Farm Life

Ive Written so much with my BF lately, that All this adding might just scare off potential readers. Please, even if you dont read up to here, review! Id really like to know if people like my story or not. Thanks sho muchors ^^



And of course, if you like this one... Read some of my others. There not exactly organzied though ^^;



Anyway, enjoy!

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It had made her feel much better the way that Adam always lept to attention when ever she called for him, running up the stairs to grab a book and then out the door with her as swiftly as his long legs could carry him. She smiled up to him when he offered her his arm, which she took in both of her dainty hands,

She had been surprised by the feel of the muscle beneath his shirt, and without realizing it, had begun to idly stroke the crevices between those strong slabs. Sighing in a most content fashion, Lilly walked with him while he chatted, laughing gently and like a lady at his jokes, before spying the tree closest to the training yard, where both Eric and Dirk were close by.

She smoothed her skirts as she seated herself beneath the strong oak, and motioning for him to sit with her, which he did eagerly. She loved his rushed fashion of doing anything she asked, and repaid him by letting her hands return to their position on his arm, with her upper body leaning gently into him, She tired to seem interested as he searched for a poem to read to her, but her eyes were searching elsewhere, wondering if Eric would notice, or even care, that she seemed interested in his Brother.



Completely absorbed with the grace he had been granted, Adam leafed out one of his poems, smoothing the tea-coloured parchment as best as he could, whilst murmuring apologies about the state of it. Glancing sideways at the lovely girl, he began to read, in his clear, defined voice, unashamed of the eloquent words he had plaited together, with all the skill of his self-teachings.

At hand, not more than a stone’s throw from the gigantic oak tree, Eric stood grooming one of the chestnut mares, gliding the bristles of the brush along its glossy flank. He appeared, as he always did, aloof, distant, better than all those around him; yet mingled with the quiet patter of hooves on dust, amongst those glorious animals trotting about him, he almost seemed to be one of them. His grey shirt was open down to his waist, revealing the thick curls of his masculinity spread across the barrel of his chest. Those eyes, so similar to his siblings, yet so different at the same time in the stony, uncompromising beacon, appeared to tame the beasts around him at will, coaxing them towards him, and compelling them to allow his hand to run along their sinuous muscle. Like Adam, he was totally absorbed in his errand, barely glancing up to the melodious tune of his brother’s voice, wishful of the city life, of the bustle and clamour, away from the silence of his isolation in this wilderness. Out of the corner of her eye, she might have glimpsed Dirk, shattering the serene image she had been watching, lifting his fingers to his mouth, and parting the third and fourth, flicking his tongue in a disgusting but mesmerizing fashion between them as he earned her attention. His cocky smile flitted across his features, before he had turned his back on her again, returning his attention to the stallion who refused to be broken.



Although she had been barely listening, it was obvious that Adams lovely poems were something not to be taken for granted. She could tell even in half listening that his words were so lovely, but her eyes could not focus on the page, instead traveled toward the masculine form that was Eric.

He looked like a greek god as he stood there, smoothing down those grand horses, brushing them tenderly with a hand she wished so much he would touch her with. She bit her bottom lip, imagining his strong digits laced around her back, and into her hair when he graced his lips along hers.... She sighed heavily to herself, turning her attention back to Adam dismally, but not before seeing Dirk make a motion she had been a little unsure the meaning of, but eventually it came to her, and she opened her in a completely shocked manner, looking away from him and cuddling closer into Adam.

"Your cousin is completely... Barbaric." she said with a huff, Her eyes raising to Adams softly, allowing herself a moment to take in his image. Truly, he was not someone one just takes for granted... but here she was, doing exactly that. Lilly began to feel a little bit guilty in that moment, and without another thought, rose herself up slightly to give him a small kiss on his clean shaven jaw line.

"Your poems are beautiful Adam.." She complimented, knowing, like all poets, that he just wanted them to be appreciated. "I’m sure were you ever to venture to France with me, the girls would simply fall all over your eloquent words." She said with a light giggle, though her words were not too far from the truth.



Adam’s tirade had dried at the mentioning of the rudimentary attitude of his first cousin, lifting those bewildered orbits to Dirk. By this time of course, Dirk had retracted his lewd gesture, and was busy with his stallion once more. Adam returned his gaze to Lilly, on the verge of querying her remark but stalled at the soft push of her lips against his jaw. Stunned into silence, he listened, enraptured by her words, unable to remove his eyes from her, the surging desire in his heart to kiss her as he had the night previously surfacing like a monster, hellbent on taking whatever it needed. But, as usual, like the courteous and respectful lad he had honed himself to be, he simply smiled, lifting a hand to touch her cheek, stroking it gently, almost nervously as if he was not meant to do such a thing in public. “Fear not Miss. Lilly… my words are dedicated but for you… it matters not that the Parisian women may fall head over heels for my linguistics… for they are bestowed in starlight upon one sole person…” he beamed at her, searching her expression, so blindly infatuated that he was unable to see the traces of guilt born within those hazel escapes. Lost in that moment, something special might have occurred, but suddenly, with a shrill whistle, the two were taken apart, and surprisingly, Eric was waving his elder brother over to him. “I will return Miss. Lilly” he bowed graciously, before hurrying off to Eric, who for some reason or another, had broken their little party up. Those fearsome eyes did not once glance her way, but had he noticed the bonding and resented it, or perhaps this was some childish wish on Lilly’s behalf. In the other pen, Dirk was taking a breather, leaning over the fence towards her again, staring at her. He jerked his head to the side, inviting her over with that infuriatingly debonair grin of his.



Lilly felt hellishly guilty in that moment, gazing deeply into his soft green eyes, lighly peppered with traces of goldish yellow and lighter green, he seemed so handsome to her, that she had let her eyes drift closed, feeling the coarseness of his fingertips on her cheek, and waiting eagerly for his smooth, warm lips to wrap within hers in that delightful way they had the night before.

But she was mistaken, and he had suddenly run off to the calling whistle from Eric's equally pleasing pedals. She glared at him, moreso in frustration, as he did not seem to want her, but prevented her from enjoying a kiss from Adam.... Maybe that meant that he might wish to come between them? She brightened at the thought, trying to coax his emerald eyes upon her... but they never seemed to fall within her graces.

This made Lilly all the more reverberant, and pulling herself up with a growling huff, she stormed over to Dirk, whom seemed to be the only one willing to look at her, and she knew the reasoning behind his attention. She paused before him, pouting and smoothing down her locks, leaning her pert bottom against the wooden planks of the fence with a sigh.

"Oh... Why does Eric not notice me? Does he desire another?" She asked him liberally, and not really expecting an answer while she gazed over her soulder, eyeing the two males as they conversed. She glanced back to Dirk, whom bore a light sheen of sweat along his brow, and lifting her slightly soiled glove, she stroked it from his flesh as he leaned over the fence.

"Am I simply not good enough?" She asked, wishing for Dirk to cheer her up with such a comment.





Lilly reminded Dirk of the spoilt girl which had occupied almost every story he had heard by word of mouth from travelers arriving from the Eastern trails. These rich teenagers thought they owned the world, expected all the lowly peasants to fall over themselves in attempting to gain their attention and affections; just like his cousin was doing now. Dirk’s chiseled chin nestled into his powerful forearms, light, soft hairs brushing his face as he peered out towards the elders of the family. Lilly’s frills and airs, pretences and puerility, seemed to ignite a special desire inside his naturally boiling blood. Her upbringing and evident façade only made him want to prove that this was so; made him want to prove that she was just like all the other women; that underneath all this, she was gagging for it.

“Why would he notice you? You’re already taken up with one of the family, why would he get in the way?” he pointed out a nasty truth, timing her glancing over towards them again to perfection so he could once again, eye the trimmings of her female body more adequately. Although she wore a corset, which helped accentuate her figure, she was fuller than when one first glanced at her. Her buttocks molded against the oak beam in an attractive manner, and the thrust of her breasts was emphasized by the height he had over her, and the positioning of his being behind her. The image was all too powerful, and he felt an adrenaline induced smile flickering across his lips. “What are you trying to do then? Test out each and every one of the family to see who takes your fancy?” His words, once again, pinpointed the truth once again, abrasive, and shameless, eyes dancing across her profile, eyeing her reaction greedily. “You know… it’s always going to come to the same conclusion, you’ll come running back to me.” He determined, leaning an elbow on the rafter, grinning jokingly at her.





Lilly, though feeling as if Dirk may be reading her mind, still huffed in anger. “Must you be such a brute?” she demanded, crossing her arms most unlady- like beneath her breasts, pushing them up all the further on her chest. Her eyes made there way once again across the field to where Adam and Eric were working on something, though she was unsure of exactly what that was. Turning her attention back to the book of poetry that Adam had left in her arms, she smiled, lifting the moth eaten cloth cover to the yellow stained interior… how long has he been writing in this book, such lovely poetry, though amateur, was still able to flow off his tongue better than boys in her school with years of experience. Sighing, she gazed back at dirk, having finished his little ego filled tirade.

“Why shouldn’t I see which one of you strapping young bachelors would treat me best? And as for me coming back to you, Ill have you know your very last on my list” she said with a wry grin, blowing him a kiss and pushing herself off the fence, walking back to the tree to wait for Adam.



Dirk eyed her surreptitiously, watching the pert ride of her buttocks winking cheekily at him as they rolled away. The dazzling azure of his orbits twinkled, as if to say, should she have glanced back at him, that she did not know what she was getting herself into. In denying him once again, she had thrown down the gauntlet, offered a challenge to have him seduce her. Chuckling to himself as he wound the thick coils of rope around his arm, he smirked, returning his attention to the stallion in the pen, who was snorting, pawing at the dusty turf on the far end. The metaphor was blatant, and he couldn’t help but let loose a roar of unbridled laughter as he began to set about taming the beast again.

Adam however, did not return to the tree for very long, red-faced and almost ashamed, as if he had received a rollicking from Eric, who had by this time, set about his business of grooming again. “I’m sorry Ms. Lilly” the dapper youth apologized profusely as he knelt by her side at the tree.

“But my brother has instructed me that I must perform my daily chores at the expense of your illustrious and wonderful company.” He seemed genuinely distressed, sad that they had to break off their romantic encounter. “Keep my book for your own safe reading… and enjoy all the words that have sprouted from my heart… perhaps you shall realize which ones are dedicated to you.” His green-flecked eyes shone as he stood, and hurried away towards the household, after pressing his lips to the back of her satin hand.



She smiled softly to herself, nodding lightly and sighing dantily, having felt so shy and happy in his presence, she wondered to herself should she really need to know if Eric had feelings for her? Biting her bottom lip, she looked across the way, seeing him standing to full height, wiping sweat from his brow lightly as e moved on to grooming one of the other horses. She narrowed her dark makeup slathered eyes, and knowing that if she didn’t find out for sure, it would torment her forever.

Picking up the book in her arms she made haste toward where Eric was working, stopping when she approached him to catch her breath, not wanting to have a hair out of place when she spoke to him. Finally,she stood near him, leaning herself over the edge of the high fence, smiling elegantly down to him.

“Must you really keep me from having any fun at all? Your desperate to have me die of boredom here.” She teased him with an encouraging smile, ruby painted lips pouting playfully toward him.





Lilly’s carefree, friendly demeanour, plunged once again, into the brick wall of Eric’s silence. He hardly offered her a glance, eyes enraptured with the glossy hide he was stroking in counterstrokes with bristly brushes. “Your comfort comes first and foremost in this household as our guest of course…” he began enigmatically, and then stumped her by stalling, and not even deigning to finish the sentence, crossing in front of the noble chestnut mare that was standing placidly under his firm, yet gentle ministrations. Sweat gleamed from his large forearms, thick hairs sprouting from the strong muscle. “Perhaps you would enjoy the evening air more than the rough husk of the noonday sun. The outdoors causes the privileged lady to swoon more often than not.” He traveled onto another tangent, lifting his set expression to her, and staring at her for the first time. In this manner, he resembled the twins, with whom it was always difficult to decipher what they were thinking. “In the evening, I shall escort you around the village on a tour.” He didn’t ask her, he stated it, holding her gaze for one mysterious moment, before returning into the brooding inscrutability that was him.



That massive wall of silence he had always presented her with was as ever present as the horses on the ranch, and she was beginning to think that he merely wished her to just be miserable in his presence, but something seemed to chance his demeanor was he looked up from the furry coat of the horse he had been stroking so adherently, those shocking green eyes meeting with hers, seeming almost hazel standing next to the chestnut coat of the grand beast separating them.

She always felt as if she were just about to swoon when he spoke to her, but managing to keep her composure, that is until his words finally registered in her mind. “A tour?” she repeated, though it was pretty much already to late, and Eric had returned behind his wall of silence. She tried her best not to smile to freely, but nodded, giving a light courtesy. “Of course… Id love to…” she said simply, and beginning to trod off to the house, as he was right, though possibly sarcastic, and the heat of the sun was indeed beginning to make her falter.

Soon enough she was inside the light coolness of the house, where she had seen Adam run off two just moments before. She glanced around for him, but it seemed as if he was nowhere to be found. Humming lightly to herself, she began up the stairs, wondering what the evening would bring, and what piece

of clothing Eric would like to see on her flesh the most.



She had obeyed his order almost instantaneously, skipping indoors in a manner as ladylike as she could muster, the natural air conditioning cooling the invisible beads of perspiration on her flawless skin. It was beyond midday by now, and bizarrely, nobody was in the household. Only this morning, the abode had been teaming with young children, herded around by the maternal figure. But now, they were nowhere to be seen. An unearthly silence had settled around the residence, as if something was not quite right. Presumably, the mother of the home had trotted down the road to purchase some groceries, and taken some of the pint-sized children with her. The others might have been at school, or playing in the enormous expanse of the plains surrounding the town. Yet something didn’t feel right. A noise, faint and easily ignorable to begin with, but progressively began to sound more and more like voices, originating from upstairs. Behind locked doors, something was happening, and the more the silence sunk in around Lilly, the more evident it became what that something was.



Lilly had been surprised that absolutely no one, in such a massive household, was inside at that particular moment, making her want to sneak off to the kitchen and grab something to eat out of the watchful eye of the parents. Even her father, who had most likely gone out with this families sizeable patron, to look about at things which businessmen would fine pleasing… clearly, money, women and alcohol. Grinning to herself, she was about to creep into the kitchen for some delectable treat, when a sort of muffled sound could be heard, something that resembled voices, but at the same time, didn’t seem quite so human at all. Furrowing her brows, Lilly began to walk up the stairs, the voices becoming more and more pronounced the closer she came to the door, which hid these noises behind them. She felt like she was snooping, but her curiosity got the better of her, and before she knew it, she was on her knees, peering into the keyhole of the door, squinting to see what was hidden inside.



The noises sharpened through the thin orifice of the keyhole, and by this time, even with the niggling doubt in her mind, it was evident that she knew what was occurring on the other side of the door. The spy-hole was small, limiting the periphery of her vision to an acute, straightforward angle. To begin with, Lilly might have been confused as to what she was watching, until the corner of a bed became more identifiable. Dainty, obviously female hands were stretched up over the edge, and gripping the bedcovers tightly, jerking to the chorus of her uninhibited cries of pleasure. From the way the stiff oak legs seemed to emit hollow thumps against the floorboards every jostle, it was indicative of just how roughly the girl was being taken. A male voice groaned sadistically. “Beg for it you common whore!” in a less than tender tone, to which the female instantly replied obscenely. “Put it in my mouth, I want it to fill my mouth…” at that point, a pale, white thigh slid across the top of the bed, earning a clasping of one of those painted fingernails on the rigid muscle, and the voice became muffled. As he broke out into a groan of pure pleasure, it became shockingly evident. There were three of them.





Lilly, though was no stranger to the world of sex, was far more than shocked at what she had spied through the keyhole of that room. There was… a woman, voluptuous, large breasts and thighs, what men of such a place longed for in a woman, being taken so desperately by this man, whom Lilly couldn’t see, only his voice, calling to her… but someone else was there, filling the place which the other man and left empty when his member filled the girls mouth. Lilly’s own mouth fell open with shock, her hands going up to cover it, but merely falling upon them with a light caress.

Could this really be happening…? Two of these men, she could barely see anything, were taking this girl in ways and places her mother had always instructed her were completely demonic… and even though they were going to hell, she wanted to go with them. Why could a man not want her in such a way..? And why could she not let them.

Getting closer to the keyhole, she tried desperately to see who these two men were. It couldn’t be Dirk or Eric, she had just left them out in the yard, But no, still they alluded her eyes. She let out a light gasp of her own, hoping they did not hear when she could see one of their faces, contorted in pleasure, as he filled the whores mouth with his essence, something Lilly knew nothing of, pouring over the edges of her mouth as she moaned, still filled with his member.



In releasing, he who had been in her mouth, leant over her was revealed, instinctively thrusting as deep as he could into the confines of her mouth, a soft gag accompanying the neverending, whorish moans that were stifled by the more than adequate appendage that filled it. Nathan’s contorted expression filled her vision, a picturesque scenario of wild pleasure. Pulling from the depths of her mouth, he slapped the sloppy, still erect member all over the girl’s face, watching her lap at it greedily with her tongue, semen covering her face in a manner that was disgustingly satanesque, yet at the same time, deliciously appealing. She continued to rock under the vigorous pounds of the other who was yet to be revealed, begging for more, wiping the seed off with her hands and spreading it over her significantly sized breasts. And then, she saw him, Jason, the other twin, stepping in front of her vision, blocking the view of the abused lady on the bed, and filling it with a pair of rock hard buttocks. With his triceps bunching and jerking rapidly, and the nasty, unheard of insults that poured from his mouth, it was clear that he was doing the same thing that his brother had, releasing his need all over her face, degradingly. And she was loving it, moaning louder, and louder as the soft squelches rung out.



She couldn’t look away, it was entrancing, hypnotic, and filling her vision with something that could clearly, under most southern laws, get them both thrown in jail. This girl, such a complete whore… was getting all of their attentions, making them hers, but at the same time, giving into their every desire, letting them use her body however they wished.

Lilly was still kneeled on the other side of that door, and did not notice, in her intense voyeurism, that the door just down the stairs in the fovea had come open, and slammed behind the entrant lightly. She was much too absorbed in what was going on in that room to think of any of the sounds behind her.

Though slowly the entrant went into the kitchen, long enough for the two boys to gain comfort on the bed, laying beside the lady, reaching over to the side table and pulling out substantial wad of cash. This again shocked her, raising an eyebrow as they tossed a few bills at the girl, whom gathered them up almost pathetically, leaving the two boys with pipes hanging out of their mouthes, and her quickly pulling on her revealing dress.





The brothers lay on the bed, side by side, now completely ignoring the prostitute as she gathered her belongings. The angle from which Lilly was watching the scene playing out before her did not allow her to see the girl’s face, but from the way she was meandering about the room, shoveling cash into her purse, and pulling on her clothing destitutely, it seemed as if she might be feeling pangs of remorse and sadness. Minutes before, she had been the hub of these strapping youth’s desires, and now, once she had served her purpose, was being cast out of the household into the street, to await the summons of the next customer. She spoke to them, in a loud, brazen tone, which veiled any wretchedness she might have been experiencing. “Hope you enjoyed yourself boys, just call me anytime, and you can give me another good time.” She drawled in her saucy Southern accent. The lads puffed away on their tobacco, raising an arm to acknowledge her departure before returning to their discussion, still completely naked. From the top of the stairs, a voice suddenly spoke to her softly. “Miss. Lilly?” Adam had snuck up behind her, wearing a peculiar expression on his features.





Lilly, though lost in her thoughts about what had been happening within that room, and at the same time, feeling rather piteous for the whore which had been so callously tossed out on her backside. She appeared to be almost dressed, and making a move to quickly move herself away from the door, a voice called from behind her, sounding so familiar that nothing could be more detrimental.

Lilly just about fell on her backside, toppling over when Adam called her name from beside her. Hazel green eyes looked up frightened to those lucid greens, biting her bottom lip and quickly pulling herself to her feet.

“Adam! I- Your finished so quickly.” She said flustered, trying to lead him away from the door, but she wasn’t quick enough, opening to reveal The brothers on the bed for a glimpse of a second, then the prostitute, shoving her money between her voluptuous breasts, giving Adam a luscious wink and letting her hand trail on his chest, walking swiftly down the stairs and out the door.

And there she was left. Standing before the flustered Adam, biting her bottom lip, wondering what she was to say to him. “Oh, Adam.. I…” She grasped his hands in hers, eyes gazing up to his with confusion.



A terrible silence floated across the corridor, heavy as the musky smell of sex that had wafted out from the chamber. Adam’s expression was one of total confusion; certainly, he comprehended the duty of the harlot who had recently been employed to fulfill the ludicrously immoral sex drives of his younger siblings, yet to find the lovely lady who had waltzed like starlight into his life, purposely eavesdropping on the sinful act was ultimately confusing. He opened his mouth several times, wracked with incomprehension, visibly struggling to quell the idea that Lilly might have been furtively enjoying the voyeuristic pleasures that had been on exposition for her. Had she simply been curious to the noises that issued from beyond the doorway because she knew nothing of them? Or had she been tempted by the unholy hand of the devil towards the peccadillo which his brothers infused. “I… am… not finished with…my chores.” He managed eventually, his words stumbling over each other, with his eyes riveted upon her piercingly, desperately trying to read her expression to find out the truth. Disappointment welled in his heart, which in turn was suppressed by his natural politeness, and attempts to give her the benefit of the doubt. With that, he nodded courteously to her, although his eyes still exhumed perplexity, and strode past her into his room. The door closed behind him.



Little did Lilly know, she had just tempted the fates by what she peeked at. Not only did the twins now know that she had been looking at them, but Adam… oh, Adam had seen her! She immediately felt terrible guilt well up inside her, feeling her eyes brim with tears, almost spilling as she gripped onto his hands so tightly, as if wordlessly begging forgiveness. But, he seemed unable to grasp that she had been merely looking, but really watching the terrible acts of his brothers.

He took off with a murmur, and with that she sunk to her knees at the top of the stairs, crying into her hands with vigor, desperately wishing she hadn’t been so curious. She sat there, crying for what felt like ages, only giving up when her eyes refused to leak any more tears. Eventually she rose, stumbling outside to the step, which was now bathed in evening sunset, so beautiful, yet all she could do was let out little sobs, wondering if she had just thrown away something so wonderful, a man who treated her so well…

With a sigh, she sat on one of the large deck chairs, heaving her shoulders and curling her legs up to her chest. Was there anything she could do to get him back? It seemed like nothing… she was stained in his eyes, no longer the perfect girl he had thought her to be… and it hurt her more than she thought it ever could.