Although I couldn't guess the exact cause of my father's worries, the expression I saw on my father's face as he left, how the excess of emotion caused by the exchange with Ursula had vanished so quickly, confirmed to me that the situation was indeed grave.
After my father and Ursula left the building, I walked out of my hiding place and resumed my walk. Somehow, I felt like I would soon have to say goodbye to this land that I had known all my life.
I had grown up in that house. I knew the fields, the woods, the little streams. I could picture each corner of our property in each season: I knew how the country smelled in the summer months, with the freshly cut grass and the ripe fruit; I knew the colours of autumn, how the leaves turned from green to red and yellow and then brown, and I knew the smell of them rotting under the copious showers that wetted the land; I knew the quiet of the fields covered in snow; and I knew the joy of the first buds as they appeared in spring.
I knew the farms, and the people who lived within them. I knew the older tenants who spent their days shelling beans and carving wood and knitting; I knew the men and the women who tended to the land, and I knew their children. I had seen them all grow up and get old. I had seen them getting married and then burying their parents and then get buried themselves.
All this might one day disappear.
Such were my thoughts when I heard the sound of laughter and of a friendly skirmish. This commotion was coming from near a barn where they kept the hay to feed the animals during the coldest months.
I soon recognised the voices of my brothers. But they weren't alone. I could also discern other voices, and, as I got closer, I saw that they belonged to two young peasant girls.
My brothers were chasing the girls, and the girls were running away, laughing merrily.
'No, no! Stop chasing us!' one of the girls called.
The other girl echoed:
'You scare me so. I beg you masters to leave us to our chores.'
I could tell that this was just a game, and that the two girls would soon tire of running and would allow their chasers to catch them.
My brothers were laughing hard. They had quickly forgotten the design they had been discussing in the morning at the breakfast table, namely to seek employment and to restore the family fortune, which we believed was in danger.
But it is hard for the spoilt and undisciplined mind to change course. Once it is used to leisure and games, it takes a great effort to repudiate laziness and vice, and to reform itself. It is much easier to utter grandiose words and to secretly resume those costumes that, although they are the very cause of our misfortune, have such seductive power over the weak.
My brothers had but a vague idea of the world, and how to sustain themselves in it. Up until then, they had spent their days hunting, playing card games, and, as I had recently discovered, exploring the allures of the gentler sex.
I found shelter behind some plants. From there I could observe the scene.
Armand and Blaise were dressed handsomely. One all in yellow, the other in green. They indeed appeared wealthy, which must have impressed the two young girls that were dressed very simply in the fashion of the local farmers and peasants.
The two girls, whom I vaguely knew, were not much older than eighteen. Both fair, their hair braided behind their heads. Their forms hadn't been yet shaped by hard work or by pregnancy, so their bodies were lithe, youthful, and agile.
Now and then, they eyed the two gentlemen to ensure that they didn't tire of the game. They were indeed an extraordinary prey, who was keen on being hunted and finally caught.
Finally, the girls found themselves with their backs against the wall of the barn. They trembled, trapped at last.
My brothers grinned at each other, advancing towards the girls, roaring like bears, feigning a terrible hunger.
'We're going to eat these pretty doves,' Armand said.
'We will pluck all your feathers…' Blaise added.
'Oh no, good sirs, upon the Virgin Mary and the Holy Sacraments!' one girl cried.
The second one cowered behind the other.
'Hiding will not help you, little bird,' Blaise said, and he jumped on the girls.
Armand too leapt.
The two girls tried to evade their captors, but they were soon caught.
'Oh, my dear friend,' on girls said, 'what will they do to us?'
Armand caught this girl in his arms and kissed her on the mouth.
She laughed and cried out that she was caught.
Blaise wrapped his hands around the other girl, in imitation of his older brother, and began kissing her on the neck and on the top of her small breasts.
'My good sir,' she protested, 'I'm an innocent virgin!'
'If you're innocent, or a virgin, I am the King of Spain!'
The girl laughed at this comment.
The carefree attitude of these four people made me forget for a moment my worries. I too was spoilt and liked to indulge in silliness and easy pleasures.
Armand and Blaise picked up the girls and made them lie on top of a bunch of freshly cut grass.
'How it prickles!' cried one.
'I'll prickle you next,' Blaise said, undoing his trousers.
'Oh, please! Look at the size of it…' the girl said, seeing my brother's penis.
Then, the second girl cried too, for Armand had dropped his trousers too, and was now taking off his waistcoat and his shirt.
'Now your turn, my pretty dove,' Armand said to his girl.
She protested that she would not make it so easy for him. He was a brute; he was knave; he had a big, big dick that was going to hurt her.
So, Armand, jumped on the girl and began to search her.
'Then, I'll have to ruffle your feathers to find what I want,' he joked.
The girl screamed and laughed.
'Oh, how he tickles me!'
Meanwhile, Blaise and his girl were more advanced in their game.
The girl had bared her chest to reveal two small breasts, with lily-white skin and very pink nipples.
Blaise was sucking on one nipple and eagerly fondling the other breast.
The girl was busy caressing his penis. She was eying it with some misapprehension for its size, but also with a mounting eagerness in her eyes.
I spied on Armand and his girl now.
She had lost her clothes and was fully naked.
Armand was contemplating that beautiful body. Her breasts, although small, were a little larger than those of her friend. The nipples were puffy and thick. Also, her figure was a little fuller, so that she appeared softer and more inviting. Her pubes were so fair to appear white.
Armand began kissing her on the mouth, then moved down to the breasts, which he squeezed with great desire.
'Oh!' cried the girl. 'I wish you didn't hurt me so much.'
Then she laughed greatly, indicating that she wished the very contrary to what she had wished.
Emboldened by her behaviour, Armand fondled her tits a little longer, while, at the same time, he began sniffing her armpit.
'Oh, what divine smell!' he said.
'Good sir,' the girl said, 'you are making me get very hot indeed. Why don't you dwell a little lower, as that would give me much contentment?'
My brother guffawed:
'I will take my time!'
And with that, he gave her tit a little bite.
The girl screamed and then laughed once more.
'You're a brute, sir!'
Meanwhile, she was stroking his cock appreciatively. As she did this and as her desire mounted, her legs, that she had kept crossed up to that point, were now well open.
Even from my hiding place, I could see the bright pink lips within the blonde fur. I imagined it to be wet with sweat and the first humours of pleasure.
Armand had not yet dared touched that beautiful treasure chest of Venus.
Blaise had now caught up with his brother.
His girl was fully naked.
Armand was bend over her, kissing her chest and moving lower. He dwelled on her navel, which he licked with great relish.
As he did this, she twisted and turned.
'How it tickles!'
But he insisted, as he was very much attracted to this small detail of her anatomy. He was licking her stomach up and down, and with each stroke he moved lower and lower towards her vulva.
As he did this, she consoled herself by toying with her nipples on her small chest.
Finally, Blaise reached her pussy, which he began to lick with great relish.
The girl laughter ceased quickly. She began panting, and, as her pleasure increased, she gave out some little cries and some longer moans, depending on the stimulation that her lover was giving her.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pleased with how he was acting towards her. Her legs were spread apart to allow an easy access to her most tender parts.
My brother stopped and looked up.
'Does it still tickle?' he asked.
She pushed him back down, so that I could resume that much desire activity without delay.
Armand too was licking his girl, but in a new position I hadn't seen or imagined before.
He was lying on his back, while the girl was lying on top of him. But, while his crotch was against her face, and in fact his dick was firmly lodged in her mouth, her vulva was planted on his mouth, so that he could lick her thoroughly at the same time.
I could see her head bobbing up and down, as she took his dick in her mouth, while his face was hidden by her thighs.
Not a sound was coming from them, until she cried out:
'Ah, my little hole!'
In fact, my brother, as he was licking her pussy, had raised a hand and placed a finger into her asshole.
The girl appeared to push back gently with her back, so that she could facilitate this operation, and quickly resumed her sucking.
Now, Blaise was next to them. He tapped the girl on the shoulder and offered his dick to my brother's girl, who began sucking it, while she kept pleasing Armand with her hand.
I wondered if this change would upset any of the participants, but everybody seemed quite happy to continue in this fashion.
Armand was still lying on his back underneath his girl, being masturbated and, at the same time, still licking.
But now Blaise's girl was licking Armand's girl's behind.
The knot was untied, and now Blaise was standing before Armand's girl, who was on her knees, and was eagerly sucking his dick. At the same time, Armand had taken the other girl by the hand and, after staring at her pretty figure and commenting that she was indeed very beautiful, had lain on the grass and presented his erect cock to her.
Without delay, she sat on it, facing my brother. She held the staff with one hand and slowly accommodated it inside her.
'Oh, how big it is!' she moaned. 'I cannot take it all in…'
In fact, she was moving up and down, but I could see that she had only about half its length inside her.
'My brother has prepared you well,' Armand said. 'I can tell you're very wet already.'
'Yet I struggle to fit it all,' the girl replied.
But soon she had taken it all in and was riding her steed like the most expert of the Amazons.
'Oh, oh, oh!' she was crying out with each movement.
Blaise and his new girl were also copulating noisily, he on top of her, and she with her legs wide apart screaming of pleasure.
'Push it harder. Oh, how you fuck me!' she was saying. 'I am going to cream all over your cock.'
These words seemed to excite my brother, who sped up his pace and was pushing even harder to hear her scream.
The two girls were so close to one another that they could look one another in the eye, and even talk. Now and then, one girl remarked to the other that this was indeed a heavenly pleasure, and that she was being stretched so much but was so horny she wanted more.
Then, the girl who was riding Armand lowered herself. She was moaning so loudly I was sure she was about to come. As if to console herself from this great extasy that was taking over her body, or to muffle her cries that were now loud yelps, she put her lips onto those of Blaise's girl.
The two kissed each other passionately, while my brothers fucked them harder and harder. The girls were reaching out for each other's breasts and squeezed those delicate parts.
Armand lifted the girl who was on top of him, so that his dick would be free of her. Then, I saw the jets of sperm jump out of it.
The girl turned around, so that she could lick up some of the semen that rested on his thighs and stomach, while he resumed his licking of her to make her reach her orgasm, which she presently did with a big cry.
'Oh… Oh… Oh… My fucking lord!'
Blaise's girl came too with as much noise:
'How I'm being fucked! Yes…. Yes… Aaaaaah!'
Then, Blaise crouched upon her face, so that she could lick his testicles, while he masturbated and ejaculated.
The girl stood up, quite confused by the great extasy that he had caused to her. I saw her face fully covered by his semen.
Armand looked up at how his brother had made up this girl and laughed, but the second girl approached her tenderly and licked off all the white liquid, for which she seemed to have a great thirst.
As she did this, Armand caressed her pussy:
'I hope I didn't hurt you too much. It seems such a small opening, now that I look at it.'
'Yes, good sir,' she replied, after swallowing the last drop of semen, 'I enjoyed myself greatly. Can't you see how wet I am?'
I awaited until the four were fully dressed and had left. I spied on my brothers' faces, and I only saw contentment. Obviously, they had relinquished any care for their future to our father and our mother.
Finally, I too left, heading home.
I pondered over the remonstrations that the two girls had made, while they were eager to lie with my brothers. I could see how they had played a game, and how that game had made the whole congress all the more exciting.
My brothers had played the parts of the brutes, while these two girls had played the parts of two virtuous ladies, which, as my narration has shown, they were not.
I noticed how each girl had a preference for certain positions and certain acts, and how these girls also liked one another as much as they liked the men.
Although I was certain that this was contrary to the natural and the divine laws, I too had realised that I could be aroused equally by the thought of a man, as much as I could be by that of a woman.
Oh, how I longed to experience the pleasures I had seen so far! And how troubled I was, once again, at the thought that my security of my family might in jeopardy!