How Ronny Throckmorton Was Saved From The Indians

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3

Chaper Three

Julia found the twins playing a game with sticks and small stones. It wasn't any game she'd ever seen, but it didn't matter to them. They sat 'Indian' style and they were both still naked from their bath. Cindy's menses had passed and now she didn't wear her panties. The way she was sitting left her completely open to her brother's gaze. The only way anyone could tell he was actually looking though, was that his fourteen-year-old penis was as hard as a rock and sticking up out of his thin bush of brown hair. He had never been circumcised, but he was so hard that the head of his penis had almost pushed out of the hood. Both children were ignoring it as they played the game. Julia sighed. Perhaps she didn't have much longer with them either. She was surprised that she didn't feel anger that he had desire for his own sister. It was more resignation that he was male, and sometimes that was all that mattered.

"Bobby?" she said, sitting down on the ground beside him.

"Yes Mamma?" he said in a voice that clearly said he was paying more attention to the game than he was to her.

"Why is your penis erect, young man?" she said.

That got his attention. He looked at her and then at his twin sister. "Ah ... well, I think it's because Cindy is .. well, pretty."

"Cindy is pretty." she repeated.

"And you Mamma. You're real pretty too." he added quickly, glancing at her breasts.

"You think your mother is pretty," she said, not knowing what else to say.

He smiled that special smile of his that tended to melt her heart.

"Sure, Mamma. Badger Claw thinks you're pretty too. I can tell."

She looked at his sister. "Cindy?"

Cindy had followed the whole conversation. "I don't mind" she said simply. Julia noticed then that Cindy's nipples were also erect! Her whole family was ... was ... was coming into heat!

Julia was in a daze. "How is this happening?" she said, more to herself than her children.

But Cindy answered. "Mamma, when Badger Claw gets ...what did you call it ... erect? ... it doesn't mean anything in particular. I mean he doesn't do anything with it. It just means he thinks you're pretty, or maybe Molly. It doesn't get that way when he looks at me. At least I don't think so."

Julia looked at her daughter and actually examined her, looking at her perhaps for the first time as a young woman. Cindy's breasts were firm cones, but she'd lost all her baby fat, and her hips were wider. She'd been bleeding for years now. Julia realized that she'd just wanted to think of her little girl as ... her little girl.

"So you like it when your brother thinks you're pretty?" she said.

Cindy nodded. "It makes me feel all warm and funny here." She pointed to her abdomen.

There was a shriek from off in the direction Badger Claw and Molly had gone. Both youngsters started to get up.

Julia stopped them. "It's all right," she said.

"That was Molly!" said Bobby. "She sounds hurt!"

"She's not hurt" said Julia. "She's with Badger Claw. He won't let her get hurt."

"It didn't sound like she was hurt to me" said Cindy. "She sounded like you did the other day, when Badger Claw took the knife away from Bobby." Her brother shot her a dark look. Cindy's eyes got wide "Is he ... is he putting medicine in her?"

"What they are doing is not your concern!" said their mother. She had a sudden memory of that morning. "Are you two sleeping naked?" she asked, remembering seeing them putting on clothing when she woke up.

"Yes" answered Cindy simply. "You do. So does Badger Claw. And it's warmer" she finished.

There came a wail, clearly Molly's voice, rising higher and higher. It ended sounding like a coyote. Both teens looked at their mother. Cindy's nipples were even more pronounced now, and her chest was flushed above her breasts.

"Sounds like she's having fun, whatever they're doing," she said under her breath.

Julia didn't know what to do. "Have you two .. touched each other?" she asked, for lack of anything else to say.

Bobby looked confused. "Mother, we touch each other all the time!"

Cindy knew what her mother was talking about though. "Not like that Mamma," she said. "Not really."

"Not really?" said Julia. Bobby was also interested in what his sister was saying.

"At night ..." Cindy said, "when we cuddle to get warm ... sometimes ... well you can't help but touch sometimes." She was looking at her brother's penis, which had softened a little, but was still hard enough to perform its intended job.

Julia felt like she was in some strange dream world. But there was nothing she could do about it. "And when it touches you ... you like it?" she said, knowing the answer.

"Uh huh" said Cindy. "I like it a lot Mamma. Are we being bad Mamma?"

Julia knew that, after what they'd gone through it was amazing that they hadn't gone crazy. This small ... well, maybe not so small thing ... was something they could share at a time when they had nothing else to share. She shook her head.

"I don't think so baby." Her face looked sad. "But if we ever go back home, I don't think it would be a good idea to keep doing it. People wouldn't understand."

Cindy didn't look relieved. "What people Mamma?"

Julia had no answer for her. "Lets collect some firewood and take it up to the teepee," she said.

They had collected enough for several days by the time Molly and Badger Claw appeared. Molly was wearing her buckskin dress, and Badger Claw had on his leggings and loin cloth. Molly was limping ... no ... it was more like she was walking gingerly, like she was sore. Julia felt a rush of wet in her pussy. Molly was radiant, and when she saw her mother she ran to her, sort of, and threw her arms around her.

"Thank you Mamma" she whispered in her mother's neck. She pulled back and peered into her mother's face. "Now I know why you were always singing and happy." Her eyebrows twisted into a light frown. "But how in the world did you ever get anything done Mamma? If I was married and my husband did that to me I don't think I'd want to do anything else but that all day long!"

Julia's pussy pulsed again. Her daughter smelled of sex, both male and female sex.

"Did you wash in the stream after ...?" she asked.

Molly looked surprised and said "No. Should I?"

Julia stifled and exasperated retort. "If you don't want to get with child it would be a good idea to wash him out of you girl!"

Molly's eyes got big as saucers. "Oh my!" she said. "I never thought of that!"

She stepped back but Julia stopped her. "It's probably too late to do it now. It won't do any good to worry about it. It took your daddy and me a whole year to make you. Now. You've had your fun. You have cooking duty tonight. Let's see if we can find something to go with that venison."

That night was the tiniest bit tense when it was time to sleep. Molly, for the first time, decided to sleep naked. When she removed her dress everyone could see scratches on her back that had been caused when her lover's thrusts had been so forceful that they moved her along on top of the ground.

"What in the world did you get into? Brambles?" asked Bobby.

"Quit looking at me you little sneak!" snapped Molly.

"I'm not sneaking!" he said indignantly. "You're standing there in plain sight!"

"Well a gentleman doesn't look at a lady when she's naked." said his sister.

"Badger Claw sure looks at you" he snorted. Just then Cindy reached up from under their fur blanket and pulled him under it with her.

He wasn't there to hear Molly say "He's allowed."

Molly turned to see her mother standing naked in the fire light, facing Badger Claw, who was also naked. Instinctively she knew that her mother had given her a great gift by 'lending' her the handsome man. She also knew that she could share, and should pretend to be asleep very soon. She lay down and faced away from them.

Julia stood still, just looking at Badger Claw in the fire light. As he looked at her his penis began to rise and soon stood straight out from his body.

"Have you no shame?" she asked in a whisper. "You just had sex a few hours ago."

He whispered back "Why should I be ashamed for wanting you? And yes, it was very good sex. Your daughter is very good at enjoying lovemaking. She is much like you I think."

"And now I suppose you want to make love with me," she said, still whispering.

"I like your words - make love - better. Yes ... very much," he said honestly. He pulled her to the bed and they both slid under the fur. Julia's buttocks touched Molly's briefly.

She leaned over and spoke in his ear quietly. "But Molly is right next to us."

"I learned something about your daughter today" he said, nuzzling her neck. He kissed downward, toward her breasts. "I learned she has very sensitive milk teats. I think you probably do too. I think you are healed now. I must find out." He captured one of her nipples in his mouth. It was already stiff - had been stiff from the second she saw his hard penis pointing at her.

He was right. The bruising had gone with continued application of his medicine and her nipples didn't hurt any more.

Or they hadn't until now.

She felt a rush of sweet agony as that nipple felt something it hadn't felt since the twins quit breast feeding. Her husband had said he was no calf, to suck at a teat like an animal. She didn't know how much she'd missed a mouth suckling her until now.

She was ready for this. What Yellow Water had done was gone, banned from her memory by the trauma of it.

Now she almost had an orgasm as her 'owner' sucked gently and twirled his tongue around the stiff peak. "This pleases you?" he asked and she shoved his head to the other breast. That brought him half over her and his penis now lay trapped between his body and hers. The tip was in her pubic hair.

Quite suddenly she had no shame herself. She just wanted this man to love her. She pulled on him and he mounted her fluidly, guiding himself to her sex before she could do anything. He probed gently until he found she was wet and slick. Then, in one long glorious motion, he slid his hardness into her softness. She couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction.

"Mamma?" came Cindy's voice. "Are you all right?"

"Yes ... dear ... go ... to sleep" she panted, trying to make her voice sound normal and failing completely. He pulled back and then went deep into her forcefully and she groaned again.

She heard movement and suddenly Molly's voice: "Mamma is fine. Lie back down Cindy. Bobby! No! Don't bother them now!"

There was a scuffle and the fur on top of them was dragged off. In the firelight she saw three pairs of eyes glittering at them. In her mind's eye she saw her white legs, wrapped around Badger Claw's waist, her hands made into claws, digging into his buttocks. Her hair was unbound and flying loose.

"What's he doing?" came Bobby's voice, sounding troubled.

"What do you mean? Are you an idiot?" came Cindy's voice.

Molly said "I told you to leave them Now Get back to bed this instant!"

But they didn't.

They couldn't, really. The sounds their mother was making were obviously pure joy and in the fire light, as Badger Claw smoothly slid his hard penis in and out of her, they could see his strong rod, glistening in the light with her juices on it.

Molly was instantly transported back to that afternoon, when he had done the same thing to her. Had it looked like this? She felt hot, and she itched between her legs. She wanted him to do everything to her again ... and soon.

Cindy, for all the scorn directed her brother for not knowing immediately what was going on, reached her hand out to take his. She had examined his penis with great interest in the last few days, comparing it to Badger Claw's. She liked her brother's penis. It looked smooth and hard, but somehow also soft. If she had to have one in her, she thought she'd rather have Bobby's. Badger Claw's was awfully big.

She watched it slick in and out of her mother and watched her mother's hips arch up off the ground, going up to meet that long thick thing that was coming down into her. She glanced down at her brother's groin. His penis was sticking straight out too. When she saw it she felt a rush of heat between her legs and for an embarrassed second thought she had peed. She put her fingers against her pussy and felt hot slick moisture. It wasn't pee. Maybe it was what was coating Badger Claw's penis, making it look wet.

Just then their mother began moaning and wailing softly, saying "I love you" over and over again. Badger Claw lowered his mouth to their mother's breasts and he sucked at the tips, like a baby. Julia gasped and then her whole body tensed. She arched up off the ground so hard that she lifted the Indian with her. She gave out an agonized long groan and then, as if she had been hit in the head with a rock, she fell limp. Her legs released and fell to the ground, lying spread. Her arms fell out to her sides. The only muscles that seemed to work were the ones in her lips. She smiled.

Cindy turned to her brother. "Come on Bobby, let's go back to bed."

He glanced at her. His mouth was open. "No! I think he's hurting her!"

"Don't be an idiot" she said. Then she reached down and grasped his penis in her right hand. She pulled him toward their furs. "Come on!" she said.

Molly missed the interchange between her brother and sister. She was staring at her mother and the man who had smoothly pushed that very same penis through her maidenhead like it was wet paper. Even though she had only had this man once, she remembered every instant of that union; the smells; the sounds; the feelings; all of it. And the noises that Badger Claw was making right now she remembered him making just before she felt flooded with wet heat as his savage Indian seed had flushed into her depths.

She turned away. She couldn't watch him put his seed into her mother. She realized she was jealous. She knew she would get over it, but for now she lay down again, facing away from them. She closed her eyes and remembered her mother scolding her for not washing that seed out of her. She smiled as she realized she was going to get to scold her mother in the morning for exactly the same thing.

She heard him grunt rhythmically. He was squirting in her mother.

On the other side of the fire the furs were moving as the two fourteen year old twins under those firs squirmed. Bobby had already been shocked at seeing Badger Claw hunched over his mother, having sex with her. Then his sister had grabbed his penis! She had pulled on it too - hard - and he'd had to jump and hop to keep up with her as she pulled him back to their bed. Then, no sooner had she pulled him down and covered them up when her face was in his, close. She whispered "Kiss me, Bobby."

They had played this game before, and he liked to kiss her, so he did. Her hand had stolen back to his penis and she grasped it again, squeezing it gently. He pushed with his hips and it slid through her hand a little bit. Both of them realized instantly that this mimicked the motions they had been watching only moments earlier, and she began sliding her hand up and down his hard length. She smiled to herself at the feel, which was both hard and soft at once. Their kiss became more and more passionate. Cindy felt the need to push her pubic hair against something, and his leg was handy. She lay a leg over his and snuggled her pussy up to his thigh, moaning softly as she felt a distinctly pleasurable thrill at the contact and pressure.

Bobby rolled on his side to face his sister, dislodging her sticky pussy from his leg. He'd seen Badger Claw suck his mother's breasts, and it had made his stomach feel funny. He wanted to try that. He ducked his head and found one of Cindy's nipples. He realized it was long and pointed, not round and flat like they usually were. It made it extremely easy to suck. When he pulled on it with his lips she shivered and pressed her lower body against his. She let go of his penis to put her hand behind his head, holding him to her breast. His penis slid between her legs and was suddenly surrounded by her heat. That felt good and he pushed, sliding his penis along the furrow of her pussy.

They were both good and hot now, aching for something they didn't now how to do and had only seen once. But Cindy wasn't finished yet. If Bobby didn't scratch the itch between her legs she decided to go ask Badger Claw to do it because if it didn't get properly scratched she was going to just explode. She put her lips next to Bobby's ear. "Do it to me Bobby ... what they were doing. Please Bobby?"

Bobby knew exactly what she was talking about. It never occurred to him to say 'no' to his twin sister. He rolled on top of her, and between her legs as she spread them to make him a saddle. Her hand found his stiff prick again and she put it where the itch was.

It never occurred to Cindy that it would hurt.

Bobby didn't know to go slow.

They were both so excited that, when Bobby felt wet heat surround the head of his cock, he just rammed it into her. She was plenty well lubricated, which is why she was able to choke off a yelp at the sharp sting she felt. Had he been aware of her distress he would have stopped. But his instinct was to pull it out and push it back in, and he did that with vigor. In fact, he did that frantically which, in the process, made the top of his cock saw back and forth along her adolescent clitty. That little organ had peeked out of its hood early on in this game, and his abuse of it caused her to feel something beyond the pain of his rough entry. It was an indescribable, wonderful feeling that was even stronger than the pain. It was crazy! She felt pain, but wanted it to continue! That stimulation, combined with being completely overwhelmed physically by her brother, caused Cindy to have her very first orgasm.

She would, in later years, become a very vocal lover, but this first time she didn't know what to expect and she thought she might be dying. She didn't see how anyone could actually live through the amount of pleasure that was coursing through her body and she just tried to hold her breath until it was over ... or she was dead.

Her brother wasn't far behind her. He didn't know what was happening either, except that his penis began to hurt until it hurt so badly that he couldn't stand it. Then, like magic, something flowed through it that felt so soothing and so wonderful he never wanted it to stop. There were muscles that he never knew he had, but he could feel now, and they helped him force this soothing balm through his penis. He hoped it was just as soothing to Cindy as it was to him, because he liked doing this and he wanted her to let him do it again.

When she felt his penis swell and spit Cindy knew what it was. She knew her twin brother was planting his seed in her. It didn't disgust her at all. To the contrary it made all the pain worth it. They had always been inseperable, but now some of him was inside her, and it would stay there while she slept next to him.

She liked this feeling.

She hoped the next time they did this there would be less pain.

The next morning Molly was the first one up, dressed in her buckskin dress, making noise, starting the fire, moving things around. She was uncharacteristically perky. When Badger Claw stood up, morning hardon obvious, she went with him when he went to relieve himself. They were gone for a lot longer than it took to pee.

Bobby put his hand on his sister's back, pulling her to him in a light hug. She woke up and said "I'm sore."

"I'm sorry" he said. He didn't sound very sorry. "Did you sleep on a rock?"

"No!" she hissed. "I slept with you and that's twice as bad as sleeping on a rock."

They grumbled at each other all day, but, after bath time, when they sat down to play their new game, Bobby couldn't concentrate with Cindy sitting there across from him, naked, pussy wide open. He lost repeatedly and his young prick surged to full bone.

"Are you still sore?" he asked.

"No," she said, beating him again. "Why? I suppose you want to stick that thing in me again."

"Hey!" he growled. "It was your idea in the first place." he complained.

She sighed. "I know. I just didn't know it would hurt." She pressed her pussy with her fingers. "Hmmm ... doesn't hurt now," she said. She looked up at him, licking her lips, remembering the good parts of last night. She slid one finger up into her. That didn't hurt either. She looked at his penis. "I suppose we could try it just one more time."

They did. Cindy was happy to discover that, while he still stretched her, there was nothing like the discomfort of the previous night. Soon she felt that wonderful exploding feeling again. Bobby just jammed it in her until he felt that soothing salve begin to flow again. He was amazed at how good that felt.

Julia had been thinking all day, as she gathered tubers and berries and pounded the meat he'd killed to make it more tender. This wasn't a completely terrible life. She thought back to the cabin she still, in theory, owned. That was a more comfortable life, but she'd never been happier, really, than she was right now. It was confusing.

She heard noises in the brush and became instantly alert. It was Badger Claw. She couldn't have told someone why, but she just knew. He came through the trees with three rabbits hanging from his hand. With what she'd gathered today that would make a good stew.

"Badger Claw?" she began. He looked up from where he was skinning the rabbits. "What do you remember of your parents? Your real parents."

He looked at her. "You mean my white parents," he said.

"Yes."

"I don't remember anything except my mother's face," he said.

"And your life as a little boy? Before you were captured?"

"Nothing." he said shortly. "My life has always been with the people." Suddenly he stood, alert, eyes casting into the woods. "Something comes" he said. He bent over and scooped up his rifle. He cocked it. "An animal. Where are the children?" he said.

Julia had unconsciously picked up a skinning knife. "I don't know" she said worriedly.

It all happened so quickly that Julia only remembered one thing, and that was her frantic shout of "No!" A mass of brown burst from the cover of the forest, streaking toward them. Badger Claw's rifle came up and that was when Julia screamed. To his credit, Badger Claw listened to her. Perhaps it was something in her voice that helped him know she recognized this beast. Perhaps it was the look of the beast itself. It was a canine, large, brown and shaggy.

But it was no feral dog or coyote. It was her dog Champ.

She cried as she knelt to receive his frenzied greeting, tongue lolling out of his tooth-filled mouth. His tail wagged so hard his entire rear end swayed back and forth. She cooed to him and pet him, telling him what a good boy he was for finding her.

Badger Claw stood looking on amused. "You treat this animal like one of your children," he said, putting the rifle down. He picked up the rabbit he had been working on and moved it. Champ had just noticed it and was sniffing in that direction.

Julia was examining her pet. There was a place on his side where the fur was matted and snarled around a stripe of bare skin. It was where he'd been creased by an Indian bullet. Otherwise he seemed to be in pretty good shape, considering he'd been living wild for over a month, and had tracked them over who knew how many miles. He needed a bath and to have the snarls in his coat taken care of. There were burrs in it too. She stood up. "He is like one of my children." Then she called the dog to follow as she went toward their bathing area.

Badger Claw skinned all three rabbits and went to see what Julia was doing with this dog he had almost killed. He found her singing to it as it stood docile in the water while she pulled at its coat and splashed water on him over and over again. He watched as the twins wandered by, saw the dog, and squealed happily as they were reunited. Then Molly showed up and she, too, was ecstatic upon seeing the animal. Badger Claw thought about how his people just used dogs for cleaning up offal, and then chased them away. Maybe they were missing something.

That night Julia was quiet as she ate the very delicious stew she had made them. Finally Badger Claw asked her what was wrong.

"Why does anything have to be wrong?" she said, staring in her bowl.

"Tell me" he said.

She marveled again at how perceptive he was.

"I want to go home" she said.

She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn't sure how he would react to this.

"You wish to escape from me," he said. He was relaxed, and didn't look angry.

"No!" she said, surprising herself. "I mean ... I don't want to go home to get away from you, Badger Claw. I like you. I love you ... except that I can't. I mean I haven't know you long enough to love you." She looked frustrated. "But I know how I feel, and that's the feeling I had for my husband. Almost. It's different ... but the same. I can't explain it. I like the way you make me feel." She was surprised she didn't blush. "But I miss my home ... my children's home."

"And you know where this 'home' you speak of is?" he said.

"I think I could find it" she said. "With what I have learned from you. And having Champ here. Yes, I think I could find it."

"So you will leave here tomorrow?" He said it like he was talking about the weather.

She looked at him, trying to see if he was teasing her. "You would let us go away from here? Leave you?" she said.

"No" he said.

Her heart sank.

"I would have to go with you." he went on.

Julia lifted her head, eyes shining. "You would do that?" she asked.

"Yes" he nodded his head sagely. "You would not live long. Not long enough to find this home you speak of. I would have to go with you so you could stay alive long enough to find it." He wasn't smiling.

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" she said hotly. "We are your captives. As far as your people are concerned you own us. What would they think of you if we escaped?"

"They would know that I got tired of keeping so many hot blooded women happy," he said. This time he did smile, but she did not. He saw she was serious and went on. "Julia, I did not take you from Yellow Water because I wanted to own you. I took you from him because I wanted Yellow Water to not own you. If I wish to set you free that is my wish. My people would not question that. And if I wish to see you safely there, it is the same. I did not tell you this before, but when I won you I promised my people to return you to the soldiers, so they would not come and kill us."

Julia felt relief wash over her. "I do not think it would be a good idea for you to take us to the soldiers," she said. "I do not think they would understand what you were trying to do. Just help us get home."

That night Badger Claw slept with Molly. Their lovemaking was violent and loud. It was so violent and loud that it masked the sounds of the much more quiet activity going on under Bobby and Cindy's furs. Both women's bellies ended up packed with hot virile sperm, though. Julia heard none of it, thinking about what she was going to tell the children tomorrow.

"Children," Julia said, during their light breakfast. "What would you say if I told you we might be able to go home?" Three sets of eyes looked at her.

The discussion didn't go quite like she thought it would. It was obvious that Molly didn't want to do anything that might separate her from Badger Claw. Bobby and Cindy seemed more concerned about what the expectations on them would be when they got back. They had a fairly care-free life right now, at least since they no longer expected to be killed any second. In the end Julia almost had to exert her maternal rule. When all three children asked if Badger Claw was going with them and he nodded silently that he was, they agreed to do it. Julia was very pleased that no one asked Badger Claw if he was going to stay once they got home.

To give credit to Badger Claw, it was much more difficult than Julia had thought it would be. When they had been captured, each captive had been slung over a pony and then they had ridden that way for the rest of that day and all the next one. What it had taken them 16 hours or so to cover by horse took them four days on foot. He made them trot for as long as they all could. When one flagged, that one went on the pony and they kept going. When more than one couldn't run any further, they walked. There was no sex at night. The women were too tired. Champ was their night guard. He had no trouble whatsoever keeping up with them and sometimes flushed game that Badger Claw then brought down.

On the third night, Badger Claw teased them around the fire as they bedded down. He had left most of his possessions behind, and they slept in the open. The big Indian was the only one of them who wasn't dog tired. "Why do you wish to do this thing?" he asked. "If we were back with my people Bobby and I would be snug under a fir with a beautiful woman by now, making fine strong sons. But now you wish to run all day in the hot sun, instead of making the men happy."

He ducked as a clod of dirt came his way, thrown wide, maybe by accident ... maybe not. He couldn't tell for sure which woman had thrown it.

"I stink" came the muffled voice of Molly, under her fir.

"You can take a bath when we get home" said Julia, who was, in fact, the one who had thrown the clod. "Just as soon as I'm done taking mine."

The next day Bobby saw a rock formation he recognized. He'd seen it while hunting with his father. Late that evening he led them to a stream they all recognized. They followed it, knowing that it would bend to the south, around a stand of trees, and then on to pass the house.

Badger Claw wanted to scout ahead. Just then Champ's ears came up and his head swiveled toward the woods. He sniffed, and the was off like a shot. He set up a barking in the woods and, to their astonished eyes, there came trotting out of those woods their milk cow, Petunia. Not having gone ferral, she was glad to see them, even though she had dried up in their absence. That could be remedied if they could find the bull. But she was like a welcoming committee of sorts and they went on at speed.

It was almost as if they had never left. The house stood open, but the porch had protected the interior from the elements. Badger Claw growled at the evidence that his slain brothers had been left for the carrion eaters by Yellow Water, instead of being honored with the burial rites. There was very little left of them now, but he gathered the bones and scraps of leather for proper disposal.

The cistern was still full. Wood was still stacked where Bobby had put it, ready for the stove. The bull was calmly standing by the small barn, making a meal of the last of the big pile of hay that had been put there by the hard work of the whole family. Cindy went to the pit dug into the hill and uncovered it. Their stock of potatoes, carrots and dried apples were still there. Expended shell casings gave evidence of the battle that had blazed from inside the house. It was obvious that the soldiers had not been there ... did not, in fact, even know they had been missing.

Molly started heating water for a bath. Her mother helped her.

Cindy, Bobby and Badger Claw went to the stream, where the two youngsters had swum and played. They bathed there together and Badger Claw watched interestedly as Bobby showed interest in his sister and she began to preen. Soon they were touching each other, and, after looking at him repeatedly, and deciding that this was something else Indians looked at differently, they finally coupled in the water.

Bobby gasped as he pounded into his sister. "Oh my I've missed this," he groaned, his prick slicking in and out of her.

"Ohh me too." said Cindy, feeling her orgasm approaching like a freight train. "I don't know what we're going to do now that we're home."

Badger Claw watched long enough for his own penis to lengthen and then went back to the house. Molly was drying herself after climbing out of the wooden half barrel she had bathed in. Julia was standing in the barrel now, with a rag, washing her naked body.

Molly saw Badger Claw, naked and primed and said "Oh goody." By the time Julia was done with her bath Molly had had two strong orgasms. She watched them as she dried herself, and her eyes gleamed as Badger Claw got up off of her daughter, his heavy thick prick still hard as ever.

"I would like to try this bed I hear you talking of," he said to her.

She had wondered what it would feel like if she ever got him into her marriage bed. She had thought she might feel guilty. But she didn't. She just felt how comfortable it was to have his weight on her, with the soft mattress under her, and his hard organ inside her.

"I saved this for you" he growled softly as she felt him stiffen and begin to fill her with his hot semen.

She cried herself to sleep, thinking that was the last time she would ever feel a stiff prick going off inside her. She wouldn't let him get up, and clung to him all night long.

They began settling back into their routine the next day. There was much to do, and Badger Claw didn't leave, but helped with the heavy chores. He and Champ found another cow and, drove it back to the farm. The third one had disappeared for good. Badger Claw went hunting and brought them meat while they got the farm going again. The crops that had been planted were doing all right, other than the weeds that hadn’t been pulled while they were gone. Hay would be a lot of work, but not impossible.

Days passed. Badger Claw always said he was leaving, but there was always something he stayed to help them do. He continued to share himself between Julia and Molly, alternating nights.

It wasn't until they had been home almost two months that Julia suddenly realized none of the women had had a menstrual period since they had been captured. She looked at Molly, who was strong and beautiful and ... happy. She looked at Cindy, who suddenly seemed to have developed nice round breasts and looked taller somehow. She fully understood why she and Molly had not bled. But Cindy? When had that happened? Still, she couldn't be any more jealous of Cindy than she was of Molly.

For whatever reason, she didn't give any thought to her son at all.

And, somehow, Badger Claw never seemed to find the time to ride off.

The Cavalry did finally pay them a visit some months later. By then Julia had finally figured out who Cindy's lover was. That had taken some getting used to, but it was plain to see there was nothing she could do to separate them. And, it was too late anyway. She felt marginably better when Badger Claw said Indian brothers and sisters had babies sometimes, and there was rarely any difficulty.

Badger Claw's English was quite good by then, and he was introduced to the soldiers by Julia as her husband, Tom. His appearance had changed little, but that simply gave him the air of being from some foreign country, perhaps. Bobby was introduced as her son-in-law, married to an obviously pregnant Cindy. Molly, also quite pregnant, complained bitterly of a drifter who had wandered in, swept her off her feet, and taken off when she found out she was pregnant. She gave the grizzled Sergeant a detailed description of a boy she'd known back east and hoped quite loudly that he'd find the wretch and drag him back to take care of her and the baby. The Lieutenant commanding the troop said he would do everything in his power to catch the man, but that they had Indian problems that would have to take priority. It turned out there was a midwife at the Fort now, and he would have her come down for a visit.

The Lieutenant and Sergeant were about to mount back up when Julia remembered her manners. "Don't you want to water your horses and men?" she asked.

The Sergeant, looking pointedly at her hands, which were resting on her own swollen belly, shook his head. "No ma'am ... thank you just the same, but I don't believe I want the men drinking the water around here."

They rode away never knowing that Ronald Throckmorton Junior had been saved from the Indians who stole him, by a woman, two girls and a boy.

The End

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