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“I know it’s not what you had in mind for the summer holiday, Rosie, but the company is giving me a chance of a lifetime to see the American arm of the business, and says Mum can come with me, it is just too good to pass up,” Paul Johnson said as he smiled at his sixteen-year-old daughter.“Dad’s right, sweetheart, wish we could take you with us, but you don’t have a passport yet and there is no time to get you one,” Sandra Johnson patted her daughter’s hand.Rosie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but also the idea of three weeks without her parents keeping an eye on her was starting to appeal to her.“That’s all right, Mum. I will be fine here on my own.”“Oh, sweetheart, you aren’t going to be on your own. No, we have arranged for you to go and stay with Uncle George and Aunt Mary while we are away,” Sandra said.Rosie’s dream of partying and boys burst like a soap bubble. Three weeks in the wilds of Yorkshire in nineteen sixty was not her idea of fun. She remembered her mother’s sister’s house. Miles from anywhere, a black-and-white television in the small sitting room, and nobody her age to chill with. From memory, the closest café with a jukebox was three miles away.“Mum, Dad, I will be fine here on my own, honestly.”“No, Rosie, sorry, maybe when you are eighteen, but not yet. Mum and I will drive you up there next Saturday.” Rosie knew by the firm look on her father’s face argument would çapa escort be fruitless.*******“So good to see you all again,” Mary greeted them at the door and hugged her sister. “Come in; George will be pleased for the company.Rosie watched her aunt hugging her mother and thought how similar they were, Mary was older by a few years, maybe in her early fifties and with larger breasts, but facially the same.“My, young Rosie, how you have grown, quite the young lady now.” Her Uncle George stood up as they entered the room and after kissing his sister-in-law on the cheek and shaking Paul’s hand came to stand in front of his niece. “Pretty as a picture; have you got a hug for your old uncle?” and took her in his arms.Rosie had always liked her Uncle George, his strong Yorkshire accent and the smell of Old Spice which he habitually wore. She hadn’t seen him for two years, but he looked as trim as ever. Maybe a couple of years older than his wife. Rosie thought maybe it was her imagination, but the hug seemed to go on just a little longer than she would have expected, and his body seemed to press into her a little harder than necessary.“Come with me, Rosie, let me show you your room. I’ve put a portable radio in there; I know you young people like your music,” her aunt said, and picking up Rosie’s case led the way up the stairs to the smaller of the two bedrooms. fındıkzade escort “There you are, dear, I will leave you to unpack while I catch up with your mum.”Rosie looked out of the window at the rolling hills and thought to herself, “Fucking brilliant! Me and a thousand sheep, not a single boy’s cock in sight.” Rosie had been very careful to wait until after her sixteenth birthday before hunting down her first cock and had listened to her mother’s dire warnings of unprotected sex. Fortunately, nature had intervened in the form of heavy period pains, and the family doctor had advised her to go on the Pill. After unpacking, Rosie went to make her way back downstairs. Passing her aunt’s bedroom, Rosie looked in and found herself wondering if she and her husband still fucked. She knew her parents did; many times she had rubbed herself as she heard them in their bedroom. Maybe, she thought, I can get some rubs here if they do.The rest of the day passed with the adults chatting and reminiscing over past times. “Well, we better be going, long drive,” Paul said after a light tea. “Look after our girl, George.”“Oh, you can be sure of that,” George answered and winked at Rosie in a way that, for some reason, sent a shiver through her.“Bedtime, young lady, your uncle has to be at work early tomorrow and us old folk need our bed. I will pop aksaray escort in to say goodnight later. Only one bathroom, I am afraid. So you go and have your bath first, we will come up later,” Mary said as she cleared away the supper things.Rosie lay back in the warm water and gently stroked herself between the legs. She was proud of the fine, soft down that was starting to cover her young pussy, so blond it was difficult to see and at first glance, anyone would think it was completely bald. Her hands went up to her young breasts which were nowhere the size of her mother’s or her aunt’s. But like two small oranges were taking shape, her nipples stood erect under her soapy fingers and she contemplated rubbing off right there and then. No, she thought, save it for bed; never know, there may be some action in the next room to listen to.Finishing her bath, she padded to her room and pulled on a short, thin summer nightie. The evening was far too hot to get under the covers so she stretched out on top. She must have been more tired than she thought because sleep came almost at once. In the middle of a dream, she was vaguely aware of her aunt standing beside the bed looking at her.“You asleep, my love?” Mary whispered, and receiving no answer assumed Rosie was. She stood looking down at the sleeping girl for a couple of minutes before going to the door and in a hushed voice called to her husband. “George, come and look at this sleeping beauty.”Rosie slightly opened her eyes to see her uncle come into the room. He was dressed in a light robe and tiptoed to stand beside his wife.“Look at those beautiful legs, George, make a change from my old ones, don’t they?” Mary whispered.“Think she’s wearing panties?” George breathed the word quietly.
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