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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Diablotin
  Relationship:
      Boden_of_Gouge/Meeda, Franek_of_Gouge/Meeda
  Character:
      Boden_of_Gouge, Franek_of_Gouge, Meeda
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Voyeurism, Sex_Education, Fingerfucking, First_Time,
      Brotherhood, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-12-03 Words: 1231
****** Beginner's Luck ******
by Nary
Summary
     Boden had been watching through the hole in the hayloft floor for
     nearly half an hour. His older brother and Meeda the goat herder had
     been going at it every which way, and to be honest, it was getting
     boring.
Boden had been watching through the hole in the hayloft floor for nearly half
an hour. His older brother and Meeda the goat herder had been going at it every
which way, and to be honest, it was getting boring. Well, almost. Now that
Franek had his head down between her legs, things were more interesting, mostly
because Boden couldn't actually see what was going on under her skirts. She
sure seemed to like it, though.
Meeda was a couple years younger than Franek, and pretty in the way that most
of the girls in Gouge were pretty; that is to say, pretty enough. She had rosy
cheeks and curly brown hair, and her nose did a little turn-up at the end. Most
importantly, her titties were big and soft, and she wasn't too picky about who
she showed them to. Boden hadn't had a chance with her, not when she had his
big brother around, but he figured when Franek went off to the big city in a
couple of weeks, it wouldn't be too long before he'd finally get a real good
look at her, not one through the knothole in a half-rotted plank. Her and all
of Franek's other girls would come lining up to him then, saying "Oh Boden,
we're so lonely! Please give us a taste of your big hard cock!" Yeah, that
would be the sweet life.
Speaking of hard cocks, the sounds Meeda was making were getting him pretty
riled up, so his was trying to bust out of his breeches. Listening to his
brother grunting and panting wasn't too thrilling - Void, he'd heard that nigh
on every night from the time he was six or seven - but now she was really
getting going, screaming and cursing. She sounded kind of pissed off, except he
knew she wasn't, because she let Franek keep doing whatever he was doing, and
if she'd been angry, she would've just kicked him in the head and run away.
Boden fumbled with the laces of his breeches and got himself out, taking a few
quick little strokes to get going, then froze. Meeda had stopped her carrying
on, and said "Did you hear something?" Franek mumbled something, sounded like a
"no", but he surely couldn't hear a thing with Meeda's thighs clapped around
his ears and all the noise she was making. But Meeda was looking up toward the
hayloft now, pulling her bodice closed and hauling down her skirts, and Boden
guessed he was busted. "I'm sure someone's up there," she insisted.
"Whoever's up there, get your ass out, now," Franek ordered, then added "And
Boden, if it's you, I swear to the Six I'm going to beat you senseless later."
Shamefaced, Boden peeked over the edge of the loft. "Sorry, Franek," he said.
"I was just, um, sleeping up here when you came in. I didn't hear nothing."
"Horseshit."
"Okay, I maybe heard some things. But I was just tryin' to figure out what you
were doing, honest!"
Meeda laughed, sitting up. "Ain't it cute, Franek? He was just tryin' to figure
out what we were doing, he says! Come on down here, hon, and I'll show you."
Franek glowered as Boden climbed down the ladder. His expression suggested that
the promised beating might still happen, but he just tugged up his breeches and
stepped aside. "I was done anyway," he muttered as his brother passed him and
took his place between Meeda's dimpled knees.
"You really didn't know what we were doing?" she asked, giggling.
"I knew you were fucking," said Boden, wondering if he was supposed to put his
hands on her tits now or wait until she told him he could. "I just meant I
didn't know what Franek was doing under your skirts. I'm not stupid," he added,
just in case she was thinking it.
"Don't believe him," Franek said dryly. "He's thick."
"Mmm, I can see he's as thick as you are," Meeda said with a smirk, flipping
the trailing laces of Boden's breeches with one finger, making the younger
brother blush and the older one snort with laughter. "And I think he was
getting a head-start up there, by the look of him," she added, taking his cock
in her freckled hand and giving it a good, long stroke. "Well, if you want to
learn all about what Franek was doing under my skirts, and you learn real
quick, then maybe I'll let you put this inside me. You'd like that, wouldn't
you?" Boden just nodded, suddenly unable to make his voice work.
She tugged her skirts back up around her hips, letting him get a good close
look at her for the first time. She looked wet and red and complicated, but it
was the kind of complicated he wanted to figure out. "See here?" she said,
pointing at a spot that looked more or less similar to the rest. "You lick
there, and all around, but especially there, and you'll see what all the fuss
is about."
A little dubious, Boden lowered his head to just over the spot she'd indicated.
He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and, very gingerly, licked. It
tasted different than he'd imagined it would, more salty, but he found he could
feel a hard little knot under the skin or something, just where she'd pointed.
He licked a little harder, and she moaned. It wasn't anything near the noises
she'd been making for Franek, but it was definitely something. A few more
strokes of the tongue and she lay back against the blanket that cushioned the
haystack, lifting her hips up to him just a little. Boden, growing bolder,
reached up to grab hold of one of her tits while he lapped at her. It was soft,
but somehow firm too, and filled his hand nicely. She squirmed a bit, but
didn't tell him to stop.
Franek, leaning against the barn wall, watched stoically. "Stick a finger in
her," he advised. "That'll really do the trick."
Boden felt around carefully for the place he should be able to put his finger
(and, Gods willing, something else). It was pretty easy to find, all things
considered, and she took the thick digit with a squeal, bucking her hips
against his face. He started back, surprised, but quickly resumed his tongue-
work, even though his jaw was starting to ache. Now she was sounding a bit more
like she'd done earlier, carrying on like she might have a fit. And then he
thought she was going into a fit, for she stiffened up and shook and cried out,
and he could feel she was shaking inside too.
"That was it," Franek said, "show's over. Boden, lace yourself up."
"But I didn't get to put it in her!"
"Too bad. We're going. Thank you kindly, Meeda," he said, then elbowed his
brother. "Say thank you, dolt."
"Thank you, Meeda," Boden said, only a bit sullenly. He knew that he'd get
another chance pretty damn soon, the way she was eyeing him and smiling.
As they walked back home, Franek patted his little brother - now nearly as tall
as he was - on the shoulder. "You did pretty good, for a first time. Beginner's
luck."
"Nah," said Boden, smiling. "It's like opening a jam jar - you got her loosened
up, I just popped the top off."
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