[Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got, and home did trot as fast as he could caper;
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob with vinegar and brown paper.
When Jill came in how she did grin to see Jack's paper plaster;
Mother vexed did whip her next for causing Jack's disaster.]
Jack and Jill did indeed go up the hill to fetch a pail of water. They had been fetching water together for as long as they'd been old enough to carry a bucket.
"Jill, the barrel is almost empty, fetch more water." Mrs. Dobs shouted out the kitchen window.
"Mother, I'm eighteen and that's Billy's chore." Jill whined.
"Well it's not going to fill itself young lady, and your brother is out hunting with your father." Mrs. Dobs chided.
"It's not fair, this is a child's chore." Jill whined as she picked up two buckets.
Jill ran and skipped, empty buckets in hand, towards the Johnson homestead on her way to the community well. The path was well worn and slightly uphill. The nice thing was that when the buckets were full it was a downhill walk. It wasn't unusual to meet her friends along the way.
It was a warm and sunny day. The sky was blue, and the flowers were in bloom. Jill was wearing a thin cotton dress with nothing on underneath. Her bodice was loose, and she enjoyed the coolness of the air as it flowed down between her unbound breasts.
Jack set the pitch fork down and wiped his brow. He'd been unloading hay off the wagon into the barn all morning. He jumped down from the wagon and walked over to the rain barrel at the edge of the barn. He ladled up a drink. As he looked out across the field he could see the Dobs girl carrying two buckets. She was skipping up the path towards him without a care in the world. Her golden braids were bouncing against her breasts as she skipped. She had not seen him, so he continued to stare . Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her steps and were challenging the bodice of her dress to contain them.
Jill glanced over at the Johnson's barn to see if Jack was looking her way. She had seen him jump off the wagon. Her heart skipped a beat, it was impossible for her not to return his stare. His shirt was hanging on the corner post of the wagon and he was getting a drink of water. His broad shoulders and manly chest shined in the sunlight. Her nipples hardened, and she slowed to a walk. She wondered if he'd ever get up the courage to take her in his arms.
*****
In school, Jack had sat directly behind her. He recalled watching her body change from skinny and flat chested to the vision walking towards him. They had played together and even wrestled when they were younger. But when Jill's breasts and hips got bigger she stopped playing with the boys and took up with the older girls. It was about that time when he started fantasizing about her. He enjoyed her flirting and their foolish bantering.
"Well, I see that your mother has gotten some work out of you. I had begun to think your water fetching days had passed." Jack taunted in jest.
"Good morning Sir," She said with more respect than he deserved, while totally ignoring his rude remark.
"My apologies fair Maiden, I am but a humble farm boy." He said bowing at the waist with a smile.
"You owe me no apologies. Does a cow apologize for being a cow; the sun for being so bright and warm; or a pig for wallowing in the mud?" She said with a smirk. She considered herself his equal and always reminded him that she wasn't one to be trifled with. She tugged on the waist of her dress. His gaze had alerted her to the looseness of her bodice.
Jack scooped a ladle of water and offered it to her.
"Thank you." Jill said as she took the ladle from his hand . Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she sipped from the ladle and allowed water to spill between her breasts. The cool water exposed her pokey nipples thru the wet cotton fabric. Jill acted as if she hadn't noticed the tentpole forming in his loose-fitting pants.
"How many trips will it take you to finish your chores?" Jack asked as he adjusted his stance to try and hide the obvious.
"Too many," She said. "But we never count the trips, remember we just sing and skip and walk and talk. Fetching water has always been our chance to be away on our own."
"Jill," He said hesitating as if to say something serious. "I need a break from all this hay, let me help you fetch the water."
Jill knew that he wanted more than to walk with her on a sunny day. She boldly stepped up to him and whispered. "Do your lips want for anything more than water?"
Jack took her in his arms and kissed her softly. Jill pushed her breasts against his bare chest and her thigh against his erection as they kissed.
"Mmmm..." She moaned with pleasure.
In a move that would have been inappropriate a moment ago, Jack boldly pushed the shoulder caps of her dress down to her elbows.
Jill's breasts sprang free and frolicked against his bare chest. She pulled her arms free of her short sleeves, stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. Their mutual excitement was boundless, and Jill was giddy with desire.
Jack moved his hands down and cupped Jill's butt with both hands when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her nakedness through the thin cotton fabric. He scooped her up in his arms and she maintained her grip around his neck. His cock had all but ripped through his pants as her thigh rubbed against it.
*****
"Grab my shirt." He said as he carried her past the corner of the wagon. She snatched it off the post with a free hand while maintaining her grip around his neck. Then he carried her into the barn. He let her down and she stood before him topless and wanting.
