A Peasant Girl – Chapter 5

In winter, Anna had more free time and she used it to learn her letters and numbers. Her father didn’t approve of women in school; he said they were all hags or worse. But he let her learn a little, because the fashion these days was tending more toward the educated girl, and his mind was always on improving her as a match so he could skimp more on her dowry.

When she wasn’t reading or working, Anna and her brother would run off to the barn, where they had set up, in an empty stall, a cozy nest of warm blankets and hay. Vladimir would usually fuck her straight away, as soon as she was naked. He seemed insatiable, and as of yet he hadn’t tired of her as a vessel for his semen. She enjoyed these bouts of carnal pleasure as well, and Vladimir had become so skilled that he was usually able to bring her to orgasm at least once with his rutting.

On a few occasions, Vladimir would fill her with jism, then immediately pull out, dress and leave her by herself. But usually, after completion, they would lie in the warm of each other’s arms, holding each other, sometimes dozing away the long winter hours. On more than a few days the holding turned to petting, then to penetration, and Vladimir was quite proud of his ability to fill his little sister’s belly with his seed twice in a sitting. Once, during a snow storm when even Anna could not be forced to work outside, they spent the day in the barn, and Vladimir fucked her three times, though by the third he was weak and complained that it was too hard for him, so she had to finish him in her mouth.

One afternoon, Vladimir was late in pulling her away to the barn, and Anna lost track of time. When she saw the light fading, she was disappointed; she would have to please herself later under the blankets in bed. But then Vladimir staggered in from the cold. “They say Siberia is bad,” he groaned with a smile. “I can’t see my hands before my face.”

They were alone in the room; Anna’s mother was in the kitchen making supper and her father was napping in his bed. “I was afraid you’d be out all night,” she said coyly.

“Well keep your knickers on because there’s no way we’re going to the barn in this storm,” said Vladimir quietly. “A pity. I am simply dying for a fuck, and your tight little cunt is always the solution. Still…” He paused, deep in thought.

“You can’t mean…”

“Why not? We could be quick, keep most of our clothing on, no one would be the wiser. Father’s sacked out upstairs; it would take a horde of Turks to wake him. And Mother knows to stay in the kitchen. Your bed is right here. Bend over and let me fuck you Anna.”

The two siblings might have been on very good terms at this point, but Vladimir was making this an order, and Anna didn’t hesitate or question. “Very well Vlad, but keep quiet.” She knelt beside her bed and then draped her upper body over it, presenting her pert young buttocks to him. He quickly dropped his trousers, but didn’t remove them, and then hiked up her skirts to gaze for a moment at her tiny pink pussy, which was still tight even after all his fucking.