Not before they reveal each others embarrassing secrets.

There is little to say good priest. There are but a few simple peasants living here, close to the road. Perhaps seven or eight families and a solitary old knight live with the next ten to fifteen miles” Hauna said before wiping the opening of the bottle with the hem of her dress, inadvertently exposing her knees. She took a short pull from the bottle before passing it to her younger sister.

“There is little else to note here, not many take note of us, unless passing through, mush as you are. You, good priest, you have seen much more than we ever have, or perhaps ever will. Hauna looked down at her toes, flexing them and then looked back into Tragg’s eyes At that moment a strong breeze blew across the meadow, and the hem of Hauna’s dress resting just above her knee, shifted, and was pushed back by the wind, exposing her thighs, and for the briefest of instants, the golden triangle of pubic hair covering her virgin pussy.

Tragg was inflamed at the sight, although he turned his head so as to give the impression he’d not seen the girl’s sex before she’d pushed the dress back down to her ankles, her face a bright pink. Amala pulled a large piece of bread from the loaf that Tragg passed to her , and took a small bite, considering the priest.

“You must tell us of what wonders you have seen, as there is nothing to tell about our simple peasant’s life here. I would love to leave the valley, and travel like yourself. “ She sighed wistfully, taking another bite of the bread as her sister passed her the bottle of wine.

“Neither I or my sister have proper suitors, and no prospects. Why, by the time our mother was only sixteen years of age she’d already given birth to the both of us. I have complained to my father, but he does not care, and sees us only as good workers, milk maids, and little else.”

Tragg nodded feigning interest as his eyes traveled every inch of the virgin sisters bodies.

Amala smiled mischievously at her sister, and then leaned forward, giving Tragg a nice view of her cleavage, and whispering confidentially, but not so quietly that her sister, Hauna couldn’t hear..

“My sister and I share the same bed of course, Hauna pines for a man, she spends nearly every night with her hand between her legs, pleasuring herself when she thinks I am asleep. She moans and whimpers as she sticks her fingers inside herself. Is that what you would call proper?” Amala said smiling at the priest and turning her head to gage her older sister’s reaction.

Hauna threw the bread she held in her hand at her sister and lunged at her, pining her to the ground, and grabbing a handful of Amala’s flaxen hair, and jerking hard, as her younger sister wailed in pain, and brought her hands to her head, trying desperately to free herself.

“Why would you tell, the priest such things, Amala?” Hauna screamed.

“Please, stop! What you have said here will be repeated to no one else.” Tragg said as he grabbed both of the sisters by their ankles, and pulled, hoping to separate them.

Amala winced as Hauna tightened her grip. “I told him because you act as though you are my mother, always bossing me, even though we are but two years apart in age. You need to be humbled sister” Tears rolled down Amala’s cheeks, and she stopped struggling with her older sister. Hauna released her, and moved back to where she had been sitting previously.

“Anyway, you do the same thing in the loft of the barn, Amala. I watched you many times” Hauna taunted.

‘This is the natural way of things girls, and the gods I follow do not condem such behavior” Tragg interjected, releasing his grip on the sisters narrow ankles.