Frontier Justice (or My Western Harem)
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 3
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 3 - His widowed mother and her sister ran a dry goods store in 1870. His sister helped out and he did odd jobs to make a little cash. A group of cowboys tried to rape his aunt, and they killed the sheriff when he tried to arrest them. So Bobby put on the sheriff's badge and went after the miscreants. They should have surrendered peaceably. But they didn't.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Size Revenge
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. He could do that standing flat-footed one second and then just floating up through the air to land astraddle, just like that. I’d tried that dozens of times, but I couldn’t manage it. I still had to jump up onto my stomach and then swing a leg over. Three feathers didn’t use a bridle, either. He just used his knees to tell the horse which direction to go. I’d seen cowboys do that, too, but they always sat in a saddle and had reins laying loose in their hands. The only thing on Three Feathers’s mustang was a scabbard for his rifle, which he?d found lying beside a dead man one day. This passed-on feller had an arrow in him. The man was a trapper and he 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 wasn’t quite full grown when it got there. 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 talked to me about breaking this horse horse to riding. I figured it would tolerate the weight of me better than a full-grown man, so I took the job. Mister Franklin 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. He was a might fine looking animal; I’ll tell you that. Sometimes he stayed out there for days, until he got hungry enough that he went back in his stall to get some oats. 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 just one man. That was Frank. 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.
I loped along breathing easily. It was hot, but I didn?t mind sweating. Aunt Mattie had already suggested we take a bath together that night before we went to bed, even though it wasn’t bath night. I was looking forward to getting to slide my hands all over her body. Maybe I could even get my pecker wet inside her while our outsides got all wet. I planned on trying to cum in her at least three times before the sun rose on the morrow.