Blackfeather
16 Pioneers
I WAS NO MORE EQUIPPED for the life of a pioneer than Miranda was— either mentally or physically. I didn’t know half what was needed, even though I’d researched the USGS maps and the Internet non-stop while I was waiting to travel again. I could use an Internet connection right now. I wanted to talk to Kyle and thought about the number of nights we’d spent Skyping each other from our rooms. I missed Aubrey. I missed sex.
We met few people as we traveled. The region had been ‘settled’ for almost fifty years, but the population was sparse. Most people kept to themselves and, when possible, we camped near, or even in, the few small towns we passed. Most had no difficulty with us setting up our lean-to at the edge of town and getting water from the common well.
When people chatted with us, we kept to the story of being displaced from Mississippi and traveling to Kansas City to join my aunt, Dolly Lewis. I figured that no one would know Miranda’s mother and if someone happened to know her, we’d be able to speak intelligently about what her plans were.
I underestimated the number of winding detours we had to take getting through the Ozark Mountains and around or across the many rivers and streams. I scouted during our pauses but still had to backtrack a couple of times. Through it all, I kept seeing the shadow of a wolf pacing us. Twice, I’d aimed the rifle at it and then found nothing there. I felt I was being stalked. Perhaps my spirit was not meant to escape the attack that killed me.
It took us two months to reach Springfield and we spent three glorious nights in a hotel. We even ordered a bath in our room. It was unheard of luxury for us. Katie insisted that I bathe first as the ‘man of the house.’ I laughed at her and before she’d finished scrubbing my back, I got her naked and in the tub with me.
We were both lean. My tits poked out more than hers. It was nice to set the girls free. I’d kept them from being obvious in my buckskins by binding them and padding the shoulders. That had the added advantage of protecting my shoulder a little when I used the rifle. The first time I’d used it, I was bruised for a week.
I was afraid that when Miranda came back to her body, she would like it even less than when she left. I refused to accept that she would not come back. The hardships of the road, pushing and pulling at the wagon, carrying water, and practicing with the Colt had hardened my muscles. Katie had hardened as well, but she was still a lithe girl. I guess that was why I got a little carried away when I was scrubbing her and spent more than enough time washing her breasts. Her hard little nipples poked into the palm of my hand and she leaned back against me.
“Do you wish to take your pleasure, husband?” she whispered. Oh shit! Over the months, we’d often hugged each other, given little kisses, and slept cuddled together on the hard ground. This wasn’t the first time I’d caressed her breasts and I’d woken up in the night on more than one occasion to find her hand on mine. But that was just the companionship of the road. Wasn’t it?
“Katie, sweetheart, as you can well feel, I am not really a man. I cannot give you that kind of pleasure. And I am not truly your husband.”
“Yet, I know we have both found pleasurable sensations holding each other,” she said kissing my cheek. “And I have found a way to enjoy my own company, though it embarrasses me to say it.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I chuckled. “It is the world’s oldest pastime. I am glad you have found pleasure in yourself on our long lonely journey.” She turned her face and her lips met mine. In a few moments, our kiss had exceeded the fond pecks we had become accustomed to. She was inexperienced, but a quick learner when I touched her lips with my tongue. The caress of her hand on my breast sent shivers up my spine.
We got out of the tepid water and used the sheets provided for us to dry each other carefully. Then Katie led me to the bed and pulled back the blankets. She lay on her back with her legs slightly parted and beckoned to me.
“Come to me, husband. I am yours, Demon Ramie.” Miranda will kill me. I lay with Katie and began kissing her with rising passion as our hands explored each other. I knew what turned Aubrey on but didn’t depend on that. I sought out each of the places that caused a flush to deepen on Katie’s chest and her breath to quicken. And at last I dipped into her thick bush and slid through her wet folds as she gasped into my mouth. Her prominent clit wasn’t difficult to find and once I started to rub it she rose rapidly, moaning into my mouth as she stiffened and shook in her first orgasm administered by another’s hand.
“Are you all right, Katie?”
“I love you, husband. I know one day we may take men to us, but you are my first love. Let me return to you what you have given to me.” She covered my body with kisses, finding new ways to suckle my teats. The thinness and hardness of my body seemed to leave my nerves much closer to the surface. Everything tingled. I’d found the things that turned Miranda on by rubbing off an orgasm when I thought I was unobserved. I’d become pretty good at keeping quiet and not moving while I came with Katie holding my breast early in the morning.
When her fingers started exploring my pubes, she found me every bit as wet as I’d found her. I moved my hand over hers and guided her fingers to exactly the spot I liked best and lifted her lips from my nipple to my mouth. I held her tightly as she found ways to touch me that I had not tried and I kissed her passionately. Oh yes! My orgasm was building as I gripped her bare ass and pulled her to me. I screamed out, ignoring the way it ripped through my throat. My eyes were closed but I sensed the flicker at our open window.
Awkawkawkawk.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me away again, Demon Ramie. I am so sorry. Please let me come home.
“Miranda?”
Demon Ramie. Dear sweet Friend Ramie. I am sorry I was angry. Please let me stay with you forever.
“You’re back! Oh Miranda, I am so glad you have come back.”
Katie, completely unaware of what was going on in my head, had redoubled her efforts on my pussy and my body was rapidly reaching its climax.
You have used my fingers in my privities to call me back. Oh, thank you, Friend Ramie. I feel the pressure and I feel… I am… Oh!
“Oh my god!” I gasped. I clasped Katie’s head against my bosom where she was clamped down on my nipple as I shuddered through the orgasm. “That was so wonderful!”
Miranda had nearly passed out inside my head with the intensity of the climax. She was about to get another surprise.
“Don’t freak out, honey, but those aren’t my fingers in our privities.”
What? But they are so… Who else…?
“Little Katie and I have been making love.”
A woman? How? How did you even have time?
“Miranda, how long have you been gone?”
Just a few minutes. Maybe two hours at the most.
“Welcome to the world of time travel. It has been over two months here.”
Two months? Two months of my life gone?
“Shh. Gentle, love. Look into your memories. You will discover all that has happened. All that I have done is in your memory now that you are back.” I could feel her going back through the days as if she had been here living them. In turn, I felt her opening so I could see what she had been through in the past two hours of her consciousness.
I sat straight up in bed.
“Kyle!” I shouted as the image hit me from Miranda’s memories. “Aubrey. Moms. Pa!” I felt Katie’s grip tighten around me.
It was horrid. I awoke and opened my eyes. Pain bit into my throat and I was surrounded by strange beings. Some were only as big as my hand. And the boy with yellow hair. The black-haired girl lying next to me. A squawking noise and wild people breaking into the room. I was so frightened I passed out again. And then you… or Katie… you were calling me back into my body.
“My brother. My lover. You saw my family, Miranda. You woke up and saw my family. Do you know what that means? I’m not dead. I’m not dead!”
It took a bit to get our memories back into sync, all the time being held and crooned to by Katie.
“So you are back, Miranda,” Katie sighed. Miranda was silent.
Answer her.
“Yes. Yes, Katie, dear. I have returned. I promise I am not the harridan that left you. I have been to the demon’s lair and have seen the horrors that await me. Yet, I remember how kind you have been the past two months,” Miranda said.
Horrors of my lair? Please!
“Then you know that I love your Demon Ramie. But I will not presume upon you. I am sorry that you found me in such a state,” Katie said.
“Do not apologize, Katie,” Miranda said. “As long as she is here, Friend Ramie will make the decisions. She will decide where we go, what we do, how I think, and how I feel. I surrender all.”
Miranda, don’t you want to drive?
“No, Friend Ramie. I could not have done what you have done the past two months. I will learn from you so that if you are forced to part from me again, I can take care of your Katie.”
It is still hard. But don’t you see, Miranda? If I’m truly alive then I might be called back to my own body at any time. You might not be forced to share with me.
“But I will gladly share with you. The feeling of waking up and not knowing anyone or anything. I truly did not understand what it was like for you. I know your life is not a horror to you, but still, there was pain in your throat and captured souls dancing in a small box. I am so glad you are alive. Those who looked upon you love you. I could see it in their eyes but I was so overwhelmed. I am glad that you will one day go home as I have come home. If you take me, please treat me kindly. If you do not, I will miss you more than life itself.”
Happy to be home or not, Miranda was still uncomfortable as Katie bound my bosom with a strip of cloth to flatten me as much as possible. “It keeps our titties from being rubbed erect all the time,” I told Miranda. I dressed in the newly washed buckskins and strapped on my gun. More than any other thing, taking the gun off made me feel naked. We collected our wagon, checked through our belongings and turned north out of Springfield.
I explained my rationale for not going to St. Louis to Miranda as I engaged in a project to comfort my mind. Using the point of my knife, I carefully engraved my initials in the brass of the grip on my gun. I knew this gun in my heart. Kurt had let me handle it. The next time I did, I would know if this was all real or a dream.
We determined to push on as far toward Omaha as possible. As much as I wanted Miranda to take over her body again, she was mostly content to ride and watch. This road was more populated than those we had traveled across the southern part of the state. We passed or were passed by travelers in both directions. Most were local but some, like us, were headed to Kansas City to begin a trek westward.
I continued to practice with the revolver and occasionally made Miranda take over to draw and shoot. She was impressed with the fact that her body was strong enough to handle the gun, though we held it with both hands. Her accuracy was as good as mine. She saw the sense in the heavy padding I’d built into the chest and shoulders of the buckskins the first time the Henry bucked against us when we hunted.
Our hunting, too, had improved and we were now more experienced in treating and tanning the hides. We had two dozen good buckskin hides in the wagon that we could use for trade when we came into town. Katie was working on sewing moccasins for both of us. Though the boots I bought were sturdy, I wanted to save them for cold weather so I walked barefoot most of the time. Miranda’s feet were hard and calloused.
Miranda took over control of her body to do the menial tasks at the campfire and to work on the hides. It was hard and back-breaking. She wanted to give me a rest. It took a while before she realized that even if my mind rested, we shared the same pain and exhaustion of the body.
We camped during our bleeding time of month, hiding well off the traveled roads so that we did not accidentally expose our predicament. That was when we hunted, smoked meat, and tanned hides. I tended to spend most of three days under a blanket sleeping before I felt like moving. I blamed Miranda. It was her body and there wasn’t a tampon to be had.
Everything’s up to date in Kansas City. It was less than 200 miles from Springfield and the roads were better. Our gentle draft horses plodded along at a reasonable rate and we increased to about ten miles per day when we traveled. It was early September when we reached the city.
I took five gold coins to a local bank and had them changed to silver dollars. We divided these between Katie and me, and stashed some in our bedroll. We made our purchases, including passage across the Missouri River, without calling attention to our money. The next time we could make a similar transaction with reasonable anonymity would be in Omaha. We pushed on over ever-more-improved roads until we arrived in St. Joseph. It was mid-October and we needed to hunker down for the winter.
I found a room to let for the winter at a reasonable rate and went about looking for a job. Miranda stepped in.
“We are traders,” she said. “We have skins and we can build up a stock of other goods. This is something I can do.” I relaxed and went along for the ride as she drove.
“Husband ramie, are you here?” Katie whispered in my ear as we cuddled in bed after we had bathed that night. Relieved from traveling, we had stripped off everything and washed our clothes, as well. Miranda receded at bedtime rather than embrace Katie of her own volition. I knew, though, that she was almost as fond of the girl as I was.
“I am here, Katie dear. What do you wish to say?” I felt her squirm against me and try to melt her small breasts into mine.
“Husband, you have not taken your pleasure since… Springfield. And my cunny aches for your fingers.”
“Katie, I won’t use you, but I will love you as you love me.”
“Will it be all right? With Miranda?” I could feel Miranda raise an eyebrow in her mind. She was a little horrified but also fascinated. She’d had no relief since that first night, either. She knew it would be her body, but as long as I was driving, she could acquiesce.
“I think it will be fine. Kiss me and hold me, darling. Let me love you.”
Miranda had no trouble at all as our kisses heated up and Katie’s talented fingers brought us off to two spectacular comes. I loved it when Katie fastened her lips around my nipple and began flicking it with her tongue as her fingers pressed against my clit. It was nearly enough to knock me out. But as soon as I’d caught my breath, I determined to give the girl even better than she’d given.
We kissed and she squirmed as I tickled her and licked her teats. She thrust her center up at me, begging me to touch her. Instead, I worked my way down her freshly bathed body and pushed her legs apart. When I dove between her thighs and licked through the hair that matted round her opening, she squealed and grabbed a pillow to muffle her delight. She had a strong, earthy scent and flavor and much to Miranda’s fascinated horror, I licked it thoroughly. Katie went rigid, screaming into her pillow.
I don’t know where that damned raven called from, but he jerked my soul right out of my body.
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