Autumn had brought a chill to the air although Silas was quite comfortable in his bed. Per the usual routine, he had taken his pleasure of Mary before sending her off to bring him breakfast in bed. She was moving a little slowly and he noticed an ill paleness to her face. Silas had an inkling as to why.
By late August, Mary had been nauseous in the mornings. Silas knew the signs well and was pleased to determine that he had gotten the girl pregnant before she had her first period. It spoke well of his virility. The morning illnesses would pass soon - or at least they usually did. And although Mary wasn't showing yet, Silas figured it wouldn't be long before the evidence of his growing progeny appeared on her thin body.
After that, the loose dress she wore (when she was allowed) would hide her condition from others. Eventually, of course, she would have to go. But for the moment, she was still here and was still in the nude as she brought him his breakfast and served it as he liked. When the last of it was done, he laid back and slapped the bed.
Trembling, Mary climbed on top of him. This was how Silas liked to have her after breakfast and the preteen lowered herself onto the man's erection. Silas enjoyed watching his thick, veined cock disappearing between the bald lips of the girl's cunt. With her tubing still slick from the pre-breakfast coitus, Mary slid down his member and thoroughly impaled her young snatch.
Silas grabbed one of her small breasts, testing it to see if her pregnancy had made it grow. He couldn't detect any progress there or anywhere on her flat belly. But as it was only early October - just two months since he had taken her cherry and replaced it with a regimen of sexual servitude - and the fruit of his labors would bloom soon enough.
Gripping Mary's thin hips, Silas guided her. Mary also used her legs, aiding in her own rape as she was forced to ride the heavy weapon that often bruised her prepubescent twat. The eleven year-old's tiny breasts bounced with her forced motions and Mary helplessly felt her pussy lubricating to the agitation of the thing ripping in and out of it.
Despite being used by her master at least six times a day, the girl still made a close fit around his cock. It meant she wasn't giving it away behind Silas' back but he still considered her a whore anyway. The moist, clinging passage inside the smooth, bulging lips of her vulva was all the proof he needed of that.
Twenty minutes later, Silas came. Mary groaned as she received the steaming jets of punishment inside her unjustly defiled body. Silas took great satisfaction of knowing his seed was washing about his offspring that resided in the whore's womb.
Harvest time was so exciting. Like her brothers and most other children of farmers, Nell was not attending school while the fields were picked. Her father said that harvest was everyone's work and that hard labor made one appreciate the fruits of their success. So Hi, Seb, and Will joined the hired hands in the field. And living to his words, Enos was out there as well.
Nell spent her time in the kitchen with her mother, preparing the huge meals for her father and brothers and the workers for a total of nearly thirty hungry bellies in each sitting. But Nell did not mind at all, thriving on the bustle of the busy time. The only drawback was that neither she nor her brothers had any time to spend in the hayloft. But the harvest didn't last forever.
One day, there was one less man gathered on the porch where most of them gathered to eat. Enos explained that one of the wagons had a bad wheel and one man, Charlie, had volunteered to stay and fix it so the wagon would be ready when everyone returned. Enos had agreed but insisted that Charlie come to get his lunch when he was done.
As everyone was leaving, Charlie was entering the yard.
"I've got that wagon nearly fit to fly, let alone roll, Mr. Henson," Charlie called.
"Careful with what you say, Enos replied as he ruffled Will's hair. "This one may rig some contraption up to make it take wing."
Everyone laughed at the idea of a flying wagon or any such thing - everyone but Will, who looked very thoughtful as he strode next to his father. Nell hoped that if Will ever built such a thing as a flying machine, that he would give her a ride.
Charlie quickly ate his lunch while Evelyn was preparing a stew in the kitchen for the evening meal. Given the opportunity to take a break, Nell sat with Charlie on the porch. When Charlie was finished, he looked about and beckoned to Nell.
"Hey, little girl," he whispered. "How would you like to make a penny?"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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