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An extraordinary tale of human beings bonding together far beyond their different skin colours and their differing religious beliefs into a community which only nurtures love and trust, which embraces each other's as brothers and sisters: A truly heroic tale of lust and love from the farest corner of the wildest West!
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Red Indian Initiation
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichRed Indian Initiation
Red Indian Initiation
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
Red Indian Initiation
A peaceful declaration
against any war!
Hi, my name is Jacob: I was growing up on a small farm in the far mountains of the wild West. Being the son of a soft blond northern European mother and a hot-blooded red-headed Irish father I had turned out in my mother's way: blond and nimble - whilst my sister was full-blooded and carried a wild growth of unruly red curls on her head, which she had to crop short just to keep them all under control. The farm was prosperous, father sold his finely bred horses for a good price, he could even afford a nanny for us children: a young Indian woman from the mission in town. She taught us her language and we taught her ours - and I absolutely loved it, when she scrubbed me between my legs in the bathtub on Saturday night with the sponge!
One year ago the draught had set in permanently and dried up our gully, the unrelenting heat was sucking us all dry - half a year ago our scared mother left with the last of father's money to find safety with her sister in Wichita. Our last horses died from the heat, and the last milk cow tipped over on a hot day too - and after Father had sucked dry all his whiskey bottles he grew angrier by the day. He spanked me more often than deserved onto my naked bottom, and he did the same with my older sister when he thought me deep asleep in bed - I heard her moaning and groaning under his increasing aggressive treatment nearly every night from downstairs: I just imagined to spank her naked myself one day and my dickel grew hard - hard like a stick!
A week ago the last remaining water in the well had turned poisonous, father had caught a nasty stomach virus and didn't want to eat anymore - he was drying out like a leaf in autumn! We children had not much to do anymore: I was feeding the last goat and the two sickly donkeys with thorny thistles and dusty tumble weed - the most stubborn animals when it comes down to surviving! My sister fed our sickly father with whatever she could find around the house, but there was no much no more - mother's garden had dried-up into a cracked-up mud patch! There was a shadow of doom on the whole property - the horse cart was still intact for a possible escape, but the starving donkeys would have collapsed half way out of the looming misery!
I was waiting as usual in bed until she had cleaned up downstairs and had put father to bed - pretending to be asleep, to watch my sister change into her pajamas. By now she was well aware of my spying and sometimes was teasing me with a quick flash of her fiery red-haired camel toe! But today she undressed more slowly and much more sensual for me in the flickering golden light of the lamp than ever before. She had a strong back, a narrow waist and an ample pear-shaped bottom! She flicked her sexy polka dot panties off her foot right on my bed, and she didn't pick them up, just blew out the light and went to sleep: She wanted me to have them, to get aroused by sniffing them, maybe even to wear them? - what did I know about women?
Yesterday my sister wanted to play police and robber again - and of course: she was to be the policeman again too! In her dirty blue jeans, the checkered red shirt and her short cropped red hair she looked far more manly than I did: I was still running around in shorts and socks, and my shoulder length blond hair maybe made me appear more girlish than I could imagine? But such a grave gender difference can naturally happen when a Swedish woman marries an Irish man! And: she caught me red-handed again behind the barn and proudly deported me to the chicken house - there were no chicken left, so it was her office now! And as usual: she bound my hands behind my back with her handy scarf - to make me her prisoner and her boy toy too!
As for a strict officer of the law a strip search was unavoidable, to find even the hidden goods as evidence for the court. She found nothing from value in my shirt pockets, but in the pocket with the hole she found items of interest in my shorts, that needed further examination. That I was wearing her red polka dot panties made her smile, and that my little dickel was straining inside the tight confines like a trapped eel made her lick her lips - she had found all the evidence she needed! She was fondling the tight package for a while, awaiting a reaction from inside - what was naturally happening to her groping demand without my consent anyway! Sis could make me so unbelievable horny that I could have shrunk away in shame if I wouldn't have liked it!
Coolly she declared: That I was spying at her undressing every night, that I stole her favourite underwear, and that such a pervert behavior of a junior like me was totally inexcusable! That I had to face some serious discipline for my juvenile and lecherous attitude - I just blushed in a deep crimson, as guilty as sin! She seemingly wanted the beloved garment back and stripped it off me herself. My dickel was jumping up like the jack out of the box and pointed at her freckled nose with sheer curiosity. With one hand my sister grabbed the opportunity by the tail, and with the other one she spanked my buttocks hard to teach me a lesson! My dickel was twitching in her firm grip first like a slippery eel with no chance to escape - then he gave in!
The rising pain of my maltreated backside deliciously mixed with the rising pleasure in the front, Dickel grew harder and harder in her palm, and his pink glossy head strained out of the captive grip, his little mouth wide open! A clear drop of natural lubrication emerged from it and sparkled like a diamond in the sunlight, filtering through the cracks in the wall. Sis surely liked the erotic game very much, and she certainly loved to punish my poor white buttocks, but to extract my milk was her actual priority, and she couldn't fail! I was her sex slave, and she milked me down to the last drop and laughed like a bitch - then she left me back to dress. I swore bitter revenge, and I could hardly wait to strip and to spank the naughty girl myself!
