Farm Life

They Be all mine! No touchy.

Yesh, finally another chappie. decided to update, hope you like ^^



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Although the eldest male did not acknowledge her much, she didn’t seem to mind quite so much as she watched the young man, taming this wild horse with ways not normally employed by her fathers men. In her knowledge merely succumbing the beast to fear was all they needed to do, as riding or working them was not the primary use. No, having them breed to make stronger, faster horses was all her father was concerned with. The whole thing seemed a little barbaric to Lilly, but standing next to the fence which divided animal and human seemed to make her very, very curious about the methods this young man employed.

Those bright hazel orbs scanned over the situation, watching the two in a sort of dance about the enclosed space. The horse, which seemed to keep the boy at a constant, and perfect distance, trotted about as if he owned the place, whinnying and clopping by her and the eldest brother, as if displaying his dominance of the situation. The young man, clearly Dirk, showed that hunger and fatigue was getting the better of him, sweat dirt and blood covering his form. She shook her head at his obvious need to prove himself, but something about that determination seemed to spark her interest. Surely minus the dirt and grime and… she shook her head somewhat, pushing the thoughts form her mind. Surely such things were not running through her mind… a mere farm boy! She laughed gently, fanning herself once again. It must be the heat, and her attraction a mirage.

Whilst her thinking was off in other worlds, the loud whinny the horse let out brought her back to her senses, just in time to catch the sight of the wild beasts front hooves clopping down upon the young lad, she gasped, covering her mouth with those gloved hands in horror as the male cursed out in pain, having been thrown backward somewhat, and for his own good, for the weight of the horse surely would have come thundering down upon him. The boy stood, holding onto his chest with evident pain on his face, and an even more bruised ego as he stumbled a bit, cursing loudly as the horse snorted, and trotting about as the clear winner.

Lilly watched as the eldest brother pulled open the gate, running toward his cousin. “Are you alright?!” She heard him call, and soon, if not out of mere curiosity, followed after him, soon catching up with the two. The poor boy’s eyes seemed to be rolling back into his head, the sun plus the beating had obviously taken their toll on him.

“Is he alright?” She asked with urgency in her voice she had never heard before, pulling off her glove and patting his brow gently with it. The brother gently laid him down, and ordered Lilly without a thought to how she might take it to watch him while he ran to the house for help. She nodded, kneeling down and pulling the lad’s head into her lap.

Only after the brother was out of earshot did she dare speak to this fallen male. “a-are you alright..?” She spoke softly to him, still using her once pristine glove to clear his face of any dirt or sweat. Her eyes met with his, though only partially, as he didn’t seem to be able to concentrate on anything, only watching those majestically blue eyes try desperately to hold onto consciousness.





Ironic it was, that only minutes prior to the incident, Lilly had found herself on the verge of an outraged outburst due to the soiling of her priceless oriental garments, and suddenly, the precious material no longer mattered when the individual sullying them had changed form and shape. The immaculate ivory cotton of the lady’s glove had smudged to the same earthy red coated the sculpture of pure masculinity laying helpless in her arms. Groans of inestimable pain flooded incoherently from Dirk’s mouth, interlaced with vehement oaths, directed supposedly at the victorious mount, clopping importantly around the arena, issuing triumphant whinnies and tossing that luscious, ebony mane as if to say ‘Take heed, all ye who dare challenge me.’ But fortunately for the prostrate figure and his temporary guardian, the horse displayed no further hostility, preferring to bask in its own predisposed adulation at having disposed of the dogged pretender.

Dirk’s exasperated groaning ground to a halt, long, potent fingers gripping at his pectoral area, holding his breath, before, releasing both his chest and the air in his lungs with a discontented sigh. There was no clear indicator of any external damage caused by the flailing hooves of the steed, but then again, the rock hardness of those limbs may have cracked the lad’s ribs.

From this distance, it was now possible for the young Lilly to identify the chiseled features of the youth’s features. High cheekbones were complimented by a defined straight nose, and oddly feminine lips. Yet the touch of femininity did nothing to emasculate his honed expression; indeed, their fullness only seemed to accentuate his manlihood all the more in that oddly metrosexual manner. Were his hair washed properly, and not matted with the oily perspiration of a hundred hours spent endeavouring to charm a king of horses, the colour would prove reminiscent of the golden wheat being cultivated in the neighbouring farmhouse. Gradually, Dirk began to regain some composure, his breathing, thankfully normal despite the direct blow he had received to the chest; a lady’s touch was a wondrous antidote to physical injuries. Finally, the ocean blue of his eyes focused, settling upon the milky complexion of high-class above him, the confusion evident in his eyes, as if demanding. ‘Who are you…’ But before the query could be posed formally, a clatter of feet wrenched the teenager’s attention from one another. “Dirk! Dirk!” a woman’s voice was heard, teetering on the threshold of hysteria, followed by the calmer, but nonetheless worried tenor of the man of the house. “I told you to let that nasty horse alone days ago!” The chubby maternal presence of the family hitched her skirt up, ready to sink to her knees and shower the youth in her healing affection.

“I’m alright…I’m alright…” Dirk forestalled her, sitting up wincing, and speaking for the first time in proper tones. His voice rang articulately, yet huskily, as if he bore far greater mental potency than his comely appearance gave him credit for. The cadence of his Western accent remained strong, befitting of his upbringing, and gifting Lilly with, if she needed, a sense of superiority to this male in terms of acumen; yet there was something desperately overpowering about that voice, compelling and mysterious.



Lilly sat there in the reddened dirt, clinging to her soiled gloves. Holding them against her chest and looking up to the family which rushed around the injured male. She watched as he pulled himself to his feet, the two twin brothers clinging to either side of him and helping him back to the house, where his mother followed behind, whining about him needing to be mended and how the doctor was not in town on Thursdays and al other matter of motherly winging which Lilly could barely stand to hear. She rose from the dirt and began to cleanse herself of the red soot, but quickly saw that it clung to every fiber of the dress that was once so beautiful. She sighed and began to walk back to the house, closing the swinging storm door behind her.

Before she could even utter a word however the mother had wrangled her into the kitchen, preparing dressings and hot water, for she feared, as she had said about a million times, that her sons Ribs may be broken and didn’t want to take the chance that they might heal improperly. So, with arms loaded with torn cloth under one arm and a bucket of hot water and soap in her hands, she was pointed in the direction of the bedroom and told to “Make sure he cleans himself before I begin those dressings.” Lilly bit her bottom lip, wondering if she really meant for her to hang around as he washed up, she couldn’t expect such a thing of Lilly, could she? Breathing a heavy sigh, she pushed open the door gently with a toe, peeking around the edge of the door to make sure nothing was amiss.

Her hazel eyes were greeted with the sight of the young male licking his wounds so to speak, poking at the already bruising areas where the horses’ front hooves connected with his strong chest. She cleared her throat gently to make her presence known, keeping her eyes low as she laid the dressings, hot water and soap on an old oak dresser top.

“Your mother sent me with these things.. she wishes for you to cleanse yourself before she dresses your injuries..” The young girl spoke softly, bowing her head gently to him. Putting her hands into the hot water and cringing a little, she wrung out the cloth and brought it to him, both her hands clinging to the rag. Offering it with a smile on her oval face, a smudge of red soil on her round cheek. Her makeup was somewhat amiss, tendrils of her coffee colored hair stuck out from beneath her bonnet. She was not the pristine state she was normally used to, and hated being in his presence and looking such a way. Just standing there before him, one could see her cheeks gaining a light blush, which was darkening by the minute.





Once again, Lilly was met with that blank stare of blue-eyed incomprehension, as if he could not quite grasp the fact that a damsel not of the family was wandering around the household. Accepting the cloth from the girl’s dainty fingertips, Dirk proceeded to stroke the soothing material over his chest, wincing every so often whenever the fabric slid over the purpling bruises forming from his wounds. Even though it was he who was topless and corporeally revealed, Lilly seemed to be feeling more naked in the situation, and much to her discomfort, the curious sparkle in those cerulean orbits appeared to be reading the situation all too well for her liking. He did not even thank her for the moist facecloth, proceeding to stroke it over his face, cleansing it properly whilst leaning over the bucket of steaming water Lilly had stooped to the level of a scullery maid to transport in for him. “Who are you?” The question was finally popped, having been flickering beyond the threshold of his lips since the moment they had laid eyes upon one another. His stare was disconcerting, unwavering as they attached itself to her own, and refused to budge, as if reading each emotion that traveled across her young features, unveiling her every thought and contemplation with uncanny ease. Before she could respond, he had answered the inquisition for himself, wringing out the boiling liquids from the soapy water after dunking the rag back into the water. “James’ daughter” he muttered, almost to himself, relieving Lilly of those terrible, cobalt tones momentarily as he ran the comforting cloth over the large breadth of his shoulders and chest. Rivulets of bubbly water snaked their way down his strapping torso, cutting detailed streaks through the bronzed dust caking his figure, the grime giving way as if undressing the final article of clothing from his person. But whether Dirk really could sense the unease he was instilling within the guest at the shameless parading of his upper body, he made no move to lessen it. “Well, this is a surprise…I thought you were arriving on Saturday.” He broke into a brilliant smile, lighting up his entire complexion, which was now almost rosy red from the heat of the water used to cleanse himself. The radiance exuded by the man could almost have been enough to forgive him for forgetting that it was indeed, already Saturday, and the entire household had been preparing for their arrival over the past four to five days. “I’m Dirk.” He introduced himself shortly, before lowering his entire head into the bucket, gasping as the fluids scalded his scalp, before scrubbing at the glorious, sunflower locks with the bar of soap Lilly had brought in for him. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” He continued, his head bowed so that she was unable to read his expression, trying to strike up a friendly conversation in that articulate tone of his. Of all the brothers and siblings and cousins of the family, the father discounted, he had proved to be the more sociable, and had at least attempted to be polite…if his brazen nudity were disregarded.







Lilly’s eyes were, as if in a trance with his, finally freed when he rose himself from the bed, continuing to stroke that cloth over his flesh, cleaning his tanned skin and disregarding her completely. She almost huffed with his indignant treatment of her, but stopped as he popped a question on her. She opened her mouth to respond, but again, he shut it for her, having answered the question himself. She growled silently to herself, if he was going to ask a question, he might as well let her answer it. But, as he spoke again, she parted her lips gently and spoke her first true words to him.

“Dirk… darling, it is Saturday… you’ve been out in the sun too long.” She said softly to him, a smirk on her lips that was somewhat flirty and teasing at the same time. She was feeling a bit more like herself then, giving her soiled skirts another brush off, before rising to attention once again.

“I’m Lilly sir, which I’m supposing you already know… What exactly have you heard about me?” She asked with a light giggle, sitting herself on the edge of his bed elegantly, spotting herself for a moment in the mirror and beginning to fix herself. She removed her bonnet from her head, which allowed the rest of her dark chocolate curls to fall against the bareness of her shoulders to the rise of her breasts and onward, resting just beneath her shoulder blades in loose, luminous curls.

She giggled slightly, in a very soft manner to herself. She had felt a slight shudder in her chest when he said those words, and allowed herself to lean back against her dainty palms, which pushed her breasts to an even fuller looking position, watching him as he scrubbed his hair. She had become a master of playful flirtation, but in such a barbaric place, she was not sure weather or not to employ her skills for mere amusement. But, in the presence of his male who seemed so sure of himself, she could not resist a little temptation on his behalf.

“I hope all you have heard has been good… wouldn’t want any of my dirty little secrets getting out.” She said coyly with a giggle, curling one of her soft tendrils about her finger, her eyes still grazing over the expanse of his strong back. It was all merely in good fun of course, for were her father to approach she would become the little lady once again… but all work and no play made for a very boring trip.





Dirk’s mane shone like unadulterated gold as it was thrown back over the lad’s supple shoulders, glistening in the healthy glow of youth, and blonder than Lilly might have remembered. Having spent the past four days rolling and tumbling in the dirt with a wild stallion, it was no wonder his hair had appeared sandy colour as opposed to the actual white blonde locks which dappled his crown. Lifting those azure orbs to the reflective surface in front of him, to check for any leftover muck on his face, his venture was suspended in mid-flight, catching sight of the creamy mounds exposed flirtatiously at the neck of his counterparts priceless dress. Dirk was no stranger to attention from the opposite sex. His activities within the small village had thus far gone relatively unnoticed, and it was a surprise his reputation was not more superlatively enhanced from the satisfaction guaranteed by every woman he had gratified. The impish flirtation therefore, did not astound his person, although he did raise a quizzical eyebrow to the audacious mischief the teenager demonstrated, as regards to her upbringing.

Elevating his gaze to the puckish batting eyelashes, roaming over her stylish, russet curls, a calculating smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth, as if deciding to play along. “Oh…mostly good, a shimmy bad.” He responded with equal playfulness, lifting a razor to his neck and beginning to scrape the light film of hair which had developed over the past few days. “Perhaps your dirty little secrets have been tossed around, enhanced, exaggerated, maybe they haven’t.” Dirk toyed with her, speaking carefully as he shaved the bristles from his cheeks, whilst giving her an impudent wink. A pause interplayed into their mischievous banter, the youth deliberately, but subtly straightening, and flexing the toned muscle of his back, and chest so that his admirer could visibly witness the rolling of each individual sinew in his body. “Or perhaps, those dirty little secrets are yet to occur.” He concluded, topspinning the ball into back into Lilly’s court, turning purposefully, whilst wiping the water from his cheeks with a dry towel, vivid blue eyes flashing dangerously into her hazel ones, observing her from where he stood, in all his masculine glory.



Lilly pouted a little bit in that moment, but decided that one as good looking as Dirk surely had attention from women before, one such as herself she was not sure, and he was all but a playful mystery to her. She giggled softly at him, covering her mouth to regain her composure and slight disappointment. But maybe… She sat up strait and ladylike then, batting her eyelashes at him once more, and ever so slightly allowing her eyes to roam over his form. He wasn’t enormous, like his cousins, they must have gotten that from their father… but he made up for such in height. A more innocent smile grazed her lips, and she rose from her place on the bed.

“Surely I don’t know what you speak of, dearest…” She cooed to him, her eyes rising up high to look him in the eye. A petite girl like Lilly only reached up to strong pectoral muscles, and it was clear he was one used to using that strength…in all forms of battle. However, Lilly was not one to let brute strength overcome intelligence.

“Tell me, Dirk, How long have you been rolling in the dirt with that animal? Two.. Four days?” She tutted, smirking devilishly. Surely, a hit bellow the belt, but she knew he would desire nothing more than to prove her wrong, if her calculations of him were correct. “Well, one must know their place I suppose… Your Aunt tells me that dinner is in the trough…oh, I mean, on the table.” She blew a kiss to him as she stepped out the door, letting her hips sway teasingly at him before escaping up the stairs to clean herself before dinner.

She washed up quickly in a small basin provided in her guest room, and dug throughout her large baggage form something appropriate to wear to dinner. She had not expected things to be so… archaic, and a only packed her best dresses. No matter, she thought to herself, pulling out a lovely white dress, with the same shoulder revealing cut as her previous one, but lacking sleeves, only a slight poof of lace for decoration mostly. She was much to hot to trifle with anything heavier. No, this one breathed well and the soft, blue painted roses along the bottom and sprouting upwards were a lovely touch. Tightening her bodice a little and slipping into the soft Egyptian cotton dress, she quickly reapplied a little make up, making sure that the deep red of her lipstick was perfectly in place.

With that, she heard the shrill cry of a bell being rung outside, calling the rest of the family in for dinner. She slipped on a matching pair of Chinese style slippers and trotted elegantly down the stairs, to be greeted with a lovely scent of home cooking.. By this point, she was absolutely starving, and would eat just about anything. She smiled at her father whom gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and encouraging words, while pulling out her chair and seating her at the oak table. This would be an interesting ordeal, she was sure… Though her mind was much more focus on where her little pet might be hiding, glancing about for Dirk among the dark hair and seeing no sign.









Despite the outdated and primitive influences at work within the household, it may have come as a surprise to the aristocratic guest to find the entirety of the family seated obediently, although not too quietly, at the grand oak table, waiting for all to be settle on their benches before commencing. The podgy figure of the mother was busy pottering around the bureau, ably assisted by her younger girls, significant of the social status which women bore in the far West, which, it had to be said, did not differ considerably from the natural conforms of Occidental culture. Lilly thus discovered herself surrounded in a shroud of male hormones, all jostling one another, braying and roaring with laughter in conversation much unsuited for such a lady of her upbringing. To her dismay, she had been flanked by two of the younger boys, nearing seven and nine in ages respectively, both casting sidelong glances of childlike inquisitiveness at her before turning their attention to their compatriots on their other side, banishing the poor guest to apathy.

Opposite the teenage girl, sat the eldest son, his demeanour shyer, softer than the twins beside him who were busy squabbling over a hunk of rich, brown bread. His eyes were directed intently upon her, shining in the subtle emerald green tones so becoming of his lineage, intense yet not overbearingly so. Bashfully, he deterred the regard towards the broiling potatoes in his wooden platter, pretending to be highly engrossed with the spuds whilst hiding the light colour in his cheeks behind his auburn curls. The twins had still not resolved their differences and eventually, the mother had to separate the two by inserting the unfortunate six year old Sarah in between them. Both rolled their grey eyes distastefully in sundry directions before, extraordinarily, the duo laid eyes upon Lilly at the same time. Far less gracious as their elder sibling, the two slid their dusky expressions wolfishly over her female frame, as if she were naught but a mere object, drinking in the supple ride of her bosom and the diaphanous characteristics of a lady before her prime. Both shot their other half a knowing look of accordance, then turned their attention to the head of the table where the beast of their father had arrived, plopping heavily into the sturdy chair. In one simultaneous movement, the entire family bent their heads to their clasped hands, devout Christians, performing the customary recognition to the Lord for the food on the table.

The meal was more like a banquet than an actual dinner. Igneous potatoes had been oven-baked in their skins, sweltering and popping open at the seams. Several colossal casseroles, filled with the local farm vegetables were laden over the oak surface, bittersweet carrots, boiled to a lush elasticity, so that they melted as they touched the tongue, white and purple turnips, tossed into a beef stew, seasoned with the kiss of spring onions and parsley, there was even a roasted boar dripping in honeysuckle gravy at the head of the table. Such gluttonous portions of food were required to nourish such a monumental generation. It was during the softened boom of the pre-digestive prayers that Lilly might have noticed that every so often, one of the five older brothers would glance in her direction, some appraisingly in a courteous manner, others more brazen and venereal. In the midst of the communal scripture, Dirk reappeared, scooting into the empty seat near the other end of the table, and bowing his head instantly into the termination of his uncle’s monologue. As everyone was given the go-ahead, the hungry mouths fell upon the sustenance like a pack of voracious wolves, although, before Dirk’s unbearably attractive face was hidden from view by the surging horde, Lilly could have sworn a debonair wink was thrown in her direction.



The ever nonchalant Lilly had been sitting ever respectively of her host, glancing about the table with some inquisition to those whom sat around her. Her hazel optics scanned over the family, all with those similar eyes, some more emerald green, some more off grey. She smiled somewhat, thinking to herself what her boarding school friends would think of her spending a week with a house full of no doubt ravenous boys… but she couldn’t think of a single reason not to fully enjoy her time here. Her devilish grin was whipped clean when a pair of those green eyes seemed to burn into her flesh. Brought back to her senses, she glanced back at them, and finding those eyes to belong to the eldest son. She smiled very sweetly at him, which only seemed to make his cheeks burn all the brighter. Lilly covered her mouth and giggled, her attention falling back to the head of the table.

She sunk her head and raised her hands in prayer, but kept her eyes dutifully open, watching as each of the boys seemed to, in turn, take their appraisal of her. She was no stranger to attention, but on such a level… she could feel her cheeks getting hot, and was all to glad when she raised her head and the meal commenced. A streak of golden hair had shown itself at the table, and she immediately turned her eyes down to Dirk. However, the intangible hunger of teenage boys was too much to battle, and she gave up, accepting his mere wink as maybe something more, and he would… possibly enjoy a little confrontation?

Her thoughts were interrupted however when her father laid a plate before her. So much smaller in proportions to the massive spoon and forkfuls the rest of the family were taking, each one trying to one up his brother for the last slice of pork or bread. She shook her head at the display, looking down to her plate dismally, and even more so when she noticed only one fork and knife. Sighing, she picked up both, taking tiny, perfect bites and chewing between sensuously closed lips, so the fork barely grazed her lips. She herself did not even know the caliber and level of sexuality upper class people trained themselves in, and the viewing of “civilized” to her was to these people no doubt outrageously alluring. But, Lilly knew nothing of such things, and naively thought herself to be the only swan in a flock of wild geese.

Dinner was probably the most silent time of the day, as everyone was merely trying to fill their bellies quota. Eventually however, the volumes of food gave way to full bellies and quiet conversation. Lilly, however, had many a plot forming in her mind, and continued batting eyelashes across the table from her playfully.





It seemed, that for the overture to the meal, the rapacious stares issued in her direction were put on hold. If there was one thing that Lilly could learn from these peasant-folk, it was that nothing got in between a hungry man and his dinner. It was an unwritten rule, passed on from generation to generation; the neverending question on whether food was more important tan sexual intercourse or vice versa. The response, in such circumstances could only be the former.

By and by, the meaningful glances and fidgeting of the lips returned in dribs and drabs, notably from the twins, who appeared to possess a particular fascination with the more feminine assets of her body. They were shamelessly caught time after time, with their enigmatic, grey escapes, wandering nomadically over her shapely bosom, shoved up bountifully by her expensive, virginal robe. Yet neither showed any notion of consideration for her dignity, chewing on their green beans casually during their itinerant voyeurism. As conversations emerged around the dinner table, names were tossed hither and thither, enabling Lilly to familiarize herself with her many hosts. Dirk aside, Lilly had not had the honour of speaking with any of the others, and thus, the sudden flood of identifying monikers was demanding, even for a lady of her educated nurturing. The twenty year old opposite her introduced himself shyly, at the insistence of his mother, who, after spotting her son’s reticent nature, when in the presence of such a gorgeous example of feminine beauty as Lilly, had come to his rescue by tossing up a trivial conversation between the three of them, whilst serving her strapping offspring with an extra portion of venison, and conveniently departing in the midst of the discussion. The carrot-haired youth was christened Adam, and, the betraying emerald eyes aside, bore little resemblance in character to the self-assurance of Dirk, nor the quietly condescending mannerisms of the twins. His diffident, timid wringing of the hands, coupled by the occasional stutter of his melodic voice, made for far easier prey for Lilly to target, reminiscent of the well-spoken whiskered sons to the Lords and Earls she frequented in those refined social gatherings back home.

“Unfortunately, we possess an undersized…edu…cation system in New Mercia…and I am unable to…follow my passion in literature… and…p…poetry.” Adam smiled nervously, sticking to Lilly’s polite questioning of his hobbies. By this time, the flush in his cheeks almost matched the red shine of his locks. It was probably the first time he had ever spoken with a lady before other than his mother or sisters. Beseemingly, he was the home boy, the lad who bore faraway dreams of escape from the ranch, the romantic if you will. “And you?” Adam managed with an effort, enchanted by the sheer weight of this woman’s loveliness, completely charmed under her spell already.

At the righthand side of the father, the final brother of the older quintet was seated solemnly. Although the most inconspicuous of the five, he was by no means the one bearing the least presence. When one eventually laid eyes upon him, one often wondered why he had not drawn their attention instantaneously. Of all the family, he was the most handsomely built. With height to match the muscular structure of his shoulders and developed abdominal slabs to rival the statue of David, it was his skin colour which stood out radically from his siblings. Noticeably a more olive hue, it was remarkable that his eyes could bear the identical green tinge and his hair the same red tones as his elder brother, although the red was of darker flare than Adam’s. Eric was indeed, the mysterious brother. Following him in age, were the twins, Jason and Nathan, and finally, the fourteen year old Oliver.



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