Romanian Love Story/Chapter I
It was just another day in a small Romanian village. The weather was pleasant and everyone was going about their daily routines. The village was quite old, with an ancient wall still standing in parts surrounding the place, stretching out for over a mile. A broken down house sits up against the far corner of the wall, next to one of the only gates still standing. It's not quite as old as the wall itself, but it's still centuries old. Despite its age, it's still inhabited.
The current residents of this old dwelling are a typical family for the region. The father works, while the mother stays home and minds the children. The whole extended family lives under the one roof, including grandparents and uncles.
Our story beings on a day like any other. The weather is pleasant, the sky is blue, and the children are running amok and ignoring their chores.
Lucia is the oldest sibling at 11 years old. She has jet black hair that reached down past her shoulders and vivid green eyes, with very fair skin and a heavy smattering of freckles all over her body. She had overslept, and was about to rush out of the small room she shared with her siblings. In her haste she collided with her favorite uncle, Grigore, who stood in the open doorway.
"Hey, Lucia. Aren't you supposed to be helping your mother mind the other children?" he asked her.
"Yes, I overslept! I'm going now..." She tried to squeeze past him, but he wouldn't get out of the way.
"Slow down, girl. Wait a moment, your chores can wait. Let me into the room."
Lucia sighed, guessing his intentions. He was her favorite uncle and she liked him quite a lot, but he could be a pest when he was in one of his moods.
"Do I have to..?" she asked with a pout.
"Didn't your mother teach you to respect your elders?" Grigore chided her.
"Yes sir..." Lucia sighed and let him in.
"That's better. Now c'mere." Grigore grabbed one of her arms and toed her back over to the bed she had just left, sitting down on it and pulling her into his lap.
"Who's your favorite uncle?" he asked her with a smile.
"You are, of course Grigore. But mam'ma said-" he cut her off. "Don't worry about that - you'll do what I saw right now, understand?" Grigore put a hand on the young girl's thigh and slipped the other under her shirt.
Lucia sighed again and nodded to her uncle as he felt her up. He leaned in and sniffed her hair. "You smell nice, niece..." he whispered in her ear. The young girl felt his hot breath on her neck.
This was far from the first time he'd done this to her, and she was used to it. It was just his was of showing her how much he liked her, she thought. This was just a bad time for him to be in one of his moods...
Grigore reached further up Lucia's shift and teased her tiny nipples. She could feel her face beginning to flush as he played with her, sliding his other hand up her thigh and under her skirt, until it brushed against the no-nonsense cotton of her plain cotton panties.
Suddenly, a voice from the doorway made them both jump. "Lucia, I told you to go mind your siblings!" her mother scolded her. "Filip and Silvia are making a mess in the barn and bothering the cows! Get going!"
Lucia, her face beet red, hopped off her uncle's lap and raced out the door to do as her mother asked.
"What'd you do that for?" Grigore complained to his sister. "I was just-"
"Oh, I know all too well what you were doing with my daughter, dear brother. And it can wait until AFTER her chores are done. I have a household to run, and I thank you to not make it any harder than it already is. Bedsides, don't you have work to do?"
"Always such the nag, sis..." Grigore rolled his eyes. "I don't know how Marius hasn't died from your nagging by now."
"He appreciates that I hold this family together, unlike you." She walks out of the room in a huff, failing to notice that Lucia had stuck around to hear their argument.
After he mother goes back to the kitchen, Lucia dashes out the nearby door to the garden before Grigore could come out her room and notice that she's still there.
Lucia blinked in the sunlight, shaking her head to clear it after her uncle's manhandling of her. Part of her wished he'd had time to finish... but she had chores to do, and didn't want to make her mother any more angry than she already was at her.
She walks briskly off in the direction of their small barn, nessled up against the old wall a dozen or so meters from the main house. Hearing shout and a loud clanging sound when she gets a bit closer, Lucia turns her brisk walk into an all out sprint.
"What are those idiots up to now..." she mutters to herself. Turning the corner, she yanked on the sliding barn door. A goat blats and dashes out as she opened the door, and her two siblings tumble out of the small barn.
"Hey! What'd you do that for!?" Filip asks, indignantly, hands on his hips. He was 8 years old with curly black hair and brown eyes, his skin already bronzed from his time working in the fields.
"You know better than to rile up the animals!" Lucia scolded him. "Did you even milk the cows like you were supposed to?"
"Of course I milked them!" Filip said in an offended tone. "You wouldn't have been able to sleep through the morning if I hadn't, cuz you'd be able to hear their mooing from across town!"
Now it was Lucia's turn to put her hands on her hips. "Then what were you doing with the goat? You should be in the field helping papa!"
"Don't be mad at him, it's my fault..." Silvia said. "Filip said he could ride the goat, and I said he couldn't do it. He said he could, and I dared him to show me."
Silvia looked a lot like her ma'ma. She was 6 years old with light brown hair that was cropped a few inches down past her ears, green eyes, and a strong chin. Her skin was silky smooth and free of blemishes. 'Someday the boys will be lining up to ask papa's permission to court her.' Lucia thinks to herself.
Lucia's voice softens dealing with her younger sister. "You should know better than to interfere with Filip's chores, Lucia. Did you card the wool from the sheep like ma'ma asked?"
"Yep! Do you want me to go get it?" Silvia asks her big sister who nods. The little girl runs back into the barn. Turning to Filip, Lucia demands "Shouldn't you be in the fields?"
"I'm going princess nag..." Filip rolls his eyes and starts to leave. On his way past his older sister, he gives her a swat on the bottom as hard as he can, then nimbly dodges her retaliation swipe and dashes off into the field.
"Oww! I told you to stop doing that!" Lucia calls after fleeing brother, rubbing her sore rump. Turning back as Silvia returns, she accepts the basket her sister holds out for her inspection.
Lucia goes over the wool, and sees that her sister did satisfactory work. This has been her task when she was Lucia's age, and she had also been the one to teach her how to do it.
"Good job, this is perfect and ready to be spun." Lucia ruffles Silvia's hair. "Why don't you go inside and help ma'ma with the cooking, okay?"
"Yay! Thanks, Lucia!" Silvia gives her big sis a big hug around the waist, then skips off towards the house, humming to herself.
Shaking her head, Lucia heads to the little shed opposite the barn with the basket of wool in toe. Opening the door, she goes inside and starts setting up the spinning wheel.
Her chore, apart from making sure her siblings didn't burn the farm down around them, was to spin the carted into thread for her grandma to weave into cloth that the family sold at market.
Lucia gets to work, spinning the wool quickly and efficiently with the ease of long practice. Several hours pass as she works, finishing up several spools of thread.
She was just about done when a shadow passed over her work. Looking up to see who was blocking the light coming in through the door, Lucia sees her uncle Grigore standing there, watching her.
"I thought I'd find you in here. Looks like you're about done." He says, setting the buckets of water he was carrying.
Stepping inside, he puts his hands under her armpits and lifts her off the stool. "Your ma'ma may have interrupted us earlier, but I can't wait any longer... I've been thinking about you all day."
"C-Can't I at least finish first?" she mumbles.
"Nah, you're almost done. The rest can wait. If you don't get to it today, I'm sure you can catch up tomorrow. Don't pretend you don't enjoy this..."
"I do! That's not what I meant, uncle. Don't be mad at me..."
Turning Lucia to face him, Grigore tilts her head up and kisses her on the lips. "I could never be mad at you, my sweet. Don't even think it!"
Grigore grabs the hem of Lucia's simple work shirt and tugs it off over her head. She hadn't really started to develop much at all yet, so her chest was still perfectly flat. This was a bit of a sore point for Lucia, since all of her friends had started growing breasts over the past year or so. Her uncle would just tell her that she was already beautiful without a bosom, and that did make her feel better.
Grigore teased the girl's little nipples with one finger, causing them to stand at attention. He leaned in and sucked on them, making the young girl gasp from the stimulation.
Cupping her head in one hand, he asked her "Who do you love?"
"Y-You, Grigore. P-Please love me back!" It was the way he'd taught her to respond in this situation, and it always meant the same thing was about to happen...
Grigore spins Lucia around and makes her bend over. The girl rests her hands on a nearby low table, sticking out her butt towards her uncle. Flipping up her skirt, he tugs the girl's panties down a bit to expose her preteen pussy, which was already a little bit wet with anticipation.
Pulling down his trousers, Grigore lines his adult dick up with his niece's little cunny and presses the tip against her slit. "You ready, love?" He asks her warmly.
Lucia nods her head, her long hair bobbing along with her head. Grigore pats her on the back and press down, popping the head of his cock into her little fuck hole.
Lucia moans as her uncle's dick works its way inside her undeveloped cunt. He grabs her ass with both hands and pulls her hips towards him, sinking his man meat all the way inside the little girl's tunnel of love.
"Do you like it when I fuck you, Lucia?" Grigore asks her. "Yes, uncle!" she moans. He slaps her rump and starts thrusting, starting off slow.
Lucia closes her eyes and sighs, focusing on the warm sensation of her uncle's cock stuffing her pussy. The full sensation felt amazing, as did having his big strong hands holding her tightly.
"What do you say, niece?" Grigore demands. "Your uncle is showing you his love..."
"P-Please fuck me hard, uncle." Lucia mumbles, knowing what he expects her to say in response. "B-Breed me like the horses in the fields..."
Grigore pats her on the head and starts pistoning harder. Lucia has to move her hands to press on the wall instead if the table to keep from being plowed face-first into the table.
Her uncle grips the young girl's ass very tightly as he forces his cock deep inside her little womb, fucking her raw at a breakneck pace. Lucia gasps and cums, her eyes rolling up.
Grigore plows into her harder and faster for a good 10 minutes before finally reaching his limit. He grunts explodes inside of her, his dick convulsing and dumping load after load of cum into his niece's little cunny.
Finally he pulls his dick out of her pussy, which now gapes quite a bit after being stuffed with an overlarge cock. "Time to clean up." he tells her.
Lucia turns to face him, her knees trembling after the workout of trying to keep from being plowed into the wall by the intensity of his thrusting. She knows what he expects her to do, and licks his cock clean of their combined cum.
Grigore rubs his little niece's head. "That's my girl! Fuck, your little pussy is so tight, Lucia! I'm the luckiest guy in town." He pulls his pants back up, and with a wave totters out to finish taking the buckets of water into the house.
Chapter II