Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

Little Brat Peeps On: Fiona’s First Time

Book Themes:

Voyeur, Virgin, First Time, Older Man / Younger Woman, Creampie, Peeping, Breeding, and Barely Legal.

Word Count:

6,777

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The farm had always been run by us for as long as I can remember. My ma and pa passed when I was just a baby, and so my oldest sister, Rose, she took over. Then the twins, Mary and Lizzy came of age and they started helping out. Then Fiona, she graduated high school, and you guessed it, she started workin’ on the farm too.

But I wanted something more than that. I wanted to go away to the big city, to see the flashing lights and a city that never sleeps. I wanted to lose myself in a new place, and meet new people. But Rose, she didn’t want that, and neither did any of the others. They were pleadin’ with me not to go away for college.

My grades sure were somethin’, and I always was the teacher’s favourite. Reading far beyond my own level, but our town’s library wasn’t at all big, and there was still so much I wanted to learn.

So I guess we came to a compromise. I’d stay until I turned 19 at least, and help out on the farm. In return, they were gonna hire me someone they called a tutor, which I guess was just a teacher who would be able to teach me in private. From home.

I wasn’t lookin’ forward to it, not at all. It was just somethin’ I was agreeing to to get them all off my back for a little while when I finally decided to take off.

But Mr. Roberts, well... he made me have some second thoughts, I’ll admit.

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The first day Mr. Roberts arrived was a pretty momentous occasion for our sleepy lil’ farm. My sisters never saw a whole lot of men folk in their day to day, and neither did I for that matter. The local school house was run by the church, and so boys and girls were taught in separate halves of the buildin’. Which meant even in our school days, we never had much of a run in with fellas.

But when he first got there, I watched from my upstairs window. There he was, a dapper lookin’ fellow, wearin’ a smart lookin’ suit the likes of which I’d never seen. I’ll admit here and now, my opinion about having a tutor immediately changed. If only a little.

Rose was the one most eager to greet him, though not for the reasons ya might think. She was the boss of the farm, as the oldest, and she had it in her head that she was our protector. And a fella on the farm meant she had some idea that she had to scope him out and make sure he’d be safe to have around.

Even she was a lil’ surprised to see such a fancy lookin’ fella at our door though. Tall, dark and handsome would be the cliché way of puttin’ it. He wasn’t big and burly like the few other local farmers we did encounter, he was lean and fair. With a pair of glasses, though they didn’t make him look dorky or nothin’, lil’ bookish perhaps, but that was okay. I loved my books.

I never heard their first talk, but I could imagine how it went, knowing Rose well enough, and their body language.

She stomped on up, past my three other sisters who were there to greet him first. Rose pushed on up to the front, hair tied back in a ponytail, her old work shirt tied up in front, skin tanned and glistenin’ from a hard mornings work as she stood there in her jeans.

She was welcomin’ him, but layin’ down the rules too. She was big on rules, especially for guests. But while she barked and blustered, I could see Mary and Lizzy talkin’ between each other with masked excitement, eyin’ him up and gigglin’. Then there was Fiona, lookin’ stern as she could manage, though that’s how she always was. I knew beneath it all that she was just as excited for the touch of change, almost as much as me she wanted sometin’ else. Don’t think she ever liked bein’ the “middle child”. Felt she never got enough due.

Which was why when Mr. Roberts started to greetin’ them all, takin’ Fiona’s hand first of all and kissin’ the back of it, I could tell she was smitten. Though the twins weren’t fussed at bein’ second and third place. While Rose would have none of that fancy do!

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My first time meetin’ him came shortly after of course. Well, shorts a relative thing. Rose kept him out there for ages, showin’ him around, impressin’ upon him the importance of his duties to teach me. She could go on a while, I’ll tell you.

I swear, she thought she really was my ma.

But this part of the story ain’t about me and Mr. Roberts, not yet.

My sisters didn’t tend to notice me so much, ‘cause I was quiet and kept to myself. Or so they thought. But truth of the matter was, I was a great listener, and I had a knack for sneakin’ about, keepin’ tabs on what everyone else was doin’. Usually it weren’t nothin’ too interestin’, but with Mr. Roberts on our farm, things took a turn for the interesting, and I wanted to be in on it.

Fiona had changed her clothes since Mr. Roberts first arrived, even though it was only a couple hours later. That weren’t like her at all, but then again, Fiona was a different kinda woman altogether when there was a fella involved I was learnin’.

I knew she had an inklin’ to leave the farm. We’d talked about it in times past, but she never wanted to do it by her lonesome. And she never wanted to do it with me much either. Fact of the matter was, though she’d never admit it, I think she just wanted to meet a fella and move off together.

Seein’ her dolled up in a nice dress as she went out to the guest house confirmed it. She brought a plate with her, holdin’ a lil’ mini cake she’d baked herself to bring to the man as a dessert.

When Mr. Roberts answered the door, his tie was gone, and his collar undone, but the man looked only more handsome still.