"Ti amo, miá bellá Annie." I said as only a lover could.
"What does that mean older brother?" She asked innocently as she leaned back into my embrace almost drunk on pleasure and satisfaction.
I whispered back slowly with that same tone still in my voice. "It's Italian for I love you, my beautiful Annie."
She never replied to that verbally, but from the side angle I got of her face as I lean over her shoulder from behind, I could see the smile on her face deepen and her cheeks flush red again. She turned around in my arms to face me and gave me a long, sweat kiss on the lips.
When we finally stopped after hearing our parent calling for us, we began heading into the house, wondering how we'd control ourselves in front of them, and how we'd go about keeping any of this our little secret when all we wanted to do was rip each other's clothes off from that point on.....
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Hay is what animals eat - Hey is what people say when they meet.
If I were to try to write a story like this in another language, I'd struggle. In my language I'd struggle. Still, spelling counts.
A promising start
Okay, there were spelling errors and some paragraphs repeated, but the premise and the way the story was written were pretty good overall. As for the fact that on a farm they would have seen animals having sex, I don't think this story was meant to be a documentary, it was just meant to be a little erotic fun, so some dramatic/literary licence is okay. If CtMurphy can straighten out his proofreading but keep going with his descriptions of hot sex, he will be on to somewthing.more...
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