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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