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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 3 mf inc voy

   The next hour or so, while the girls muttered to themselves, we all set
about putting our things away.  The beds were comfortable, if a bit on the
narrow side.  I ended up with the bed next to the interior window, while
the two other beds were perpendicular to mine with their headboards against
the outside wall on either side of the window.

   The other two windows had views that were stunning, if not in the same
teasing way that `my' window had.  The one looking out between the girls'
beds was a beautiful view of a field and then a wooded area that ran along
a strip at the bottom of the field - probably a stream or small pond, it
appeared.  At the back of the room, we could see down into a courtyard that
adjoined the Leofric's house.  There were lounge chairs, a big table under
a tree and what looked like a stone barbecue.

   As I brought the rest of the bags in, I took some up to my parent's loft
which mirrored ours almost exactly, except that there was just the one,
massive bed beneath the window.  Interestingly, my parents would be able to
look straight out at the two beds my sisters had (and vice versa).  My bed,
next to the window as it was, wasn't as visible.

   Even more interesting was the view looking out the opposite window. 
About 10 yards away, was another picture window - floor to ceiling, and
almost directly in line with my parent's bed was another massive king-size
bed, obviously the master bedroom of our hosts.

   I was just about to head downstairs, when movement out that window
caught my eye.  Standing just to the side of the bed, where I hoped I
wasn't obvious, I saw a woman with flaming red hair quickly enter the room,
moving directly past the window and lifting a t-shirt over her head as she
walked past.  Thought it was only for a second, as she paused to get the
shirt off and toss it on the unmade bed, her long flaming hair (down to her
waist at least) did nothing to hide the fact that she had nothing
underneath but a pair of full, alabaster breasts, tipped with nipples that
were almost as red as her hair.  As quickly as she had come in, she
disappeared behind the wall.

   I was gobstruck.

   Instantly, I backed up a step, partly to stay out of sight, partly to
see if the angle would let me see further past that wall.  I had another
glimpse of her long hair flowing down a naked back - no freckles like
redheads often have, then she reappeared in a buttoned shirt and quickly
pulled the bed into shape and left the room at the same pace.

   My cock was rock hard and I suddenly realized the downside of living in
an open space like this - where would I be able to find relief?  Hearing my
father call my name to come grab another bag, I repositioned myself to make
my erection less noticeable, un-tucked my t-shirt and went downstairs.

   As I reached the bottom of the stairs (watching my feet carefully on the
almost ladder-like steps), I heard a musical voice chime out, "Hello,
welcome.  Hello." Looking up, I saw it was the woman whose breasts I'd just
seen, she looked at me smiling and said, "You must be Ian, I'm Annie," and,
to my amazement, opened her arms to give me a brief hug that pressed her
wondrous chest against me.

   I think I just stood there with my mouth open and Annie stifled a
giggle, saying "I hope I didn't embarrass you, Seth is always telling me to
be a bit more reserved.  Not very English to be so huggy, he says." Her
laughter was like the peal of tiny bells.  I shut my mouth and said, "Hello
Annie." At that point, the others came up, led by my father and all
received a quick hug by the gregarious Annie.  My father flushed like my
mom had when Annie pressed her soft, but firm breasts, still without a bra,
against his chest.

   She was shorter than my mother, so while her breasts weren't as big as
my moms, on her small frame - she couldn't have been more than about 5'4",
they seemed huge.  After hugging each girl, she held them at arm's length
appraising them saying, "Greta will be so pleased to have new playmates. 
She constantly complains about the lack of girls her age in the
neighborhood.  She'll be home from school in about an hour and I know she's
looking forward to making your acquaintance."

   There was one more surprise in store, however, and Annie guided us to
it. "Have you seen the bathroom yet?"

   Slightly dazed from her onslaught, we shook our collective heads in the
negative.

   Taking Ariel's arm in hers, she walked us back to the bathroom door and
opened it.

   While the rest of the cabin was nice, it couldn't be termed luxurious.
The bathroom however, was another matter entirely.  First off, when you
walk through the door, you saw that the entire wall facing the back was
glass - completely transparent, no curtains in sight, glass.  There were
three sinks on the wall facing the kitchen, a small toilet room, a giant
tub that would hold at least three people - a Jacuzzi really - an adjoining
shower, also glass and the piece de resistance, the entire corner was taken
up by a glass-walled sauna.  There was not a curtain in sight.

   While we were not a prudish house, we weren't nudists either.  This
bathroom seemed to be an exhibitionist's dream.

   "Wh-wh-where are the curtains," Melinda stammered, echoing all of our
thoughts.

   "There are none!" Annie said brightly.

   We stared.

   After unsuccessfully hiding her giggles, she laughed at our expressions
and said, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't resist." She went to the wall and
flipped a switch, and the large window at the end (part of which, made up
one wall of the sauna) turned a half shade darker.

   "You can see out, but no one can see in - all they see is a mirror.  You
get to enjoy the outdoors as you bathe, without upsetting the pensioners!"
she laughed again.

   Melinda immediately ran outside and around the house to the back, where
she looked blankly at the glass window and shouted "It's true, you don't
see a thing!"

   ...I wondered what would happen if someone flipped that feature off -
the difference in shading, particularly at night, would be very slim.
   Hmmmmm....