Chapter 1
Kathy Cumwot looked out of her bedroom window into the first official day of summer. The Cumwot Estate lay before her. Acre after acre of precisely manicured lawns and shrubs spread out before her as far as her dark mysterious eyes could see.
The Cumwot Estate was one of the largest, oldest, and best maintained estates in the country. There were perpetually groomed shrubs that line the outer boundaries of the estate's property lines that a Cumwot hadn't laid eyes on in two or three generations. There were lawns that spread out from the front of the great stone structure that was the main house, that Kathy's father had insisted on running his horses on, and which were repaired daily when the young girl's father took a notion to put backside to saddle leather.
Kathy was bored with it all though. She did not want to wander around the estate, the house held no interest for her, and worst of all, there was nothing in particular that she wanted to buy.
Summer vacation was a drag. There was no denying that. At least at school she had her friends. Now, at home, and held a virtual prisoner, she had nothing. Her father was not feeling well. Indeed, he had sent word to the exclusive Spencer School, not two days before Kathy was due to leave on her summer vacation, that he would appreciate her presence at home for a few weeks during the summer months.
Her father had actually asked her to stay home. This wasn't so surprising, but he had asked as if she had some choice in the matter. He had asked as if she could refuse him, and so doing so tempted her to refuse. But of course she didn't refuse. She simply cancelled her airplane reservations and hired a car to speed her home after her last exam was finished.
Her father, Captain Cumwot didn't look so sick to the young girl. He looked rather chipper to the young girl, as a matter of fact. The only thing that could have possibly made her. believe that he was feeling the slightest bit ill was the fact that he was wearing pajamas.
The Captain, which is what everyone called him, including his daughter, met Kathy at the front entrance in his silk pajamas. This shocked the young girl so much that she forgot to feel bitchy and could only feel alarm as her father embraced her at the wide mouth of the twin oaken doors that lead into the main reception hall of Cumwot Manor.
Captain Cumwot was never known as a warm person. He had always maintained a demeanor of intense reserve. And, up until that morning, when the Captain embraced her on the tiled floor of the entrance, Kathy could not remember a single instance of warmth that passed between her and her father.
"My dear! My dear!" the Captain nearly shouted, spinning the young girl around.
"Father, have you gone daft? What is it, what?" she said, hearing her voice rise slightly as he held her firmly around the waist.
"My dear, you know that I have always tried to do what was right for you since your mother passed away. She was a good woman, a perfect wife, and she can never be replaced. But I must tell you, I intend to marry again!" the Captain said, leading the young girl into his library.
"Marry? I don't believe it," Kathy blurted out. And it was true, ever since her mother had been kicked to death by her father's prize polo pony, he had never once even talked about marriage. And now, all of a sudden he had already picked a bride!
"Then, then you're not ill?" Kathy asked, now beginning to see the old man's ploy. If had had just gotten on the phone and said, "Kathy, come home this vacation, I want you to meet my new bride," she would have refused at once.
"No, no, that was just to get you home. I knew perfectly well that if I got on the phone and said, "Kathy come home this vacation, I want you to meet my new bride," I knew you would have refused at once," he said, as he strolled into the large dark wooded paneled library.
"Well, father, and where is, uh, my new Mummy,?" Kathy said, unable to keep the biting sarcasm out of her voice.
But her father seemed oblivious to the sarcasm. For all he knew, the two of them could have been speak two entirely different languages.
"Right here, my darling, right here," he said with an outward flourish of his hand. And indeed, there seated in one of the large leather chairs in a darkened corner was a very handsome woman of about thirty-two or thirty-three.
"A pleasure to meet you," Kathy said, taking a few steps toward her new step-mother.
"I'm sure," the older woman said, not rising from her seat. A large plume of smoke appeared in the air over her head, and then vanished into the dim heights of the hand-carved wood ceiling.
Kathy was glad to see that her father hadn't made a complete fool of himself by going off and marrying one of those little trampets, with big tits and a nice tight ass, who might have been only a year or two older than herself.
"This, my dear is Carrie, my new wife," the Captain said, presenting Kathy to his bride.
Carrie did not move. Another large plume of smoke appeared over her head to indicate that she was in fact still breathing, and then silence fell on the room.
The Captain's plan had been a bit naive from the beginning. He had actually expected his spoiled teenage daughter to spend her summer vacation with his new bride on a thirty-seven room estate with the three of them relying on only their wits, charm and ingenuity to entertain themselves.
"The wedding of course had been kept top secret. Flew down south of the border if you must know. Charming town. Charming people. Charming ceremony," the Captain said, seating himself at the large desk that took up a significant portion of the impressive room.
Another silence descended on the room. It seemed to fall from the dark and ancient heights of the hand carved library ceiling, and it didn't lift for the entire summer.
Kathy continued to stare out of her window for a long time. There was absolutely nothing to do. Her father and Carrie were rattling around in another part of the house. The three of them had reached a tacit agreement to avoid each other as much as possible. And easy task, given the size of the house.
Kathy threw herself on her large triple width bed, her arms out stretched like a bird about to take off. She was a young girl thirsting for adventure Slowly she began to strip off her silk lounging, outfit. She kicked off first one shoe, and then the other. She lifted her hips slightly off the bed and slowly wiggled out of the soft loose fitting pants.
Then she quickly stripped off the large blouse, exposing her two large well-shaped breasts, and pulled down the sheer silk panties that guarded her well-trimmed black snatch, and perfectly shaped pussy lips that lay beneath the dark hair.
"Segdwick, I'd like some tomato juice, with pepper please," she said curtly into the speaker phone that sat by the side of her bed on the night table.
"Yes, Miss Cumwot," the cook's voice shot back immediately. And Kathy could picture the cook already pouring the blood red juice from its cool glass pitcher and lightly shaking a dash or two of pepper over its flawless red surface.
"Yes, and Sedgie, please have Mortimer bring it," she said, pushing the button in again.
Mortimer was one of the oldest servants on the estate. He had been on the estate when her grandfather ruled the grounds with an iron fist.
The young girl lay out on the bed naked. She was above the soft covers and her legs were spread wide apart. Between her long, shapely legs her hand toyed with a closely cropped pussy hair. She twined and twisted her sexy and truly ultra-feminine and lovely shaped slim fingers in and out of the silky pussy hairs. Her cunt grew wetter and wetter as her hand toyed with the sensitive organ.
Just as the young girl was about to plunge one long soft finger into her dripping pussy, there was a knock on the door.
She let her finger slip easily into her cunt. She could feel the walls of her pussy contract and flex against the straightened digit. She could feel her cunt grow wetter and wetter with her soft and knowing movements.
"Come in," she shouted, rising her head slightly off the pillow and trying to keep her voice at its normal level.
An aged domestic entered the young girl's gaily furnished room. He barely raised an eyebrow at the vision that met him on the ample bed. There amid the tussled covers and sheets was the young Miss of the household, she was stripped as naked as the day she was born, and she had her finger planted solidly up her wet little snatch.
"Thank you Mortimer," Kathy said, spreading her legs a little wider and increasing her pace with the delightful finger just a little.
The ancient butler put the tray with the tomato juice on the night table and prepared to leave, he was about halfway to the door when the young girl cried out.
"Mortimer, do you think I am attractive?" she said, now taking her finger out of her pussy and letting it rest between her two full moist lips. Her fingers glistened in the afternoon light that invaded the powder blue room.
"Miss if I were asked for an opinion I would have to answer that I think you are attractive in the extreme," he said, and once again prepared to leave.
Kathy brought her finger away from her mouth and returned it back down to her cunt. Her pussy was now dripping at its very lips.
"And Mortimer, do you think that I have an attractive body?" she asked, her hand working quickly in and out of her tight young cunt. She studied the face of the old man intently, hoping to catch his eyes wondering down between her legs, but she could not.
"Yes, Miss, my answer I believe covered that topic," he said, his eyes a dull yellow, yet with a certain life.
Kathy let out a low groan and raised her hips an inch or two off the bed. Then, very slowly and sensuously, she inserted another finger into her soaking pussy. Her cunt was very wet indeed, and she slipped her thumb up just enough to massage her perky little clit.
With the first touch of her finger on the little red button the girl let out another moan and wiggled her hips up, once again, off the bed. Her fingers now visibly dripped with moisture from her pussy.
Both Mistress and servant were both quiet for a long time. Mortimer had assumed, and correctly, that he had not been dismissed to attend his daily household duties, Kathy wanted more time to exhibit her body in front of the servant.
"Mortimer, do you have any idea how good this feels?" she asked, her voice coming out of her mouth in a half groan.
"I believe I can recall such pleasures, Miss," he answered, his voice as dry as the Sahara and as emotionless as a brick.
"Do you like looking at me diddle myself? Does it turn you on?" Kathy asked suddenly and then let out a small whimper. Her hand was now moving at an ever increasing speed in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was contracting and flexing at a regularly rate, and the young girl knew that she was very, very close to coming.
"I have no opinion on the topic. When you were young and would strip off your clothes and run across the front lawn as a toddler, you were very, if I may say, cute, then," Mortimer said.
"Thank you Mortimer, that will be all," the young girl said. Her eyes were now closed and her head was leaning back against the pillow of her bed. As the old man closed the door to her room, he could distinctly hear the sound of her orgasmic moan through the thick wood.
The butler however was not shaken. He had seen much worse than her. He had lived on the estate much of his adult life, and it would take more than a little spoiled brat of an heiress, diddling her privates to get his goat. It would take much more than that, indeed!