Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... to explain what had happened to her or why he had done it. But one look at that money had silenced her just as sure as the day is long. Hulton Brim was hear to stay, and Daisy would just have to learn how to live with him.

In truth, living with him was not so bad--at first. At first he kept a distance. The man seemed utterly devoted to the charts and miniature telescopes he had brought with him in a second bag. Some nights he just stayed up and watched the stars. The view from the countryside is unmatched, unpolluted by smog or dust.

He kept away from Lady (perhaps her underdeveloped body did not interest him) and only spoke to Agatha once per day in the early morning when they ate breakfast at the same table and when, Daisy noted with mute horror, he eyed her body openly.

Ma had seen him looking once, hadn't she? Daisy could have sworn she saw! He had been eyeing her pale breasts (still topless, though she had started wearing a bra while indoors) as he ate a plate of bacon and eggs before washing it down with fresh milk. And Ma had glanced over and seen what he'd seen, had traced his eyes with her eyes.

And she had said nothing.

Thoughts cloudy, Daisy sneaked away one day when she should have been collecting unfertilized eggs from the henhouse with her elder sister. Leaving Lady to do the chores was so unlike her that she wondered if she was becoming a different person.

Down by the planter's fields and away from the hills was a narrow ravine where a ...

... gravelbed had formed long ago and was now awash with the sidewinding river which cut from their neighbors property into and across the 77 Acres and rode it for some nineteen acres before vanishing off into the distance. Here was a special place with crawdads and swirly flies and little fish that nibbled at your toes when you stood in the deep end with your sleeves rolled up. Here was where she and Lady and Lyle had played as children, innocent and fearless in the way that fools often are. Here was where she had hoped to hide.

She poked at the river and swatted the crawdads with their dull red pincers away. She sat on a low-hanging branch offered by a mighty willow and reclined in the shade, mind and heart racing.

She was naked except for her work boots, her breasts hung lower than when they were supported by her bra. Her thighs glistened in the sunlight as droplets of water dried against her cool pale skin. She ran a finger through her brown locks, curling and uncurling, thinking and unthinking the events of the past few days. To think, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday just a few weeks back. She had been happy, happy! to start again now that she was a little older. And she had been looking forward to adulthood so badly... How had things gone so wrong?

She plucked a leaf and crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the river. Daisy watched it float away, then threw another. This one was caught against a stick and did not escape.

"This is a good spot, lots of ...