Pastoral life on the fjord appealed greatly to 18 year-old Anya Erickson. The small farm was hard work to manage, but not more than the three men could handle, with her help of course. She did all the cooking, since her mothers tragic death, and had regular chores.
In the barn, Anya got a stainless steel pail, and the little stool ready to milk the cow. She settled under the cow's belly and felt along the swollen udder, until her fingers closed around one dangling teat. As she manuipulated and pulled rythmically, squirts of milk shot into the pail. It was just like making the men squirt she thought abstractly, and felt her body responding, becoming aroused at the slightest suggestion of sex.
At lunchtime her father and brothers came in from the field. She had prepared a noodle soup with crusty bread and goat cheese for the men. It was deeply satisfying for her to care for them. Lars and Hans joked with one another easily, while her father stoically spooned his soup.
"It's good?" Anya smiled.
The men all made noises of approval, and their eyes were shiny with appreciation.
"Delicious Anya." said her father quietly.
She greedily absorbed this most perfect praise from her father.
After lunch, the men went back out to the potato field, and Anya cleaned up after them. As the afternoon progressed she found that her body was anticipating the illicit sexual pleasures that had become a nightly matter of course in the small family. Her temperature became slightly elevated, and her breasts ached to be released from their sturdy halter. A steady moisture was building in her vagina. She couldn't help but think of Lar's hard naked body, and his long erect penis.
At sunset the men came in and washed. She had prepared a potato leek soup and some fresh crusty-bread with goat cheese. As they sat down to eat she hovered over them.
"It's good?" she wanted to know.
"Delicious Anya." said her father.
She looks angelic in this light, he noted.
The setting sun cast a rosy glow off her youthful features and made shimmering streamers in her yellow hair. She moved with such grace and ease around the table, swaying at the hips, the generous bustline holding firm to her slim torso, long strong legs carrying her effortlessy. He knew she was fucking the boys.
Finished with supper, they settled in the great room. Lars and Hans were studying a boat-building book, and her father was whittling some wooden coat pegs. Anya announced she would take her bath. None of the men took overt notice, but Anya was aware of the quick surreptitious glance from each of them. For a moment her eyes locked with Lar's and she paused for a moment in the doorway, showing him her profile.
After filling the tub, she added some scented bath oil and eased herself in slowly. The water was very hot. She leaned her head back and let the heat suffuse through her body. Then there was a gentle tap at the door.
"Anya?" a voice called softly. "Anya, can I come in?"
"I'm taking a bath," she called through the door.
The door was opening.
"I know," said the voice, "but could I come in anyway?"
Lars poked his smiling face around the door and she smiled back at him. There was no need to be embarassed now anyway. His eyes dropped to her large wet soapy breasts.
"My God Anya... you are gorgeous!" he said quietly as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Of course she knew what he wanted, and it aroused her too. Her eyes caught the swell in his trousers. He came to the side of the tub and reached down to feel one of his sisters warm slippery breasts, her nipple immeadiately distended and with a smile he squeezed it tenderly. His other hand went to his pants, and when he had unbuckled himself, the long fleshy tube of his tumescent cock hung in her face. As he massaged her tits and petted her head, his erection grew before her eyes, until the organ was thick and stiff in her face. She felt complimented by his erection.
With a smiling flush she let a warm wet hand come up to feel along his muscular thigh, and slip beneath to cup his testicles in her palm. It was clear he wanted her to suck him. She leaned toward him and opened her mouth, letting the hot spongy head of his penis slip between her lips. He swooned and groaned in relief, stroking her hair lovingly as the tip of her tongue licked the tip of his cock. He felt down her stomach, past her flexing pelvis to the soft curly hair of her pubis, where his finger found the slice of her sex. As he touched the bead of her clitoris she opened her thighs and he ejaculated into her mouth with a wild grunt, collapsing against the wall.
She let his sperm fill her mouth, milking him with one hand as she sucked, just like the cow she realized, only she was the pail. When he was done she nipped playfully at the tender penis and he pulled away from her with a satisfied grin.
"Thanks Anya," he said breathlessly.
