Yelloweye
5 A Family Way
The Family
EVEN ON A HOLIDAY, ranch chores need to be done. Especially when nearly every boarder wants his horse out to go for a trail ride. Some of the boarders brought friends and rented horses from LK Stables riding stock. Ramie had purchased six gentle trail horses for just such a purpose. With the purchase of additional saddles and tack, feed, and liability insurance, she was happy to have all six rented for the day. It just meant that even with their late night previously, she and Kyle had to be in the barn at five to get horses ready.
“The trails are all in good shape,” she told Deke Clark, who had brought his girlfriend and a picnic carefully packed in his saddlebags. Ramie checked to make sure the couple had adequate water. “You might want to go up to the ridge. We drove the cattle up a few days ago and the guys at the camp don’t mind visitors if you want to stop there for lunch. If you want more privacy, there’s a thermal spring about a mile farther on. Don’t get up close to where they’re putting up fence for the drilling, though.”
“That stuff bugs the hell out of me,” Deke said. “They shouldn’t be prospecting in the National Forest.”
“They’ve got a right to prospect as long as they don’t interfere with other rights. It’s not a National Park like Yellowstone.” Ramie said resignedly.
“How about if we take the south trail down by the river?” Deke asked.
“You know that trail’s always good,” Ramie answered. “It will be hotter by about ten degrees than the mountain trail, but you’ll have easy water for the horses. You’ll see the herd of rescues down that direction, too.”
“I think we’ll go that way,” Deke said. He boosted his girlfriend into her saddle and checked the stirrups. He was a good horseman and had been with LK Stables for three years. Ramie was confident in his ability to guide the less experienced girl.
“Happy birthday, Pa,” Kyle said when they came into the kitchen for breakfast. After a quick hug, Kyle picked up his baby Katie from the high chair and hugged her. Ramie swung Theresa up into her arms and blew a raspberry into her neck. Theresa giggled.
“You are going to need a shower now with all that syrup she just smeared on your face,” Aubrey laughed at Ramie. “Now sit down and eat.”
“Gonna need a shower anyway as sweaty as we got already.”
“Stinky!” Theresa giggled, holding her nose.
“That’s the smell of money, honey,” Ramie said. “Unlike when you get stinky. Let’s finish up your pancakes. Did you save me some?”
“Mom Au cooked.”
“Well, I better kiss the cook, hadn’t I?” Ramie kissed her wife and sat with the rest of the family to eat.
“Anything special planned for your birthday, Pa?” Aubrey asked.
“Nothing special. Thinking I’ll take my beautiful wives for a trail ride, too. We’ll sit in the saddle and solve the problems of the world. When we get back it will all be better.”
“We all wish,” Ashley said. “And pray.”
Like all trail rides on Cole’s Independence Day birthday, the three seemed naturally to end at the family burial plot. The family tradition since long before Cole’s birth had been to place a plain white slab at the head of each grave. The stones were unmarked, but there was a row for each generation.
During Cole’s time travel days and after Miranda and Jason had shown up in his children, they had added several stones. Looking at the burial plots—some, like Katie Lynn’s, empty because the body was buried elsewhere or lost completely—was like looking at a genealogy chart without the names. Beside Theresa Ranae Bell and White Horse’s stones were markers for Miranda Lewis, Jason Wardlaw, and Kathryn Forster. Laramie Bell, Kyle Redtail Wardlaw, and Katherine Alexander were in the next row. Kyle, while possessed by Cole, had fathered Kaylene Redtail Bell while Kyle had fathered Arthur Alexander on Katherine just before he died. The Alexander line diverged from the Bells, though they homesteaded next door.
Cole’s father had married his distant cousin, Sarah Alexander, bringing the lines together again. Sarah’s brother’s daughter Mary Beth had become the wife of Cole and Ashley and was the mother of Ramie and Phile. Ashley was the mother of Kyle and Caitlin.
Cole could recite every generation, the names and dates of each one. He had expanded all the listings in the old Bell family Bible to include every member of the family he could trace. Even back to White Horse and Theresa, this land had been in his family. Maybe further back, though there was no evidence that in their before-time selves, Caitlin and Phile were ancestors. Still, this had been a sacred place for them as well.
The family was tied to the land. The land was tied to the family.
Ashley took her husband’s hand and led him to their wife, Mary Beth. The three held each other and sank to the ground. In an act that would have appalled their children—what child wants to think of his or her parents having sex?—the three managed a birthday blow job and a promise of more to come.
“Why don’t you kids plan to stay in the big house tonight,” Mary Beth said. “Let’s put the babies down to sleep before we read. I can’t help but think this is stressful for Theresa and Katherine, even if they don’t understand the words.”
The family agreed and after the babies were asleep, they gathered together.
“I’ll read,” Ashley said. “I have to read. Please, let me read tonight.” Ramie handed the box to her and Ashley settled in the middle of the sofa with Cole and Mary Beth on either side. Cole motioned for Kyle to take the big chair with Ramie and Aubrey cuddled close to him.
Caitlin: Probing the Mind
The big difference between now-time and Oxėse was school. We had to be back in school for three more weeks after Ramie got attacked. And in school there was Mandy. By the end of the first week of December, she’d convinced her grandfather to move her horse, Wildfire, to LK Stables for boarding.
Nobody thought a thing about us spending time with her when she visited her horse. And the fact that we were sometimes out on the trail when she rode was never noticed. We often patrolled since there were wolves hunting in the hills. Phile and I had eaten the hearts of wolves in before-time. Ramie wore the teeth of the wolves who attacked her in this time. It seemed that wolves were binding us closer and closer together, both across time and within our family.
“Perhaps it is because you operate on a different wavelength than those animals who are strictly predators,” Mandy suggested. Even when we couldn’t get together, we talked online every night. We were all getting comfortable with seeing each other’s hard nipples. Mandy was thinning down some, too. That made her breasts even more impressive. We’d been talking about not being able to link with rattlesnakes and how we only got the surface thoughts of wolves when we tried. “I think I would call it an affinity,” she continued. “We’ll put all the animals you can communicate with readily on the left side of a T-chart and all the animals you know you cannot communicate with on the right side. Then we will list other animals that you have not had the opportunity to try. As you encounter each one we will move it to either the left or right side of the chart.”
Mandy expected that we would be able to look at the list of animals and simply check off the ones that would go on each side. It wasn’t that easy. She kept coming up with other tests. She wanted to know if the Chihuahuas have a different language than the German Shepherds? Did some animals carry on more intelligent conversations? Could we order insects around?
We couldn’t carry out all her tests in now-time, but we’d gotten pretty good at jumping into most creatures in before-time.
And we got to look at Mandy while she put together her experiments.
Phile: Wapiti
We left our tribe in the morning after we had blessed the tent of our dead chief. The tribe parted before us as we led our horses, dragging their travois, and headed toward the prairie.
We had no idea what we were doing, but Yelloweye was in complete agreement with Mandy that we needed to learn more about other animals and to listen to how they talk. It was a concept that was beyond us, but our lives slowed down. It seemed that with the beginning of Cait’s period, we were finally in sync with before-time. A day was a day and not two or five or whatever. We were still learning with double input but, with the synchronization, we were no longer feeling exhausted all the time. We progressed and learned at the same rate.
As we headed toward our fifteenth birthday, Mandy was changing. She’d thinned up some and her complexion was clearing. In fact, Mandy was turning out to be really pretty. She’d grown about six inches in the past eighteen months and it was like her body had caught up with her personality. I know Caitlin already mentioned this, but I was about to turn fifteen and Mandy was the only person other than Cait that I’d ever seen naked. Except Wolf Riding Woman.
That was the thing, though. Caitlin and Wolf Riding Woman were the same person inside, but they were very different outside. Cait and I went to bed with no shirt on and sometimes she slept partly on top of me or curled up in front of me or with me curled up in front of her. We were used to each other’s bodies. I could touch her breasts and she sometimes wiggled against my prick. Well, we touched. But I had all the sensory input of those same positions and feelings with Wolf Riding Woman.
And her responses were different.
You’d think that if kissing Caitlin behind the ear would make her shiver and reach for me, it would do the same for Wolf Riding Woman. But it didn’t. She had different physical responses to different stimuli. As Wolf Rising, I had to learn a whole different set of ways to turn my twin on. I guess that’s why I wanted to know if it would be different to touch Wolf Riding Woman with my now-time body. And I thought, if I touched Mandy, I’d know if my senses were different. Than Wolf Rising. You know?
Oh well.
“No way! I can watch?” Mandy said. I wasn’t saying too much because I was looking at Mandy in front of me and Cait beside me. My mouth was kind of dry.
“Haven’t you ever seen it before?” Caitlin asked.
“No! How could I? It’s all old stuff to you, but I live in the city and have never had an opportunity.”
We were sitting out at the old cabin ruins having a conference. Everyone had been warned to travel in groups and Moms were threatening Caitlin and me with being separated again if we went wandering out into the mountains by ourselves. I was really surprised, though, when we got out to where it was private and tied the horses. Mandy turned toward us like she was expecting something and then just popped all the snaps on her shirt open and took it off. She stripped off her bra and sat on the ground Indian-style.
I caught my breath. I saw her like this on Skype, but this was… real.
“Don’t you always meet like this?” she asked. Rather than argue with her, Caitlin popped her snaps open and gave me a nudge. I took off my shirt, too, and we sat in a little circle. “You don’t, like, go completely naked, do you?” she asked a little uncertainly.
“Not outside,” Caitlin reassured her. “When you talk to us on Skype, we don’t usually have anything on. But we’re on a nice comfy bed then.”
I found it a little distracting. I was becoming more and more aware of both Caitlin and Mandy as women and had discovered how to relieve myself before we went to bed at night. It wasn’t that unusual, though to wake up with my hand caressing Caitlin’s breasts or even with her hand on my hard-on. We’d both had orgasms by this time and knew what they were like. We’d even helped each other out, but something kept us from just having sex.
Mom Ash had taken Caitlin to the doctor soon after her first period and the doctor gave her a shot that she said had to be renewed every three months. When she told Mandy about it, our friend decided she needed to be protected as well. Since, you never know. Right?
I think Moms and Pa just assumed that we were having sex. They knew we’d been sleeping together since forever. I guess that’s part of why we didn’t feel any pressure one way or another. Yelloweye explained it as knowing when our season came.
Part of our education was learning the cycle of life from the animals. Yelloweye had told us that we needed to connect with our horses when their time came to deliver the foals this spring. We finally told Mandy she could watch, too.
Our meeting in the woods came to an end and we stood to get dressed again. Mandy almost knocked me off my feet when she slammed into me and kissed me. Her bare chest against mine felt different than Cait’s. I didn’t have time to say anything before Mandy left me and slammed into Cait with just as much force and a kiss every bit as intense. Seeing those four tits smashed together made me a little dizzy and a lot hard. Mandy pushed Caitlin into my arms and to humor her we kissed as well. I figured just a little light kiss. But it was so exciting, neither of us wanted to let go. Feeling Cait against my chest as our tongues played with each other for the first time was something I knew I wanted to have happen again, real soon.
“Now we all know. We’re like blood brothers and sisters,” Mandy said. “Only with saliva instead of blood. I’ll do anything for you two.”
“Mandy, we’ll do anything in our power for you as well. We’re all kids, but we feel strongly about each other,” Caitlin said. “Thank you for this.”
“I’m a kid,” Mandy smiled as she snapped up her shirt. “You two are aliens.”
It was funny. Somehow in that kiss, I felt like we’d created an anchor in now-time that we didn’t have in before-time or Oxėse. We could always get back here.
Participating in the birth of the two foals was more than I could stand. Men aren’t supposed to feel their whole insides opening up to let a humongous big beast out into the world. I was sure not going to ever put Caitlin or Mandy through that! I don’t know exactly what Cait felt, but she was panting and sweating as much as me. It felt like I passed a bowling ball out my penis.
And we went through it twice. Bells foaled in the middle of the night, so Mandy wasn’t there to watch. She was out first thing in the morning though and held Cait and me together as Bows pushed her big boy out. There was one thing for damned sure and that was that we weren’t going to get any use out of our genitals for a month. Even peeing reminded me of giving birth.
I was going to be too sore to ride.
The experience transcended our two separate times. Wolf Riding Woman and Wolf Rising were just as shaken as Caitlin and Phile. But old Yelloweye wasn’t done with us yet.
We were being sent to talk to other animals. And the two of us were alone in Oxėse. We wandered far and wide. Sometimes we saw other villages of the People, but we didn’t disturb them. We didn’t know what tribes would welcome us and which might attack us. Just because there was no whiteman anywhere we wandered, didn’t mean everyone was at peace. It was still common for one tribe to raid another for food, horses, or mates. I wasn’t enthused about getting killed so some badass like Bent Bow could have Wolf Riding Woman. Since our little experience with Mandy, we’d discovered we liked kissing each other. More and more, I liked feeling her breasts against my chest while we slept.
I’m getting distracted. That was one of the problems and it almost got me gored by a big bull elk. I was glancing over at Wolf Riding Woman and thinking about how her exposed breasts were different than Caitlin’s. Our people were built smaller. I was thinking—I guess daydreaming—when we stumbled into a small clearing where there was a bull with three cows and two calves. We were startled. The bull was startled. He shook his head at us and started pawing at the ground before he lifted his head with such a shrill bugle it hurt our ears. Let’s just say that you do not want to be fifteen feet from a huge bull elk when he bugles his territorial challenge.
The fact that he was surprised made him angry and with him angry it was hard to talk to him.
“Cousin Wapiti,” I tried. I felt Caitlin add her efforts to mine. We stepped back between two trees, but he kept shaking his head and pawing.
“I will not be prey!” he declared boldly. Cait and I shed our wolf robes on the ground behind us. They were like a second skin to us these days. We dropped our bows as well and stood before the big elk in just our loincloths and moccasins.
“We come not as predators, but as calves seeking your wisdom,” Cait said. Cait and I couldn’t communicate directly with each other in our minds, but we could hear each other when we talked to the animals. It was another of the things we were learning. The elk backed a step and I was afraid he was going to charge. I put a hand on Caitlin’s shoulder, ready to push her away.
“What would you learn, two-legged?”
“We would learn the way of Wapiti,” I said. “We would learn how to live in the same world without fear.”
“You would have the wolf lie down with the calf?” he demanded.
When we were hunting, in before-time or in now-time, we knew our relationship with what we stalked. Maybe that is one of the things most people don’t understand. The prey resists. The predator insists. Usually, the prey submits. The predator thanks the prey for providing food. In our now-time, death is thrown at the prey from a distance and the prey seldom participates in the hunt. But the prey’s role is as important as the predator.
Cousin Wapiti knew that we would, in a different time, take him or one of his for food and clothing. But he knew this was not that time. And, for a while, he let us ride in his mind.
That ride was a wild one. Having heard the territorial challenge of the old bull, another answered. The cows and calves continued to ruminate while the bull strode out to meet the new bull. He appeared over a rise about a hundred yards away. After a dozen bugled challenges, the two animals met in a clash. Feeling the ground shake as the eight hundred pound bulls thundered at each other caused our hearts to race. But the jolt as the two met shook acorns out of the trees.
There was a fierceness in the old bull that was not unlike that of the wolf. The elk, however, were focused on their territory rather than prey. Included in his territory was his harem, the cows and calves he had attracted. The challenging male had only one cow following him and hoped to attract others by defeating the old man.
His hopes were dashed. Experience and brute strength drove the challenger from the clearing. His cow started to trot after him, but the old bull stretched his neck out and tilted his antlers back as he circled the cow. He explained to her that she was his now and herded her back to his harem. She made a couple attempts to escape and rejoin her former mate, but soon acquiesced and joined his harem.
The bull paced around the harem, looking up and away to detect if any other challenges needed to be met. He looked toward us once or twice, but let us continue to ride in his mind. His pacing became more agitated as he strutted before his cows and Cait and I could both feel our hearts racing again. The bull was becoming aroused as he paced around the new cow and she was swishing her tail up in the air at him. Cait and I were becoming aroused as well.
Without apparent warning, the bull spun around and mounted the new cow. His penis was close to a foot and a half long. He made several jabs at her and we could feel the tension building in him. She hunched her back a little, raising her opening and the tip of his penis lodged in her. They both froze in position for a few seconds as he stood on his hind legs with just the first inch or two in her as she pushed back to welcome him. Then he lunged forward and the entire length drove into her. She started to move forward, but now his bulk came down on her to hold her in place while he made three full thrusts and emptied his seed into her. Then she lunged forward and he dropped to the ground.
Cait and I fell backward where we’d been watching, our connection to the old bull suddenly broken. Both of us were panting and our loincloths were soaked with our emissions. The bull paced out and around his harem again, stretching his neck out and tilting his antlers back. We slipped away, dragging our wolf skins and bows with us.
When we reached our camp, we stripped out of our clothes and took them with us into the stream to wash. Then we washed ourselves. And each other. For the first time, I reached between Wolf Riding Woman’s legs and felt the hot cleft that awaited my fingers. She wrapped her hand around my renewed erection and we explored each other thoroughly until we both climaxed again.
“Is it always like that for a male?” she asked. “I could feel it building in him. The heat of her opening on his hardness. Building and building until he could do nothing but lunge. And the explosion as he sank into her. I could feel the balls rising and the long path of intense release as his semen was unleashed. Wolf Rising, will it be like that for you when you take me as your mate?”
“You are my mate, Wolf Riding Woman. We will enter our season soon. Until then, we will not know what it is truly like. I know that even though the bull’s explosion was more intense than anything I have felt, having your hand on my manhood when I climaxed was a far more pleasurable experience,” I said.
“Then expect that you will feel it often,” Cait said in my ear in now-time. I was thankful that we were nearing the pasture when our before-time experience overtook us. We would both still have to shower and clean our clothes when we returned to the ranch.
Caitlin: My Baby
I’ve let Phile do too much of the hard stuff. I might cry all over the page, but I’ve got to say this.
They killed my baby.
You didn’t understand when Phile carried me screaming into the house on Christmas Day. How could you understand? Bells’ foal was dead. The damned wolves got her and I was going to kill every mother-fucking one of them.
It wasn’t just a foal! I’d given birth to her! I was in Bells’ head when that baby was born. She was my baby. They killed my baby.
Ramie and Kyle went to the mountains to put an end to the problem. I had my own solution. We’d kill all the fuckers in before-time and they wouldn’t be here do damage in now-time. Wolf Rising and I had been on the plains talking to buffalo, but we mounted our ponies and headed north to the mountains to hunt and kill wolves.
Phile: Riding the Wolf
The only way I kept Caitlin at the ranch was because in Oxėse we were riding toward here as hard as our ponies could go. Yes, toward here. We got Mandy involved via computer that night before Kyle and Ramie rode off into the mountains to hunt wolves. She’s a whiz on the electronics stuff. When we were transferred into Oxėse, we figured it was a sort of parallel to our world and time didn’t really mean the same thing. There was no whiteman chasing around our world. That meant that none of the major landmarks that we knew of as our home in now-time existed.
Mandy downloaded some astronomy software that would let her enter our coordinates and play the stars backward and forward from the present to other times. As Mandy showed us the star charts in now-time, we watched the sky in Oxėse. We finally got a picture that matched what we were seeing. Then we could navigate. We were headed toward the Rockies from Western Nebraska. The place was a desert with sand dunes blowing across the path. We made our way toward Laramie. Mandy got a better fix on our location when we started describing mountains. It took three days of hard riding to come to what we decided was our world’s equivalent of the Little Laramie River, not far from where our village was camped.
We had heavy buffalo robes that we wore as our horses plowed through the snow up to the ridge. We’d been planning to move farther south with the buffalo, but wrapped ourselves up and just kept going. Things were quiet. The game had mostly moved down into the basin, but we saw sign of the heartier animals like the bighorn sheep and the bears. And the wolves.
We thanked the horses and told them to go back down to lower levels. I knew we could call them when we were done, but they were no longer helpful in plowing through the deep snow. We tunneled into a snow bank and lined it with the buffalo hide. Then the two of us huddled together wrapped in our skins and furs to stay warm. We began to regret our hasty drive up into the snow and cold.
But we heard them that night. It sounded like a thousand wolves howling in the forest. They seemed to echo, not just through the mountains, but through time. We held each other, removing all our clothes to pile them on top of us and hold our heat together.
We did the same in now-time. It was the first time that Caitlin and I had taken off all our clothes and held each other through the night. For some reason, we’d always kept underwear on. We touched each other. Touched each other in now-time and Oxėse and came together so powerfully that we passed out.
We awoke to the howling in the morning. Caitlin and I dressed and grabbed our rifles to go check on the horses, hearing the wolves up on the mountain where Ramie and Kyle were hunting. Wolf Riding Woman and Wolf Rising pulled on our elk hide boots, britches and shirts. Then we pulled the wolf skins over us, took our bows and burrowed out of our snow cave.
Wolves. A dozen, snarling, pacing wolves waiting for us to emerge. We held our horseshoe hatchets in our draw hand as we put arrows on the gut of the bow. But before we could loose the arrows, Yelloweye swooped in. Where he passed, another wolf took shape in front of us, facing the others.
Ride!
We heard the command deep in our hearts and our minds leapt into the brain of the huge wolf before us. The other wolves backed away a few steps, still snarling and snapping.
We had been unable to reach into the mind of a wolf before this, and to find both of us riding in this giant was a shock. When we had attempted to find the mind of wolves before this, we had only found hunger, lust for blood, and anger. But these paled next to the overwhelming power and anger of the giant in which we rode. The pack shrank behind its alpha and the two wolves met in a leap that had claws and teeth bared and seeking a quick kill.
It wasn’t quick. The big wolf we rode fought hard to put the pack alpha on his back and tear its throat out. I felt the blood rush to my head and my heart swell. I could feel Caitlin goading the big wolf on to take the two younger wolves that leapt at him. One shortly dragged himself away from the fight with his haunches bleeding. The other, thinking the big wolf was vulnerable, launched himself at its back. But in a quick roll, the big wolf raked the belly of the attacker and opened it so that the guts fell out. The alpha female paced back and forth before the big wolf. We waited to see if she would challenge him or accept him. The rest of the pack hung back, unwilling to interfere in this showdown. She lay down and crawled toward Wolf. He snarled at her and placed his jaws around her neck, piercing the flesh, but she did not move. He backed away.
Wolf swung his head toward where we still stood, holding our bows at the ready. He looked back at the pack and howled out a challenge that rang with only one word that we could understand.
MINE!
The rest of the pack, eight in all, crept forward on their bellies. One by one, Wolf placed a paw on the back of his new pack’s necks. He turned back toward us and we were thrust out of his mind and back into our own bodies facing him. The powerful thrusting of us from his mind echoed again with the word.
MINE!
The Family
“Not sure I should be listening to this,” Cole rasped. “Doesn’t seem right to read about my children discovering their sexuality and getting all…”
“Turned on?” Ashley said. She took the box from Cole and set it aside. Then wiggled herself into Cole’s lap. She felt the bulge of his cock against her ass and kissed him. Mary Beth had already stripped her shirt off and pressed an ample breast at Cole’s lips.
“I’ve always wondered how it felt to a male,” she sighed. “I would do anything to ride in the head of a bull during mating. Or even Ramie’s stallion.”
The mention of her name caused Ramie to pull away from the lips of her lovers. Kyle had a hand under her shirt, lightly grazing across her nipple as she kissed Aubrey. The three looked at the parents in Cole’s big chair.
“I don’t think we should be here to watch this,” Ramie said as Ashley stripped off her shirt.
“If you two don’t get me naked and start sucking my tits, I’m going to explode,” Aubrey gasped. The three younger generation stood shakily and left the study where Cole, Ashley, and Mary Beth scarcely noted their absence.
Comments
Please feel free to send comments to the author at devon@devonlayne.com.
