The summer sun was shining at its highest point. I wiped some sweat off my brow. The spring was painfully far from home, so my mother and I alternate with the water carrying duty. The path there is muddy with a few cobblestones one should be careful not to trip on. I hated coming here. The path always made my skirt dirty, which in turn maddened mother. I looked forward to little brother growing older, so he could share the burden. These past few days father had been busy hunting small game in the forest, so for most of the days it was just us three taking care of the house.
I reached the spring. As much as I disliked coming here, the place itself was beautiful. The spring was surrounded by tall oaks and birds were singing on their branches. The sun glistened back at me from the still water. I dropped the bucket and crouched to peer into the water, where I could see myself looking back at me.
The reflection had long wavy blonde hair and fair white skin. The face was soft and full of curiosity. I lifted a hand to caress my cheek and the reflection followed. It’s as if I was touching her. Next the reflection opened her mouth with a silly face. We giggled together at her jest. She wore a long blue skirt up to the waist, with a loose white shirt covering the rest. The shirt hung down as I hunched over the spring. From inbetween the seams I saw a glimpse of her bosom. They were fully formed, now the size of mother’s, with a pink nipple peeking through.
I quickly stood up and tightened my shirt. Mother would hit me for such indecency. Still, she wasn’t here, and I was interested to see how they looked up front. I glanced around just to ensure myself, but the birds were the only witnesses. I peeked back and unmade the knots. I felt the same thrill as when I grab an extra piece of bread from the kitchen when mother isn’t looking. To keep the shame short, I did it as fast as possible. I put my hands on the collar and pulled the shirt apart just so I could see both of them. The girl was as beautiful as she was indecent. I touched her breasts like I touched mine some nights ago. Her chest was flushed along with her cheeks.
Suddenly, I realised how long I was taking. I tightened my shirt back and grabbed the bucket. Mother was going to be angry, so I better make haste not to push my luck further. I filled the bucket haphazardly and started making my way home. I ran as fast as my skirt allowed me to, whilst avoiding splashing the water. It felt nice to be in the sun again, as the trees had kept the spring under shadows. Wind was howling past me, moving the wildflowers in its rhythm. And sure enough, I lost my footing. I managed to catch my fall without spilling any water, but my knee hit the mud.
I arrived home dirty and sweaty. Mother was hanging laundry outside, little brother accompanying her. I already knew I had disappointed her, and I felt tears forming in my eyes. “Mother, I…”, I started to plead, but she interrupted me with startling compassion. “There there dearie, you better get changed. It would do no good if our clean clothes were made dirty with your mud”, she said with a warm smile. “Papa returned with a deer”, brother announced. Now mother’s good mood made sense. I was exhilirated as well. We would have food for a long time and father would stay at home.
Before changing I went to see him. He was already preparing it on the a table outside. He gave me happy look. “Did you catch anything?” he asked with a grin after noticing my skirt. “Naught but a muddy dress”, I replied. He laughed with a booming voice. “Be a good lass and go help your mother.” I gave him a smile and went inside our cabin. The door creaked as I entered. I went past the fireplace to reach for the ladders. We siblings slept on the wooden platform above the parents’ bed, but the wood of the platform was placed sparsely, so many nights I listened to my parents conversations. Up there I kept my old tunic in a small box.
I removed my shirt and skirt. My hair landed on my now bare breasts, tickling a bit. Looking down I noticed the dark hair growing in between my legs. The hair had grown ever since I started bleeding down there on a monthly basis. By now it had been a good many years, so the hair was quite thick. I wondered why it was a different color from the hair on my head. For a moment, I yearned to see how it would look in the reflection. The thought made me giggle. Would I be so naughty? Regardless, I put on my tunic and went to help mother.
After hanging the laundry I kept company to my brother whilst mother was cooking the meat father prepared. Little brother was keen on playing with sticks, but the looks he gave to the cabin once in a while told me he was just as hungry to taste the stew. Occasionally I helped father by fetching him some tools from the cabin. Each time I gave a good whiff of the stew to describe it to my brother. Finally, she called us in for the meal. By then the sun was setting, and after the meal it was time to go to bed. After getting so full, I had no trouble falling asleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a loud sound of something hitting wood. The cabin was completely quiet, which was unusual as father often snored at night. Was he not asleep? After my eyes adjusted to the dark I looked over at my brother. He was deep in slumber, after all, he almost ate more than me. Silently, I peeked through the wood down on my parents’ bed. They were both under the blanket, but father was on top of mother with his back to me. Mother was looking almost directly at me. I held my breath.
“They didn’t wake up”, father grunted. Mother interrupted him with a soft shush. Her eyes darted around the platform. I leaned away from the gap. I knew to stay quiet. This was their special time together, a celebration for the deer. “Okay”, she whispered. What followed was the sound of a bit of shuffling and a long gasp from mother. I could hear the bed creaking with rhythm. I peeked again.
Now mother had closed her eyes. I could see father’s hips moving underneath the blanket. Mother’s legs were wide open, with one foot outside. The toes were wriggling. I felt myself flushing. My groin felt warm, and as I pressed it against the mattress I felt good. The blanket was covering my bare body, as the summer’s warmth would’ve made sleeping with clothes uncomfortable.
Father increased the pace. This made mother more noisy as she gently lamented with the bed. Father was just breathing heavily. As the pace increased, I shamefully followed, imagining mother’s pleasure. Something in me told me to stop, but the pressure of the mattress made it impossible. By now the blanket covering them had fallen, revealing mother’s breasts moving with the same intensity. Mother wrapped her legs and hands around him now moving her own hips as well.
As they were getting closer signalled by my mother’s moaning intensifying, I could hear father’s member entering her repeatedly. Mother’s insides made squirting noises, as the liquids moved. I could feel how the place on the mattress I was pressuring was getting more wet. The bed was hitting the wall louder and louder, making me afraid of brother waking up. This coupled with me not being able to control my whimpering made me realize I couldn’t finish with them.
Finally, father gave strong grunt and pushed himself the last few times inside her. She let out a quivering cry and hugged him tightly. Her hips were still moving along his member, getting the last pleasures out of him. I leaned back, still in heat. Seeing mother like that reminded me of my reflection. I had an idea. I heard them exchanging kisses and good nights to each other. Now, I just had to wait.
It didn’t take long for the snoring to start, but just to be careful I waited a little longer. Quietly, I slid out from under the blanket and grabbed my tunic. Whilst inching towards the ladder, little brother turned. I froze completely. Him waking up now would be a catastrophe. Excuses ran through my head, but I couldn’t find a reasonable one for me sneaking outside naked. I hurryingly put on my tunic, at least covering my privates.
Brother, however, didn’t wake up. I sighed of relief, and kept inching. The wood of the ladder creaked, so after each step, I paused to ensure no one was aware of me. Finally, I reached to floor. From there it was easy to tiptoe out the door, grabbing my clogs on the way. The air of the night was fresh, but the warmth of the day was still present. Looking upon the sky I saw a beautiful array of stars with a full moon giving light to the land below. I needn’t a lantern tonight.
Walking along the path to the spring I almost lost the reason for my trip, but the wetness in between my legs kept me moving forward. This time I was careful to avoid the stones, as dirtying my only remaining clothes wasn’t an option. Years before I would have been afraid of coming here in the middle of the night, but by now the path was familiar, so much so that it felt like an extension of our farmland. I knew there were no harmful animals in these woods near our home, at least according to father.
The spring was just as calm as it was during the day. Unlike the sun, the moon had risen above the trees, so I had no trouble seeing my reflection in the dark water. I went on a large stone on the shore, and knelt down. From there by bowing a little I could look at the reflection with relative ease. I noticed how my tunic had got quite small for me, as when I knelt down it rose above my knees.
Seeing her again, I almost felt too shy to start. She gave me a reassuring smile as she placed her hand in between her legs. The image of mother moving and panting in pleasure returned to my mind. I wanted to see the reflection like that as well. I pushed through the fabric to where it felt good. The warm feeling of the wool’s pressure rose to my head as I pushed harder. Then I released the pressure only to return it shortly after. I moved my hips against my hand in the same rhythm. I let out a groan to hear if it sounded like mother’s, though the sound made me flush.
My reflection followed. Her other arm was supporting her against the stone, so she could see me better. Her face had a focused expression as she was seeking for the best pleasure. I felt how wet I was getting underneath the tunic. I lowered my hand further down so my fingers could push against my opening. Soon I could feel the liquid on the cloth as I increased the pace a little. I wanted more.
I took off the tunic and let it rest in a clump on the stone. The wind softly caressed inbetween my legs and breasts. The tips had got small and hard. I tried to get an angle to see my full body, but I coudln’t from the stone. I knew it might be foolish, but at this point I was feverish to see it. I took off the clogs and lowered myself in the water.
The water was cold, and I knew not to stay here for too long. I looked down on her. Her waist was narrow but it widened a little at the hips. Her hair covered the nipples. The dark hair above her entrance spread along the outer lips up her mound. The inner lips were swollen a bit with liquid glistened on them. I put my hand on it. The wetness on my fingertips was slippery, so I spread it a bit higher where it felt good to put pressure and move around.
She was completely red from cheeks to chest, which was pounding. The cold had made her pull her belly in so the outlines of the ribs were very visible. Her hand was moving with increasing pace, with her breathing getting more intense. Without thinking, I placed my other hand on my entrance, with the other hand still moving. I placed the tip of my index finger in. I kept it going in and out, every time a bit further. I imagined mother gasping from being entered as I pushed it as deep as I could. The pleasure from both places radiated in my body. My body made sounds as I massaged my insides.
Seeing my reflection panting with her arms squeezing her breasts together as she tried to reach extacy made me lose control. I wanted to push her on the ground and take control of her pleasure. I’d let my fingers enter her repeatedly and she would squirm in response. I would bite her breasts as they bounced like mother’s. At this point I had two fingers inside of me.
Finally, I would mount her and lower my entrance on her’s. My hips would move like father’s as our liquids mixed. The flesh pressed against flesh would make sounds, just like we would let our desire be heard. I pushed against my hands with my hips. I didn’t hold any sound in, as I knew only the spring could hear it. The pleasure came so hard I had to lean down. I saw my reflection with her mouth wide open as if she was ready to scream. I pushed my fingers in one last time and I cried out. As I squeezed against the fingers my legs shook so much that they made ripples in the water, distorting my reflection.
I panted as I released my hand from in between the legs. A bit of my wetness dripped to the water and mixed with my reflection’s. The moon shined upon her still flushed body. I climbed back on land and put on my tunic. I decided not to linger longer, as the sleep I had lost crept back on me. Walking home I felt the liquid oozing on my a thigh and wetting the other as the thighs met. I felt peace with nature and took in the fresh night air.
As I got home I clambered up the ladder without too much worry. At this point I had remembered that I could just say I went to relieve my bladder. Everyone was sleeping heavily though, so I tucked myself in. As I drifted to sleep, I wondered if I could volunteer to carry the water again tomorrow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dg2dap/incestual_voyerism_with_moonlit_autoeroticism_a
That is an adorable
This was pretty good, I did picture that girl from the movie