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 The summer of my seventeenth year, my family - my mother, father and two
sisters - rented a cottage in England.  That summer, all of our lives, mine
in particular, were changed forever.

   Chapter 2 mf inc

   So, because I already told you I was sitting on a plane, you know how
the conversation went the next morning.  It was explained to me that my
mother - who had given up her academic aspirations to parent us - had been
over the moon with the letter announcing her scholarship, until her eldest
child crapped all over everything.

   There was a family meeting, a heart-felt apology and I resigned myself
to living in a thatched hut staring out at the rain all summer long. 
During the long flight (in coach - it wasn't THAT much of a scholarship), I
did my best to try to sleep.  Now that I was just over six feet however,
there didn't seem to be any way to get comfortable, so I just tossed and
turned in my seat for hours.

   I was left with a lot of time to think about what might be - maybe this
wouldn't be so bad, I thought.  Maybe the English girls would be less,
well, restrictive in their thoughts on sex.  After all, I had a chance to
remake myself, at least for the summer, into whatever kind of boy I wanted.
No one in England knew me as "husky Ian, the band geek." My shoulders and
arms were downright muscular, I had the beginnings of a six-pack on my
stomach (instead of a pony keg), and physically anyway, I'd never felt
better.  This might be pretty good, I thought to myself.  Maybe there will
be a neighbor, with some really cool accent who will think that my American
- no, my CALIFORNIAN accent is the neatest thing they've ever heard and
they'll just flop over legs apart in the nearest hayloft to relieve me of
my hated virginity.

   As I looked out at the lightening sky, I felt my cock harden as I
thought about this mystery girl, who in my daydream looked remarkably like
my sister Ariel, unbuttoning her top to reveal two, magnificent, firm,
braless breasts.  I would bury my nose between them as she ran her hands
down my naked chest (where did my shirt go?) and fumble with the belt on my
jeans.  In my daydream, my cock seemed a lot bigger than it's 5 ½ erect
inches (yes, guys measure their johnsons - all of us - don't believe anyone
that says they haven't).  In my dream, her buttoned top became a buttoned
dress and not only was she without a brassiere, she had no panties on
either.  Her blonde hair was spread around her head as she grabbed my
massive erection and rubbed the head of my cock against her soft, wet pussy
lips.

   In my seat, I adjusted myself so that my hard-on found room to stretch
out and as I did so, saw Melinda (who had been asleep in the seat next to
me) staring right at my crotch, where my erection was painfully obvious. 
"Gross.  Stop playing with yourself, you pervert," she said - in a tone low
enough that the whole plane didn't hear, thankfully.

   I gave her my standard reply.  "Shut up, twerp," I said, pulled the
blanket up to cover myself and looked back out the window as my cheeks
burned.  The mystery English girl in my head had disappeared.  Just the
beginning of a summer with no privacy, I thought, I'll probably simply
explode in a tidal wave of sperm about the middle of August.

   By the time we cleared customs at Heathrow and hauled our mountain of
bags to the curb, it was probably nine in the morning.  Then, after
wrestling the bags on and off the rental car shuttle bus, we loaded them
one more time into the strange looking minivan that my father had rented
for the summer.  After much consultation with maps and two conversations
with the very polite older English lady at the counter, we set off
northwest on the M40, then on increasingly smaller "A", the "B" roads that
led to our cottage in the Cotswolds town of, I kid you not, Upper
Oddington.

   I had to admit, I wasn't expecting it to be so green and beautiful.  I'm
not sure why I was surprised, maybe because I'd lived in parched Southern
California all my life, but I was blown away by the rolling green hills
dotted with sheep and cows, pretty little villages made of honey-colored
stone.  I remember thinking that this might not be so bad after all. 
Finally, we arrived in the gravel courtyard of what looked like a farm.  It
was just about two in the afternoon by this point and we were all
completely exhausted.  As we climbed out of the car, a young, tanned farmer
kind of guy, complete with rubber boots, came around the side of one of the
buildings, smiling and holding out his hand to my Dad.

   "Mr.  Paddington?" he asked.

   "Sean, Sean Paddington.  I take it you are Seth Leofric?" my Dad asked
back.

   "None other, your host and neighbor!" He looked expectantly at the rest
of us, stretching our legs as we grouped ourselves in front of the car.

   "I'm so sorry - please let me introduce my wife Brenda," Seth
immediately stepped over to take her hand and gave it a vigorous shake,
which set my mother's breasts to jiggling.  ...it almost seemed that was
his intent, but he was on to the next as my father spoke, "and my daughter
Arial and Melinda," same vigorous shake, same quivering breasts, though
less because of the relative size differences.  "And this is my son Ian,"
crunch, went the bones in my hand as I tried to smile through the quick,
fierce handshake.

   "You must be exhausted," he said, furrowing his brow and looking at each
of the three girls again before turning to the house in the same energetic
fashion that he'd first appeared.  Quickly moving to the door of the
compact cottage on the left, he opened the door and bellowed "Annie! 
Annie, they've arrived." He turned back with a grin and said, "Please let
me show you to your home away from home!" It seemed like everything he said
ended in an exclamation point.  We turned toward what looked like a small
converted barn, which turned out to be just that.  He opened the door for
us and ushered us through, taking care to gently place his hand in the
small of my mother's back, I noticed, as she went in after my father.  She
looked at him quickly, and while his sunny expression hadn't changed, her
cheeks reddened suddenly.

   Inside, we stood inside a large room with two open loft spaces above,
each accessed by a short steep stair on either wall.  At the back was an
open kitchen on the right and what looked like a single a large separate
room.

   "You can see it will be a bit tight on sleeping - kids on the right in
the single beds, parents in King on the left.  We have a fully stocked
kitchen - Annie even fitted you up with some provisions as a start.  On the
left is our pride and joy - it's a luxury bathroom, complete with an
extra-large shower, separate bath and a glassed in Sauna that will hold all
of you, if you like!"

   Again, with the exclamation point.  This man was nothing if not
enthusiastic.

   The rest of the space was one big comfortable room - two couches and two
easy chairs arranged around a big open fireplace, with a rustic looking
table and chairs on the other side.

   "Mom," Ariel started, "you didn't say we wouldn't have our own rooms!"
This had occurred to me too.

   "Hush Ariel," mom said, "We can talk about this when mister Leofric.."

   "Seth, please, Mr.  Leofric was my father"

   Mom smiled briefly at him, her cheeks reddening again - almost like she
was flirting, it seemed "...after Seth leaves." She finished.

   He helped us ferry in all the bags and we put them in the corresponding
rooms.  Going up into the loft I would be sharing with my two beautiful
sisters (which already had me at half-mast, just considering the
voyeuristic opportunities sharing a bedroom and a bathroom might bring), I
noticed there was no actual door.  At the top of the steep stairs, there it
was like a three sided box - open at the front where the stairs were, with
windowed walls on three sides.

   Curiously, looking out the internal window, you could see Mom and Dad's
big king-sized bed exactly opposite.  There were curtains on the windows,
but while the windows facing outside had blinds as well, there were only
the sheer curtains pulled back on either side of the interior window.

   There were three beds, three small dressers and one small closet.  There
would be trouble about that one small closet, I could tell already.  ...and
by the time I got downstairs, Seth had exited and the arguing had begun.

   "We can't..."

   "He will see..."

   "You didn't way we would..."

   I was quiet.  I figured this would only get better - Mom and Dad had
already paid for the cottage, and while there was a scholarship, it was
going to take every penny to live even within THIS kind of accommodation.
Upgrading was out of the question - we were here to stay.