The Dulcets were a
collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary,
Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village
beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the
Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of
the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were
playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.
On the last Saturday
before the big day everyone except youngest son Johnny Marshall, had gone into
Abbottsford to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.
Johnny didn’t go
because he was working until lunchtime so when he got home the house was empty.
Before he had lunch,
he went upstairs to change out of his work clothes but when he opened the
bedroom door, he found the room was not empty, and his sixteen-year-old cousin
Chantal Ridings was stood in the middle of his room completely naked wearing
only jewelry, tinsel in her hair and a smile.
Her huge breast hung
like ripe fruit, and her glorious freshly laundered lush hairy bush was on full
display, and Chantal was looking straight at him.
“Er…um…er” he
stuttered, and Chantal laughed, and when she saw him staring at her muff, his
eyes on stalks and mouth wide open her smile widened, but Johnny backed out of
the room and closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen.
About five minutes
later, went he was making himself a sandwich, Chantal appeared in the doorway
wearing a Christmas sweater and leggings.
“Didn’t you like what
you saw?” she asked as she walked towards him smiling
“You know I did” he
replied and turned to face her
“Do you want to see it
again?” Chantal asked
“No” he replied
“Why ever not?” she
asked with not a hint of a smile remaining on her face.
“Because I want to
touch it” he replied, and his hand went inside her leggings
“Oh God that’s so much
better than looking” she purred
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