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If there was one place she could always be found, it was at the river. The water’s edge was usually crowded with woman doing the wash, bathing and the like. But today, with the harvest almost ready to be collected, it was all hands needed to prepare. There was a benefit to being raised herds instead of crops— you were able to make use of the river when no one was around.
And that’s just what Olena was doing— bathing and swimming while the water was warm. She took her time, knowing that she wasn’t going to be interrupted from her bath. The walk to the river from the village was quite a distance, and she doubted that anyone would travel it when there was so much to do.
Naked, she was floating in the slow moving water, picturing what her life could be like. Picturing her and Dima, working the land, raising a family… it was everything they’d dreamed of. When they would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet under their tree, he would whisper promises to her. Promises that her father would one day accept on her behalf. Though she was young, it wasn’t uncommon for marriage to happen soon after her first bleed. And while it hadn’t happened yet, she prayed that it wouldn’t be much longer.
Not much longer until she could be his wife.
She must have spent an hour in the water before she finally got out, pulling on a clean linen dress. Her hands traced the developing curves of her body, resting on her flat chest. While other girls in the village would talk about wishing they had breast, Olena knew that they would come. Dima already cared for her, so she didn’t need more.
Still, perhaps it wouldn’t have been too bad to have a nice round pair like Vira.
She had planned ahead, bringing a wool blanket with her. Waist length red hair brushed and braided, she let the sun soak her skin, drying her hair. As she laid on top of the blanket, her eyes grew heavy. And it wasn’t long before she was asleep.
She wouldn’t have heard the footfall until it was right on top of her— 4 sisters meant that it was easy to sleep through anything.
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If there was one place she could always be found, it was at the river. The water’s edge was usually crowded with woman doing the wash, bathing and the like. But today, with the harvest almost ready to be collected, it was all hands needed to prepare. There was a benefit to being raised herds instead of crops— you were able to make use of the river when no one was around.
And that’s just what Olena was doing— bathing and swimming while the water was warm. She took her time, knowing that she wasn’t going to be interrupted from her bath. The walk to the river from the village was quite a distance, and she doubted that anyone would travel it when there was so much to do.
Naked, she was floating in the slow moving water, picturing what her life could be like. Picturing her and Dima, working the land, raising a family… it was everything they’d dreamed of. When they would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet under their tree, he would whisper promises to her. Promises that her father would one day accept on her behalf. Though she was young, it wasn’t uncommon for marriage to happen soon after her first bleed. And while it hadn’t happened yet, she prayed that it wouldn’t be much longer.
Not much longer until she could be his wife.
She must have spent an hour in the water before she finally got out, pulling on a clean linen dress. Her hands traced the developing curves of her body, resting on her flat chest. While other girls in the village would talk about wishing they had breast, Olena knew that they would come. Dima already cared for her, so she didn’t need more.
Still, perhaps it wouldn’t have been too bad to have a nice round pair like Vira.
She had planned ahead, bringing a wool blanket with her. Waist length red hair brushed and braided, she let the sun soak her skin, drying her hair. As she laid on top of the blanket, her eyes grew heavy. And it wasn’t long before she was asleep.
She wouldn’t have heard the footfall until it was right on top of her— 4 sisters meant that it was easy to sleep through anything.
If there was one place she could always be found, it was at the river. The water’s edge was usually crowded with woman doing the wash, bathing and the like. But today, with the harvest almost ready to be collected, it was all hands needed to prepare. There was a benefit to being raised herds instead of crops— you were able to make use of the river when no one was around.
And that’s just what Olena was doing— bathing and swimming while the water was warm. She took her time, knowing that she wasn’t going to be interrupted from her bath. The walk to the river from the village was quite a distance, and she doubted that anyone would travel it when there was so much to do.
Naked, she was floating in the slow moving water, picturing what her life could be like. Picturing her and Dima, working the land, raising a family… it was everything they’d dreamed of. When they would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet under their tree, he would whisper promises to her. Promises that her father would one day accept on her behalf. Though she was young, it wasn’t uncommon for marriage to happen soon after her first bleed. And while it hadn’t happened yet, she prayed that it wouldn’t be much longer.
Not much longer until she could be his wife.
She must have spent an hour in the water before she finally got out, pulling on a clean linen dress. Her hands traced the developing curves of her body, resting on her flat chest. While other girls in the village would talk about wishing they had breast, Olena knew that they would come. Dima already cared for her, so she didn’t need more.
Still, perhaps it wouldn’t have been too bad to have a nice round pair like Vira.
She had planned ahead, bringing a wool blanket with her. Waist length red hair brushed and braided, she let the sun soak her skin, drying her hair. As she laid on top of the blanket, her eyes grew heavy. And it wasn’t long before she was asleep.
She wouldn’t have heard the footfall until it was right on top of her— 4 sisters meant that it was easy to sleep through anything.
It had been a long day in the fields and at the end of it he felt entirely accomplished. And entirely disgusting. Without much thought the boy had taken off toward the river to feel the cool embrace that was his reward for helping with the harvest, along with having food on the table and all. His family had waved him off with smiles, his brother choosing to remain back with his father and mother for a moment longer before seeking out a bath of his own. Dima sighed in relief at the sight of the water, though he slowed to squint at the familiar figure beneath the tree and grinned.
Olena's habit of sleeping under the tree was endearing and he couldn't resist striding over and giving one of the damp locks of red hair a playful tug to try to wake her from her slumber. Before she could retaliate he was off like a shot, sprinting to the water and throwing himself in clothes and all. It was warm enough that they would dry and he would be in no risk of catching a cold from the brisk winds that occasionally blew through. Gasping at first contact with the water, he turned to see if he was being pursued and waded out until he was chest deep, sitting back to float and grin sheepishly back at her, sorry for disturbing her sleep but more desirous of her attention than he was sorry.
"Harvests done for the day, and you bathed without me. I thought that was going to be my reward for toiling in the fields all day."
The cheeky remark was one meant to be harmless, the way they had always teased each other ever since the decision had been made that they would one day be wed. He hardly knew much of what it meant to be married, or what it entailed, but swimming with her had always been fun, and he would be lying if he hadn't blushed thinking of what she might look like beneath her skirts on occasion.
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It had been a long day in the fields and at the end of it he felt entirely accomplished. And entirely disgusting. Without much thought the boy had taken off toward the river to feel the cool embrace that was his reward for helping with the harvest, along with having food on the table and all. His family had waved him off with smiles, his brother choosing to remain back with his father and mother for a moment longer before seeking out a bath of his own. Dima sighed in relief at the sight of the water, though he slowed to squint at the familiar figure beneath the tree and grinned.
Olena's habit of sleeping under the tree was endearing and he couldn't resist striding over and giving one of the damp locks of red hair a playful tug to try to wake her from her slumber. Before she could retaliate he was off like a shot, sprinting to the water and throwing himself in clothes and all. It was warm enough that they would dry and he would be in no risk of catching a cold from the brisk winds that occasionally blew through. Gasping at first contact with the water, he turned to see if he was being pursued and waded out until he was chest deep, sitting back to float and grin sheepishly back at her, sorry for disturbing her sleep but more desirous of her attention than he was sorry.
"Harvests done for the day, and you bathed without me. I thought that was going to be my reward for toiling in the fields all day."
The cheeky remark was one meant to be harmless, the way they had always teased each other ever since the decision had been made that they would one day be wed. He hardly knew much of what it meant to be married, or what it entailed, but swimming with her had always been fun, and he would be lying if he hadn't blushed thinking of what she might look like beneath her skirts on occasion.
It had been a long day in the fields and at the end of it he felt entirely accomplished. And entirely disgusting. Without much thought the boy had taken off toward the river to feel the cool embrace that was his reward for helping with the harvest, along with having food on the table and all. His family had waved him off with smiles, his brother choosing to remain back with his father and mother for a moment longer before seeking out a bath of his own. Dima sighed in relief at the sight of the water, though he slowed to squint at the familiar figure beneath the tree and grinned.
Olena's habit of sleeping under the tree was endearing and he couldn't resist striding over and giving one of the damp locks of red hair a playful tug to try to wake her from her slumber. Before she could retaliate he was off like a shot, sprinting to the water and throwing himself in clothes and all. It was warm enough that they would dry and he would be in no risk of catching a cold from the brisk winds that occasionally blew through. Gasping at first contact with the water, he turned to see if he was being pursued and waded out until he was chest deep, sitting back to float and grin sheepishly back at her, sorry for disturbing her sleep but more desirous of her attention than he was sorry.
"Harvests done for the day, and you bathed without me. I thought that was going to be my reward for toiling in the fields all day."
The cheeky remark was one meant to be harmless, the way they had always teased each other ever since the decision had been made that they would one day be wed. He hardly knew much of what it meant to be married, or what it entailed, but swimming with her had always been fun, and he would be lying if he hadn't blushed thinking of what she might look like beneath her skirts on occasion.
Olena had been a deep sleeper. Much like most of the boy’s she knew, she could put her hand down on and be asleep within a few minutes. I was a rare talent-- if she could prop herself up against a tree, she could close her eyes and be out. It wasn’t rare that Dima found her sleeping, although he usually was a bit kinder when he woke her.
The hair pulling was a pretty tried and true method.
He loved to tease her, loved to make her feel important. And even when he was picking on her a bit, it was still as if he cared only about her. It was hard for her to be truly mad about the attention, not when she had already planned on spending the rest of her life with him. She sat up fast, almost reaching for the knife she kept in with her things. But the curly hair of her best friend off into the water caused her to huff in frustration. Standing up, she chased after him, up to her shins in the warm water, the bottom of her dress now wet. Her hands were on her hips, glaring at him in the water.
At least he was still in his clothing.
“Some of us have to bring the herd in with the moon. It’s not my fault you have to get up with the sun.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Olena kicked water at him, but he was already too far out to feel it. “Chicken.” She stomped her foot a bit, but was clean and dry and didn’t have any desire to get back into the water at this point.
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Olena had been a deep sleeper. Much like most of the boy’s she knew, she could put her hand down on and be asleep within a few minutes. I was a rare talent-- if she could prop herself up against a tree, she could close her eyes and be out. It wasn’t rare that Dima found her sleeping, although he usually was a bit kinder when he woke her.
The hair pulling was a pretty tried and true method.
He loved to tease her, loved to make her feel important. And even when he was picking on her a bit, it was still as if he cared only about her. It was hard for her to be truly mad about the attention, not when she had already planned on spending the rest of her life with him. She sat up fast, almost reaching for the knife she kept in with her things. But the curly hair of her best friend off into the water caused her to huff in frustration. Standing up, she chased after him, up to her shins in the warm water, the bottom of her dress now wet. Her hands were on her hips, glaring at him in the water.
At least he was still in his clothing.
“Some of us have to bring the herd in with the moon. It’s not my fault you have to get up with the sun.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Olena kicked water at him, but he was already too far out to feel it. “Chicken.” She stomped her foot a bit, but was clean and dry and didn’t have any desire to get back into the water at this point.
Olena had been a deep sleeper. Much like most of the boy’s she knew, she could put her hand down on and be asleep within a few minutes. I was a rare talent-- if she could prop herself up against a tree, she could close her eyes and be out. It wasn’t rare that Dima found her sleeping, although he usually was a bit kinder when he woke her.
The hair pulling was a pretty tried and true method.
He loved to tease her, loved to make her feel important. And even when he was picking on her a bit, it was still as if he cared only about her. It was hard for her to be truly mad about the attention, not when she had already planned on spending the rest of her life with him. She sat up fast, almost reaching for the knife she kept in with her things. But the curly hair of her best friend off into the water caused her to huff in frustration. Standing up, she chased after him, up to her shins in the warm water, the bottom of her dress now wet. Her hands were on her hips, glaring at him in the water.
At least he was still in his clothing.
“Some of us have to bring the herd in with the moon. It’s not my fault you have to get up with the sun.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Olena kicked water at him, but he was already too far out to feel it. “Chicken.” She stomped her foot a bit, but was clean and dry and didn’t have any desire to get back into the water at this point.
As Olena woke and pursued him, Dima scampered off laughing into the depths, banking on the fact that she wouldn't plunge into the river after him in her dry clothes. He grinned cheekily as she stood at the edge of the water, sticking his tongue back out at her before ducking under to soak him entirely, wetting his blonde curls that seemed to grow darker with every summer. His mother lamented frequently that her duckling was shedding his pale yellow down and growing his adult feathers when she ruffled his hair these days. The curls remained but the older he got the darker it seemed they grew.
When he surfaced he spat a stream of water in her direction before swimming in a bit closer now that he was wet enough to not be offended by the splashes she was no doubt going to attempt to throw at him. Slipping his arms out from the sleeves of his shirt, he tugged the heavy wet cloth over his head and threw it to the shore for it to at least start drying before he finished with his time in the water.
"I'm no chicken! You're the one standing on the shore."
He teased and gave a little splash, standing up a bit more in the water without any shyness of his bare chest. They'd grown up together and had been bathing naked together since they were babies in their mothers arms, one day they would be married and then what secrets would there be between them.
"Will you still tend herds when we have a farm? Best get used to waking up early sleepyhead."
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As Olena woke and pursued him, Dima scampered off laughing into the depths, banking on the fact that she wouldn't plunge into the river after him in her dry clothes. He grinned cheekily as she stood at the edge of the water, sticking his tongue back out at her before ducking under to soak him entirely, wetting his blonde curls that seemed to grow darker with every summer. His mother lamented frequently that her duckling was shedding his pale yellow down and growing his adult feathers when she ruffled his hair these days. The curls remained but the older he got the darker it seemed they grew.
When he surfaced he spat a stream of water in her direction before swimming in a bit closer now that he was wet enough to not be offended by the splashes she was no doubt going to attempt to throw at him. Slipping his arms out from the sleeves of his shirt, he tugged the heavy wet cloth over his head and threw it to the shore for it to at least start drying before he finished with his time in the water.
"I'm no chicken! You're the one standing on the shore."
He teased and gave a little splash, standing up a bit more in the water without any shyness of his bare chest. They'd grown up together and had been bathing naked together since they were babies in their mothers arms, one day they would be married and then what secrets would there be between them.
"Will you still tend herds when we have a farm? Best get used to waking up early sleepyhead."
As Olena woke and pursued him, Dima scampered off laughing into the depths, banking on the fact that she wouldn't plunge into the river after him in her dry clothes. He grinned cheekily as she stood at the edge of the water, sticking his tongue back out at her before ducking under to soak him entirely, wetting his blonde curls that seemed to grow darker with every summer. His mother lamented frequently that her duckling was shedding his pale yellow down and growing his adult feathers when she ruffled his hair these days. The curls remained but the older he got the darker it seemed they grew.
When he surfaced he spat a stream of water in her direction before swimming in a bit closer now that he was wet enough to not be offended by the splashes she was no doubt going to attempt to throw at him. Slipping his arms out from the sleeves of his shirt, he tugged the heavy wet cloth over his head and threw it to the shore for it to at least start drying before he finished with his time in the water.
"I'm no chicken! You're the one standing on the shore."
He teased and gave a little splash, standing up a bit more in the water without any shyness of his bare chest. They'd grown up together and had been bathing naked together since they were babies in their mothers arms, one day they would be married and then what secrets would there be between them.
"Will you still tend herds when we have a farm? Best get used to waking up early sleepyhead."
She huffed at the shore, hands still firmly on her hips. It was hard to really tell what was keeping her on the shore. Perhaps it was because of the thoughts she’d been having while sleeping. Thoughts of development and intimacy and future. She knew her cheeks must have been bright red; hopefully he didn’t know the real reason why.
She giggled, turning back to the shore to grab the small ball of handmade soap.
Made from the smallest amount of lye, it was cut with a bit of fat and milk from the sheep to offset the harshness of the lye. Soap was a luxury, but since it came from their own herd, it was one they often had. She took his wet shirt, quickly working the soap into it to get it clean before she rinsed it out, tossing a splash in his direction as she did. Once she was pleased with his clothes now clean and drying, Olena’s clothes were suddenly tossed into a pile with her dirty ones. The splashing only pushed her to join him, the warmth from the sun and the cool water gave her goosebumps, “Only because I don’t want to prune!”
Scented with a bit of lavender, it helped with the sweat and grime. He would just have to deal with the smell it left on his skin. “Come here.” She said as she made her way back into the water. At his side, she handed it to him. “So you can’t stop smelling like the pigs.” She was close to him, a smile gently covering her face.
It was nice to hear him speak of a future, one they were planning together. “I will just make you do any of the work before the sun comes up. And you can go to bed while I manage the herd. But you don’t seem to mind the late nights, else you wouldn’t keep me company most nights.” He always seemed to find her with the herd, always felt the most comfortable talking to her in private, where they would whisper their plans for their life.
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She huffed at the shore, hands still firmly on her hips. It was hard to really tell what was keeping her on the shore. Perhaps it was because of the thoughts she’d been having while sleeping. Thoughts of development and intimacy and future. She knew her cheeks must have been bright red; hopefully he didn’t know the real reason why.
She giggled, turning back to the shore to grab the small ball of handmade soap.
Made from the smallest amount of lye, it was cut with a bit of fat and milk from the sheep to offset the harshness of the lye. Soap was a luxury, but since it came from their own herd, it was one they often had. She took his wet shirt, quickly working the soap into it to get it clean before she rinsed it out, tossing a splash in his direction as she did. Once she was pleased with his clothes now clean and drying, Olena’s clothes were suddenly tossed into a pile with her dirty ones. The splashing only pushed her to join him, the warmth from the sun and the cool water gave her goosebumps, “Only because I don’t want to prune!”
Scented with a bit of lavender, it helped with the sweat and grime. He would just have to deal with the smell it left on his skin. “Come here.” She said as she made her way back into the water. At his side, she handed it to him. “So you can’t stop smelling like the pigs.” She was close to him, a smile gently covering her face.
It was nice to hear him speak of a future, one they were planning together. “I will just make you do any of the work before the sun comes up. And you can go to bed while I manage the herd. But you don’t seem to mind the late nights, else you wouldn’t keep me company most nights.” He always seemed to find her with the herd, always felt the most comfortable talking to her in private, where they would whisper their plans for their life.
She huffed at the shore, hands still firmly on her hips. It was hard to really tell what was keeping her on the shore. Perhaps it was because of the thoughts she’d been having while sleeping. Thoughts of development and intimacy and future. She knew her cheeks must have been bright red; hopefully he didn’t know the real reason why.
She giggled, turning back to the shore to grab the small ball of handmade soap.
Made from the smallest amount of lye, it was cut with a bit of fat and milk from the sheep to offset the harshness of the lye. Soap was a luxury, but since it came from their own herd, it was one they often had. She took his wet shirt, quickly working the soap into it to get it clean before she rinsed it out, tossing a splash in his direction as she did. Once she was pleased with his clothes now clean and drying, Olena’s clothes were suddenly tossed into a pile with her dirty ones. The splashing only pushed her to join him, the warmth from the sun and the cool water gave her goosebumps, “Only because I don’t want to prune!”
Scented with a bit of lavender, it helped with the sweat and grime. He would just have to deal with the smell it left on his skin. “Come here.” She said as she made her way back into the water. At his side, she handed it to him. “So you can’t stop smelling like the pigs.” She was close to him, a smile gently covering her face.
It was nice to hear him speak of a future, one they were planning together. “I will just make you do any of the work before the sun comes up. And you can go to bed while I manage the herd. But you don’t seem to mind the late nights, else you wouldn’t keep me company most nights.” He always seemed to find her with the herd, always felt the most comfortable talking to her in private, where they would whisper their plans for their life.
Watching as she cleaned his shirt, he paddled around a bit to enjoy the cool of the water after the heat of the day, floating in close enough to the shore that his hands could touch the bottom and he could brace himself up out of it enough to carry on the conversation, long legs kicking out behind him. He would never be as tall as Theron, but with any luck he'd still be big enough to carry on working in the fields, and besides this way he was closer down to her instead of towering like the beanpoles in his mother's garden.
He splashed at her a few times with a teasing chuckle before holding his breath and going under once more, letting the river carry him a short distance from the shore before surfacing again and looking around for his friend. Immediately his face flushed red as she splashed towards him, bare as the day she was born. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked before, again ever since they were children it had been the two of them together among all of the other town urchins of their age, but they were growing up, and where before it had been flat as his own her chest had started to show the curves of a bosom.
Dima swam toward her obediently and took the soap, scrubbing at his sun darkened skin where dirt and sweat from the harvest lingered. It gave him something to do and somewhere for his eyes to look.
"I suppose when we live together we might want our time apart, you with the flocks me in the fields. That's what mother says anyway, that when we're out in the field is when she finally gets things done."
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Watching as she cleaned his shirt, he paddled around a bit to enjoy the cool of the water after the heat of the day, floating in close enough to the shore that his hands could touch the bottom and he could brace himself up out of it enough to carry on the conversation, long legs kicking out behind him. He would never be as tall as Theron, but with any luck he'd still be big enough to carry on working in the fields, and besides this way he was closer down to her instead of towering like the beanpoles in his mother's garden.
He splashed at her a few times with a teasing chuckle before holding his breath and going under once more, letting the river carry him a short distance from the shore before surfacing again and looking around for his friend. Immediately his face flushed red as she splashed towards him, bare as the day she was born. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked before, again ever since they were children it had been the two of them together among all of the other town urchins of their age, but they were growing up, and where before it had been flat as his own her chest had started to show the curves of a bosom.
Dima swam toward her obediently and took the soap, scrubbing at his sun darkened skin where dirt and sweat from the harvest lingered. It gave him something to do and somewhere for his eyes to look.
"I suppose when we live together we might want our time apart, you with the flocks me in the fields. That's what mother says anyway, that when we're out in the field is when she finally gets things done."
Watching as she cleaned his shirt, he paddled around a bit to enjoy the cool of the water after the heat of the day, floating in close enough to the shore that his hands could touch the bottom and he could brace himself up out of it enough to carry on the conversation, long legs kicking out behind him. He would never be as tall as Theron, but with any luck he'd still be big enough to carry on working in the fields, and besides this way he was closer down to her instead of towering like the beanpoles in his mother's garden.
He splashed at her a few times with a teasing chuckle before holding his breath and going under once more, letting the river carry him a short distance from the shore before surfacing again and looking around for his friend. Immediately his face flushed red as she splashed towards him, bare as the day she was born. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked before, again ever since they were children it had been the two of them together among all of the other town urchins of their age, but they were growing up, and where before it had been flat as his own her chest had started to show the curves of a bosom.
Dima swam toward her obediently and took the soap, scrubbing at his sun darkened skin where dirt and sweat from the harvest lingered. It gave him something to do and somewhere for his eyes to look.
"I suppose when we live together we might want our time apart, you with the flocks me in the fields. That's what mother says anyway, that when we're out in the field is when she finally gets things done."
The changes between the two had been noticeable. He was no longer a stick, the muscles of hard work becoming more and more lean as he seemed to grow. Dima was growing hard, as her father told her all men to. His voice had changed, and she was sure that he was starting to grow hair in places he’d never had before. With her first bleeding, she seemed to get softer. Her hips become more round, cutting her figure into the shape of a woman. She was still fairly flat chested, but she was starting to get breasts.
It was only a matter of time before they were fit to be married.
Letting him wash, she laughed. “Perhaps your mother and father don’t love each other anymore. But I can stand you enough to be with you as much as I can.” Plucking the soap from his hands, she moved to his back, carefully scrubbing the flesh there. The muscles moved as she did, and her touch lingered a bit on the tanned surface. She sighed, pushing him under the water to try and distract herself from her own thoughts.
When he resurfaced, she laid back in the water, allowing her body to float in the stagnant water. “Maybe when we’ve been married as long as they have, I will feel the same. But now, I miss you too much not to spend as much time with you as I can.” she admitted, staring up at the overcast sky. Maybe he didn’t hear it, she hoped. Admitting her feelings was always hard for her, but when it was just the two of them, she didn’t seem to mind.
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The changes between the two had been noticeable. He was no longer a stick, the muscles of hard work becoming more and more lean as he seemed to grow. Dima was growing hard, as her father told her all men to. His voice had changed, and she was sure that he was starting to grow hair in places he’d never had before. With her first bleeding, she seemed to get softer. Her hips become more round, cutting her figure into the shape of a woman. She was still fairly flat chested, but she was starting to get breasts.
It was only a matter of time before they were fit to be married.
Letting him wash, she laughed. “Perhaps your mother and father don’t love each other anymore. But I can stand you enough to be with you as much as I can.” Plucking the soap from his hands, she moved to his back, carefully scrubbing the flesh there. The muscles moved as she did, and her touch lingered a bit on the tanned surface. She sighed, pushing him under the water to try and distract herself from her own thoughts.
When he resurfaced, she laid back in the water, allowing her body to float in the stagnant water. “Maybe when we’ve been married as long as they have, I will feel the same. But now, I miss you too much not to spend as much time with you as I can.” she admitted, staring up at the overcast sky. Maybe he didn’t hear it, she hoped. Admitting her feelings was always hard for her, but when it was just the two of them, she didn’t seem to mind.
The changes between the two had been noticeable. He was no longer a stick, the muscles of hard work becoming more and more lean as he seemed to grow. Dima was growing hard, as her father told her all men to. His voice had changed, and she was sure that he was starting to grow hair in places he’d never had before. With her first bleeding, she seemed to get softer. Her hips become more round, cutting her figure into the shape of a woman. She was still fairly flat chested, but she was starting to get breasts.
It was only a matter of time before they were fit to be married.
Letting him wash, she laughed. “Perhaps your mother and father don’t love each other anymore. But I can stand you enough to be with you as much as I can.” Plucking the soap from his hands, she moved to his back, carefully scrubbing the flesh there. The muscles moved as she did, and her touch lingered a bit on the tanned surface. She sighed, pushing him under the water to try and distract herself from her own thoughts.
When he resurfaced, she laid back in the water, allowing her body to float in the stagnant water. “Maybe when we’ve been married as long as they have, I will feel the same. But now, I miss you too much not to spend as much time with you as I can.” she admitted, staring up at the overcast sky. Maybe he didn’t hear it, she hoped. Admitting her feelings was always hard for her, but when it was just the two of them, she didn’t seem to mind.
"I think they do, only when you're as old as them it might be weary to be always together. Or perhaps they get distracted by their love and that's why nothing gets done until he leaves."
Helpfully offering up suggestions, Dima focused on keeping his eyes on her face. He smiled as she took the soap, allowing her to scrub at him to her own standards, closing his eyes and relaxing into her touch while trying not to focus on how much her fingers lingered on his bare skin. Any daydreams he might have been falling into were cut short as she shoved him under the water. Caught off guard he gave a yelp as he went under, spluttering and shaking his head like a wet dog as he surfaced, tossing a look in her direction that said he would get back at her.
"I miss you too...ever so much. Less when you try to drown me though."
Less cautious now, Dima reached out and grabbed just above her knees to shove her under the water in retaliation for his prior dunking. Grinning and proud of himself, he moved to place his hands underneath her back to bring her back up, standing upright to her horizontal and beaming down at her. She had freckles on her nose and he nearly got caught up in trying to count them before he realized how close to her face he was. Catching his breath, he stopped his count and instead let the wave of boldness take over, pressing his lips to hers in an imitation of the many kisses he'd seen between others.
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"I think they do, only when you're as old as them it might be weary to be always together. Or perhaps they get distracted by their love and that's why nothing gets done until he leaves."
Helpfully offering up suggestions, Dima focused on keeping his eyes on her face. He smiled as she took the soap, allowing her to scrub at him to her own standards, closing his eyes and relaxing into her touch while trying not to focus on how much her fingers lingered on his bare skin. Any daydreams he might have been falling into were cut short as she shoved him under the water. Caught off guard he gave a yelp as he went under, spluttering and shaking his head like a wet dog as he surfaced, tossing a look in her direction that said he would get back at her.
"I miss you too...ever so much. Less when you try to drown me though."
Less cautious now, Dima reached out and grabbed just above her knees to shove her under the water in retaliation for his prior dunking. Grinning and proud of himself, he moved to place his hands underneath her back to bring her back up, standing upright to her horizontal and beaming down at her. She had freckles on her nose and he nearly got caught up in trying to count them before he realized how close to her face he was. Catching his breath, he stopped his count and instead let the wave of boldness take over, pressing his lips to hers in an imitation of the many kisses he'd seen between others.
"I think they do, only when you're as old as them it might be weary to be always together. Or perhaps they get distracted by their love and that's why nothing gets done until he leaves."
Helpfully offering up suggestions, Dima focused on keeping his eyes on her face. He smiled as she took the soap, allowing her to scrub at him to her own standards, closing his eyes and relaxing into her touch while trying not to focus on how much her fingers lingered on his bare skin. Any daydreams he might have been falling into were cut short as she shoved him under the water. Caught off guard he gave a yelp as he went under, spluttering and shaking his head like a wet dog as he surfaced, tossing a look in her direction that said he would get back at her.
"I miss you too...ever so much. Less when you try to drown me though."
Less cautious now, Dima reached out and grabbed just above her knees to shove her under the water in retaliation for his prior dunking. Grinning and proud of himself, he moved to place his hands underneath her back to bring her back up, standing upright to her horizontal and beaming down at her. She had freckles on her nose and he nearly got caught up in trying to count them before he realized how close to her face he was. Catching his breath, he stopped his count and instead let the wave of boldness take over, pressing his lips to hers in an imitation of the many kisses he'd seen between others.
Olena could see it. Her own parents were ridiculously affectionate, even after 22 years of marriage. She would catch them teasing each other, giggling like children at jokes and poking fun at each other. While her father would bring trinkets to her, she would take care to make his favorite meals. At night, they would sit across from each other, rubbing the feet of the person they loved most. It was the small acts like that Olena wished for, in the dark of night. She wanted a husband who showed those small, little gestures as regularly as her parents did.
Once, she had accidentally caught her parents making love. They never saw her, and she’d been too embarrassed to watch, but it made her curious about the act, about how it would feel. Her sisters, mostly married, didn’t dare tell her, laughing at her childish questions. But now, after slowly cleaning his back, she wondered just he it would work.
Would they fit?
Would they laugh like her parent had, the joy in the act so obvious?
Had she been paying attention, she would have heard him. He must have known she was in her own little world. She was caught off guard by his dunking, and came up sputtering a bit as she did. But she suddenly forgot that she was mad. His face, was it getting closer? Her eyebrow raised just as his lips found hers. The sensation of falling, wholly different, surrounded her. His lips were warm and soft, and he smelt like hard work and soap. She didn’t have much to hold onto, one hand holding onto his bicep to ground herself. Her eyes closed, and suddenly, Olena could understand what her sister had whispered to her.
That your first kiss would make you melt like butter in the sun. And you would only want more.
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Olena could see it. Her own parents were ridiculously affectionate, even after 22 years of marriage. She would catch them teasing each other, giggling like children at jokes and poking fun at each other. While her father would bring trinkets to her, she would take care to make his favorite meals. At night, they would sit across from each other, rubbing the feet of the person they loved most. It was the small acts like that Olena wished for, in the dark of night. She wanted a husband who showed those small, little gestures as regularly as her parents did.
Once, she had accidentally caught her parents making love. They never saw her, and she’d been too embarrassed to watch, but it made her curious about the act, about how it would feel. Her sisters, mostly married, didn’t dare tell her, laughing at her childish questions. But now, after slowly cleaning his back, she wondered just he it would work.
Would they fit?
Would they laugh like her parent had, the joy in the act so obvious?
Had she been paying attention, she would have heard him. He must have known she was in her own little world. She was caught off guard by his dunking, and came up sputtering a bit as she did. But she suddenly forgot that she was mad. His face, was it getting closer? Her eyebrow raised just as his lips found hers. The sensation of falling, wholly different, surrounded her. His lips were warm and soft, and he smelt like hard work and soap. She didn’t have much to hold onto, one hand holding onto his bicep to ground herself. Her eyes closed, and suddenly, Olena could understand what her sister had whispered to her.
That your first kiss would make you melt like butter in the sun. And you would only want more.
Olena could see it. Her own parents were ridiculously affectionate, even after 22 years of marriage. She would catch them teasing each other, giggling like children at jokes and poking fun at each other. While her father would bring trinkets to her, she would take care to make his favorite meals. At night, they would sit across from each other, rubbing the feet of the person they loved most. It was the small acts like that Olena wished for, in the dark of night. She wanted a husband who showed those small, little gestures as regularly as her parents did.
Once, she had accidentally caught her parents making love. They never saw her, and she’d been too embarrassed to watch, but it made her curious about the act, about how it would feel. Her sisters, mostly married, didn’t dare tell her, laughing at her childish questions. But now, after slowly cleaning his back, she wondered just he it would work.
Would they fit?
Would they laugh like her parent had, the joy in the act so obvious?
Had she been paying attention, she would have heard him. He must have known she was in her own little world. She was caught off guard by his dunking, and came up sputtering a bit as she did. But she suddenly forgot that she was mad. His face, was it getting closer? Her eyebrow raised just as his lips found hers. The sensation of falling, wholly different, surrounded her. His lips were warm and soft, and he smelt like hard work and soap. She didn’t have much to hold onto, one hand holding onto his bicep to ground herself. Her eyes closed, and suddenly, Olena could understand what her sister had whispered to her.
That your first kiss would make you melt like butter in the sun. And you would only want more.
