A Peasant Girl – Chapter 2

The harvest fair was this week, and Anna was to be allowed to go for the first time. Her brother had offered to take her along with him, and her father, after deciding that showing her off to potential suitors was a good idea, had agreed. Anna was excited; she had wanted to go to the festival and see the sights for as long as she could remember.

Her brother made it clear that he was bringing her along as a reward for being good, so she tried very hard to please him in the days leading up to the fair. She even offered to go put on another show for his friends of her own free will, to prove how good she was. So on Sunday, the one day she had a few minutes of free time, she went again with Vladimir to the distant barn. She did not wear a shift beneath her frock this time, and halfway there her brother stopped her.

“Those pigs can wait,” he said with a grin, pulling her into a nearby copse of trees. “Besides, it’s only fair that I get a little more fun than they do.” Without even telling her to do anything, he pulled her dress over her head. “Lie down and spread your legs Anna,” he said, and she was shocked that he’d called her by her name. She did as she was told. “Now, pull your knees to your chest,” he said approvingly, looking her over with an eye that suggested he was appraising livestock rather than looking at his little sister debasing herself in front of him. She pulled her legs up, feeling her pussy lips spread as she did so, exposing her rear to him.

“You’ve gotten to be such an obedient bitch, Anna,” he said with a laugh as he dropped his trousers and began stroking his manhood. “I wonder if there’s anything I could ask you to do that you’d hesitate.” They sat like that in silence for a while, Vlad furiously jacking off, Anna feeling the hard earth press into the soft flesh of her back and the cool breeze play over her pink opening. Then Vladimir stopped. “It’s not enough,” he said with a sigh. “You aren’t exciting to me any more. Get up.”

He started to pull his trousers back up, but Anna, worried and disappointed, braved a response. “Please brother, I want you to be happy with me. If what I’m doing isn’t enough, surely there’s something I can do that will make it better.”

“Such a good little girl,” he smiled. “Well, I guess we could try something else. Get up and bend over with your rump to me.” She did so, then felt his presence close behind her. “I’ve been wanting to touch you for a long time; I don’t know why I waited, since I could make you do anything I wanted, little sister,” he said.

Then Anna felt his rough hand on her inner thigh, his fingers groping up at her tender space clumsily. They were not skillful hands, she could tell, but she didn’t say anything as her brother began to masturbate again while with his other hand he explored her crotch, feeling her downy hair between his fingers, toying brutally with her sensitive lips.