Snow blankets Picherouil, 1475. Our big house reeks of barley soup and death. Magloire’s corpse stiffens on the dirt floor. We poisoned the useless drunk. Mother Célestine grins. No more beatings. No more grabs at our asses. We’re free. Four women now. Sisters and mom. Power surges in my veins.
Cécilia here, the tall dark one. Fever gone. I stir the pot. Heart pounds. That bastard tried to choke me, rip my nightshirt, shove his limp prick in. Mother bashed his balls with the poker. Now he’s gone. Relief floods me. But heat builds lower. Forbidden whispers tonight.
The Awakening
We eat hearty. Pork lard bubbles. Magloire mutters delirious. Mother confesses. He’s not our dad. Three lovers bred us. We nod. Disparities obvious. My raven hair, tiny perky tits. Armance’s chestnut locks, heavy boobs. Philippine’s red fuzz, flat chest. Relief hits. He’s just a pig parasite. Thumbs down. All agree. Mother doses him datura and aconite. He wheezes last breaths.
Night falls. Philippine beds with mom. Armance and I share the straw mattress. Wide now. Sheets scratch skin. Whispers start. No more forced marriages. No old pricks like Simonin or the tavern drunk. Men for breeding only. Docile tools. Dump ’em after. But a hot cock feels good. Armance sighs. Her Siméon spreads her thighs, sends her soaring. Her hand drifts. Fingers tease her bushy mound. Nipple hardens under nightshirt.
Excitement coils tight. My pussy throbs. I mention Eugène licking my slit. Taught him. Better than Valorine? She admits. We sixty-nine with that slut. Armance gasps. Fingers invade under sheets. Wet cunts pulse. Heat rises. Irresistible. I strip naked. Legs splay wide. Show me, sis. Lick your garden. She begs.
She teases. Shameless whore. But strips too. Straddles my face. Her trimmed pussy lips hover. Sparse black hairs frame pink slit. Juices drip on my lips. I inhale musky tang. Tongue darts out. Lap her folds. Salty sweet nectar floods my mouth.
Her mouth dives between my thighs. Tongue traces my seam. Light at first. Copies me. Swirls inner lips. Sucks my clit hood. It swells. Peeks out fat and long like a mini cock. Her sucks pull it free. Lightning bolts up my spine. I buck. Scream into her drenched bush.
The Act
Fingers plunge. Hers in my hole. Mine in hers. Gushy squelch. Thrust hard. Pace quickens. My thumb probes her ass crack. Presses pucker. She snarls. Fuck yes, shove it in my shithole! Inch slides in. Tight ring grips. She explodes. Body convulses. Cunt clamps my fingers. Squirts honey on my chin.
I shatter next. Clit throbs under her tongue assault. Fingers curl my g-spot. Waves crash. Orgasms chain. Stars burst. Endless bliss. We collapse panting. Share the high.
Calm creeps. She asks about my trim. I clip pubes short. Makes slit visible. Teach you tomorrow. Spoon naked. Skin sticks sweaty. Sleep claims us.
Next room, mom chuckles. Heard our moans. Loves our sisterly sapphic sins. Soon Philippine joins. Poised for her first bleed. Good school for the kid.
Inquisition looms. Inquisitor hunts witches. But castle refuge waits. Comte eyes me. I’ll spread for him. With comtesse. More thrills ahead. Secret safe. Transgression fuels me. No regrets. Pure forbidden fire.