it kicked and bit at every person who came near it, even when he was being fed. I told him it might take some time, but that he'd be real gentle when I finished, and he said to go ahead.
So, I started out by just standing by the corral when they let him out to run around. Sometimes he stayed out there for days, until he got hungry enough that he went back in his stall. So, I just stood there and talked to him. I told him stories from the books I had read and just talked nonstop until I had to go eat lunch. Every morning for three weeks I just talked to him. They had named him Starfire and said they were going to breed him to other people’s mares for money. They couldn’t do that if he was going to bite the mare too hard while he bred her and he bit hard at everything.
So, after seven days I sat on the top board of the corral and talked to him some more. And then I climbed down into the corral and walked around, telling him the same stories all over again. Mister Franklin gave me some apples and it took five days until when I stretched my hand out with an apple in it, he sort of sidled up to me. His nostrils were flaring and I knew he smelled that apple. I just stood there, not moving, and when he picked up that apple I told him what a good boy he was. He only got one apple a day, and he had to come to me to get it. Then, one day, when I went out there, he whinnied and walked over to the fence around the corral, tossing his head and stomping around in the dirt. He wanted that apple. So, I climbed over the fence with his apple in my pocket. I stood there and he tossed his head. Then he lowered his nose and put it close to my pocket.
“You want that apple, boy?” I said. “You have to let me touch you, today, to get it.”
What I did was take it out of my pocket and then hold it down by my hip, on the side away from him. He knew where it was and as he moved to get it I turned, keeping it away from him. In the process, his neck and head pushed at me and when I finally gave him the apple, I put my hand on his withers. He chewed and then must have realized where my hand was, because he backed away and stared at me.
So, it went like that until I could stroke his neck and back. It was a breakthrough day when he let me curry him. I had been moving the curry comb along his side each time I gave him his apple and one day he stood as I moved the brush all over his sides. He shivered and I knew he’d let me do this again.
It went from letting me touch him, to letting me curry him, to putting a halter on him, to letting me lead him with the halter. I stood on a bucket and draped my arms over his back, putting weight on him, more and more each day, until he let me drape myself over his back, lying on my stomach. He stomped and danced a little, but he let me do it.
Three weeks later I was astride him on a saddle blanket, and a week after that I put a saddle on him. He couldn't take a full-grown man's weight, yet, but they weren’t going to ride him. Mister Franklin said he was too valuable to chance letting him out with a rider on him. He’d bucked me off half a dozen times and each time I had grasped his head and pulled it against my chest, while I told him how unhappy I was with him. People think horses are dumb, but they aren’t. They can learn some words if you teach them the right way. I’ve seen cowboys maneuvering their horse just by voice, while they use a rope to lasso a cow, or make it move, or whatever. The reins were just laying there and the horse did whatever he told it to do. Of course, cowboys have a different kind of relationship with their horse than city folk do. If you’re a city person you’ll never understand that, but to a cowboy, his horse is like his son, or brother, or something like that. He’s family of some sort. I’ve seen men who didn’t see a horse like that, and those were the men who got bucked off without warning.
Anyways, I got Starfire so’s he could be ridden if somebody wanted to. He didn’t like the bit, but he tolerated it to get his apple. I introduced him to the man who ran Mister Franklin’s stable, who’s name was Frank, and Frank started giving Starfire his apple.
When I was done, Mister Franklin paid me twenty-five dollars. I felt like the richest man in town.
But what I just told you took place over two months. At the point where I started this story, I was touching Starfire’s withers for the first time and I had an audience of maybe five men. So, I spent the morning talking to him and walking around in the corral and when I went into the stable, he actually followed me. I gave him another apple and that was enough for today.
I went home to get my rifle. Three Feathers hunted meat for the cook at the saloon. In exchange, he and his mother got to eat there, though he had to eat in the kitchen. His mother, being a whore, was given a different kind of status. Normally she would have been looked down on, but she had fire in her and when a cowboy thought he could subdue the “Indian Maiden” or “Squaw” and he tried to hurt her, he learned right quick that she had claws. As a result, she got to have the kind of reputation that made men want to be with her on her own terms.
When I got to the store Chastity followed me upstairs. She didn’t waste any time telling me what she wanted.
“You slept with Mamma last night and I know Aunt Mattie is going to sleep with you, tonight, and I’m getting left out. So, I want to make love now, in the daylight.”
That was fine with me. While I loved humping the women in the dark, if I could see them it was even better. We both got nekkid at the same time and she looked at my prick. She couldn’t see it in the dark, just like I couldn’t see her pinkish pussy lips in the dark.
“You’re a right pretty girl, Chastity,” I said.
“Thank you. I think you’re a good brother.”
“I bet you think I’m a better brother when I have you pinned to the bed, helpless, while I fuck a baby in your belly.”
“You can’t do that. Not until I’m eighteen.”
“What does eighteen have to do with it?” I asked.
She shrugged, which made her titties bounce.
“I don’t know. That’s just the age Mamma and Aunt Mattie said I had to be before I could have your babies.”
“Well, what should we do, then?”
“We should practice making babies,” she said, quite seriously.
“I will be happy to do that with you, Chastity,” he said.
Ten minutes later, while Chastity sobbed with joy as she had her second orgasm, I looked down at her and said, “So, if you and I are just practicing, does that mean I’m actually trying to make a baby in Mamma and Aunt Mattie?”
My sister did not respond. Her eyes were still glazed over from her last bone-wrenching orgasm.
I kept wondering about that as I carefully pressed hard into my sister and soaked her with my spend.
I wondered what the difference was between what it felt like to practice getting a woman pregnant, and actually trying to do the same thing.