In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (119) – Naked Visitor

November

 

The Old Grange stands to the north of Pepperstock Green and had survived from the 17th century and it was the home of William and Mary Farnham.

The next generation of the family lived in Abbottsford but the Farnham and the Laslett families, holidayed every summer at the Grange as well as all the significant holidays during the year.

Bernie and Pamela Farnham and their sons Stuart and Cary, Pamela’s sister Cora Laslett and husband Alfie and their daughters Katrina and Elise, all stayed with William and Mary, and the house was perfectly placed for access to the Pepperstock Hills National Park.

 

Cary Farnham was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who now lived in the old family home in Pepperstock Green following the death of his grandparents, and he had it pretty much to himself as his parents were now retired and spent most of their time travelling and his brother Stuart was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday ten years earlier, Cary, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday, at the time, was seduced by his cousin Katrina who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Cary and Katrina were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

 

Cary had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lie in.

He had been invited to a Dinner Dance and a Golf tournament, but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.

What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.

However, he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filled probably, he supposed.

He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was, but he had a fare idea.

So, he just threw on his robe and went quietly downstairs to investigate but as he approached the kitchen, he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Katrina sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked happily pleasuring herself.

Cary didn’t want to embarrass her, so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door, no pun intended.

Katrina of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed when he eventually walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, and she smiled.