TVR/Mary Evans/Explanation

"Did you put that in me," you ask.

He laughs as he buttons his trousers up. "What do you think," he says.

It dawns on you that when the animals do that, puppies, calves or foals usually follow. "Does that mean I'm gonna have a baby?"

"Nah. You're too little. I fink I am too, but I liked doing it anyway. I only done it wiv Delilah and one of the dogs before."

You sit up and look at him. He's pretty strong because he has to work on the farm, but he's still only a boy. "You done it wiv Delilah?" You point at the huge horses plodding down the lane, taking the cart full of hay to the barn.

He giggles, and goes a bit red. "Well, I lifted her tail and stuck it in, but I don't fink she even noticed."

A few days later, you are feeding the chickens, when he sticks his head out of the barn door and calls you over. You put the empty bucket down and follow him inside. "What," you say.

The fresh hay is stacked up almost to the roof, and he climbs up the ladder to the top, telling you to follow him. As soon as you get up there, he grabs you and starts tickling. "You wanna do it again," he asks, when he has you pinned down.

The truth is that you've been thinking about it and how nice it felt when he put his fingers in your winkle, but you are still worried about babies. "I dun wanna get a baby," you say.

"I tole you. We're both too young to make babies. You gotta be at least twenty," he says.

You push him off. "Thas not true. Aggie got a baby an she was only thirteen."

He shrugs and his hand is working its way up between your legs towards your private place. "Look. You know how grownup girls get all grouchy every month?"

You nod. "Mummy calls it the curse."

"Yeah. The thing is that it's all part of making babies and girls can't have one 'til that starts." His hand is between your thighs and his thumb is pressing on the sensitive little bump at the top of your slit. "Do you like that," he asks as he moves it round in circles.

You nod. "Can I see your willy?"

He's wearing shorts with nothing underneath and, quick as a flash, he yanks them down to reveal his stiff, pink willy. "You can touch it if you want," he says, hopefully.

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