Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Historical, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Pregnancy, .
Desc: Western Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A redheaded girl of sixteen becomes a mail order bride. She is met at the train in Nebraska by her fiancÃ© and they quickly marry. She becomes frustrated when she learns that she is unable to bare children.
I was a 16 year old redhead in a family of redheads. My name at that time was Cassie O'Brien. I came from a large family of 13 kids. One died drowning at the old swimming hole when I was three. I was the eighth child of the twelve surviving brood. The small house could not hold us all. It was always overcrowded, loud with shouting voices wanting to be heard, and having too little room to get a good night's sleep. I was always tired as were all my sisters in the overcrowded bedroom. Somehow we made do with our cramped circumstances.
My father was a chicken farmer. He did try to grow corn and soybeans but he never had any luck to doing it. He did have a good handle on raising chickens. We had almost a thousand of them plus 20 roosters we had to keep separate or they'd kill each other. Having twelve kids meant the chores were pretty much easy tasks. Especially for us girls. My job was to walk to the post office in town to get the mail. One summer day in 1874 I spotted a sign in the local post office about an agency in New York City looking for mail order brides out west. All I had to do was fill out a form and mail it in. I did just that as a prank knowing no one would contact me. I was a pretty girl with green eyes, a lovely face with no freckles, nice breasts (if I can say so myself), but I was tiny. Four foot-ten inches. I joked with myself that when the carnival came to town, I could join up as a midget. Never seeing one before, I couldn't image anyone could be any smaller than me. I was the runt of the litter.
When I got home from my walk, I'd help Mama with the cooking. Most of us girls would except for Margaret. She wanted to become a famous actress and she'd spend as much time as she could in front of a mirror saying lines from a book she got from the library. Despite our location, Rhode Island had a nice traveling library. They'd come by every month or two retrieving books and loaning others out. The boys in our family liked reading about the recent Civil War. We girls had different interests. Susan liked books on sewing and knitting. Robin liked stories of all kinds while I loved to read romantic novels. I read Little Women at least once a year. Then throughout the year I'd dream that I was one of those girls being courted by handsome young men and eventually marrying.
It was a month later that this agency sent me several letters forwarded in my name of men wanting a woman. I was surprised because I had not been serious when I filled out that form. In fact, I forgot all about it. There were five in all so I started reading them on the way back home. Two I dismissed because the love sick men were too old. Another needed a wife to manage his six children in Kentucky. One man wanted a woman who was strong and able to wield an axe cutting wood. The last was a man in Western Nebraska who was twenty-one looking for a young woman to take care of his needs. You know; cook for him, patch up the tears in his clothing, clean the house, and other chores women do for their men to keep them comfortable. He had a picture of himself taken when he was eighteen. I have to admit he was quite good looking, tall, clean shaven. He'd never married, didn't smoke or drink, never chewed tobacco. His name was Miles Graves. He owned his farm free and clear, raised corn and soybeans like Papa only he was quite successful.
I took an interest in Miles. I wondered what it would be like to be married and a mother? I didn't want to give birth to thirteen kids like Mama did. It broke her heart when Henry drowned. Three would be nice, at the most four. So when I got home, I found Mama lying down for a brief rest. We were alone so I showed her the letter and photograph from Miles to get her advice.
"He is certainly handsome, Cassie," she told me. "However are you sure you want to do this? This would be a very big step for you."
"I don't know, Mama. I love you and Papa, I love my siblings, I love this place. But there's little chance of landing a husband with all the men that were killed in the War Between The States. What do you think I should do?"
"Well if I were you, I'd look into this further. You don't have to take this man. I'm sure there will be others. But he looks like he would be a nice catch. My only question is, why doesn't he look around him to see if there is a woman there to marry?"
"So you don't think it would hurt to write a letter to the agency to forward it onto him?"
"Wouldn't hurt at all. Why don't you do that? Make sure that you write a good description of yourself. Tell the truth about everything. If you don't and he sees you get off the train he will be disappointed and may not take you in. Then you will be stuck out there with no way of getting back. You know we don't have the money to send to bring you back to us. So be very careful how describe yourself. You are a pretty girl and you don't have to exaggerate about your looks!"
"Thank you, Mama," I kissed her cheek and gave her a loving hug. "Get some rest."
I took Mama's words to me seriously. I knew if somehow, someway, somewhere if I found the right man and went to become a mail order bride; I'd be less of a burden to our family. One less mouth to feed. We didn't have too much to begin with but we managed just fine. My older siblings never left the family because they had no gumption to leave. Only Margaret and me had any desire to go. Fred was the oldest at twenty-seven would never come to be anything since he wasn't capable do so. He was kind of slow and really couldn't make any decisions for himself. Amy, on the other hand, was the smartest. She desired to go onto college and become a doctor even though women weren't usually allowed in the school or to practice medicine. No one could tell Amy that. She is one determined girl and always took as many books on medicine as the traveling library had.
I must have spent three hours that night writing my letter. I described myself as honestly as I could. I wrote down what I could or couldn't do. I told the man that I wasn't strong physically but had enough grit within me that I could face any difficulties of life. I had to ask Amy how to spell a few words but almost all of the letter to Miles were from me. The next morning I mailed the letter back to the agency. I walked back home reading another letter sent to me. A man needed a woman to look after his grandmother who was in her nineties. The pay sounded good but it was only for the life of the woman then the lady would be on her own. I tore that one up and put the pieces into the big pocket of my dress and never mentioned it to anyone.
It was mid July when I received a letter from Miles. With the new railroad, it took only a week to ten days to get mail from that far west. Mr. Graves lived near Sidney, Nebraska close to the Colorado border. It still had problems with the Indians but they were slowly being pushed west as the white people moved into that area. I am a girl with the spirit of adventure and this made me attracted of going that far. Miles wrote directly to me now. I could tell he was an educated man because he had good handwriting and spelled all of his words correctly. He was now twenty-two with his birthday being in late June. He helped his father with the farm until he died. His mother was already dead from consumption. His only brother left the farm earlier in the year to mine for gold in the Black Hills where a big strike took place recently. He lived alone with his stock. He had two mules, two horses, a few sows, some cattle and two hundred acres of cleared farmland. To say the least I was intrigued. He also had the money for a ticket for a train, enough to eat in the dining car, and would meet me at the station in Sidney.
I showed the letter to Mama and said if he agreed to send me the money it sounded like an ideal thing for me to look into. She cautioned me to have my 'ducks in a row' before leaving. Margaret was excited for me. She told me that I would be a wonderful wife if Miles Graves was the man he described himself to be. I made up my mind to venture out there. I wrote him back to that effect.
The night before I left, long after we went to bed, Margaret shook me then put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to follow her. We crept downstairs and outside. We settled on the rail of the fence holding in our horses and cattle.
"Here is my gift to you," Margaret handed me a small package.
"What's in it?"
"It's a straight razor. You should shave your legs and underarms. It will make your intended very happy when he feels your silky skin."
"Thank you," I hugged her.
"I'm going to leave soon too," Margaret told me. "I'm going to New York City in September and take the chance that I can start my acting career. I know it's a big step but I've got the gumption to do it and not becoming a wife and mother. That may be for most girls but I want to become famous."
"I wish you the best of luck," I told my beautiful sister. "You've got to promise me that if you become rich and famous that you'll come to Sidney so I can see you perform."
"I promise you that I will."
We hugged and kissed each other before returning inside to get some sleep before Mama, Fred and Thomas took me to Providence to catch my train at noon. Margaret and me always got along and seldom argued. I knew I would miss her as I left to meet Miles. I only hoped that everything would work out for the both of us.
It was a the very next day that I boarded a train in Providence to make my way to Philadelphia to catch a train bound for Saint Louis then catch one more to Sidney. Miles sent me one hundred dollars plus the date of my arrival. It would take me twelve days to make the trip. Mama fried some chicken for me and baked two loaves of bread and some of my favorite pastries for snacks. So I had enough to eat at least until Saint Louis.