Farm Life

Morning was not long in making its appearance, its rosy fingers sneaking over the horizon, and setting the horizon alight within seconds of its rebirth. Distantly, a rooster crowed, its strangled croak signaling the commencement of another day. Five twenty-one by the modern day clock, which hung pompously from its high perch on the local church wall. The farmhouse stirred, the parentage making the

themselves heard, flinging open their children’s doors, and dragging the comfort of their woolen blankets from their slumbering frames; a rude awakening for any individual. Lilly, and her father slept on in their separate rooms, unaware that a world existed beyond the habitual seven ‘o’ clock rising they deemed to be the benchmark of what was considered civilized. By that time, the women and child

children were just finishing weeding the area, and making sure the cooking for lunch had begun, even before they were allowed to feast upon the fresh bread Eric had brought home from the local bakery. The other men were busy completing chores in the stables, and on the ranch, breaking in the new steeds, grooming the glossy coats of their older geldings. Dirk, as usual, continued to doggedly tame the magnificent black stallion, who in turn, trotted arrogantly around the main pen, tossing its head in deliberate emulation of he who tried to turn him.



The hustle and bustle which seemed to be so common in this house awoke Lilly with ease, for her housemaids and butlers walked about as if they could wake the dead with the sounds their footsteps. This was not the case in this household, for she was easily forced out of bed by 6 ish. She had not slept well, so getting up was probably for the best. She used the hour before seven to prim herself for the day.

It was another hot one, and she dug through her now assorted closet of clothing which someone had kindly hung up for her, who she did not really care, for it was usually done for her anyway. She picked and prodded at them, finally selecting yet another of her finely cotton and sheer dresses, layered numerously but thankfully thinly for the such a hot southern day. She called someone in, uncaring who as long as they was female to tighten her bodice, and by the end of it she was unsure of how she was to breathe by how tightly the young, though grudgingly strong the girl was who helped her. Breathing lightly, she was helped into her lovely white dress, this time dappled with an image of a river and pink painted water lilies along its base and mid section, a delicately pained flower just below her breasts being its focal point. She smiled, thanking the girl again, who merely huffed and clearly did not like being a maid to some upper class girl... but really, could she expect any more? Giggling, Lilly began her makeup, painting the portrait of beauty she had been taught, with pale pink lips to match her dress, along with the same tint of ivory made eye powder, thick, inky mascara, and an array of other products to make her skin as pure as porcelain. Grasping her parasol in her hand, she glanced into the mirror approvingly before stepping out of her room not a minute before seven, traveling down the stairs as if on a cloud in her heeled, open toed shoes, eyes already open for Eric... he was her target for today.



The sweltering heat of yesterday had failed to abate, and the mere idea of a corset would have caused more experienced, or faint-hearted ladies to swoon at the mere contemplation. As it was, Lilly had ignored the possibility that she might be spending a lot more time outdoors than she was accustomed to.

Upon stepping regally into the dining room, she drew, for a fraction of a second, all the

green orbits of the male section before their ravenous expressions returned their undivided attention back to the baking hot bread and homemade assortment of jams that aligned the thick surface. Fresh porridge steamed in a gigantic cauldron on the end of the table, the strong matron of the house, dolling out ladlefuls the size of Lilly’s entire face into each wooden bowl.

Eric, like his brothers,

was seated on the side nearest to the doorway, as they had rallied instantly to the call of nutrition from their outdoor activities. Dirk was already wiping the remains of his porridge on his sleeve, eager to return to his task. He winked in his infuriatingly self-assured manner, allowing his hues to caress her elegant, hourglass form with his lion’s appetite, before hopping over the bench, and

hurrying back to the outdoors.

Fittingly, there was a space readily made for Lilly at the end of the table, where Eric sat, slightly detached from the rest, mopping the sludgy grub from his bowl with the last morsel of his bread. Adam, peered up hopefully from his platter, offering a dreamy smile as Lilly approached the table with her measured, princess-like pace.



Lilly smiled at the boys as she always did, loving how for that mere moment she commanded the sea of emerald jewels about the table, before the food called back the majority fo their attentions. Even Lilly knew herself to be no match for a mans appatite, and didnt try to be. Her soft, light pink painted lips curled into a smile she she noticed Eric sitting at the edge of the table, still eating, and approached him slowly, not before however, letting a teasing glance reach the winking eye of Dirk, and then casting a more sincire smile to the ever sweet Adam, who looked at her with more devotion she she thought herself able to bare, covering her giggling lips as she sat down next to Eric.... She sighed lightly as he made no movement to help her push in her stool, he was certainly no gentleman in the modern since, but much more in the classic sense.

Lilly reached out her hand to grasp a thick slice of the warm, salty sweet bread, reaching then for the nearest homade jam, thankfully being one of her favorites, Blueberry. Cutting the slice in half, she slathered both, then offered half to Eric, whom sat next to her. She blinked up to him with innocent eyes, motioning to the slice.

"Would you like that Eric? A full slice is just too much for me... And wouldnt want it to go to waste." she said in her satiny sweet voice, letting her fingertip drift to her own half, and lifting a small portion of the sweet jam to her mouth, and sucking it off her fingertip gingerly, eyes still on his.



Lilly had skillfully positioned herself so that Eric’s considerable size veiled her from the majority of the rest of the table, so that she was able to carry out her devious ploys without attracting the disapproving glares of the rest. Her games remained her private secret, and thus far, she had not encountered any telling obstacles to her testing of the local waters. Eric watched her

dispassionately; green eyes so alike, yet so different to his siblings, for although before him, a young, nubile lady, on the threshold of womanhood, sat, sucking at her fingers in a beseemingly innocent manner, no emotion was displayed. He reminded her of the forbidding plummet of granite which formed the barrier against the raging Atlantic ocean in far off Brittany, changeable only to the

persistent tenacity of millions of years of throwing oneself against it. There had to be an easier way of swaying his resilient resolve, accepting the hunk of bread which Lilly had jammed with such delicacy, and tearing it in half tactlessly, handing her the smaller portion.

“Thank you.” He muttered shortly, fixing her with his rocky, unwavering gaze, and then added afterwards. “Good morning."

The bread offered little resistance to his strong mandibles, devoured in two mouthfuls, flecks of blueberry dotted over his manly lips.

On the opposite side of the table, twin pairs of grey orbs observed her, Jason and Nathan munching, almost in counter-step with one another, silent, and chillingly voyeuristic.



She was rather upset by how cool and calm he was, it was as though she literally had to tear of her clothing and beg for him to get any sort of reaction out of him, she thought her little games would be enough, but it seemed naught. She pouted profusely as he looked away from her, taking the slightly smushed half which his large hand had torn in half, and taking tiny peices from it, placing them inside her mouth slowly and carefully, as not to disrupt her lipstick. She was rather absorbed in her thoughts as how to get the better of Eric, when she noticed that quadruplet of eyes upon her form. She rose her eyes a bit, noticing the way the twins seemed to look at her. Surely, they were younger than her, ever so slightly, but they were icy in onces perception of them. She bit her bottom lip and looked away from them, scootching closer to Eric for seeming protection.

"Are your brothers always this eerie or am I just special?" She asked in a low and somewhat sarcastic tone, perciving Eric and also the twins in the corner of her eye. She wondered what they were thinking, but shrugged off thier strange nature, focusing her attentions on Eric once again.



The mountain that was Eric barely registered the stealthy approach she had adopted, most probably aware of her attempts, but choosing to ignore them, out of boredom, or out of tactical plotting, it was impossible to tell. At the mention of the twins, however, the majestic sweep of his eyes arced up lazily, fixing them with the disapproving regard of the elder brother. The twins, despite the age

difference, stared challengingly straight back into the gaping maw of the tiger, the corners of their mouths twitching upwards in shameless mockery of the danger they could encounter at the paws of their much larger sibling. Timing their move to perfection, both sets of eyes slid back down to their platters in uncanny coordination. Eric continued to watch them, smirking into their food, before

responding to Lilly in a lowered tone of his baritone.

“Don’t pay any attention to them. Kids.” He dismissed them disdainfully, finishing his bowl of porridge, and sending it up for another helping. “Think more with their dicks than Dirk does.” He scoffed, and refilled his glass with the fresh milk from the urn on the table, before filling her own without asking her whether she wanted any.



Lilly hadnt been expecting Eric to be so blunt with his wording, but giggled none the less as he spoke down to his well built little brothers. She imagined them with a pair of twin girls, then they would be almost commical. Smiling down to them she winked playfully, a mutual grin was shared, then her eyes returned to Eric, whom had lifted her glass into his large, rough hands and filled it without a word. She had opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, grasping the glass as he handed it to her, letting both her hands brush his as she took it, feeling giddy at the first time she had really touched him. He seemed to be the only one of these fine males who made her chase after him... and if thats what he wanted, then she would.

"Thank you Eric... in both senses." She added with a shy smile, elluding to the duo of irrivocable vouerisim that was the twins. Lilly took a swift drink from her glass, then let her tongue gently glide over the wet top lip, shedding it of the white glisten of milk. She was in tune with her sexual prowess, but had no idea of the illusion the milk may have made in that moment to the males at that breakfast table.



The imagery conjured instantly by the minds of the altogether perverse male mind had to be forgiven as a natural process, considering the reason for which they had been built. Their physical purpose to sow their seed and possess their women in the throes of sexual activity stretched beyond the conception of simple intercourse. Like the moment she had entered the dining room, when she had

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inadvertently drawn the masculine gaze upon her, the same instant was crowned again, increased a hundredfold by the deviant nature of her pink tongue, sliding moistly over the upper petal of her lips. The twins peered over at her surreptitiously, their noses in their bowls, without lifting their heads, the younger boys on the opposite side of the table followed suit. Even the father of the brood

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allowed his stare to follow the mesmerizing motion, before once again, as if by magic, the tension evaporated, and they returned to their respective conversations. Yet, the very one who had been supposed to react to her efforts, was the only one who appeared unmoved. Adam, had seen nothing, for Lilly was hidden from his view by the mountain that was Eric. The dark, mysterious male, casually downed

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his own glass of milk, wiped the white moustache on a dusty sleeve, and hopped over the bench, following Dirk out into the courtyard to continue his work, nodding politely to Lilly in respect, but hardly out of the awe which Adam displayed, nor the sexual mischief employed by the cousin.



Lilly was lefted sitting there, totally shocked and disbelieving in how calmly and completely Eric brushed off everything she did. Was he really that disinterested in her? What then was his type of woman? It bothered her to no end that she could not please Eric, and put him in a place where he was totally in awe of her. Her ego bruised, Lilly slammed her glass down on the wooden tabletop as he skirted out the door, her eyes looking more hurt however than angry.

Sighing heavily, Lilly turned her eyes down the table to Adam, as the Bulk that was Eric did not block his view anymore. She smiled down to him, and made her way out the door, becconing him to come foreward and follow her. If she could not entice Eric... maybe she could make him Jealous.?

"Bring one of your poetry books Adam.... I want you to read to me.." She said with a sweet smile, motioning to the large tree which he no doubt had sat beneah may times before, and was close enough to the barn that both Dirk and Eric could see them. If it didnt irk Eric, than it would surely bother Dirk. He wouldnt be one to loose to his ever so lesser Cousin.