Rose Amongst the Lillys

by Arthur Saxon
meganeura@hotmail.com

“Are we nearly there yet?” asked Rose Thomas, squirming desperately in the passenger seat.

“Not long now,” said her fiancé, Raymond Lilly, carefully surveying the road ahead through a flurry of falling snowflakes.

“Can’t you go any faster?” gasped Rose. “I’m dying here!”

“It’s not safe to go faster than thirty in these conditions,” said Raymond calmly. “But once again, if you need me to stop so you can go behind a bush, I can do that.”

Sweat was beading on Rose’s brow. “No,” she groaned. “I just can’t bring myself to do a poo outside. Especially not in the dark – and while it’s snowing! How many more miles to go?”

“About fifteen,” said Raymond.

“Fifteen!” Rose exclaimed in distress. “That’s half an hour! I’ll never make it!”

“Try meditating,” suggested Raymond. “It might help you to suppress the urge.”

Rose tried, but it did not help. As the minutes passed, the pressure inside her bowels continued to intensify ... until finally, as hard as she was trying to fight against it, her anus began to open up as the tip of a massive turd started to force its way out. “Oh God!” she gasped. “It’s coming out!”

“What??” said Raymond. Despite his discomfort with night driving in the snow, he accelerated to forty, and glanced nervously at Rose. “You’re not ... really...?”

Rose clenched her teeth, squeezed her buttocks together, clenched her anus, and, with her eyes tightly closed, uttered a protracted growl of effort. Little by little, her mammoth turd retreated, and her anus gradually closed up. She exhaled, then panted for a few seconds, keeping her buttocks tightly clenched. “God that was a near thing!” she groaned. “But I managed to stop it. Just hurry ... please?”

Raymond drove as fast as he dared, but it was still not fast enough for Rose. Ten minutes later, she was fighting another battle against her emerging poo. “Oh no!” she gasped, as her anus was forced increasingly wide open. Her thick turd was descending slowly but inexorably into her panties, and she was powerless to stop it. Soon, it touched the stretchy nylon/spandex mix, and started pushing it downward.

“Oh ... oh ... it’s really coming out!” Rose squealed in horror. “Raymond ... I’m sorry ... I’m doing a poo in my panties! I can’t stop it!”

“Oh my God!” Raymond exclaimed. “Rose! You’re about to meet my parents for the first time!”

“You think I don’t know that?” she snapped back, as her poo continued to force its way into her panties. She groaned. “Oh, this is a nightmare!”

There was no turning back now. Her tired anus was being held open by her emerging turd, too much of which had now passed through for Rose to entertain any ideas of pushing it back in. The blunt end of the poo had sunk into the fabric of her panties, creating a bowl-shaped depression.

But there was nowhere else for it to go. The lump in her panties had in turn created an indentation in her tights, in her woollen miniskirt, and in the soft upholstery of the passenger seat ... but the seat only had so much give in it, and was now pushing back as hard as the poo was being pushed out. While this was certainly advantageous in limiting the size of her accident, the pressure building up in Rose’s rectum was rapidly becoming intolerable.

“Ahhh! It hurts!” she gasped, lifting her bottom off the seat. “I just have to let some more out...” With the impedance now removed, the flow of poo resumed. Rose’s turd descended in a thick column, pushing her panties, tights and skirt downward, until it became so long that it could no longer maintain its shape against the reverse pressure being exerted by the three layers of stretchy material. It slowly bent, then folded, reducing the pressure and allowing more to emerge.

As awful as the prospect of meeting Raymond’s parents under these circumstances was, Rose’s most urgent need was being satisfied, and she could not help feeling a sense of relief as the discomfort in her bowels gradually lessened. Propping herself up with her elbows braced – one on the passenger door and one on the upholstered compartment between the front seats – she slowly relaxed, allowing her poo to slide effortlessly out of her rectum and into her panties, where it was heaping up in a squishy, misshapen pile.

“Ugh!” muttered Raymond, gagging at the smell. He lowered both his window and Rose’s, and turned up the fan. “I don’t know what I’m going to say to Mum and Dad ... I really don’t.”

Rose’s eyes began to fill with tears. “How about standing up for me?” she said indignantly. “How about telling them that the seven-hour car journey got the better of me? That you love and support me, no matter what?”

Raymond was instantly contrite. “Of course – absolutely,” he said. “I’m just grumbling. In front of Mum and Dad, naturally I’ll be completely supportive.”

Rose’s poo was slowing to a halt, though it still felt thick and firm in her anus. She strained, thinking it was almost finished, but it kept coming, and coming, looping back and forth on top of itself inside her increasingly overloaded panties. With one long push, she expelled the last few inches, and her anus finally closed up.

She could feel the damp, sticky warmth of her poo nestling against and between her buttocks. It felt like it was spread over quite a large area. She tentatively stuck a hand beneath her skirt, and was appalled to discover the size of the lump in the soft woollen garment. “Oh God!” she whimpered in distress. “It’s huge!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Raymond assured her. “We’ll just rush you upstairs, and you can deal with it in the privacy in the bathroom.”

For the rest of the journey, Rose held herself suspended above her seat, feeling wretched and uncomfortable, and dreading their arrival at Raymond’s parents’ house. All too soon, it seemed, Raymond turned the car into a short driveway, and pulled up in front of an attractive old stone cottage.

“I’ll get the bags after you’re safely installed in the bathroom,” said Raymond. “Let’s just get you inside, and hurry you upstairs.”

“Sounds good to me,” muttered Rose. She was feeling utterly mortified already, and desperately hoped that she could get into the bathroom as unobtrusively as possible. Resting her weight on her right elbow, she opened her door, then carefully eased herself out, taking care not to sit down on her poo.

“Ugh – yuck,” she said with a grimace, as her poo contacted parts of her it had hitherto avoided. Waddling awkwardly with her knees bent, she followed Raymond through the falling snow to the front door, which opened even before he had got a hand to it.

A middle-aged man and woman were standing just inside. He was wearing a brightly coloured woolly jumper and a Christmas hat; she had an apron on and was drying her hands with a dish towel. “Hello, hello!” said Jeremy Lilly, beaming all over his cherubic, bearded face. “Do come in. I’m so happy to meet you at last, Rose! Come here – we’re huggers in this family, you’ll soon discover!”

“So nice to finally meet you in person, dear,” said Julie, his wife. “Skyping just isn’t the same, is it?”

Rose disengaged from Jeremy’s hug as quickly as possible, afraid he would smell her poo. “I’m very glad to meet you both,” she said, “but actually...” Then she trailed off, suddenly alarmed to see a crowd of faces beyond Jeremy and Julie.

“Oh my goodness, the whole family’s here,” said Raymond nervously through a glassy smile. “Hello everyone.”

Rose felt – and looked – rather stricken, a fact which Julie picked up on immediately.

“Well let’s not crowd them when they’ve not even set foot in the house!” she chided everyone, chivvying them back into the living room from which they had emerged.

“Mum, can I have a word?” said Raymond, gently taking his mother’s elbow.

“Of course, dear,” said Julie, turning to face him with a kind smile. Despite her current predicament, Rose immediately liked this woman.

“Mum, I’ll spare you the details,” said Raymond, sotto voce, “but Rose needs to get to the bathroom pronto – and as unobtrusively as possible.”

“Oh!” said Julie. “Right. Well, you say hello to everyone in the living room – keep them distracted – and I’ll help Rose get upstairs.”

“All right,” agreed Raymond.

As soon as her son had entered the living room, Julie beckoned to Rose. “Come in, dear – the coast’s clear! Let’s get you upstairs.”

“Thanks, Julie,” said Rose gratefully. “Did Raymond tell you...”

“He didn’t give me any details, and I didn’t ask,” Julie assured her. “Just head up the stairs; it’s the first door on the left. Take all the time you need – and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me. There are plenty of towels in the airing cupboard, and rolls of toilet paper in the cupboard by the bath.” Then, sniffing the air, she looked suddenly surprised.

“I’m so sorry,” blurted out Rose, feeling the need to defend herself. “It was a very long drive, and I ... I’m afraid I had a bit of an accident.”

“There’s really no need to explain,” said Julie soothingly. “Just go and take care of it, and join us whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you – you’re very kind,” said Rose, and she began ascending the stairs slowly and carefully, shuddering as she felt her poo sliding smearily against her buttocks. At the top of the stairs she turned, and tried the handle of the first door on the left. It was locked. “What the...” she muttered in dismay.

She gently knocked. “Hello?” Then she listened. For a few moments, she heard nothing at all. Then she heard splashing noises; it sounded as if somebody was taking a bath. “Oh no!” she groaned, her heart sinking. She went back to the stairs, and called out softly, “Julie...?”

There was no response. Gritting her teeth, Rose began to descend, squatting slightly to keep her poo from rubbing against her any more than necessary. Halfway down the stairs – from where she could see the open door of the living room – she called out, a little more loudly, “Julie?”

But the sounds of talking and laughter from the living room were drowning her out. “Julie!” she called, more loudly still.

Jeremy emerged from the living room, and looked up. “Ah, Rose!” he said, smiling. “Were you looking for Julie? I believe she’s in the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” said Rose. Jeremy smiled, nodded, and returned into the living room.

Rose had hoped he would fetch Julie, but it did not seem as if he was going to. Taking her courage in both hands, therefore, she descended the rest of the stairs, and crept past the living room doorway, heading for the kitchen. Fortunately nobody called out to her, or came out to see her.

Entering the kitchen, she found her future mother-in-law scrubbing potatoes with a wooden-handled brush. “Oh, hello dear!” said Julie. “Done already? Or ... what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s in the bathroom,” said Rose awkwardly. “I think they’re in the bath...”

Julie slapped a hand to her forehead. “Oh no – that’ll be Mum!” she said. “My mother, I mean – Ray’s Gran. She likes to take a bath around this time – I should have realised. And she’s rather deaf, I’m afraid...”

Raymond entered the room, sniffed, and grimaced. “What’s going on?”

“Gran’s having a bath,” Julie explained.

“You don’t happen to have another bathroom, do you...?” inquired Rose hopefully.

“I’m afraid not,” said Julie. “When this cottage was built, indoor bathrooms were something of a luxury!”

“Well, can we hurry Gran up or something?” Raymond demanded. “Tell her we have an emergency? I know she’s hard of hearing, but if we shout loud enough...”

“Don’t you dare!” said his mother sternly. “You’ll panic her, and she’ll rush, and probably slip and fall, and break her other hip! Then we’d truly have an emergency!”

Raymond groaned. “But her baths take hours!” he said. “Poor Rose will be a nervous wreck by the time she gets in there, and the whole house will stink!”

“Oh heavens!” said Rose, appalled at the prospect of having to wait ‘hours’ to get into the bathroom. She hoped Raymond was exaggerating.

“Don’t exaggerate, Ray,” Julie chided him. “It shouldn’t be much more than one hour.”

“Peee-ewww, what’s that smell?” asked a teenaged boy as he entered the room. He was zit-afflicted, gangly, and awkward-looking, with dark hair that was long and floppy at the front.

“Get out, Robbie!” snapped Raymond. Rose knew the name; he was Raymond’s youngest sibling.

“But I want to meet Rose!” said Robbie. “And what’s that smell?”

Then another face appeared: a younger, slightly more handsome version of Raymond. Rose guessed correctly that this was Raymond’s other brother, Andrew. “Hello!” he said, smiling at Rose. Then he wrinkled his nose.

“Oh God!” Rose whimpered, feeling trapped.

“Everybody out!” Julie commanded. “We’ve got a bit of a situation here, which we’re trying to resolve. We don’t need you all crowding in here.”

“Did Rose have a number two accident?” asked Robbie, wide-eyed.

“None of your business!” said Julie. “Come on – out! All of you.”

Andrew nodded, and backed out of the room, pulling a reluctant Robbie with him.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry – I’m ruining everyone’s evening!” said Rose unhappily.

“Not at all, dear,” Julie assured her, taking her hand and squeezing it warmly. “You’re not ruining anything. I just feel awful that we don’t have a loo you can use straightaway.”

“I should probably get out of your kitchen, though, while I wait for the bathroom,” said Rose. “Not really the best place for a smell like this! Actually, maybe I should wait outside...”

“Don’t be silly!” said Julie. “I’m not going to have you standing outside in the snow! We can all cope with the smell for a little bit, I’m sure.”

“Well ... maybe I could hide out in our room,” Rose suggested. “With the door closed.”

“You’ll suffocate!” said Raymond.

“I will not,” Rose retorted. “Don’t be melodramatic.”

“It’s not a bad idea, if you think you can cope with that,” said Julie. “It’s a shame you’ll have to wait to meet everyone, but it can’t be helped.”

“Perhaps you could just stick your head through the living room door and say a quick hello before you go upstairs?” Raymond ventured.

“There’s no need for that,” said his mother briskly. “I’m sure Rose doesn’t want to face everyone just yet.”

“Thank you,” said Rose gratefully.

“Okay, fair enough,” said Raymond. “I assume we’re in my old room?”

“Yes,” said Julie. “I know it’s small, but the bed is a double, so I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“Does Gran know we’re sharing a bed?” asked Raymond, with a slight smirk.

“Yes, and she doesn’t approve, of course, but she’s aware you’ve been living together, so she’s accepted it’s inevitable.”

“All right, let’s get you upstairs,” said Raymond, and Rose followed him out of the room. The chatter in the living room ceased as they passed, and Rose felt sure everyone must have been talking about her, and her accident. She felt very embarrassed and ashamed.

She climbed the stairs for a second time, and followed Raymond into his old bedroom. “This is nice,” she said, looking round.

“Yup,” Raymond agreed. “And just wait till you see the view from the window in the morning!”

“I look forward to it,” said Rose.

“I’ll go and fetch our bags,” said Raymond. “I’m sure you’ll want a change of underwear, at least, pretty shortly.”

“Yes, I imagine I will,” replied Rose wryly. “I wonder if my tights have got messy...”

While Raymond was off fetching their bags from the car, Rose carefully pulled off her tights, and examined them closely. They appeared, thankfully, to be free of poo – which she was relieved about, because they were brand new.

She considered opening the window. She had worn the tights because it was a cold day, and her skirt was a little short to wear without tights ... but this house was very warm – uncomfortably so, in fact, given her current clothing. She wondered what temperature the thermostat was set to.

She cracked the window open, and took off her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a thin, round-necked black jumper that snugly fitted her curves. Then, trying to ignore the disgusting mass of poo sandwiched between her panties and her bottom, she unlocked her phone and opened Twitter.

Five minutes later, the door opened and Raymond walked in, coughing abruptly and wrinkling his nose at the smell. He deposited a couple of bags on the bed. “Everyone downstairs is really sympathetic,” he said. “Thanks to Robbie, they all know about your accident, of course.”

Rose sighed. “Great,” she muttered.

“Anyway, they’re dying to meet you. If you want to hide out here, of course they’ll understand ... but they’ve all agreed they’ll happily put up with the smell if you’d be willing to come down and say hello.”

“Ugh!” said Rose in dismay. “Now I feel like I’ll be disappointing everyone if I don’t go down!”

“No, not at all!” said Raymond hastily. “I’m sure they’re only trying to prevent you from feeling like you have to hide yourself away like a leper. They just want you to feel like you’re welcome, whatever the circumstances.”

“Oh,” said Rose. “Well ... that’s very nice of them. And I’d really like to meet them ... it’s just that I’d be totally mortified for them to be smelling my poo while I’m talking to them!”

“And everyone understands that,” said Raymond soothingly. “So if you want to stay up here, that’s totally fine.”

“Okay,” said Rose dubiously. She could not help feeling like she was being antisocial, staying up here when she knew she would be welcome downstairs amongst Raymond’s family, despite the awful smell she was generating.

It did not help matters when Raymond said, “I’ll just ... I’ll just get back to the others ... then.” He pointed to the door, almost apologetically, and sidled towards it. When Rose sighed, then nodded, a relieved-looking Raymond pulled the door open, then ducked out.

Rose suddenly felt very alone. The sounds of talking and laughing beneath her feet made her feel like she was missing out. And what if they were talking about her? “Wait!” she said, going to the door and opening it. She walked to the top of the stairs; Raymond was already halfway down. “Are you sure it’ll be okay? Me going down there like this?”

“They’ll be thrilled to see you!” said Raymond. “Poo or no poo.”

She descended, carefully. “I feel like I ought to say hello to everyone, at least. But I won’t stay long, or the smell will get too bad in there.” Then she stopped. “Oh ... my tights. I took them off to see if they’d got messy.”

“You want to put them back on?” asked Raymond.

“Not really ... it’s very warm in this house,” said Rose, biting her lip nervously. “And I want to keep them clean. But this skirt’s maybe a little short to go without. What do you think?”

“I think you look awesome,” said Raymond, with a grin.

Rose rolled her eyes. “Of course you do,” she said. “But what will your family think? Do I look too ... indecent?”

“Not at all,” said Raymond. “The skirt isn’t that short. And my family aren’t prudes. Gran is a bit old-fashioned in some of her attitudes, but even she ... heck, you should see some of the photos of her from the Sixties! She wore hemlines way shorter than yours.”

“All right, all right,” said Rose. “Here we go then.” Her stomach churned, and she felt a rising sense of panic as she approached the living room door.

Raymond took her hand, and led her into the room. “Everyone,” he announced, “or at least, everyone who hasn’t met her yet ... this is Rose, the love of my life.”

“Hi,” said Rose, with a shy little wave. “I’m so sorry about the smell...”

“Gran’s still in the bath, and may be for some time,” said Raymond. “So unfortunately Rose hasn’t had a chance to clean up yet. But you all said it would be okay, so here we are.”

“Welcome to the family, Rose!” said Jeremy cheerfully, holding up a glass.

“That’s Dad, of course,” said Raymond. “Going around the room, then ... that’s Nan and Granddad – Dad’s parents.”

“Hello!” the two septuagenarians chorused from a long leather sofa.

“Hi!” Rose replied.

“Next there’s Andrew, my dear brother, and his girlfriend Rita...” He paused so they could exchange greetings with Rose. “Then there’s Uncle Neville, the black sheep of the family. All right, Neville!”

“Ay up, Raymond!” said Neville, his eyes on Rose. “By ‘eck, you’ve done well! She’s a pretty thing.”

“Watch out for his hands,” Raymond cautioned Rose. “They have a tendency to wander.”

“Oh!” said Rose, a little shocked.

“Then there’s Robbie, Minecraft legend ... and last but not least, my dear Mum.”

“I’m very glad to meet you all,” said Rose, smiling around at everyone. “Once again, I’m very sorry about the smell...”

“It’s barely noticeable,” said Andrew politely; his girlfriend quirked an eyebrow at this.

“Get ‘er a drink, Jeremy,” said Neville, casually regarding Rose’s legs. “Take t’ edge off ‘er mortification.” He grinned.

“Oh absolutely,” said Jeremy, getting to his feet and walking over to the drinks cabinet. “What’s your tipple of choice, Rose? We’ve got wine, sherry, port, brandy, gin...”

“A sherry would be lovely, please,” said Rose gratefully. “Although I should take it upstairs with me; I don’t want to subject you all to this smell any longer than I have to.”

“Oh, nonsense,” said Jeremy, as he took the stopper out of a glass decanter. “We have strong constitutions in this family; we can handle it.”

“Stay and chat wi’ us a while,” said Neville, grinning. “We’d love to ‘ear all about you.”

“Ugh, men!” said Julie, rolling her eyes. “Don’t let them pressure you, dear – you’re free to go back upstairs whenever you like.”

“Thanks,” said Rose gratefully.

“Raymond tells us you grew up in Switzerland,” said Andrew. “What was that like?”

“Oh, it was beautiful there,” said Rose. “I loved it. We lived there for six years, until I was eleven. Then we moved to Birmingham, which as you can probably imagine, I wasn’t too happy about!”

“Who would be?” agreed Rita with a shudder.

“Whereabouts in Switzerland did you live, Rose?” asked Freddie, Jeremy’s father.

“A town called Thun,” Rose replied. “It’s near Bern.”

“I think I may have passed through there,” said Freddie, scratching his chin. “Is it near Interlaken?”

“Yes!” said Rose. “It’s about halfway between Bern and Interlaken.”

“Ah yes, then I do know it,” said Freddie. “Lovely place.”

“What did your parents do for work?” Andrew inquired.

Rose answered this question, and others, and was soon feeling quite comfortable and welcome in the room, despite the large and smelly mass of excrement filling the back of her panties and nestling against her buttocks. The sherry helped, of course, as did the second, which Jeremy offered her as soon as she had finished her first.

“I feel bad that you’re having to stand, dear,” said Julie, “though I quite understand why you wouldn’t want to sit down.”

“Perhaps we could set something up so she can sit down without making a mess?” suggested Jeremy. “Maybe put two chairs next to each other or something...”

“That’s really not necessary,” said Rose, feeling embarrassed again now that they were talking about her poo. “I don’t mind standing.”

“There’s Gran’s support cushion,” said Robbie suddenly. “The donut-shaped thing.”

“Oh yes!” said Jeremy. “That would work very well, I expect.”

Rose was feeling more and more mortified. “I’m really fine standing,” she insisted plaintively.

“I’m sure you are,” said Raymond soothingly. “You’ll have to excuse Dad; he’s so focused on making sure you’re physically comfortable, he doesn’t realise he’s making you feel emotionally uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” said Jeremy.

“Really, dear!” said Julie reproachfully.

“It’s quite all right,” Rose assured them both. “You’re very kind; I appreciate you trying to make the best of my situation.”

“Does anyone want to play Charades?” asked Robbie.

“Oh, yes!” said Julie, smiling. “That sounds fun. Do you like Charades, Rose?”

Rose was glad of the change of subject. “Yes!” she said. “But I should probably go upstairs and give everyone’s nostrils a break...”

“If you’d like to stay and play, then stay,” said Jeremy. “Don’t worry about the smell, seriously. I think we’ve all become accustomed to it by now.”

“Very true!” agreed Neville. “Stay and play wi’ us, Rose!”

“Yeah!” said Robbie. “We’d rather have you here, smell and all, than ... not here.”

“Robbie!” said Julie, slightly exasperated. “Don’t pressure the poor girl.” She turned to Rose. “Whether you stay and play or not is entirely up to you.”

Rose generally preferred to be social, given the choice, than antisocial. She knew she would feel left out and alone if she went back upstairs. She looked at Raymond, who nodded and smiled encouragingly. “I do like Charades,” she admitted. “If you all really don’t mind...”

There was a chorus of assurances that indeed, nobody minded at all. “Robbie, why don’t you start us off?” Jeremy suggested.

Robbie stood up, and looked around. “Where should I stand?” he inquired. “Here, in front of the TV?”

“As good a place as any!” Jeremy remarked.

There were two empty dining chairs in the room, though they were not next to each other. Raymond turned to Rose and said, “Mind if I grab a seat...?”

“No – you go ahead,” she said, and Raymond went over to take the chair that was on the far side of his mother’s armchair. This just left one chair; it was sandwiched between a large armchair occupied by Neville, and a smaller armchair on which Robbie had been sitting.

“Why don’t you come over ‘ere and ‘ave a seat, Rose?” said Neville.

“Neville!” said Julie sharply, before Rose had even had a chance to open her mouth. “You know perfectly well she can’t sit down.”

“She could perch on t’ edge, or something, surely?” Neville protested. “I just feel badly that she’s ‘aving to stand.”

“I really don’t mind standing,” Rose assured him. But she did not like feeling as if she was rejecting her hosts’ attempts to make her feel welcome.

“Can I get you another sherry, at least?” Jeremy suggested, indicating her now-empty glass.

“Yes please,” said Rose gratefully. “Thank you.” She handed him her glass, and he refilled it. Then the game began.

“Film!” said Andrew, as Robbie pantomimed an old-fashioned movie camera.

Robbie nodded, and held up three fingers.

“Three words!” said Rita.

Robbie nodded, and held up one finger.

“First word!” said Julie and Freddie together.

Robbie held up his two index fingers in the shape of a T.

“The!”

Robbie nodded, and held up two fingers.

“Second word!”

Robbie threw his arms wide.

“Huge!” “Enormous!” “Big!”

Robbie pointed at Andrew, who had said “Big”. Then he held up three fingers.

“Third word!” said Rose.

Robbie mimed vomiting.

“Puke!” said Neville.

“Vomit!” said Jeremy.

“Sick!” said Rita. “The Big Sick!”

“Yup!” said Robbie. “Well done Rita.”

“The Big Sick?” said Freddie, mystified. “I haven’t heard of that one.”

“Neither have I,” said his wife, Daphne.

“It’s a romantic comedy,” Julie explained. “Rather good, actually.”

“Your turn, Rita,” said Andrew.

“Okay,” said Rita, getting to her feet. “Hmm.” Taking Robbie’s place as he sat back down in his armchair, she mimed a pair of stage curtains.

“Play!” said Robbie.

Rita held up four fingers.

“Four words!”

Rita nodded, then held up four fingers again.

“Fourth word!”

Rita closed her eyes, and tilted her head to one side, with her mouth slightly open.

“Dead!” said Robbie. “Night of the Living Dead!”

Rita did not acknowledge this; instead she fluttered her eyelids, and jerked her head slightly a couple of times.

“Asleep!” said Julie.

“Dreaming!” said Raymond.

Rita’s eyes snapped open, and she pointed at Raymond, then held up her hands, palms facing each other, and abruptly brought them closer together.

“Dream!” Raymond corrected himself.

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream!” said Rose.

“That’s it!” said Rita.

“Oh, well done, Rose!” said Julie. “Your turn.”

Rose emptied her glass, and set it down on a nearby nest of tables. Then, shuddering as the warm stickiness of her poo reminded her of its presence in her panties, she somewhat nervously crossed the room and took Rita’s place in front of the television. Turning to face the centre of the room, she held up her hands, palms together, and then opened them up, keeping her pinkies together.

“Book!” said several people.

Rose held up four fingers.

“Four words!”

She held up one finger:

“First word!”

She made a T with her index fingers.

“The!”

Then she paused. Her book was The Very Hungry Caterpillar, which had popped into her head as something everybody would be familiar with. But now she realised that she had no idea how to mime ‘very’. So she skipped it, and held up three fingers.

“Third word!”

She rubbed her tummy, and grimaced.

“Stomach ache!” said Neville.

Rose mimed stuffing her face with food.

“Hungry!” said Raymond.

“Starving!” said Andrew.

Rose pointed at Raymond, and nodded.

“The Hunger Games!” said Daphne.

“That’s three words, Nan!” said Robbie.

Rose held up four fingers.

“Fourth word!”

Rose quickly considered the fourth word. She could try to mime each syllable, but while ‘cat’ and ‘pill’ would be easy enough, ‘er’ and ‘ar’ would not. They might get it with just two of the syllables, of course ... but it occurred to her that she could quite easily and effectively mime the whole word.

If she had not had three sherries already, she would likely have immediately spotted the flaw in her plan. But in her judgment-impaired state, it seemed like a good idea to lie down on the floor on her front, with her arms straight and pressed against her sides, and locomote like a caterpillar.

Stretching herself out on the floor, face down, she pursed her lips as the full weight of her poo settled against her buttocks. At the risk of sustaining carpet burns, she lifted her bottom off the floor, drew her knees forward until they were almost directly beneath her hips (a feat only possible because of her very supple back), and attempted to propel herself forward. But her woollen jumper, fine-textured though it was, seemed practically welded to the carpet through friction – a force she quickly discovered she was unable to overcome with the thrust generated by pushing with her knees and feet.

She was entirely unaware of the startling sight she was presenting to Raymond and Robbie. While standing, she had been positioned almost directly between the two of them; when she lay down, her bottom was about three feet in front of them. Her skirt came halfway down her thighs, easily covering her poo-filled panties, but when she raised her bottom, the hem of the skirt climbed up her thighs until her bulging panties started peeping into view. Seeing the white panty material, stretched around a huge mass of excrement, Raymond recoiled in disgust. Robbie, however, just stared in fascination.

Rose, improvising quickly, bent her arms and brought her hands up to her shoulders. Pressing down on the floor, she was able to lift her upper body enough to reduce the friction to the point where she could slide herself forwards. Having flattened herself against the floor, she arched her back and raised her bottom, bringing her knees forward again. She used her arms to help her slide her upper body forwards again, then she raised her bottom for a third time.

By now, she was far enough forward for both Neville and Julie to catch a glimpse of her bulging panties ... and Robbie and Raymond were being treated to an even better view.

“Um, Rose!” said Julie urgently. “Your skirt...”

“Leech!” said Jeremy.

“Caterpillar!” said Rita. “The Very Hungry Caterpillar!”

“That’s it!” said Rose, getting quickly to her feet as the implication of Julie’s warning sank in. Her head swam, and she staggered a little.

“Oops!” said Andrew with a chuckle. “I think someone’s has too many sherries!”

“I just got up too quickly!” protested Rose good-naturedly. “I assure you I’m quite capable of holding my drink. Still, I think I’d like to sit down after all ... but I don’t want to make a mess. Maybe I should just go upstairs...”

“No need to do that,” said Jeremy, jumping to his feet. “I really think Gran’s support cushion will be the perfect solution; let me fetch it.”

He darted out of the room, and Rose shrugged. “I suppose I can give it a try,” she said nervously. “In the meantime I believe it’s your turn again, Rita.”

Rita smiled. “I’ll wait for Dad to get back.”

Jeremy soon returned with a donut-shaped cushion, about eighteen inches across. He set it down on the unoccupied dining chair between Neville and Robbie. “Hmm,” he said. “Try that.”

Rose regarded it dubiously. “I’m worried it might still ...” she lowered her voice, “...squish out a little bit. This is a nice skirt; I don’t want to get it messy.”

Julie had got to her feet and come over. “Dear, tell me honestly,” she said, putting her arm around Rose’s shoulders. “Would you rather just go upstairs?”

“Well I don’t want to be antisocial...” said Rose. “I just don’t want to mess up my skirt.”

“Could we get her a towel or something?” Jeremy suggested. “To go around her instead of her skirt?”

Rose’s eyes widened. Did he mean her to take off her skirt? In front of everyone? Surely not...

“Of course – we have plenty of towels,” said Julie. “And it doesn’t matter if one of them gets a little messy. But will you be comfortable with that solution, Rose?”

“Um,” said Rose, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment, “I suppose that would work...” A towel would give her more coverage, at least.

“I’ll fetch one,” said Jeremy, and off he dashed again.

“I’m sorry to be such a bother,” Rose said to Julie.

“No bother at all, dear,” said Julie warmly. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“No thank you, I’m fine,” said Rose.

“Well if you change your mind, please don’t hesitate to ask,” said Julie, squeezing her hand. Then she glanced behind Rose. “Neville!”

Rose looked back over her shoulder, to see that Neville had taken hold of the back of her skirt, and lifted it up. She gasped, and pulled away from him, snatching her skirt from his grasp.

“That’s an impressive lot of poo!” Neville remarked cheerfully. “I imagine it was quite a relief to get rid of it all.”

“Neville, don’t be so naughty,” said Julie sternly. “Do you want to drive the poor girl away? She’ll never want to visit us again!” She turned to Rose. “I’m most dreadfully sorry, Rose!” she said, looking mortified. “Neville is the limit, he really is! Oh dear, whatever must you think of us?”

“Think of you?” echoed Rose in surprise. “Julie, you’ve been kindness itself. I’ve been worried sick about what you’re all thinking about me, what with my ... accident.”

Julie waved a hand dismissively. “Rose, nobody thinks any less of you for that,” she said. “It could happen to anyone. We just want you to feel welcome and comfortable here, and part of the family.”

“I do,” Rose assured her. Then she added, sotto voce, “Don’t worry about Neville; I can take care of myself. He seems harmless enough; just your average dirty old man.”

Julie laughed. “That’s Neville!” she said. “Well good – I’m glad to see you’re not traumatised. He’s a little old to discipline effectively, I fear.”

“Gran’s still in the bathroom, I’m afraid,” said Jeremy, reentering the room with a towel, which he held out to Rose. “Here you go, Rose!”

“Thank you!” said Rose, taking it.

“Jeremy, that’s one of the travel towels!” said Julie, dismayed. “Why didn’t you get a big one?”

“Oh – I just thought it wouldn’t matter as much if this one got ... you know...” said Jeremy apologetically.

“This one’ll be fine,” said Rose, opening it out. “Oh.” It was indeed quite small; only about fifty percent larger than a hand towel. “Well, as long as I can tuck it in,” she added dubiously. She wrapped it around her waist, to see whether it was long enough. When she brought the two ends together, the upper edge of the towel overlapped itself by about eight or nine inches, but at the widest part of her hips, this dropped to barely an inch.

“Oh that’s no good!” said Julie. “I’ll fetch you a proper towel.”

“Oh, please don’t trouble yourself,” said Rose, anxious not to make a fuss in response to Jeremy’s thoughtfulness. “This will be fine.”

“Are you sure?” asked Julie uncertainly.

“Yes, absolutely,” said Rose. She tucked the corner of the towel in, and it held. “I just need to get my skirt off...” She looked towards the door.

“You can use the hall, or the kitchen,” said Julie, “if you can’t easily slip it off under the towel.”

“I probably can,” Rose admitted. She tucked her hand between the barely-overlapping ends of the towel, and felt for the skirt’s zip. Finding it, she pulled it down, then popped open the hook fastening at the top. Bending down, she reached up underneath the sides of her towel with both hands, grasped her skirt, and gently tugged it downwards.

At first, this strategy seemed to be working just fine; the skirt was coming down, and the towel was remaining in place. Reassured by this, Rose pulled the skirt all the way down to her ankles, then lifted one foot out. The heel of her shoe, however, caught on the waistband of the skirt as she was pulling it out, and she started to overbalance. Hopping on her other foot while trying to free her shoe, she did not notice that her towel was becoming untucked.

She finally freed her shoe, and planted her foot back down on the carpet. She lifted her other shoe out of the skirt without incident, then she stooped, picked up her skirt, and stood up ... just as her untucked towel slid down off her hips and dropped to the floor.

“Aahh!” she squealed, bending down and grabbing the fallen towel. She hastily refastened it around her waist, tucking it in as well as she could.

Rita and Andrew had both just seen her hugely bulging panties, and they were staring at her in amazement. Neville, who had been sitting a mere yard behind Rose, was cackling with glee. Slightly further away, Robbie, who had been presented with a nice side-on view, was grinning all over his face.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry!” said Julie. She swatted her husband’s ribs. “I told you that towel was too small!”

“It’s quite all right,” said Rose, her cheeks burning. “I just hope I didn’t offend anyone!”

“Nobody’s offended by your panties, Rose!” chuckled Neville. “They’re very sexy, even with all that poo in them!”

“Neville!” Julie scolded him. “Ignore him, Rose. But he’s right about one thing; you’re not offending anyone. I just feel awful that you’re having such a rough time.”

“I’m not, truly,” said Rose, though she was feeling a little shaken. “Let me just try sitting down.” She stepped over to the dining chair on which the support cushion sat, turned her back on it, and slowly lowered herself down. As soon as her towel-wrapped bottom contacted the cushion, though, she could feel her poo starting to squish against her buttocks.

“Wait a minute,” said Robbie, who was watching closely. “That’s not going to work; the towel’s stretched too tightly. You’ll need to push the towel down into the hole, so it makes a little nest sort of thing.”

“I think he’s right,” agreed Jeremy. “Can you loosen the towel a bit?”

“I’m not sure I can, without untucking it,” said Rose.

“Does this strike anyone else as kind of weird...?” ventured Rita, with a rather amused smile.

“Rita!” said Julie reproachfully.

“Oh I’m not saying anything against Rose,” Rita added hastily. “I mean she’s clearly making the best of an unfortunate situation. But still – it’s a little bizarre and unusual...”

“It is,” Rose agreed sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

“Bizarre or not, you’ve got nothing to apologise for,” said Julie firmly. “Now, it sounds like we’re going to need a bigger towel after all. Let me go and get that for you, and...”

“Little towel or big towel, she’s going to have to take it off to make a nest in t’ cushion,” said Neville bluntly. “She might as well take t’ thing off, make t’ nest, sit down, and wrap t’ rest of t’ towel around ‘er. Bob’s your uncle.”

Rose stared at him.

“Neville, that’s all very well,” said Julie in a tone of mild reproof, “but you can’t expect Rose to uncover her underwear while she sorts out the towel. Be reasonable.”

Neville rolled his eyes. “We’ve all seen ‘er panties already!” he said. “What’s t’ difference? Nobody’s going to judge.”

Rose looked over at Raymond, who was looking amused. He just shrugged.

Julie sighed. “It’s up to you, Rose,” she said. “Neville does have a point, but I hate to see you made more uncomfortable than necessary. I still think a larger towel would be helpful...”

“I just don’t want everyone seeing my panties!” said Rose plaintively. “It wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t full of poo, but ... it’s so embarrassing!”

“I have an idea,” said Rita. “Why don’t we all leave the room? Rose can get settled, cover herself up, and then we can all come back in.”

“Good idea!” said Julie.

Rose looked around, aghast, at all of the people she would be inconveniencing. “Oh goodness, no!” she said. “I couldn’t possibly put you all out like that. Look, I suppose you’ve all seen my panties already, so it’s probably just silly to worry so much about it now.” Biting her lip, she untucked her towel, and unwrapped it from around her waist.

With her stomach cramping and her heart racing, she quickly laid the towel over the support cushion. Pressing down in the middle with her hands, she pushed the terry cloth into the hole, all the way to the chair, pressing it down all around the edges of the ring to create a space with the greatest possible volume.

“My word, that really is a lot of poo!” she heard Freddie say behind her.

“Dad!” said Jeremy.

“I’m sorry ... but it is!”

Utterly mortified, Rose turned to face the room, and carefully sat down, guiding her bulging panties into the depression she had made in the towel. As the poo began to squish between her buttocks, she knew it had hit the chair, and she tried settling her weight on the cushion. It was made of a fairly stiff foam, supportive yet yielding ... and it seemed to take her weight without compressing too much.

She exhaled, and pulled the sides of the towel up and over her lap. They did not quite meet in the middle, except at the lower corners; she settled for clutching them in her hands as she clasped them in front of her panties.

“I know there’s a lot,” she said awkwardly, feeling very ashamed. “I ... I hadn’t been for a while.”

“Well I think you’re very brave,” said Julie firmly. “That can’t have been easy!”

“Good for you, Rose!” agreed Jeremy. “Now, would anyone like another drink before we resume the game?”

“I’ll have a mulled wine please, Dad,” said Rita.

“Coming right up,” said Jeremy. “Andrew?”

“I’d better not have anything else,” said Andrew. “Driving.”

“Nan? Granddad?” said Jeremy, handing Rita her drink.

“Just half a glass of port please, dear boy,” said Freddie.

“Nothing for me please, dear,” said Daphne.

“Rose?” said Jeremy.

“I probably shouldn’t...” she replied reluctantly.

“Oh go on,” said Jeremy with a chuckle. “If anyone deserves to get a little tipsy this evening, it’s you. Another sherry?”

“Well ... actually I wouldn’t mind trying some of your mulled wine, if that’s okay,” said Rose.

“Of course!” said Jeremy, and he poured her a glass. “Raymond? Another cognac?”

“Yes please,” said Raymond, handing Jeremy his own empty glass.

When everyone who wanted a drink had been served one, Jeremy sat down. “Whose turn was it?”

“Mine,” said Rita, getting out of her chair.

Soon everyone was so absorbed in the game that Rose was finally able to relax and start enjoying herself. For some reason, nobody seemed to mind in the slightest that she was sitting there with her panties full of smelly poo, and for this she was very grateful. These were nice people; more and more she was liking the idea of joining this family. She caught Raymond’s eye, and smiled happily. He responded with a grin and a wink.

Jeremy correctly guessed Rita’s movie – The Shape of Water – and then he too mimed a movie: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. Julie guessed this one, and her turn was followed by Robbie, then Daphne, then Robbie again. Robbie’s movie was just one word, and as he held up his hands with a plaintive look, Rose immediately recognised the scene he was performing.

“Oliver!” she blurted out, half a second before Andrew did the same.

Robbie pointed at Rose. “Well done Rose,” he said. “Your turn!”

“Oh,” said Rose, nonplussed. She looked down at her towel.

“Just leave it there,” said Neville cheerfully. “You’ll only ‘ave to take it off to rearrange it when you sit down again, otherwise.”

Rose hesitated, and looked at Julie for support.

“It’s up to you, dear,” said Julie. “If you like, I can fetch you another towel...”

“No, it’s okay,” said Rose, blushing. “I suppose everyone’s already seen my panties anyway.” Keeping her hands clasped in front of her panties, she got to her feet, her bulging panties slipping out of the hole in which they had been nestling. When she turned around and looked down at the towel, she was surprised to see that there was only one faint brown streak along one side of the hole.

Standing in front of the television, feeling highly embarrassed, she mimed a movie camera.

“Film!” said several voices.

She held up two fingers.

“Two words!”

One finger.

“First word!”

Rose tucked her hands up under her armpits, squatted slightly, then began to strut slowly towards the sofa at the far end of the room, flapping her elbows and bobbing her head forwards with each step.

“Chicken!” said several people, and Rose nodded and straightened up.

“Chicken Little!” exclaimed Rita.

“Chicken Run!” said Raymond.

Rose turned around and pointed at Raymond. “Thank you for not making me run!” she said, eliciting a ripple of laughter from around the room.

Raymond got up, and Rose sat down, carefully guiding her poo-filled panties into the towel-lined hole in the support cushion. As she demurely folded the sides of the towel over her thighs and as much of her panties as she could cover, she idly reflected on the futility of this gesture. It was a good thing nobody seemed to mind her being skirtless, but it was very embarrassing to be so, nonetheless.

A couple of turns later, she correctly guessed Freddie’s movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. “Oh no!” she said, realising she would have to get up again. “My turn again?”

Raymond laughed. “Don’t worry Rose; everyone’s quite familiar with the sight of your panties now.”

“A toast to Rose,” said Neville, holding up his glass, “and ‘er poo-filled panties!”

“Neville!” said Julie in exasperation.

“It’s okay, Julie,” said Rose with an embarrassed chuckle as she got to her feet and walked over to the television, acutely aware that all eyes in the room were probably riveted to her bulging panties. She turned around, smiling bashfully. “I can see the funny side of all this. Neville can toast my panties if he likes; I don’t mind.”

“To Rose’s panties!” said Raymond, raising his glass.

“Rose’s panties!” said Robbie, raising his own glass (which contained Ribena).

“To Rose’s panties!” said Andrew and Rita together, raising their glasses. They were quickly followed by Freddie, Daphne, and Jeremy. Then even Julie, after rolling her eyes, raised her own glass. “To your panties, dear,” she said to Rose, with a little chuckle.

Rose giggled. “Thank you, everyone, for being so nice,” she said. “Okay.” She mimed a movie camera.

“Film!”

It was not long before Julie guessed her movie, The Sound of Music, and when she sat back down on her support cushion, she did not bother attempting to cover herself with the towel; there seemed little point.

A few minutes later, after Robbie had just guessed Andrew’s movie (Man of Steel), Julie said, “Much as I’m enjoying this, I should really get back to my tatties. Feel free to carry on without me.”

“Actually this might be a good place to stop,” said Jeremy. “Everyone’s had at least one turn, Julie has work to do, and I’m sure Gran will be out of the bathroom soon.”

“Rita and I should probably make a move,” said Andrew. “Before the roads get any worse.”

“Oh!” said Jeremy. “Right. Well, thank you for coming over!”

“It was lovely meeting you, Rose,” said Rita, getting to her feet and approaching Rose.

Rose stood up, and hugged Rita. “Lovely meeting you too!” she said. “I do hope we’ll see each other again soon.”

Then, as Rita took a step back, she opened her arms for Andrew, who was approaching for his own hug. “Welcome to the family, Rose,” he murmured.

“Thank you!” said Rose.

“Hey Rose,” said Robbie, “do you want to come up and see my train set?”

“It’s pretty impressive,” said Andrew. “He’s been building it up for years.”

“Um, sure!” said Rose.

“How about a photo first, though?” Jeremy suggested. “Of the whole family – before Andrew and Rita hit the road.”

“What about Gran?” asked Julie.

“Oh bother,” said Jeremy. “Well, maybe she’s finished in the bath; I’ll run upstairs and check.”

“Do you mind waiting a couple of minutes?” Julie asked anxiously.

“Not at all,” said Andrew.

“I’d better put my towel back on, if we’re taking photos!” said Rose.

“What, and cover up t’ thing that made this evening so memorable?” said Neville. “Please don’t!”

“Oh!” said Rose uncomfortably. She turned to Julie with a worried smile. “You wouldn’t really want my panties in a family photo, would you?”

“Dear, it’s entirely up to you,” said Julie soothingly. “Nobody is offended by your panties, and Neville’s right that they’ve made this evening rather memorable. But don’t let Neville, or anyone else, make you do something you’re not comfortable with. If you want to cover yourself with the towel, feel free.”

Rose nodded, and thought about consulting Raymond ... but decided he would almost certainly want her to leave her panties uncovered. While she was vacillating between whether to fetch the towel or not, Jeremy returned, carrying a large camera and a tripod. “Good news!” he said. “Gran’s coming down.”

“Oh!” said Rose. “So the bathroom’s free?”

“Indeed it is,” Jeremy confirmed. “But might I suggest we take photos before you clean up? I imagine that’ll take you a while, and we should let Andrew and Rita go. They’ve got quite a long drive ahead of them.”

“Oh, of course,” said Rose. She certainly did not want to hold anybody up.

“Neville was just saying he thinks Rose should leave her panties uncovered for the photo,” said Robbie.

“Well that’s up to Rose, surely?” said Jeremy.

Rose blushed. “I’m just not sure people would really want to see my panties in your family photo.”

Jeremy shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind,” he said. “It would be a nice reminder of a unique evening.”

“Is ... is that how everyone feels?” Rowe inquired doubtfully. “Can I, um, maybe have a show of hands of who would prefer me to leave the towel off? Be honest.”

Robbie and Neville immediately put their hands up. Jeremy, chuckling, did the same. Then, to her surprise, both Andrew and Rita raised their hands. “I’m sorry,” said Rita sheepishly. “I just think it’s kind of amusing.”

Rose giggled, pink-cheeked. “That’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind a bit of humour at my expense, as long as it’s not mean-spirited.”

“It’s not – not at all,” Rita assured her.

Freddie and Daphne had raised their hands too. “There’s just something rather refreshing about your free-spiritedness, Rose,” Daphne explained. “It takes me back to the days of my youth.”

“I just appreciate a nice pair of legs!” said Freddie.

Rose laughed. “Nothing wrong with that,” she said. “And thank you.” Then she noticed Julie reluctantly raising her own hand. “You too, Julie?”

Julie cleared her throat apologetically. “Not that you should let us influence you one way or another,” she said, “but I sort of find myself agreeing with the others.”

“Well that makes it easier!” said Rose with a smile. “I never would have thought I’d be comfortable being in company while skirtless ... and with poo in my panties! But you’re all just ... so nice! If you all want me to show my panties in your family photo, I’ll be pleased and honoured to do so.”

“Good lass, Rose!” said Neville. “That’s t’ spirit!”

“All right, Neville, don’t get too excited,” said Jeremy, setting his camera on the tripod. “Could everyone please gather in front of the TV?”

As the various family members arranged themselves in a line across the living room a couple of feet in front of the television, Rose found herself sandwiched between Raymond and Neville. When Raymond tried to put his arm around Rose’s waist, he found Neville’s arm already there, so he settled for holding her hand instead.

Rose felt a little uncomfortable with Neville’s arm around her, but she squeezed Raymond’s hand, and prepared to smile for the camera. Then an elderly woman shuffled into the room, wearing a dressing gown. “There’s a bit of a funny smell down here,” she remarked. Then she noticed Rose, and stared in shock at Rose’s panties. “Oh my!”

“Gran, this is Rose!” said Raymond. “Come and say hello!”

“Why is she only half-dressed?” asked Gran, bewildered.

“She did a big poo in ‘er panties!” Neville chortled. “And couldn’t do owt about it ‘cause of you ‘aving your bath!”

“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry!” said Gran, looking rather stricken.

“Oh please don’t worry about it!” said Rose. “Everyone’s been absolutely super. But as soon as we’re done with the photo-taking, I’ll be off upstairs to clean up.”

“Can you all shuffle inwards a bit?” asked Jeremy. “We’ll need to make room for Gran, and for myself. Perhaps the taller ones – Raymond and Andrew, and possibly Freddie and myself – could form a second row behind the others...?”

Neville took a small step backwards, and sidled behind Rose.

“Not you, Neville!” said Jeremy. “You’re barely taller than Rose.”

“I can look over ‘er shoulder,” said Neville, placing his hands on Rose’s waist and pressing up against her back, while leaning his chin over her right shoulder.

“Yes, but Neville,” Jeremy objected in exasperation, “you’re making it look like Rose is your fiancée instead of Raymond’s! Move over a bit ... and take your hands off her waist!”

“Yes Neville,” said Raymond with a smirk, “stop manhandling my fiancée.”

Grumbling inaudibly, Neville moved over a few inches, and removed his hands from Rose’s waist. Raymond then stepped behind Rose, and put his own hands around her, clasping his fingers together in front of her belly.

“Good, good,” said Jeremy, setting the timer on his camera. “Ready...? And ten, nine, eight...” He hurried to join the others as he continued to count down.

Rose was startled to feel her mass of poo suddenly pressing upward against her buttocks. Not hard, but quite firmly ... and then very slowly sliding around. What was Raymond doing back there? Except ... Raymond’s hands were around her middle. Neville!

“Say cheese!” said Jeremy.

“Cheese!”

The camera flashed, and Jeremy hurried back to check on the photo.

“Neville, are you groping my poo?” Rose inquired peevishly. Immediately she felt her poo fall away from her bottom.

“Oh my goodness – Neville!” exclaimed Julie, who clearly would not put anything past Neville.

“I was just pulling her panties up a bit,” Neville explained. “They were slipping down.”

“I’m sure Rose can do that herself!” said Julie.

“I can,” Rose confirmed. “I’m actually pretty good at pulling my panties up; I practise literally every day.”

This drew a laugh from everyone – even Neville. “I’m glad you’re able to take Neville’s shenanigans in such good spirit, Rose,” said Jeremy. “I would send him home, but I think he’s had a little too much to drink. Anyway, that was a good photo, except that Rose was looking rather alarmed...”

“Sorry!” said Rose.

“Quite understandable,” said Jeremy. “Let’s try again ... and this time, Neville, keep your hands to yourself!”

“I will,” Neville promised.

Sure enough, he did, and the second photo was perfect. “Jolly good!” said Jeremy. “Thank you all.”

“How about another one?” Neville suggested. “A fun one, where we’re all facing t’ television, and looking back at t’ camera over our shoulder?”

It took a moment for the implications of this to sink in. “Um!” said Rose, her cheeks turning pink.

“I think Rose has suffered enough embarrassment,” said Julie sternly, “without having her accident immortalised in a photo!”

“But she’s already shown she can be good-’umoured about it!” argued Neville. “And it’s a large part of what made this evening so memorable, isn’t it?”

“That’s a good point,” agreed Robbie. “I think it would be a funny photo.”

“Well we’re not doing it,” said Jeremy flatly. “Rose has been a wonderful sport about the whole thing, but I’m sure her good nature has limits! Amusing or not, I’m not going to subject her to any further...”

“You know, it’s okay,” Rose said suddenly. Perhaps it was the mulled wine and three sherries talking, but she was feeling strangely relaxed about being around these people with her panties full of poo. They did not seem to regard it as a big deal, and maybe it would be best if she just accepted the inevitable gentle teasing that would go along with having photographic evidence of her accident. It was not like they would be sending the photo out to relatives in a Christmas letter or anything; no doubt it would be relegated to a subfolder on a hard drive, ready to be resurrected at some future time, when reminiscing on this evening would be a nice, nostalgic affair. She giggled a little. “You can photograph the back of my panties if you like; it’s not like I expect anyone to pretend that my accident never happened. I seem to have provided you all with some unexpected entertainment this evening; why not immortalise it? I’m sure we’ll all be laughing about it for years to come.”

Jeremy stared at her in surprise. Then he laughed. “You’re extraordinary, Rose!” He said. “Very well then – about face, everyone!”

“Really?” asked Julie anxiously. “Are you sure about this, dear? I’d just hate to think of you crying yourself to sleep over this!”

“Oh, I won’t,” Rose assured her. “It’s okay, really. I don’t mind at all.”

Along with the rest of the family, she turned to face the television, then she looked back at the camera over her right shoulder.

“Right!” said Jeremy. “Ten, nine, eight...” He rushed to take his own place behind his wife, then he looked back at the camera and said, “Say cheese!”

“Cheese!”

The photo was taken, the gathering dispersed, and Andrew and Rita left. Then Freddie said, “You know, we should probably be getting home too.”

“That might be wise,” said Jeremy. “Looks like the wind’s picking up out there. You don’t want to he driving home in a blizzard, even if it’s just a mile and a half.”

“Indeed,” Freddie agreed. “Well, it was lovely meeting you, Rose. We’ll see you again tomorrow!”

“Oh good!” said Rose, as she hugged Daphne. “I was wondering if you’d be coming over for Christmas.”

“We wouldn’t miss it!” said Daphne. “Julie’s easily the best cook in the family.”

“Oh hush,” said Julie, smiling. “Drive safely, Mum.”

“Bye, Rose,” said Freddie, hugging her. “You’re certainly an interesting addition to the family!”

“Um, thanks!” said Rose. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Oh it is,” said Freddie with a smile.

Once he and Daphne had left, Julie sighed. “Well I’d better get back to the kitchen. Those tatties won’t peel themselves!”

“Oh, let me help you with that!” said Rose eagerly. “I’d love to do something to help.”

“I’d certainly enjoy some company in the kitchen,” said Julie. “But I’m sure you’d rather get upstairs to clean up!”

“Yes, well I’ll clean up first obviously,” said Rose.

“You said you would come and see my train set!” Robbie objected.

“Oh yes!” said Rose. “Well, can that wait until after I’ve helped your mum? My clean-up shouldn’t take long, and...”

“I think it’s likely to take a while,” said Neville with a chuckle. “Flushing all that lot, wi’ t’ toilet upstairs?”

“Oh goodness – I hadn’t thought about that,” said Jeremy, looking concerned. “Neville’s right; it might take you a while.”

“So do your clean-up afterwards,” said Robbie. “What difference will it make, at this point?”

Rose chuckled ruefully. “Not much, I suppose. But will Julie want me in the kitchen like this? I mean ... hygiene...”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that,” said Julie. “It all seems to be staying in one piece in your panties. And I’ve got so used to the smell I’m not even noticing it anymore. My bigger concern is that you’re probably desperate to get all that poo out of your panties. I imagine it feels rather disgusting!”

Rowe shrugged. “Like you, I’ve sort of got used to it,” she said. “Another half-hour or so won’t kill me. So ... potatoes, then train set, then clean-up?”

“Okay,” said Robbie. “See you upstairs!”

“Actually,” said Rose, “I wouldn’t mind using the bathroom first anyway – just for, you know, a number one...”

“Go ahead!” said Julie. “I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”

Rose picked up her skirt from the living room floor, and took it upstairs with her. Dropping off the skirt in Raymond’s bedroom, she went to the bathroom and locked herself in. Then she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, and slowly lowered them down.

“Jesus!” she whispered in dismay, as she stared down at the huge mound of poo nestling in the back of her panties. It seemed to consist of several long, thick, lumpy brown turds, all compressed together in a chaotic, yet cohesive, mass about eight inches in diameter. A ridge running down the middle showed where it had squished up between her buttocks when she had settled some of her weight on it. Sitting down, she peed, then she wiped herself dry with a handful of toilet paper. Then, gritting her teeth, she tried wiping her bottom.

Unfortunately, her poo had become dry and crusty on and between her buttocks. She moistened another handful of toilet paper, and spent a couple of minutes soaking and wiping the smears of poo from her skin. Eventually she was satisfied with her work, though she realised of course that it was a rather futile effort, given that she was about to pull her messy panties back up.

She flushed the toilet, and carefully drew her panties back up her legs, shuddering as her poo came into contact with her buttocks and nudged between them. Then she glanced down into the toilet bowl, and noticed with alarm that the weak flow of water from under the rim was doing a very poor job of flushing all of the used toilet paper down the narrow-looking U-bend. “Jeez, when was this thing made? The 1800s?” she muttered.

Accompanied by a prolonged, noisy gurgling sound from the cistern, the water kept coming, and coming ... and at long last, the sodden mass of toilet paper at the base of the bowl slipped away, and was gone. Rose heaved a sigh of relief.

But now she had a bigger problem. She could not imagine being able to flush away all of the poo in her panties in one go; the whole bathroom would probably flood. It would have to be done piecemeal, which would almost certainly be a thoroughly gross and time-consuming process.

She washed her hands, left the bathroom, and went back downstairs. When she entered the kitchen, she said, “Sorry that took me a while. Shall I use the sink for peeling?”

“Yes, that’ll be fine,” said Julie. “We have a compost bin for the peelings; it’s in the cupboard by your right knee.”

“Okay!” said Rose. And she began to peel potatoes, while Julie worked on putting mince pies together.

“I’m going to bed, dear,” Gran announced from the doorway. “Rose, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m sorry it was so brief; my fault entirely.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time tomorrow,” said Rose with a warm smile. “Have a good night!”

“Goodnight, Mum,” said Julie. “Sleep well.”

In the living room, Raymond and Jeremy were talking politics. Neville, having just downed a glass of whisky, got to his feet a little unsteadily. “I’ll be off, then,” he said. “Goodnight, lads. I’ll just go and say goodnight to t’ ladies.”

Jeremy looked at him suspiciously. “How much have you had to drink, Neville?” he asked.

“Not too much,” said Neville. “I can drive.”

“You’re swaying on your feet, man!” said Raymond.

Jeremy sighed. “You’d better stay the night,” he said. “We’ll make up the sofa-bed in here. Go and tell Julie, please – if you can make it to the kitchen without falling over!”

Nodding, Neville tottered through to the kitchen, where his eyes lit up at the sight of Rose peeling potatoes at the sink, her hugely bulging panties on full display. “Ay up,” he said.

Julie noted where he was looking, and frowned. “You off, Neville?” she inquired politely.

“Apparently not,” said Neville. “Jeremy thinks I’m a little t’ worse for wear wi’ t’ booze. He wants me to sleep on t’ sofa-bed.”

“Oh!” said Julie. She sighed. “Really Neville! All right, I’d better go and get some sheets and a blanket for it.” She walked over to the sink. “Excuse me, dear, do you mind if I quickly rinse my hands?”

“Not at all!” said Rose, standing aside.

Once Julie had washed and dried her hands, and left the room, Rose resumed peeling potatoes.

“You know,” said Neville, “this may sound odd, but it’s actually quite a sexy sight, you standing there with no skirt and a load of poo in your panties.”

“Um ... thanks...” said Rose uncomfortably.

He came up behind her, and put his hands on her waist, just as he had done before the photo. “Raymond doesn’t know how lucky he is.” He began sliding his hands further around her front, and slowly upward.

“Neville,” said Rose, taking hold of his left wrist with her left hand, “may I remind you that I’m holding a rather sharp potato peeler.”

Neville leaned against her, and said in her ear, “Oh go on,” he said, “give us a kiss.” Then he slid his right hand further up, and grasped her right breast through her jumper. He tried the same with his left hand, but Rose was pushing down too hard on his wrist.

“Seriously, Neville?” said Rose, dropping the potato peeler and grabbing his right wrist. She pulled his hand off her breast. “Do you do this kind of thing with Rita?”

“Rita isn’t as sexy as you,” Neville remarked.

Rose could not help feeling a little flattered by this; Rita was very attractive. “Well how about this?” she said. “Let go of me, or I’ll go and put on my tracksuit bottoms.”

Neville let go immediately, and stepped back. “That would be a crime!” he said.

“That’s as may be,” she replied, turning around, “but if you want to enjoy this view, you’ll need to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Oh fine,” Neville grumbled.

Satisfied that she had put him in his place, and rather pleased with herself for how she had handled the situation, Rose turned back to the sink. She probably ought to be angrier with Neville than she was ... but in truth, she simply did not feel particularly threatened by him. He was a little taller than she was, but he was very thin, and in his seventies; she had total confidence in her ability to fight him off, if it came to that. She was more afraid of him falling and breaking a hip, than of him managing to have his way with her.

She could feel his eyes on her panties as she worked. It had not occurred to her that she might look sexy with poo in her panties; she was fairly sure that Raymond did not think so. That was a shame; it would make her humiliation easier to bear if she knew her fiancé was enjoying the view.

Not that she was feeling much of a sense of humiliation now, of course. The warm welcome and kindness that her future in-laws had shown her had made her feel almost completely at ease, despite her exposed and poo-filled panties.

“So, Neville,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. But to her surprise, he had gone.

A few moments later, Julie returned. “How are you getting on?” she asked.

“Oh, fine,” Rose replied. She dropped another peeled potato in the pan. “Neville got a bit handsy,” she remarked carelessly. “I don’t like to tell tales, but he...”

“Ugh!” said Julie. “I’m so sorry, Rose. I’ll tell Neville he can’t stay the night.”

“Oh there’s no need for that!” said Rose hurriedly. “He’s too drunk to drive. I don’t want to be responsible for him having an accident.”

“Jeremy can drop him off at his home,” said Julie. “And pick him up again tomorrow.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Rose insisted. “The weather’s bad; frankly I don’t think anyone should be driving in this. Don’t worry about me; I can handle Neville.”

“Are you sure?” asked Julie fretfully. “I hate to think of him ruining your stay...”

“He hasn’t, and he won’t,” Rose assured her. “But honestly ... has he always been like this?”

“Pretty much,” Julie admitted. “In his younger days he was actually very good-looking, and quite the ladies’ man. He got away with a lot of behaviour that he really shouldn’t have ... and he never saw the error of his ways.”

“Huh!” said Rose. “And how come he’s got such a thick accent? He’s Freddie’s brother, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” said Julie, “but the two of them had quite different upbringings. Freddie’s six years older than Neville, and he went to boarding schools ... which he hated. Neville refused point blank to do the same, so he went to the local state school, and mixed with the local children rather than the children of the southern well-to-do.”

“Interesting,” said Rose. “Well, I think I prefer how Freddie turned out!”

“As do we all, dear,” agreed Julie.

Once she had finished with the potatoes, Rose threw away the peelings. “All done!” she said.

“Thank you very much for your help, dear,” said Julie. “Now you run along upstairs; I’m sure Robbie’s champing at the bit.”

“Okay!” said Rose.” She climbed the stairs, her mass of poo bumping against her buttocks alternately with each step, and soon found Robbie’s room; the door was open, and he was sitting on his bed, watching television. He looked up as Rose entered.

“Hi!” he said, a trifle eagerly.

“I’m ready to see this train set of yours, Future Brother-In-Law,” said Rose.

“Good!” said Robbie, swinging his legs off his bed. “Then follow me, Future Sister-In-Law!”

Outside on the landing, he reached up and grabbed a handle attached to a trapdoor in the ceiling. Pulling on it, he opened the door, on the other side of which was attached an extensible wooden ladder. He slid back a metal bolt, lowered the next section of ladder, slid back a second bolt, and lowered the final section, which handily reached the floor.

“Ladies first,” he said, with a slight gleam in his eye.

Perhaps Robbie shared his great-uncle’s poo fetish, Rose thought to herself. “The Ladies First rule doesn’t apply to climbing ladders,” she said, amused. “After you, Robbie.”

Looking a little disappointed, the teenager turned towards the ladder, and began to ascend. Once his feet had passed her head, Rose began to follow him. But the rungs of the ladder were narrow, and she was wearing high-ish heels. She quickly realised that it would not be entirely safe to climb this ladder in heels.

“I think I’d better take my shoes off,” she announced.

“Good idea,” said Robbie, from the loft. “You probably shouldn’t climb the ladder in high heels; you might lose your footing.”

“I’d just come to the same conclusion,” said Rose. “I’ll be up in a second.”

She went into Raymond’s room, kicked off her shoes, and then returned to the ladder ... just as Neville was coming up the stairs. “Oh, are you going up into the loft?” he inquired.

“Yes,” Rose replied. “I’m just going to look at Robbie’s train set.” She set her bare left foot on the ladder, and began to ascend.

Neville stopped at the foot of the ladder, and grinned up at Rose’s bulging panties. “Have fun!” he said.

As Rose climbed into the loft, she was immediately struck by two things. Firstly, by how incredibly warm the room was, and secondly, by how incredibly elaborate Robbie’s train set was. He had constructed an entire country in miniature, it seemed, complete with green papier-mâché hills, blue-painted rivers, little villages, roads, at least a hundred little trees dotted around in clumps and individually here and there ... and an impressively sophisticated layout of train tracks, comprising junctions, sidings, bridges, a tunnel, and a three-platform station at the far end. She counted five trains, ranging in size from a little blue steam engine with three cars, to a very long high-speed train with a Virgin logo on the side of the locomotive. Three of the trains, including these two, were moving; the other two were sitting still on sidings.

“This is amazing!” exclaimed Rose. “You built all this yourself?”

“Most of it,” said Robbie modestly. “Dad helped. It was originally Dad’s set, but I’ve added to it, and I made the papier-mâché stuff myself.”

The layout covered about half of the loft’s floorspace, and was concentrated around the edges, leaving plenty of room in the middle for moving around. The hole in the floor was surrounded by a nine-inch-high wall, presumably to minimise the chances of someone accidentally falling down the ladder, but Rose did not want to take any chances; she moved as far away from the hole as she could.

“Do you want to take the controls?” Robbie asked, indicating a complicated-looking controller.

“I’ll just watch you, thanks,” said Rose with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t know what to do.” She tugged at her jumper. “Ugh, why is it so hot up here?”

“Sorry, that’s my fault,” said Robbie. “This is normally the coldest room of the house, at least in the winter, so we keep a fan heater up here. I came up here earlier and switched it on, and then forgot to come back and switch it off again. It doesn’t take long to warm up the room. But that’s why I’m in a t-shirt now. Feel free to take off your jumper – you must be roasting.” He grinned.

Rose was not inclined to give the boy a cheap thrill ... but on the other hand, he was right: she was uncomfortably warm, and starting to sweat. “I think I will,” she said, and she pulled the garment up and over her head. She folded it up and set it down next to the trapdoor hole. Now she was wearing just her poo-laden panties and a little white cami top, with a bra beneath. “That’s better,” she said, with a sigh of relief.

Robbie demonstrated how he could control all of his locomotives individually, and even some of the points and other accessories. But as he sent his Flying Scotsman through a tree-filled valley, he said, “Would you mind changing the points over there in the corner? The ones next to the duck pond? I can’t switch them with this.”

“Sure!” said Rose ... but then she realised that she would need to lean far out over the miniature landscape, while facing directly away from Robbie. He would have a perfect view of her poo-filled panties – and perhaps that was his plan. But she had already agreed to the task, and did not want to make a fuss (or a possibly unjustified assumption about his intent), so she crawled towards the corner, leaned over, and switched the points. Then she sat back on her heels (delicately) and turned around.

“Watch,” said Robbie, nodding towards the train.

Reluctantly, Rose turned back, though keeping her body presented somewhat sideways to Robbie’s view, and watched as the train cruised past a crane and then under a bridge. “Oh bother!” said Robbie. “I thought the points were the other way. “Hang on, let me reverse the train a bit.” He slowly backed up the train until the locomotive was behind the points again. “Now can you change the points back please?”

Once again, Rose leaned over and changed the points. Just then, a flash of light illuminated the loft. Startled, she turned around, and saw Neville’s head and shoulders protruding from the hole in the floor. He was holding a large camera – it looked like Jeremy’s – and grinning.

“Neville, did you just take a photo of my panties?” Rose demanded in an exasperated tone.

“Yes!” he said, entirely unapologetic. “And a lovely photo it is, too!”

“Can I see?” asked Robbie, scooting himself over to the hatch.

“No!” said Rose quickly. But Neville was already showing Robbie the digital display on the back of the camera. Rose sighed. “I’m so glad you’re having so much fun at my expense,” she said.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” said Neville, unruffled. “Not many women could look as good as you do, wi’ panties full of poo.”

“That’s all very well,” said Rose sternly, “but you should really ask permission before taking a candid photo like that.”

“But then it wouldn’t be candid, would it?” Neville argued. “Besides, it’s not like you’d give permission anyway.”

“I might!” said Rose defensively. “You never know until you ask.”

“Fine,” said Neville. “Rose, may I please take a nice sexy photo of your bottom in those lovely white poo-filled panties?”

Rose was about to retort, “No!”, but it quickly occurred to her that this would just prove Neville’s point. “All right,” she conceded reluctantly. “Just one. But not in front of Robbie. He’s only sixteen!”

“Why not?” protested Robbie. “It’s not like you’re naked!”

“Sorry, but I just think it’s inappropriate,” said Rose firmly.

“Downstairs, then?” asked Neville. “After you’re done up here?”

“Fine,” said Rose with a sigh. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Great!” said Neville, and he disappeared down the ladder.

Robbie continued to show off his train set for another half hour, and would probably have continued even longer, but in the uncomfortable warmth of the loft, Rose was starting to get a little thirsty. “I’d better not keep Neville waiting,” she said apologetically. “I love your train set though – it’s truly amazing.”

“Thank you!” said Robbie, pleased.

Rose climbed carefully over the little wall around the ladder hatch, placed one foot on to the top rung, then descended to the landing below. The comparatively cool air was a welcome change.

“Hello, Rose!” said Julie, coming out of the master bedroom. “Goodness, every time I see you, you’re wearing less and less!”

“I’m so sorry!” said Rose, embarrassed. “It was just so hot in the loft! I was sweltering!”

“Oh, did Robbie leave the heater on too long again?” asked Julie, nodding. “Well I don’t blame you for shedding a layer – and please don’t think I was criticising! I want you to feel at home here, so by all means wear whatever you feel comfortable in.”

“Thank you,” said Rose. “I’d better fetch my jumper, though – I seem to have left it upstairs.”

Julie called up the stairs. “Robbie?”

“Yes Mum?”

“Could you please toss down Rose’s jumper?”

A moment later, Rose’s jumper came tumbling down the ladder. Rose caught it, and smiled. “Thanks Robbie!” she called upward.

“Don’t feel you have to put it on right away,” said Julie. “I’m sure you want to cool down first.”

“Thanks,” said Rose gratefully. “That would be nice. I’ll just pop it in my room for the moment, then.”

“I was about to go to the bathroom,” said Julie, “but if you want to clean up first...”

“Oh, no!” said Rose. “Unfortunately I think my clean-up will take a while. I don’t want to keep anyone waiting in the meantime. If people are starting to get ready for bed, perhaps I should wait until everyone’s done...”

“Oh, but dear,” said Julie, looking concerned, “I’d hate to think we’re all forcing you to stay in your messy panties all evening! You must be getting desperate to clean up!”

“It’s fine, really,” Rose assured her. “The smell seems to be getting less bad all the time – or else I’m just getting used to it – and nobody’s being mean to me about it, so I’m happy to stay like this as long as I need to. Besides, Neville somehow persuaded me to pose for another photo.” She rolled her eyes. “It seems he likes the look of my full panties.”

Julie shuddered. “Oh my!” she said. “And you’re indulging him? After he groped you?”

Rose shrugged awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to,” she said. “I was trying to make a point about asking permission before he takes photos of people ... and then, when he asked permission, I didn’t feel I could just say ‘No’... So I said he could take just one ... as long as it wasn’t in front of Robbie.”

“This was upstairs?” asked Julie, her eyes widening.

“Yes,” Rose admitted, suddenly worried she was in trouble. “Sorry – I did try to handle it as well as I could, with Robbie’s age in mind.”

Julie took Rose’s hands in hers. “You did the right thing, dear,” she said. “Thank you. Just don’t let Neville take advantage of you; he’s a rascal that way!”

“I won’t,” Rose promised her, nodding.

She dropped off her jumper in Raymond’s bedroom, then she slowly and carefully descended the stairs, and re-entered the living room. Jeremy was there, along with Neville and Raymond. “Ah, Rose!” said Jeremy. “Wow, er...”

“Sorry, I know I’m a little underdressed!” said Rose, suddenly worried that Jeremy might not be as understanding as Julie. “It was terribly hot in the loft, so...”

“Oh!” said Jeremy. “Yes, the loft’s either too cold or too hot. Never mind, never mind – nobody’s offended. Come in! I’m just heading upstairs, myself, but ... do you fancy another drink?”

“Actually I am quite thirsty,” said Rose. “Some more of that lovely mulled wine wouldn’t go amiss.”

“Coming right up!” said Jeremy happily. “I see you haven’t had a chance to clean up yet ... Raymond, why don’t you set up Rose’s support cushion and towel on a comfier chair?” He began to pour some mulled wine into a clean glass.

“I’m sorry I haven’t cleaned up,” said Rose. “Julie was about to use the bathroom, and I didn’t want to hold her up. Then it occurred to me I should probably let everyone else get ready for bed first. Then I can clean myself up, and it won’t matter how long it takes.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you!” said Jeremy, handing her the glass. “But I don’t like to think of you having to stay up late and lose sleep because of having to wait for the rest of us.”

Rose smiled. “It’s fine,” she said. “I can handle one short night. And we don’t have to be up early tomorrow ... do we?”

“Well,” said Raymond, “church is at 9:30, so we’ll be having breakfast at, what, eight-ish?” He set down the cushion and towel in one of the armchairs.

“Yes, thereabouts,” said Jeremy. “But Rose, don’t feel you have to join us for the service, or even breakfast, if you need a lie-in.”

“It’s Christmas!” said Rose, laughing. “Of course I’ll join you. I wouldn’t dream of missing out on all of your Christmas traditions!” She slowly lowered her poo-filled panties into the hollow space in the middle of the cushion, then settled her weight down.

“All right then!” said Jeremy. “Jolly good. Well, I suppose I’ll be heading upstairs, then. Got a couple of things to do before bed. Are you done with my camera, Neville?”

“Not quite,” said Neville, grinning mischievously.

Jeremy arched an eyebrow. “Uh-oh!” he said good-humouredly. “I know that look. What are you planning, Neville?”

“He wants to photograph my panties,” said Rose, rolling her eyes a little. She was rather hoping Jeremy might be able to get her out of her agreement to let Neville take a sexy photo of her bottom and full panties.

“Neville!” said Jeremy, turning red with annoyance. “You really are the limit! What makes you think it’s okay to do that?”

“You did it yourself, earlier!” Neville protested.

“Only with Rose’s express permission!” Jeremy pointed out.

“I have that!” said Neville. “Rose said I could take a sexy photo of her bum and her messy panties!”

“She did?” inquired Jeremy in surprise.

“You did?” Raymond demanded, turning to Rose.

Rose felt beset from all sides. “Well I’m sorry!” she said defensively. “But he’d already taken one, without asking, and I told him he ought to ask permission first. Which he then did. I didn’t want to punish him for asking permission, so I agreed to pose for just one photo.”

“Without checking with me!” said Raymond, looking increasingly annoyed.

“You weren’t there!” said Rose, her voice climbing. “ I had to make a decision!”

“I was hardly in Shanghai!” retorted Raymond. “I was just downstairs!”

“Raymond, I think you’re being a little unfair,” Jeremy chided his son. “It sounds to me like Rose dealt with an awkward situation the best she could.”

“Thank you!” said Rose.

“Look,” said Raymond, becoming redder and redder in the face. “Let’s get some perspective here! Neville groped Rose – my fiancée! Then he took a sexy photo of her, without permission! Now I know Neville’s Neville, and he’s not likely to change his ways ... but to encourage him by agreeing to pose for another sexy photo? Fuck that! That’s not okay!”

“Raymond...” said Jeremy, frowning.

“No, Dad,” Raymond continued, with increasing vehemence. “I might not actually mind too much, if we were talking about actual sexy photos, which I would enjoy seeing myself. But we’re not, are we? We’re talking about revolting, disgusting photos of Rose’s poo! I don’t want to see that! And I don’t want to think of Neville getting off on that! He’s entitled to have his disgusting fetishes, but I’m buggered if I want my fiancée indulging them!”

“Raymond!” Jeremy snapped, noting Rose’s hurt expression. “You’re out of order. I think you should go up to your room and cool off a bit.”

“Oh great,” said Raymond bitterly. “Take Rose’s side. Take Neville’s side. Take anyone’s side but mine, eh Dad?”

“Rose, I’m so sorry about my son’s behaviour,” said Jeremy. “I think maybe...”

“Jesus, Dad!” exclaimed Raymond. “You’re apologising for me now?”

“Well somebody needs to!” said Jeremy.

“Oh stop it, please!” cried Rose, distressed. “I feel awful! I feel like this is all my fault!”

Jeremy was instantly contrite. “I’m so sorry, Rose,” he said. “I’m being a terrible host.”

Raymond, looking a little sheepish, said, “No you’re not, Dad. You’re standing up for Rose, which I ought to be happy about, I suppose. Rose ... I’m sorry. I know I overreacted. Dad’s right: I should go and cool off upstairs for a bit.”

“May I ask what t’ status is on t’ photo issue?” Neville inquired.

“Good grief, Neville!” said Jeremy.

Raymond pursed his lips, his irritation returning. “Whatever – if Rose has agreed to it, then fine,” he said. “Take your photo. Take a hundred photos, for all I care. Just as long as I don’t have to see them!” He got up, marched out of the room, and trotted upstairs.

“Oh dear,” said Jeremy with a sigh. “I am sorry, Rose. In Raymond’s defence, I think he was just upset with the idea of Neville taking advantage of you.”

“Then ‘e ought to be ‘aving a go at me, not at Rose!” Neville remarked.

“Very true, Neville,” Jeremy agreed. “And I hope you’re feeling ashamed of yourself for causing all this friction.”

“Oh aye,” said Neville. “I’m very ashamed. Can we do t’ photo now?”

Rose sighed. “I hate to go back on my word, Neville,” she said, “but clearly Raymond hates the idea. I don’t want to upset him any further.”

“But he agreed!” said Neville. “He said we could take a hundred photos!”

“I don’t think he really meant it,” said Rose.

“But ‘e said it, nonetheless!” insisted Neville. “Perhaps, like you, ‘e would just like to be asked. Why don’t you go and ask ‘is permission?”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea, Rose,” said Jeremy. “It would give the two of you a chance to smooth things over, at least.”

Rose nodded, and carefully got up. “Just don’t go getting your hopes up, Neville!” she said.

“I won’t,” he promised.

Heading back upstairs, Rose hesitantly entered Raymond’s bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, brooding. “Hi,” she said softly.

“Rose, I’m sorry,” said Raymond, looking up. “I behaved rather badly, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay,” she said, feeling a rush of relief. “I just really don’t want to be the cause of you falling out with your dad.”

Raymond shook his head. “Oh, Dad and I are fine,” he said. “We’re quite used to snapping at each other and getting over it. I’m more worried about my relationship with you.”

“Why?” asked Rose in surprise. “Just because I agreed to let Neville take a sexy photo of me? You ... you don’t see him as a threat to you, do you?”

“Neville? God no!” said Raymond. “And ... look ... Rose ... I have a little confession to make.”

“Oh?” said Rose, wondering where this was going.

Raymond sighed. “The idea of Neville pawing at you,” he said. “It’s actually ... I find it quite amusing, more than anything else. I mean, he’s such an old perv ... I’ve always found his antics rather entertaining. When Dad told me he’d groped your breast ... I must admit, I was more inclined to laugh than be upset.”

“Oh!” said Rose, a little shocked. “So ... why the extreme reaction to the photo thing?”

“It’s the poo!” said Raymond. “The idea of him ogling you is ... somewhat gratifying, even titillating ... but it’s sort of ruined by the poo thing. I just ... I just can’t enjoy the sight, or the smell, or even the idea of it! Having you walk around in your panties is exciting ... or should be ... but the second you turn your back ... ugh!”

“I suppose I can’t blame you for that,” conceded Rose, though she could not help feeling a little hurt. “Neville certainly enjoys it, though.”

“I know!” said Raymond. “And that’s the problem. And therein lies my shameful hypocrisy. I’m quite happy for him to ogle you, and even grope you ... but if the focus is on your messy panties, that just kills it for me.”

“I see,” said Rose slowly. The revelation that Raymond was ‘happy’ for his pervy old uncle to grope her was a little shocking ... but given that fact, it certainly was a bit rich for Raymond to fault her for indulging his uncle in the wrong way.

“So you’d be happy for me to pose for sexy photos for Neville, if my panties were clean?” she inquired wryly.

Raymond nodded ruefully. “When you put it like that, it does sound a little unreasonable of me, doesn’t it?” he said.

“Just a little,” she agreed.

“I’m not likely to get over my hang-up about your poo,” said Raymond, “but I really shouldn’t have objected to the photo. Did Neville take one already?”

“No,” Rose replied. “I didn’t want to let him, until I’d talked it out with you.”

Raymond nodded. “Thank you for that,” he said. “Go on, then – go and give him what he wants. With my blessing. Assuming you’re okay with it, of course.”

“I agreed to it,” said Rose with a shrug. “I suppose it’s a little weird, but it helps that I have your approval.”

“Maybe,” said Raymond hesitantly, “you could take one ... for me? You know, one where your poo isn’t showing.”

Rose chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure Neville won’t mind taking more than one photo.”

“Take several, if you like,” said Raymond generously. “As long as there’s something for me to enjoy, I’ll be happy.”

Rose bent down and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m glad we’re okay. You had me worried there for a bit.”

“Me too,” he admitted. “Now go, and have fun.”

Rose smirked. “I’m not sure it’ll be as fun for me as for Neville,” she said, “or even for you ... but I’ll try.”

She went back downstairs to the living room, where Neville was just draining the last of his latest drink. “Ah, Rose!” he said, looking pleased. “‘Ow did it go?”

“Very well, actually,” said Rose. “Raymond’s calmed down a lot, and he said it’s fine for us to take some photos.”

“Some?” Neville asked in surprise, a grin spreading across his face.

“Well ... yes,” said Rose, her cheeks reddening. “It seems he’ll get some enjoyment out of them too ... as long as my poo isn’t visible. He doesn’t like the poo thing like you seem to.”

“‘Is loss!” said Neville happily. “But yes, we can certainly take some wi’ Raymond in mind ... as long as we can take some wi’ t’ poo showing, as well.”

“I suppose so,” Rose agreed reluctantly. “So, um ... how do you want me?”

“Across me lap,” said Neville with a grin, “wi’ me hand raised, like I’m giving you a spanking for messing your panties.”

“No!” said Rose firmly. “That’s much too naughty – and totally humiliating. Besides, who would take the photo?”

“I’ll set t’ camera on t’ tripod, and set t’ timer,” said Neville. “I know ‘ow to work it.”

“It’s still a ‘no’,” said Rose. “Try again.”

“Hmm,” said Neville. “‘Ow about you squat on one o’ them dining chairs,” he suggested, “leaning back against t’ chair, wi’ your thighs spread wide apart, and...”

“No!” said Rose again. “Don’t push your luck, Neville! I’m not doing any super-lewd poses for you.”

“All right,” said Neville, looking disappointed. “Then ‘ow about you face away from me, then bend down, put your ‘ands on your knees, and look back at me?”

“Much better,” said Rose approvingly. “I can do that.” She turned away from Neville, bent over, and put her hands on her knees. “Like this?” she asked, looking back at him past her right knee.

Neville raised Jeremy’s camera, zoomed out until her whole body was in the frame, squeezed the button until her bulging panties came into sharp focus, and then took the photo. “Perfect!” he said. “Would you like another drink?”

Rose straightened up and turned around. “For a photo shoot like this, I definitely need plenty of Dutch courage!” She said with a chuckle. “More mulled wine, please – it’s good stuff.”

“It is,” Neville agreed. He refilled her glass, and handed it to her. “Can you lie down for the next photo, please?”

“Maybe,” said Rose guardedly, after taking a sip. “Depends on the pose. I can’t be on my back or the poo will get squished.”

“Not if your knees are up, surely?” said Neville. “In fact, what about if your legs are straight up in t’ air?”

“Hmm,” said Rose. She took a gulp from her glass, then set it down, and carefully lay down on the floor, on her side. As she rolled on to her back, she raised her legs up vertically, and crossed her ankles. Then she tucked her hands behind her head. “How’s this?”

“Very nice!” said Neville, moving into a position where he had a good view of both her bulging panties and her face. “Quite artistic, actually!” He took a couple of photos, from slightly different angles. “Now lower your feet to t’ floor, but keep your knees up.”

Rose did as he instructed, and Neville crouched, so that he still had a good view of her panty-bulge, resting on the carpet beneath her angled thighs. He took another photo, then stood up. Standing directly in front of her feet, he said, “All right, now move your knees and feet apart so I can see your bulging panties from up ‘ere.”

“Neville,” said Rose, frowning slightly, “I told you I’m not spreading my legs for you. That’s just too naughty a pose.”

“I’m not asking for a full spread,” Neville argued. “Just enough to get a nice view of the bulge.”

Reluctantly, Rose shuffles her feet apart six inches or so, then she parted her knees. “A little more,” said Neville, his eyes widening. “A little more ... just s bit more...”

“That’s as far as I’m going!” Rose warned him, with her knees about eight inches apart.

“Okay, okay,” said Neville. He took a couple more photos. “Now, I’d like to be in t’ next one, so I’ll pop this on t’ tripod.” As he set it up, Rose got to her feet again, and finished off her drink.

Neville picked up the tripod, and set it down about eight feet in front of one of the dining chairs. Auto-focusing the camera on the front of the chair, he switched to manual focus, and set the timer to take three photos, one second apart, with a ten-second delay.

“All right,” he said, “stand by t’ chair, with your back to t’ camera. I’ll be sitting in t’ chair. Bend over a bit, and look back and smile at t’ camera.”

“Okay,” said Rose, nodding. This was no worse than the previous photos. She assumed her position by the chair, and waited for Neville to take the photo.

“Right,” said Neville. “It’ll take three photos, so keep smiling until t’ third.” He pressed the button, and hurried over to the chair, counting down with the camera’s beeps. “And smile!” He grinned at the camera, as it clicked once, then twice. At this point he raised his right hand, reached across to his left side, and cupped Rose’s panty-bulge just as the camera snapped the third photo.

“Naughty man!” said Rose in exasperation, as she stood up straight. “All right, I think I’ve been very generous. Can we take some photos that Raymond would like?”

“Sure!” said Neville. “What do you ‘ave in mind?”

Rose thought for a moment, then realised that she had no idea what sort of photos to take for her fiancé. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Just some nice sexy poses in which my messy panties aren’t showing.”

“But t’ front of your panties are all right to show?” asked Neville.

“Yes, absolutely,” said Rose. “He’d like that, I’m sure.”

“I ‘ave an idea, then,” said Neville. “Lie down lengthwise on t’ couch, facing t’ camera. Your poo will be be’ind you, so ‘e won’t see it.”

“I like that,” said Rose, nodding. She carefully lay on the couch, on her side, and then she stretched up her right arm, which had been beneath her, folded it back at the elbow, and laid her cheek upon her palm.

“Lovely pose!” said Neville, snapping a couple of photos. “Can I be in t’ next one too?”

Rose was inclined to say no, but it occurred to her that Raymond would enjoy seeing Neville ogling her in a photo. “All right,” she said. “Perhaps you could be ogling my panties or something; I believe that would amuse Raymond.”

“Ee!” said Neville, his entire face brightening. “Right, ‘ow about this? You stand in front of t’ camera, and I’ll kneel be’ind you, ‘olding your ‘ips and peering around at t’ front of your panties?”

Raymond would love this, Rose was sure. “Yes, I dare say he might like that,” she remarked carelessly.

“Great!” said Neville. He set up the camera again, and started the timer. Shuffling as quickly as he could around behind Rose, he knelt down on the floor, grasped her hips ... and heard the third click of the camera, just as he was starting to peer around her left hip.

“Oh dear,” he said.

“I think maybe the timer isn’t quite long enough,” said Rose.

“Or I’m too slow, more like,” said Neville ruefully.

“How about I press the button?” Rose suggested. “All I have to do is come back and stand here.”

“That’s a good idea,” Neville agreed.

Disengaging her hips from Neville’s clutches, Rose walked over to the camera, pressed the button, then returned to stand in front of Neville. This time he stuck his head around her hip in plenty of time and, without obscuring her panties, leered at them with wide eyes and a gleeful grin. After the first click, he slid his left hand around from her hip to the front of her thigh, and then, after the second click, tucked his hand between her thighs, barely an inch below her panties. Rose gasped. “Neville!” she said, reaching down and extracting his hand.

“Take a look at t’ photos!” he advised her.

With her lips pursed, Rose walked over to the tripod-mounted camera to check out the last few photos. When she saw the final photo, in which she was staring downward with a shocked expression as Neville stuck his hand between her thighs while grinning hungrily at her panties, she realised the old pervert had struck gold. “Oh my goodness, Raymond’s going to love that one,” she chuckled. “I hate to say it, Neville, but you’re doing a pretty good job here.”

“Shall we continue?” suggested Neville slyly. “I’ve got another good idea.”

Rose smirked. “All right,” she said, somewhat surprised to discover that she was actually having fun. She drained her glass. “What’s next?”

“You’re lying on t’ couch, fast asleep,” said Neville. “I’m standing over you, like a Yorkshire Nosferatu, reaching down wi’ me clutching ‘ands, like I’m about to grab your tits.”

Rose immediately got his vision. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “Very good. But remember I can’t lie on my back...”

“Hmm,” said Neville thoughtfully. “You can if your knees are up. Or if one knee is up, and the other’s out to t’ side.”

“But then the poo bulge will show,” said Rose. “Remember this one’s for Raymond.”

“It won’t show, because I’ll be standing in t’ way,” said Neville.

“Fair enough,” Rose conceded. “I’m not sure I’m happy about the view you’ll be getting, though...”

“I’ll try not to look,” said Neville with a grin.

Rose snorted. “Yeah, right.” But in spite of her reservations about spreading her legs in front of Neville, she carefully lay down on the sofa, at first on her side, with her knees partially tucked up. Rolling on to her back, while keeping her right knee pointing forward, she swung her left knee upward until it was resting against the back of the sofa.

Neville grinned at the crotch of her panties. “Lovely,” he said. “Now close your eyes, like you’re asleep.”

Rose dutifully did so, and then waited. A few seconds later, she heard a click. She opened her eyes, to see Neville standing next to the end of the couch, camera in hand. “Neville!” she exclaimed. “This one was supposed to be for Raymond!”

“We’ll get to that one,” Neville promised. “I just couldn’t resist getting another nice shot of those lovely poo-filled panties.”

“Ugh!” Rose grumbled. Then she sighed. “Let me see.”

Neville hesitated. “Only if you promise not to delete it,” he said. “It’s a beautiful photo, this one.”

“Do you want to continue with this photo shoot or not?” Rose asked pointedly.

Neville reluctantly handed the camera over, and Rose pulled up the most recent photo. And there she was, spread out on the sofa, apparently sleeping, with her thighs wide apart and her panties bulging obscenely between her legs. The extraordinarily large lump of poo was pushing the crotch seams of her panties away from her skin, and the dark brown edges of the lump were peeping out on either side. It was a nice photo ... if you could get past the bizarre sight of her poo-filled panties dominating the centre of the picture.

“You really find this sexy?” she inquired.

“Honestly, Rose,” said Neville seriously, “it’s probably t’ most erotic photo I’ve ever taken. Or seen, for that matter.”

She could almost see it through his eyes. She sighed. “I wish Raymond felt the same way as you,” she said. “Perhaps he’ll like it anyway, if we crop it just above the point where the poo starts showing.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Neville, holding his hand out for the camera. After just a moment’s hesitation, Rose handed it back.

Neville attached it to the tripod, which he positioned a few feet from the sofa. He lined it up, zoomed in a little, and focused. Then he started the timer, and hurried over to the sofa to loom lecherously over Rose. “Eyes closed,” he reminded her.

Rose closed her eyes, and listened to the camera beeping. Then click ... click ... and suddenly, she felt hands on her breasts, gently squeezing them through her top and bra. “Hey!” she protested, opening her eyes and pushing Neville’s hands off her chest.

He laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist!” He said. “Perhaps we shouldn’t show that last photo to Raymond, though.”

“Oh, he’ll probably love it,” muttered Rose as she carefully got up from the sofa. “Let’s have a look.”

Neville was staring at her in surprise. “Raymond won’t mind seeing my ‘ands on your tits?” he asked.

Rose bit her lip, realising she had probably revealed too much. “No,” she confessed. “Apparently he gets a bit of a kick out of the idea of you groping me. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay with me!”

“Well of course!” said Neville, nodding. “You’re under no obligation to indulge ‘is interests, right?”

“Exactly,” said Rose, relieved and rather surprised that Neville was taking her own position in this matter.

“Another drink?” Neville suggested, picking up her glass.

“Oh go on,” she said. “I know I’ve had rather a lot this evening, but one more won’t hurt. Mulled wine again, please.” She looked at the most recent photo. “This one didn’t turn out so well, did it?”

“You were moving,” said Neville. “And the flash was off. We should retake it.” He held out her glass, and she took it.

“What, with your hands on my breasts?” she inquired. “Didn’t you just say I don’t have to indulge his desire to see me groped?”

“Aye, I did,” said Neville, “and you don’t. But on t’ other ‘and, there’s no ‘arm in it, is there? And imagine t’ look on ‘is face! ‘E’ll be eating out of your ‘and for weeks!”

Rose giggled. “He probably will, at that,” she acknowledged. “But just to be clear, we’re doing this for Raymond’s benefit, not for yours!”

“Oh I know,” said Neville. “But I can’t promise not to enjoy it, Rose. I mean, look at you! You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you’re ‘ardly dressed. You think this ‘appens to me every day?”

“Fair enough,” Rose conceded grudgingly. Being called beautiful never hurt. “I suppose it’s inevitable that you’ll enjoy it.” She took a swig of her drink, then she set down her glass, and went back to the sofa. Resuming her ‘sleeping’ pose while Neville prepared to start the timer, she said, “Wait – am I still asleep, or looking up at you in shock?”

Neville considered this for a moment. “‘Ow about you transition from t’ former to t’ latter?”

“Okay, I can do that,” said Rose. As the camera started beeping, she closed her eyes. Then she felt Neville’s hands on her breasts ... caressing them ... kneading them... “Keep your hands still!” she admonished him.

“Shh!” he said.

Click. Rose opened her eyes. Click. She stared up at Neville’s leering face, gaping in horror. Click.

“Perfect!” said Neville.

Rose giggled. “This is like acting!” she said. “Only with more groping. Speaking of which, you can stop fondling my breasts now.”

Neville grinned as he lifted his hands off her breasts. “Ee, you’ve got a cracking pair on you, though.”

“Thanks,” she replied with a chuckle.

“Now,” said Neville, “let’s ‘ave you lying on t’ floor just there, on your back, with your knees up. We’ll put t’ camera down low, looking down your body, so it can’t see t’ poo.”

“And where will you be?” Rose inquired.

“On t’ other side of you,” said Neville. “You’ll see.”

“Uh-huh?” said Rose warily. She wondered what he had in mind. Probably something naughty. But if it resulted in a photo Raymond would enjoy...

She lay down where Neville had indicated, with her knees up. Neville retracted the tripod’s legs to their shortest extent, then he positioned the tripod, and aimed and focused the camera. “Open your legs a bit,” he said. “No, wider than that. A bit more ... a bit more...”

“All right Neville,” said Rose, her knees now fifteen inches apart. “That’s enough.”

“I’m setting t’ timer for twenty seconds this time,” said Neville, “to give myself more time to get into position.”

“Okay,” said Rose.

“Also, it’ll be taking five shots now instead of three,” Neville continued. “Give us more chances of getting a good one.”

“All right,” said Rose.

Neville started the camera, then he ambled around to Rose’s far side, and knelt down, with a little grunt of effort.

“What am I doing with my head?” Rose asked suddenly. “Am I looking back at the camera?”

“Nah,” said Neville, placing his right hand on Rose’s right thigh. “Just look up at me. Or down at me ‘and on your leg.”

“I suppose I can do both,” said Rose. “We’ve got five shots.” The camera was now beeping rapidly, and it clicked just as Rose stopped talking. Improvising quickly, Rose stared down at Neville’s hand on her leg for the next shot. After the click, she turned her head so that her cheek was lying flat against the carpet, and stared across the floor, away from Neville, with a blank expression, as if she was resigned to her fate. She planned to close her eyes for the next shot, but she was rather disconcerted by what Neville was doing.

After the first click, Neville had slid his hand up her thigh a little, moving closer to her panties. After the second click, he moved it closer still. After the third click, he moved it even closer, so that his forefinger was almost touching the bulging material between her legs. Rose had no sense of how far he was from her poo-bulge; she only knew that he was getting perilously close to her groin.

She risked wasting the fourth shot by saying, “Watch it, Neville...”

But then it happened. Just after the fourth click, she felt Neville’s gnarled old fingers cupping her pussy through her panties. Click.

“Neville!” she exclaimed. “Damn it!”

“Look at t’ photo!” said Neville in delight as he withdrew his hand. “That’ll be a good one, that will.”

“Sod the photo!” said Rose indignantly. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“I know I took a liberty,” Neville acknowledged. “But it were in a good cause. Go on – look at t’ photo!”

He seemed entirely unrepentant. Rose scowled as she rolled on to her side, then got to her feet. She walked over to the camera, and looked at the most recent photo. There she was, lying on the floor, staring wistfully (she had not intended to appear wistful, but the effect was quite a good one) into space, while an ecstatically-grinning Neville grasped her pussy through her panties, while staring at her face.

Rose shivered. There was something almost ... artistic ... about this photo. She and Neville had created characters ... a strange and perverse relationship ... and the result was undeniably erotic. Raymond, she thought to herself, was going to love this photo even more than the rest.

“Ugh!” she said, annoyed at having to condone Neville’s outrageous grope. “You’re right, Neville – it’s a great photo. You’re lucky; if it hadn’t been so good, I’d have been marching straight up to the bathroom to clean up.”

“Luck ‘ad nowt to do wi’ it,” said Neville. “You’re beautiful, and you’re a fine little actress ... and wi’ my artistic vision, what could go wrong?”

Rose chuckled, and took another swig from her glass. “Well I’m sure Raymond will be thrilled with the results. So what’s next?”

Neville grinned hopefully. “Can we get your poo in the next one?” he asked.

Rose shivered. “I don’t know what you find so appealing about it,” she said. “It’s ... you know ... poo!”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “And it’s nasty ... and smelly ... and it’s nestling against your nether regions, all neatly wrapped in your pretty white panties ... a great big, sexy, soft, brown, smelly bulge, pressing against your intimate parts ... a taboo, forbidden pleasure...”

“All right, Neville, don’t get carried away!” said Rose, amused. “I’ll admit it doesn’t feel too bad, now I’ve got used to it ... but I’m not sure I’d call it a ‘forbidden pleasure’!”

“Can I photograph it though?” Neville asked. “I’ll really show you ‘ow sexy it looks.”

“All right, I suppose you’ve earned one for yourself,” Rose conceded, curious despite herself to see what he had in mind. “How do you want me?”

“On t’ armchair,” he said, pointing at one of the chairs that matched the sofa. “Squat, wi’ your back against t’ corner, thighs spread nice and wide...”

“Neville...” Rose said uncomfortably.

“What?” he inquired. “You’ve already spread them for t’ camera. And this’ll be a great shot, I promise.”

“All right,” she said dubiously. “We’ll see.” She climbed on to the chair, and squatted as he had requested.

“Hmm,” said Neville. “Actually ... move your arse forward, and lean back more ... even more ... and settle down, so you’re practically lying on your back, with t’ poo in front of you. Legs nice and wide...”

“Neville, this is an obscene pose!” Rose complained.

“Trust me!” he said. “You’re going to like this.”

“I doubt it,” said Rose unhappily, as Neville moved to stand in front of her with the camera. Her thighs were spread at least 120 degrees, and since she was not lying flat but slightly inclined, her mound of poo was being squished upwards, relative to her pelvis, so that it was partly pressing against her pussy.

“Now,” said Neville, “cup that bulge with your right hand, and look down on it wi’ your ‘ead tilted a bit, and a fond smile on your lips. Not like it’s a sexual thing; more like it’s a beloved old teddy bear you just rediscovered in t’ attic after ten years.”

“Okay, um...” The fact that she was being asked to act made Rose feel a little better about this pose. Imagining her old blue and pink bunny, Missy Bee, she put on a happy smile as she gazed down at her hand cupping her bulging panties.

“Move your ‘and down a bit,” said Neville. “More underneath it. Like you’re cradling it, rather than stroking its back.”

Rose did as he asked, and heard a click as he took the photo. “Let me see,” she said.

He showed her, and she stared at it. “Goodness, Neville!” she said. “That’s quite the photo!”

“You like it?” he asked, looking pleased.

“I do; it’s almost like a visual ode to poo,” said Rose. “Which is kind of weird ... but given your fetish for it, it does make sense. It almost convinces me that I’m enjoying having poo in my panties!”

“There’d be nowt wrong wi’ that, if you did,” said Neville. “Can we do another one, this time with me in it?”

“Sure, I suppose so,” said Rose. “But it’s getting late; we’d best call it a night soon.”

“Oh, right,” said Neville, nodding. He set the camera back on the tripod, positioned it, and zoomed it out. “Okay, ‘op out of t’ chair; this’ll be a tricky one.”

Intrigued, Rose climbed out of the chair, and watched as Neville settled into the position she had just vacated. He sat straight upright, with his bottom against the back of the chair, and his thighs well apart.

“Now,” said Neville, “before you ‘it t’ button, let’s ‘ave you practise your position. It’ll be similar to your last one, except you’ll be leaning back against me chest and left arm.”

A little confused as to what Neville had in mind, Rose settled her bulging panties on the front of the chair, and reclined her upper body as she carefully lowered her bottom down, until her buttocks connected with the seat just behind her poo. Leaning back against Neville, she drew her feet up on to the chair, and spread her legs apart again. “Like this?” she asked.

“Great!” said Neville. “This time I’ll be ‘olding on to your bulgy panties, like this...” He reached down and splayed his fingers, cupping Rose’s poo-bulge in much the same way as she had done.

“Neville...” said Rose uncomfortably.

“And both you and me will be looking down at your full panties like we’re proud parents,” said Neville.

Rose bit her lip, then nodded. “All right,” she said.

“Think you can get back in this position in twenty seconds?” asked Neville.

“Sure,” said Rose. She gingerly eased herself off the chair, stood up straight, stepped over to the camera, and pressed the button. The camera began beeping, and she quickly returned to the chair. It did not take her very long to get back into the same position she had been in, leaning against Neville, with her bulging panties once again lewdly displayed for the camera.

Neville reached down and grasped the bulge. “Proud parents,” he said.

Click. Realising there would be another four shots, Rose suddenly wondered if she should do anything different for the remaining photos. It was too late to ask ... but in any case, it seemed Neville had a plan. He had moved his hand from mostly beneath the bulge, to mostly in front of it.

Click. Now Neville moved his hand from the front to the top of the bulge. Guessing where this was going, Rose murmured, “Neville...”

Click. Now Neville moved his hand directly to Rose’s pussy, cupping it through the material of her panties, once again, with his fingers. “Trust me,” he murmured.

Rose knew very well that Neville was taking advantage of her, but his photos had so far turned out very well, including one in which he was groping her pussy, much as he was doing now. So she decided not to make a fuss ... not to push his hand away, or close her legs, or demand that he stop. Instead, she simply wondered how he wanted her to react to the grope. Should she adopt a startled look? An annoyed look? An anxious look?

The fourth click had come and gone. Rose made up her mind just in time to look down indignantly at Neville’s hand, whereupon the fifth and final click took place.

Rose unceremoniously removed Neville’s hand, then she climbed off the chair, walked over to the camera, and took a look at the last five photos.

“‘Ow do they look?” Neville asked.

“You tricked me!” she accused him. “‘Proud parents’ indeed – you had no intention of looking like that!”

“I did!” he replied. “But then, in t’ moment, I modified me plan.”

Rose stared at the first photo. There she was, looking down at her poo bulge with a mixture of pride and fondness – she had followed Neville’s direction very well, she thought – and looking over her shoulder was Neville, his eyes ablaze with lust as he grasped the bulge. “Well it worked,” she had to admit. “The first one’s very good. Perverted, but good. The second one ... also good. The third ... actually I like that one too. But I just look confused in the fourth one. You blindsided me with that grope. You didn’t tell me how I should look. I did my best for the fifth...”

By now, Neville had got out of his chair and come over to look at the screen. “You improvised well!” he said. “I like it.”

“You do?” she asked. “I wasn’t sure if I should go for surprised or anxious or coy or what.”

“All good ideas!” said Neville. “Possibly even better than t’ one you did. Tell you what: let’s redo that last pose, wi’ you just changing your emotion from shot to shot. I’ve an idea for one emotion that you could try, if you can fit it in.”

“Oh?” said Rose warily. She did not especially want to revisit the pose at all.

“Satisfaction,” said Neville. “Go on – restart t’ timer. I’ll get in position.”

“Hmm,” said Rose. She pursed her lips, then sighed. Five different emotions would be an interesting challenge, she had to admit. She mentally rehearsed them. Surprise. Anxiety. Shyness. Satisfaction. And ... delight. Yes ... delight would be a fun one – and Neville would probably love it. Or she could go with ... arousal! Ha – also fun, though Neville might take it as an invitation...

“I think I’m going to change it to take six instead of five,” she said. “Can I do that?”

“Yup,” said Neville. “You just...”

“I figured it out,” said Rose. Then she upped the number to seven, instead; she had just thought of another emotion. Before starting the timer, she ran through her list again. Surprise. Anxiety. Shyness. Satisfaction. Delight. Arousal. And ... wonder. She just hoped she could pull that last one off without making it look too much like surprise.

Surprise, anxiety, shyness, satisfaction, delight, arousal, wonder. It was a lot to remember, and two seconds between shots did not give her much time to get into character. She experimented with the settings, and figured out how to change the time between shots to five seconds.

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready. It’ll be five seconds between shots, okay?” Surprise, anxiety, shyness, satisfaction, delight, arousal, wonder. She hit the button, quickly walked to the chair, and got into position, lying back against Neville and spreading her legs wide with plenty of time to spare.

Neville reached down, grinning, and once again cupped her pussy through her panties. He began gently rubbing her labia through the material.

“Don’t make a meal of it, Neville,” said Rose, disconcerted. But he ignored her as the time ran out, and she had to concentrate on acting surprised.

Click. Then she assumed an anxious expression. This was not difficult, since she was feeling quite anxious about the sensuous massage Neville was currently giving her pussy.

Click. Now she had to look coy. She tilted her head slightly, and looked off to one side, with her lower lip pushing up against her upper. She hoped this would come across as shy. Neville was really going to town, now, kneading her labia and pressing his middle finger against her clitoris. She should have seen this coming, she reflected, while endeavouring to maintain her expression.

Click. She looked back at her panties. Neville was really moving the material around, and it was starting to get damp; she could not help her body’s reaction to having her clit stimulated. But she managed to adopt a beatific expression of satisfaction, just in time.

Click. Delight was easy, even if she was not feeling it. She took the opportunity to mutter, “Stop it, Neville!” Then she put on her most delighted expression.

Click. Reluctantly, Rose allowed herself to give in a little to the sensations emanating type her loins. She parted her lips, half-closed her eyes, and stared into the middle distance. Then she changed her mind, fully closed her eyes, and arched her back a little.

Click. Final shot now. She put on an expression of rapt wonder as she stared down at Neville’s hand, stroking her panties.

“Keep in character,” Neville whispered ... and he hooked his fingers under the left side of the crotch of Rose’s panties, and tugged it several inches to the right, fully exposing her pussy. Click.

“Neville!” Rose exclaimed, slapping his hand. “I can’t believe you did that! Oh my God!” She tugged her panties back across her pussy.

“Let’s see ‘ow the photos look,” he suggested.

“I don’t want to!” Rose snapped, climbing off the chair. “You went too far, Neville!”

“Rose, I took another liberty,” he acknowledged. “But it was for a reason. Go look at t’ result.”

Rose glared at him. The man was entirely unrepentant. This was who he was, though; it was not like she had admired his restraint and moral fibre until now. Being angry at him was rather like raging at a waterfall for wetting one’s shoes. He seemed unflappable.

“Go on,” he urged her.

Grinding her teeth, Rose went over to the camera and pulled up the last photo. To her own credit, her look of wonder had not been compromised by Neville’s outrageous action; she had done well. But oh heavens! There was her pussy in all its glory, fully exposed as Neville’s fingers held her panties to one side.

But it was not just her pussy that he had revealed. The rounded summit of a brown mountain of poo was also visible, rising high enough to obscure her vaginal opening (thank heaven for small mercies!) it was knobbly, and dark, and looked vaguely sinister, hinting at the larger mass beneath, lurking in the depths of her panties. And she was looking down at it with an expression of wonder, while Neville, behind her, was grinning down with wide-eyed lechery.

“It’s good, right?” said Neville, peering over her shoulder.

“It’s explicit!” she said. “I didn’t want you to see my pussy!”

“I know,” he said. “But I am what I am. And it’s a good photo. You look amazing.”

“Good or not, it’s the last one,” she said grumpily. “I’m going to go and clean up.”

“Take a look at t’ others first, at least,” said Neville. “See ‘ow your other emotions turned out.”

Rose went back to the previous photo. She looked as if she were in the throes of sexual bliss, as a grinning Neville pressed his fingers against her pussy through her panties, just above where the material began to balloon out around her poo. “Wow!” said Neville. “That’s ... incredible! So erotic!”

It was very erotic, Rose had to admit, at least to herself. But she said nothing as she went back to the previous photo. In this one, she could hardly have looked happier about having Neville’s fingers playing with her pussy. “I love it!” said Neville.

The ‘satisfaction’ photo was nice enough, though it did not have quite the impact of the later photos. The ‘shy’ photo was rather sweet, she thought, and Neville agreed that it was a good expression. The ‘anxiety’ photo was less effective; she simply looked rather unhappy.

Finally, she came to the ‘surprise’ photo. “Ee, that’s good,” said Neville.

Rose smirked. “Glad you like it,” she said. “It’s not quite the showstopper that some of the others are, though.”

“Right,” Neville agreed. “I think my favourite’s the second-last one.”

“Not the one with my pussy showing?” Rose inquired.

“That’s my second favourite,” said Neville. “There’s just something so compelling about the penultimate photo; you look like you’re ‘aving such a wonderful time.”

Rose went back to it. “It’s very sexy,” she admitted. Then she went on to the final photo. “And this one is good; you’re right. I just wish you’d asked first.”

“You’d ‘ave said no,” said Neville.

“Probably,” Rose conceded. “But it wasn’t nice of you to just go ahead and do it anyway.”

“That’s true,” Neville agreed. He hesitated, then he said, “Sorry.”

“An apology!” said Rose, surprised. “Well, thank you for that.”

“We make a good team, though, don’t we?” he said with a grin. “We’ve created some genuine art this evening. You’re a fine actress and model, Rose.”

“Don’t think you can butter me up with that kind of talk!” said Rose, smirking. “I’m still annoyed at you.”

“And so you should be,” he said soothingly.

“You’re right, though, we do make a good team,” said Rose. “This photo shoot has been weird, but fun, for the most part.”

“You’re an extraordinary woman, Rose,” said Neville. “Goodnight, then.”

“Oh – do you want to use the bathroom first?” Rose asked. “I’ll be a while, I’m sure.”

Neville nodded. “I just need to brush me teeth.” Then he paused. “You should really leave your clean-up for t’ morning,” he said. “It’s past midnight; you should get some sleep instead of staying up all night dealing wi’ your poo.”

“Well I doubt it’ll take all night!” said Rose.

“It’ll take a long while, though, and you’ve already ‘ad a long day,” said Neville. “Not to mention, you’ll ‘ave to flush it in little chunks, or it’ll never go down. And if you’re flushing, flushing, flushing for t’ next hour or so, you’ll keep everyone else awake.”

“Oh no!” said Rose, aghast. “I hadn’t thought of that!”

“Julie and Jeremy actually ‘ave an unofficial no-flushing-after-midnight rule, ‘cause of t’ noise it makes,” said Neville. “They’d make an exception for you, of course, wi’ you being a guest and all, but even so, you’d best wait until t’ morning, when everyone’s up. Per’aps while people are ‘aving breakfast.”

“Ugh,” said Rose, dismayed. “But what am I to do with my poo in the meantime?”

Neville shrugged. “You could wrap it up in a poly bag,” he said, “but then you’d ‘ave to clean your arse – and that’ll be a messy business. You’ll use a lot of paper – enough to risk blocking the loo anyway, unless you flush a couple of times. And you want to avoid that, right?” He grinned. “You’ve worn your messy panties for this long. You might as well sleep in them.” He stepped up to her, and put his hand between her legs, cupping her panty-clad pussy. “I think that would be very sexy.”

“Neville!” she said, exasperated, stepping back and pushing his hand away. “You can’t just grope me whenever you feel like it!”

“I know I shouldn’t,” he said, “but you’re just so ... gropeworthy.”

Rose sighed. “Look, I suppose I could handle sleeping in my poo-filled panties,” she said. “But it’s academic, because Raymond wouldn’t allow it. He hates the poo.”

“He’s probably asleep by now!” said Neville. “You could just sneak in, climb quietly into bed, and then you’d ‘ave a nice, naughty night in your messy panties. Then you can clean up in t’ morning.”

Rose could hardly believe she was considering this, but she could not help thinking that it sounded rather fun. “I’d have to sleep on my front,” she said.

“Of course,” said Neville. “Or your side. Or your back, wi’ your knees up. Lots of options.”

“Raymond won’t like it, when he wakes up and finds out,” said Rose dubiously.

“When ‘e sees t’ photos we’ve taken,” said Neville, “instant forgiveness!”

“Oh, the photos!” said Rose. “We have to get them off the camera before anyone else sees them!”

“I’ll take care of it,” said Neville. “I’ll ‘ave to use Jeremy’s computer, which is in ‘is bedroom, but I’ll ‘ang on to t’ camera in t’ meantime.” Then he tapped his chin. “Or I could use Robbie’s...”

“No!” said Rose firmly. “I don’t want to risk him seeing them. Mind you, I don’t want Jeremy seeing them either...”

“‘E won’t,” said Neville. “I’ll put them on a memory stick, then delete them from t’ camera.”

“Okay,” said Rose, nodding. “Good.”

“If you’re not cleaning up until t’ morning,” said Neville, “you might as well go and get ready for bed now, while I make up t’ sofa-bed.”

“All right,” said Rose. “Unless you need help...?”

“I can manage,” said Neville. “Thank you. You run along.”

“Goodnight Neville,” said Rose. “Thank you for an ... interesting evening!”

“Goodnight Rose,” he replied. Then he grinned. “‘Ow about a goodnight kiss?”

Rose chuckled. “See you in the morning, Neville.” She turned, and left the room, then climbed the stairs. She crept into Raymond’s bedroom, rummaged in her roll bag, and found her sponge bag. Taking it through to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and then she pulled her loaded panties down, and emptied her bladder.

As she reached for the flush handle, she stopped herself just in time, remembering the no-flushing-after-midnight rule. Having washed her hands, she went back to Raymond’s bedroom, where she used the light from her phone’s screen to peek at her fiancé. He certainly seemed asleep. She removed her bra without taking off her cami top, which she had decided to wear to bed, and carefully pulled back the bedclothes.

Then she heard a sniff. “Ugh!” Raymond muttered irritably. “Haven’t you cleaned up yet? Get that poo out of here.”

“I’m going to clean up in the morning,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to disturb people by flushing the loo a whole lot of times so late at night. I was hoping you might sleep through the smell...”

“You were planning to get into bed like that?” Raymond demanded. “Are you mad?”

This stung. “Don’t be mean,” she said. “If I take them off, I’ll have to clean my bottom, and that’ll take a while too. And I’ll have to flush the loo, maybe a couple of times, and I don’t want to disturb people.”

“You’re disturbing me, though, with that awful smell!” Raymond growled. “Go and clean up, and flush as much as you want. I don’t care how much noise it makes; it’s in a good cause.”

“That’s not very considerate to your family!” Rose said.

“Then go and sleep somewhere else!” Raymond snapped. “Just let me sleep in a smell-free room, for God’s sake.”

Now Rose’s feelings were really hurt. “Maybe I should go and sleep in the living room, with Neville!” she said. “At least he’d be willing to put up with the smell.”

“Fine with me!” said Raymond.

Rose could hardly believe he was kicking her out of his bedroom. Blinking back tears, she left the room, and almost ran into Jeremy, who was heading for the bathroom in his blue pyjamas. “Rose!” He said, noting her expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just a little tiff. Raymond doesn’t want me in his bedroom with my panties still full of poo. I hoped he could just sleep through it, but he got quite annoyed, and kicked me out.”

“Oh dear!” said Jeremy, alarmed. “I’m so sorry to hear that. But ... weren’t you going to clean up, though?”

“Neville persuaded me to wait until morning,” said Rose. “Because of how often I’ll have to flush, and the noise it’ll make, and the lateness of the hour. You have a no-flushing-after-midnight rule, I believe...?”

“Yes,” says Jeremy, “but Rose, we’d certainly make an exception for your situation! I’m sure you’re desperate to get clean, and we wouldn’t stand in the way of your comfort. We can put up with the noise; it’s not like this happens every night.”

“But I don’t want you to have to put up with the noise!” said Rose. “I mean, thank you so much for thinking of my comfort, but honestly, I really don’t mind waiting until the morning. I’m quite happy to sleep like this; I’ve got quite used to the feeling of having poo in my panties. I don’t mind it at all, in fact – it’s quite comfortable. I just wish Raymond weren’t so bothered by it.”

“Okay...” Jeremy thought for a moment, then scratched his chin. “So, what do you want to do?”

“I thought I might go and sleep in the living room,” said Rose, looking a little sheepish. “I know for a fact that Neville doesn’t mind the smell.”

“Yes, but...” Jeremy seemed rather shocked. “It’s Neville! You surely wouldn’t be joining him on the sofa-bed...?”

“No!” said Rose. “But there’s a reclining armchair, and I can put Gran’s support cushion beneath my bottom. I’ll be quite comfy, I’m sure.”

“Oh,” said Jeremy. “Still, I’m worried Neville won’t behave himself...”

“That’s a distinct possibility,” Rose acknowledged. “But I can handle Neville. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” asked Jeremy doubtfully. “He’s ... he can be really terrible, you know.”

“I know,” said Rose, nodding. “But I can stand up for myself – truly.”

“All right,” said Jeremy, smiling kindly. “I didn’t mean to doubt you. I’m sure you’re more than a match for my wayward uncle. Let me get you a blanket.”

“Thank you,” said Rose. “That would be lovely.”

Jeremy went back into his bedroom, and emerged a moment later with a blanket. “I hope this will do,” he said. “Apparently Julie gave our warmest blanket to Neville. There are more in Robbie’s room, but...”

“No need to disturb Robbie,” said Rose. “This’ll be fine. Thank you!”

“I hope Raymond comes to his senses in the morning,” said Jeremy. “I’m sorry he’s being difficult.”

“He was just grumpy because he was sleepy, I think,” said Rose. “I’m sure tomorrow he’ll feel badly about it. But I don’t want to aggravate things by trying to go back in there tonight. He had a very early start this morning, and a very long drive; best to just let him sleep.”

“All right,” said Jeremy, nodding. “Well, I do hope you sleep well downstairs. And don’t hesitate to shout, or come and get me, if Neville does something bad.”

“Thanks,” said Rose. “Goodnight Jeremy.”

She went back downstairs, and entered the living room, where Neville was laying out a large blanket on the sofa-bed. He looked up in surprise. “Ay up,” he said. “Is that for me?”

“No, it’s for me,” said Rose, taking her blanket over to the reclining armchair, on which the support cushion still sat. “Raymond woke up and was most unhappy about the smell. He kicked me out!”

“Oh!” said Neville. “Well, ‘is loss, my gain.”

Rose chuckled. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said. “You stay over there, and I’ll stay over here.”

“All right,” agreed Neville. “I’m just going upstairs to brush my teeth, then.” He left the room, and headed up the stairs.

Rose carefully sat down on the support cushion, her bulging panties settling into the hole in the middle. She reclined the chair, then spread out the blanket on top of herself. She found she was tolerably comfortable, although it occurred to her that she would not be able to change her position, which might become a problem. The chair only reclined so far, and she would much rather be lying flat. But she could probably sleep like this.

When Neville returned, he switched off the light, undressed, and climbed into the sofa-bed. “Goodnight Rose,” he said.

“Goodnight Neville,” she replied, envying him his more comfortable sleeping arrangement.

As the minutes ticked by, things did not improve. The support cushion, which was fine for sitting on for short periods, felt uncomfortably firm beneath her upper thighs and across the top of her buttocks. She longed to be able to turn on to her side.

She stuck it out for another ten minutes, before deciding she was not going to be able to sleep like this. “Neville,” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

He did not reply. If he had, she would have asked him if he was willing to swap places with her. Since he seemed to be asleep, however...

She got up from the chair, leaving the blanket behind; it was still very warm in the room, and she would not need it in addition to Neville’s. She quietly crossed the room, and peered at the sofa-bed. By the light of her phone, she saw that he was flat on his back and indeed fast asleep, with his mouth slightly open and his bare chest rising and falling. The blanket covered him from his sternum down. He was positioned approximately in the middle of the bed, but closer to the left side than the right. Tiptoeing around to the right-hand side, Rose put her phone on the arm of the sofa, then she lifted the blanket, and climbed underneath it. Carefully lying down on her side, she closed her eyes, hoping that Neville would not wake up. But her heart sank as she heard his voice. “Rose? Is that you?” He moved in the semi-darkness, and then the standard lamp on his side of the sofa-bed clicked on.

“Ugh!” said Rose, shielding her eyes. “Look, don’t get any ideas, Neville. I just couldn’t get comfortable in the armchair. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to take it, would you...?”

“Sorry,” said Neville, “but I ‘ave to sleep ‘orizontal. Doctor’s orders. I’m not supposed to even ‘ave a pillow.”

Rose sighed. “Okay,” she said. “Just please keep your hands to yourself, all right?”

“I’ll try me best,” said Neville, “but as you might imagine, it’s not often I ‘ave an ‘alf-naked, beautiful young woman climb in bed wi’ me.”

“Yes, I can imagine this is quite a temptation for you,” Rose acknowledged. “But I feel sure you can overcome it if you try. Now, please could you switch off the light, and we’ll both try to get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay.” Neville turned the light off, and Rose rolled on to her back, spreading her thighs so that her poo would nestle between her legs rather than get squished beneath her.

She was not even close to dozing off, however, when Neville rolled on to his side, facing her, and then shuffled himself closer to her. A moment later, she felt his hand slide down her belly, until it came to rest on her panties. “Neville, really...?” she muttered, lifting his arm off her torso and pushing it away.

“Oh come on,” he murmured. “Let an old man ‘ave a little cuddle.”

“That wasn’t a cuddle, though!” She retorted. “That was a full-on grope!”

“True,” Neville admitted. He slid his hand across her belly, and curled it around the far side of her waist. “What about this, then?”

She took hold of his wrist. “I’d rather you don't touch me at all,” she said. “But I suppose this is better than a grope. If I let you do this, will you keep your hand away from my panties?”

“For as long as I can, yes,” said Neville. “This is nice.”

“Okay,” said Rose.

But it was not okay; with Neville lying next to her, his chest pressing against her right arm and his legs up against her right thigh, she was rapidly overheating. She threw off the blanket, but even this was not enough. “Ugh, I’m too hot!” she gasped. “Can you back off please?”

“You said I could ‘ave a cuddle,” Neville objected. “Take off your top if you’re too ‘ot.”

Rose shuddered. “I’m wearing little enough as it is, considering I’m in bed with a man I’m not currently engaged to!”

“Yeah but you’ll be more comfortable,” Neville pointed out. “You won’t be able to sleep if you’re roasting ‘ot.”

This was undeniably true. “Bother it, Neville,” Rose sighed. “I suppose it’s too much to ask for you to keep your hands off my breasts while I get my top off?”

“No, it’s not too much to ask,” Neville replied.

“Thank you,” said Rose, relieved. She pulled her cami top up her torso, then she raised her head and shoulders so she could take it off. As it cleared her head, she felt Neville’s hand on her left breast, gently squeezing it. “Damn it, Neville!” She tossed her top on the floor, then swatted Neville’s hand away. “I thought you said you wouldn’t do that!”

“No, I just said it wasn’t too much to ask,” said Neville.

Annoyed, Rose turned on to her side, facing away from him. To her relief, she felt Neville withdraw his hand from her belly ... but then she felt the lump of poo in her panties begin to press harder against her buttocks and anus. “Neville, are you groping my poo again?” she asked plaintively.

“Yeah ... a bit,” he replied, now moving the entire mass of poo back and forth so that it oozed and slid between her buttocks and partly over her labia. “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening.”

“I’m sure you have,” said Rose unhappily, “but please don’t; you’re going to make a mess!”

“Would you rather I did this?” Neville inquired, reaching around her once again and then tucking his hand between her legs. As he cupped her pussy through her panties, and began gently rubbing it, he added, “I’m sure Raymond would.”

“I’m sure he would too,” said Rose, pulling his hand away, “but I’d rather you did neither!”

Neville slid his hand up her torso, until he was cupping her left breast again. “Can I at least do this?”

Rose sighed. “Fine,” she said. “I suppose it’s the least of three evils.” She hoped that now she had made this concession, he would be happy, and leave the rest of her body alone.

But it was not long before his hand was tucked between her legs again. “Go on, let me ‘ave a feel,” he murmured in her ear. “You know Raymond’ll get a kick out of it.”

“Probably,” Rose muttered. “And I suppose you did plenty of this during our photo shoot. But I wasn’t trying to get to sleep then!” Then she gasped, as he drew his fingers back, then slipped them down inside the front of her panties. “Whoa whoa whoa!” she said, grabbing his wrist as he sank one gnarled finger between her labia. “Stay on the outside of my panties, please!”

Neville uttered a quiet, dirty cackle as he withdrew his hand, then replaced it on her pussy on the outside of her panties. “All right,” he said, and Rose could hear the grin in his voice. He then proceeded to give her labia and clitoris a very intimate and thorough fingering through her panties, leaving Rose wondering how in the world the situation had escalated to the point where she was actually allowing this.

Meanwhile, she could feel her poo squishing around against and between her buttocks; it felt like Neville was gently grinding his crotch against her bulging panties. ‘Serve him right if he gets all messy,’ she thought to herself ... but in truth, she really did not want her poo to be squeezed out of her panties. She twisted herself around, so she was lying on her back again, with her knees up and apart. This, she figured, would keep her right hip between his crotch and her poo.

It also, of course, gave him even better access to her pussy, and he did not waste it. But after enduring another five minutes of constant clitoral stimulation, Rose sighed. “Neville, it’s late and I think I’ve been very accommodating. Please could we sleep now?”

There was a pause. “Sure thing, Rose,” said Neville, and he withdrew his hand from her now rather damp panties, putting it around her waist instead.

Rose almost sighed with relief. “Thank you,” she said.

A couple of minutes later, he moved his hand up to her left breast, but this was far less intrusive and distracting than a pussy massage, so she did not bother to object.

But by now she was dying to straighten her legs. She wondered if her poo was dry and firm enough to survive being lain on without squishing everywhere ... but decided it was not worth the risk. She turned on to her side, then on to her front ... but this was not sustainably comfortable, and she was soon on her side again. She really wanted to be on her back; just not with her thighs spread.

“You all right?” mumbled Neville.

“Sorry,” whispered Rose. “Just trying to get comfy. Turns out sleeping with poo in one’s panties isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“So take ‘em off,” said Neville.

“But then I’ll get poo all over the bed!” said Rose. “Unless I go and clean my bottom properly – and that’ll mean lots of paper and flushing.”

“Not if you let me do it,” said Neville.

“What?” Rose exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. “I can clean my own bottom, thanks, Neville!”

“Look,” said Neville, “by now your arse is covered in dry, crusty poo. Cleaning it will take a lot of doing, and you won’t be able to see everywhere you’ve done, and what’s left to do. It’ll take you three times as long as it would take me, with no guarantee of getting t’ job one ‘undred percent done. Let me ‘ave a go; I’ll be able to see what I’m doing, and I’ll ‘ave t’ job done in five minutes flat.”

Rose was almost speechless at the outrageousness of his suggestion. “But that’ll mean letting you see, and touch, my bum and pussy!”

Neville slid his hand down her belly, and back inside her panties. He cupped her pussy with his fingers, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris. “I’ve already touched your pussy,” he said, “so it’s not much of a leap. And besides, Raymond...”

“I know, I know,” muttered Rose, grabbing Neville’s wrist and pulling his hand out of her panties. “Raymond’s sure to love the idea. But I don’t!”

“I know,” said Neville. “But it’s a practical solution. I’ll be able to do it quickly and efficiently, with a minimum of paper. I’ll ‘ave you clean in no time, and you can get plenty of sleep.”

Rose knew that if she attempted the clean-up herself, it would take a lot of paper, and she would be up for a while. And she was so tired... The thought of just lying here while Neville cleaned her nether regions was rather horrifying ... but also, not without its merits. And he had already felt her pussy ... quite a lot. And Raymond, she guessed, would probably love the idea. He would owe her big time, if so!

“All right,” she muttered reluctantly. “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. It’s probably because I’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’ll be right back!” said Neville in a delighted tone. He switched on the standard lamp again, causing Rose to groan unhappily, and climbed out of bed. He was wearing nothing but an old, stained, and threadbare pair of white(ish) Y-fronts, in the front of which a prominent lump betrayed his arousal.

Rose pulled the blanket up over her head, and waited for him to return. She was actually beginning to drift off, rendering the entire operation unnecessary, when he walked back in with a plastic bowl of warm water, a box of tissues, and a bottle of baby oil. “All right,” he said. “You’ll ‘ave to get up so we can take your panties off.”

Bleary-eyed, Rose grumpily climbed out of the sofa-bed, and – with a nervous glance at Neville – carefully pulled her panties down her legs. As she lifted her left foot out of the left leg-hole, however, she overbalanced, and toppled sideways. She quickly recovered by putting her foot down, but the abrupt motion caused her to shake her panties, and a small chunk of poo separated from the main lump, and fell on to the floor.

At least, it would have fallen on to the floor had Rose’s pristine white cami top not bee lying there. “Ahh!” she exclaimed. “My top!”

Neville came over to the corner of the bed, and looked down at her top. “Your poo’s pretty dry now,” he observed. “Maybe it didn’t leave a mark.”

Rose pulled her other foot out of her panties, then set them down carefully on the floor. She was not worried about the carpet; aside from the single dislodged piece, the poo was holding together well in one firm lump, which was still contained within the confines of her panties. She gingerly picked up the fallen chunk of poo between her finger and thumb. It was dry on one side, but tacky on the other. And it had left a small mark on her top. “Ugh!” she said. She pressed the little chunk into the main lump.

Neville watched all this with interest. Then he said, “In t’ bathroom cupboard upstairs you’ll find a laundry ‘amper. Julie does laundry every day. Well, she might not tomorrow, wi’ it being Christmas, but I’m sure she’ll do a load t’ next morning.”

“I can’t leave it that long,” said Rose. “I should he able to get the stain out if I put it under the tap right now, though.” With a sigh, she picked up her panties, and stepped into them.

“Why are you putting those back on?” Neville inquired.

“Just a precaution,” said Rose. “I’m not going upstairs naked. Knowing my luck, Robbie will come out of his room on a quest for a glass of water, the second I reach the top of the stairs.”

Neville chuckled. “You’d give the lad the thrill of his life,” he said.

“I’ve no desire to give a sixteen-year-old boy thrills!” said Rose peevishly. “Anyway, I’ll be back shortly.”

She crept upstairs quietly, and shut herself in the bathroom. Running some water from the cold tap, she scrubbed at the small brown stain on her top, and was gratified to see it disappear completely. Since her top was now wet, and was due for a proper wash anyway, she opened up the large cupboard in the wall next to the bath, and found the laundry hamper Neville had mentioned. She tossed her top in, and then she switched off the bathroom light, and stepped out on to the landing.

“Oh, hello dear,” said Julie, pausing outside Robbie’s room. She was wearing a long nightdress, and carrying a colourful Christmas stocking, packed with presents.

“Julie!” Rose squealed, clasping her hands over her breasts.

“Is everything all right?” Julie asked in concern.

“Yes!” said Rose. “Everything’s fine. I just had to wash a mark out of my top so it wouldn’t stain. I put it in the laundry hamper; I hope that’s all right.”

“Of course,” said Julie. “But dear ... are you sure you’re all right? Jeremy told me you’re sleeping downstairs with Neville?”

“Yes,” said Rose, her cheeks flushing. “Raymond got all grumpy about the smell, and kicked me out of his bedroom. Neville at least doesn’t mind the smell.”

“I’m just worried about him groping you again,” said Julie. “Particularly given your current state of dress...”

“Please don’t worry, Julie,” said Rose. “I know Neville’s awful, but I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”

“Well ... okay,” said Julie, seeming unconvinced. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight,” said Rose.

As Julie slipped quietly into Robbie’s room, Rose went back downstairs and reentered the living room, with her hands still covering her breasts. Neville grinned at her, then watched lecherously as she lowered her hands in order to pull her panties down again.

“Best tuck your panties under t’ bed,” he said. “Don’t want to accidentally step on them in t’ morning.”

This was sage advice, and Rose gingerly placed her full panties beneath the edge of the bed.

“Now get on to t’ bed on your hands and knees,” said Neville. “This won’t take long.” He wadded up a tissue, and dipped it in his bowl of water.

Rose climbed on to the bed and adopted a position on all fours ... then she hesitated. She was about to grant Neville outrageous access to her nether regions ... was she out of her mind? A few minutes ago, when she was feeling more sleepy, his reasoning had made sense to her ... but now she was starting to have second thoughts.

As if sensing her misgivings, Neville said, “Just think ‘ow nice it’ll be to lie down in a couple of minutes, totally clean, and finally get to sleep. I promise I’ll be as professional as I can.”

Rose sighed, then she lowered herself on to her elbows, and rested her head on the cushion she had been using as a pillow. She knew she was displaying her bottom and pussy to Neville, but she was tired, and he was right: it would be very nice to be clean and get to sleep.

She felt a warm dampness on the skin of her right buttock, several inches from her anus ... followed by a gentle wiping. For the next two minutes, she felt Neville thoroughly and diligently wipe her bottom ... and she was quite surprised when he suddenly said, “Okay, you’re clean.”

“Wow!” said Rose. “Thank you Neville. I really didn’t expect that to go so quickly.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Only needed three tissues; I’ll pop ‘em in a plastic bag and throw ‘em in t’ bin. But first I’ll apply some baby oil – your skin’s a bit red and un’appy from prolonged contact wi’ t’ poo. This’ll ‘elp prevent it from getting sore.”

“Baby oil?” asked Rose nervously.

“Trust me, it’s t’ best thing,” Neville assured her. “I use it on me own arse all t’ time. Locks in moisture, and it’s kind to t’ skin ... why d’you think they use it on babies?” He squirted some on to his hand, and began rubbing it into her left buttock.

Rose, her eyes closed, waited patiently while he oiled up both of her buttocks. But then she gasped as he started rubbing oil around her anus, and then forward to her pussy. “Neville,” she mumbled reproachfully.

“Your pussy’s looking a little red too,” Neville explained, as he diligently worked his fingers around and between her labia.

“Probably because you’ve been rubbing it so much!” she retorted, feeling rather aggrieved.

“Possibly,” Neville conceded, now rubbing her clitoris with the tip of his middle finger. “Either way, this’ll ‘elp.”

“Good grief,” sighed Rose. “If Raymond could see me now...”

“‘E’d ‘ave ‘is todger out, and inside you in a jiffy,” said Neville cheerfully. “You should see t’ view I’ve got from back ‘ere.”

“Oh gosh,” groaned Rose. “I can imagine.”

“Wait,” said Neville. “I’ll take a photo. Then you can show ‘im in t’ morning.”

“Don’t take a photo!” said Rose, aghast.

“Why not?” asked Neville. “‘E’d be ‘ighly aroused by t’ sight of me rubbing oil into your arse and pussy, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know!” said Rose anxiously. “He might think that was too much... Too explicit...”

“A valid concern,” Neville acknowledged, “so let’s do this. We’ll take some photos of me oiling you up, and in t’ morning, when you show ‘im t’ other photos, you can gauge ‘is reaction and decide if ‘e’d like t’ more explicit ones. ‘Old still.” He stood up, and went over to fetch the camera and tripod. Setting the latter down about five feet from the foot of the sofa-bed, he started the timer on the camera, then he got into position, and squirted some more oil into his hand.

Rose rapidly turned herself around. “Sorry, Neville, but I really think that sort of shot would be too much!” she said.

“Hmm.” Neville nodded thoughtfully. “You’ve got a point. It was a bit pornographic, I suppose – and with your face not even in the shot ... yeah, I agree wi’ you. Too much.”

“Thank you!” said Rose gratefully.

“‘E’d want to see your face, right?” said Neville. “So let’s ‘ave you lying sideways, propped up on one elbow, and smiling at t’ camera. Better?”

“That does sound a lot better,” agreed Rose. “Though I’d still really like to get to sleep...”

“This won’t take long,” Neville promised. As Rose lay down on her side, he added, “Put one knee up, and t’ other pointing toward me. We do want to show off your pussy a bit, after all. It’s ... it’s really quite a beauty.”

Rose blushed. “Well Raymond seems to like it,” she said.

“So let’s show it to ‘im,” Neville said. He started the timer, then he hurried around behind Rose, climbed on to the bed, and squirted some baby oil on to his left hand. Looming over Rose, he reached down between her legs, and began rubbing oil into her pussy. “Spread a little wider, love,” he said, pushing her left thigh backward with his elbow.

Feeling very exposed and molested, Rose waited uncomfortably while the timer counted down. “Should I do a mixture of expressions, like last time?” she wondered aloud.

“Good idea, yes,” said Neville.

Hastily improvising, Rose looked anxiously down at Neville’s fingers massaging her labia, just in time for the first click. For the next one, she put on a happy smile, though she was far from happy that Neville was rubbing oil into her naked pussy. At least, she was feeling a sense of righteous indignation at the violation ... but on the other hand, she was also feeling a certain sense of awe and wonder at how Neville had managed to talk his way into taking such an amazing liberty with her. There was a part of her that could not help feeling, however misguidedly, that he had somehow earned this.

For the third shot, she looked up at Neville’s face with a cross expression. He responded with a quizzical look, which she felt would make for a pretty amusing photo.

Next, she went for another ‘arousal’ pose and expression. Just as the camera clicked, however, Neville slid his index and middle fingers into her vagina. “Oh my God! Neville!” Rose cried.

He cackled as he pulled his fingers out. “That’ll be a good one,” he said. He was still grinning, and Rose was still looking shocked, when the camera clicked for the fifth time.

Rose recovered sufficiently to put on a rueful, resigned sort of expression for the sixth photo. Then, as Neville sank two fingers back inside her, she went with the genuine indignation that she was feeling. “Good grief, Neville!” she exclaimed, after the click. “You just don’t stop pushing the envelope further and further, do you?”

He wormed his fingers around inside her, and grinned. “I couldn’t resist.”

She pushed his arm away, and his fingers slid out of her. “You’re a bad man, Neville,” she growled.

“I am,” he agreed. “Just one more position, and then it’s lights out, and I’ll be good and let you get to sleep.”

She sighed. “I’m so tired, Neville...” she said. “One more pose, then.”

“Okay!” said Neville excitedly. “This time you’ll be on my lap, in t’ reclining armchair. You can move t’ support cushion; it won’t be needed.”

He moved the tripod, and pointed the camera at the reclined armchair. Rose moved the blanket, cushion, and towel to a nearby chair, and then waited for Neville to take a seat.

Neville fetched the bottle of baby oil, then he sat down in the chair, reclining and putting his feet up. Rose started the timer, then came over and stood in front of him. “Sit on your lap?” she asked nervously.

“Yup,” said Neville. As she climbed on to his lap, straddling his thighs, he pulled her back against his torso. “Now lift your legs up and spread ‘em wide,” he said, opening the bottle and squirting baby oil liberally over her abdomen and pussy.

“Neville!” she gasped. As she tentatively spread her thighs, Neville tugged her knees well back, displaying her pussy obscenely to the camera. Then he began rubbing oil sensuously into her clitoris and labia.

Click. Rose felt she probably looked a little shell-shocked in that photo, so she attempted to look coquettish in the second. But then Neville sank his fingers into her vagina again, making her gasp.

“Let’s see that aroused look again,” he said with a chuckle. “Come on, we’ll finish t’ night on a climax.”

Rose was very keen for this to be over, so she complied, arching her back against Neville and making an ecstatic face as he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out of her. Click.

Neville now poured oil over her chest, then used both hands to throughly massage her breasts. Click. Then he reached down to her pussy again, and resumed finger-fucking her while playing with her left breast.

Rose writhed against him, letting her body enjoy his attentions, while pulling a range of excited and aroused faces. She had lost count of the clicks ... but then it occurred to her that it had been quite a while since the last one. “Neville?” she ventured. “I think that’s it.”

“I know,” he replied, still thrusting his fingers rhythmically deep inside her. “I’m just ‘oping I can make you climax.”

“Neville, for heaven’s sake!” said Rose, pushing his hand away and climbing hastily off his lap. “That’s not your job!”

“No, but you’re understandably ‘orny,” said Neville, unruffled. “I just thought I could send you to sleep ‘appy.”

“Thank you, but that’s really not necessary!” said Rose. “Now can I switch the camera off please?” She was feeling rather upset.

“Of course,” said Neville. “No more photos. And no more finger-fucking.”

Rose exhaled in relief. “Thank you,” she said. “Let’s just get to sleep.”

She climbed into one side of the bed; Neville climbed into the other. He turned the light off, and to Rose’s relief, he did not attempt to grope her or even cuddle her. Within minutes he was asleep, and she finally felt able to relax. Lying naked beneath the blanket, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she awoke to a familiar, and very nice sensation. “Mmmm...” she murmured, thinking Raymond was on top of her. “That feels...”

Then her eyes snapped open as she recalled where she had spent the night. She gasped in horror at the sight of Neville’s grinning face, bobbing up and down in front of hers, while his erect cock slid in and out of her vagina. “Neville!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing??”

“Is that a trick question?” he inquired, his pace not slackening in the slightest. In fact, it began to increase. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I’ve gone too far this time; I’ve crossed a line – that sort of thing.”

“Yes!” said Rose. “Whatever line there was – you’ve definitely crossed it!”

“Yeah,” Neville conceded, a little breathlessly, “but let’s face it: last night I crossed line after line. This is just another one.”

“But it’s the big one!” Rose exclaimed. “The final one! There aren’t any lines after this!”

“Oh I can think of a few,” said Neville, continuing to thrust away. “But that’s not t’ point, is it? The thing we ‘ave to consider is, ‘ow will Raymond react to this? I’ve no wish to upset ‘im; he’s a good lad.”

“That’s not even remotely the point!” Rose exclaimed. “Neville ... you’re raping me!”

“It’s not rape if you give me permission,” said Neville matter-of-factly.

“I haven’t given you permission!” Rose said indignantly.

“No,” Neville admitted. “Not yet anyway. So ... may I please ‘ave your permission to ‘ave sex wi’ you?”

“No!” said Rose hotly. “Now get out of me quickly, before Raymond comes down.” She could hear voices and movement upstairs.

“I’m almost finished,” said Neville. “Just give me a moment.”

Rose groaned. “Neville, I don’t want you coming inside me!”

“Bit late for that,” said Neville. “I already came inside you at about four o’clock this morning.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “What??”

“I ‘ad to go to t’ bathroom,” Neville explained. “When I came back, there you were, lying on your back all naked ... I just couldn’t ‘elp meself. You didn’t even wake up!”

“Good grief, Neville!” said Rose, aghast. Then the details of last night’s photo shoots came back to her. “Ugh, I should never have let you get so far with me last night!”

“Don’t be too ‘ard on yourself,” Neville grunted sympathetically. “You’d ‘ad a lot to drink; your judgment was impaired.”

“Yes!” Rose replied. “And you completely took advantage!”

“I did that,” Neville agreed. “I’m sort of known for doing that.”

“I know!” said Rose. She put a hand on her forehead. “I should have listened to Jeremy and Julie; they both warned me. But I don’t think either of them expected ... this!” Then she thought about how she had willingly climbed into bed with Neville ... and then stripped naked. Was it any wonder he had taken advantage? “Oh God, Raymond’s going to kill me!” she groaned. “Or worse – leave me!” This concern now eclipsed even Neville’s crime. “Just finish quickly, please!” she begged Neville. “I can’t have Raymond finding us like this!”

“You never know – ‘e might get a kick out of it,” Neville suggested.

“I wouldn’t count on it!” said Rose anxiously. “Are you almost done?” Now that she had got over the shock, she was now far more worried about keeping this from Raymond than seeing Neville punished.

“Yeah,” said Neville, now thrusting away with rather laboured strokes. “At least I was; all this talking ‘as set me back a bit. ‘Old on; let me get my rhythm back.”

Rose bit her lip, and kept silent, hoping this would allow Neville to finish quickly. Being fucked by him was certainly a step worse than being finger-fucked by him, but in a way it was the logical next step after the escalating naughtiness of last night – which she had allowed to happen. Perhaps Neville really did not think this was much more of a transgression.

The living room door suddenly opened wide, and there was Robbie. The teenager stared in astonishment at Neville’s wrinkly old naked body humping away atop Rose’s firm young figure. “Oh my ... Jesus Christ!”

“Language, Robbie!” said his father, appearing behind him. The two of them must have come from the kitchen; Rose had not heard anyone on the stairs. Jeremy glanced in, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. “What the...”

“Oh no!” Rose wailed.

“Robbie – upstairs!” Jeremy barked. Then he marched into the room. “What’s going on?” he demanded, looking upset.

“It’s my fault!” Rose jabbered, terrified, as her knees bounced rhythmically against Neville’s shoulders. “You did warn me; I should have listened...”

“Neville!” Jeremy shouted, looking furious.

“Shhh!” Rose begged him frantically. “Please – I don’t want Raymond to know!”

Then Julie rushed in. “Oh no, Neville, what are you doing??” she exclaimed.

“I’m trying to finish!” said Neville. “If people’d just stop interrupting...”

“Get him off her!” snapped Julie at Jeremy. “And then get him out of the house! This is the last straw!”

As upset with Neville as Rose was, she did not feel he deserved to be excommunicated from the family. “It’s not entirely Neville’s fault!” she said. “There’s some context here that you’re not aware of.”

“What context?” Jeremy asked sceptically.

“I sort of let Neville do some things to me last night,” said Rose wretchedly. “And ... I slept with him on the sofa-bed ... naked...”

“Whyever would you do that?” demanded Jeremy in disbelief.

“The chair was too uncomfortable, and I got poo on my top, and I found I couldn’t sleep in my poo-filled panties!” said Rose desperately.

“What’s all the racket?” inquired Raymond, walking in.

“Oh my God!” wailed Rose.

“It seems your fiancée is not who we thought she was!” said Jeremy, scratching his head.

“What?” said Julie, staring at her husband. “Don’t you dare blame the victim, Jeremy!”

“But she said...” began Jeremy.

“I know what she said, but I don’t for one moment think we’ve heard the whole story!” said Julie, rather fiercely.

“That’s very true,” agreed Neville, still thrusting his cock deep inside Rose’s vagina.

“Will someone please tell me why Uncle Neville is having sex with my fiancée!” exclaimed Raymond. “Rose, what the hell is going on?”

“I’m sorry, Raymond!” Rose replied miserably. “It all started when Neville wanted a sexy photo ... and I ill-advisedly agreed, for reasons I believe I explained last night.”

“You did,” Raymond agreed. “And I said you could take several photos if you wanted, as long as some of them didn’t show your poo.”

“Well,” Rose continued, “in the course of taking the photos, Neville groped me – of course.”

“Of course!” said Julie, scowling at Neville.

“And I let slip that Raymond would probably enjoy that photo...”

“What?” said Jeremy, turning to Raymond.

Raymond held up his hands defensively. “Okay, I may have said I got a kick out of the idea of Neville groping Rose,” he said. “I never imagined anything like this, though!”

“Well,” said Rose, “Neville persuaded me that Raymond would enjoy seeing more photos of him groping me ... and the gropings just escalated...”

“Really?” said Raymond, looking over at the camera on its tripod.

“Raymond!” said Julie sharply. “Focus.”

Raymond guiltily looked back at Rose. “Go on.”

“Anyway, we finally finished and I went upstairs to bed ... I’d come to the conclusion it was too late for a clean-up, and I just wanted to sleep, at that point. But Raymond was very upset about me bringing the smell into the room, and we had a bit of an argument. I threatened to go downstairs and sleep in the living room with Neville, and Raymond said that was fine with him.”

“Raymond...” said Julie reproachfully.

“I’m sorry, but I was trying to sleep, and the smell was awful!” protested Raymond.

“You can’t blame him for not wanting to sleep with the smell of poo in the room!” said Jeremy.

“Thank you, Dad!” said Raymond.

“Uhhh ... ahhhh ... UUUHHHHH!!!” Neville groaned, as he finally reached his orgasm and pumped his semen into Rose’s vagina. Then he collapsed on top of her.

“Good lord!” said Jeremy, shuddering in disgust, while Raymond stared in horrified fascination at Neville’s bottom.

Rose shuddered; she had felt the moment of Neville’s climax. “Anyway,” she continued, “I came downstairs and went to bed in the armchair – but I just couldn’t get comfortable. Eventually I called out to Neville to make sure he was asleep, and he was. So ... I climbed into the sofa-bed, trying not to wake him.”

“Dangerous!” said Jeremy, shaking his head.

“I have to agree there,” said Julie, “although I’m not sure there were any good choices available.”

“Well, Neville woke up,” Rose continued, “and naturally he couldn’t keep away from me. It was so hot under the blanket with him next to me that I had to take off my top. But eventually he left me alone, and I tried to get to sleep. Except I couldn’t! My poo-filled panties just kept getting in the way. I couldn’t get comfortable. Neville suggested I take off my panties, but I pointed out that my bottom was dirty. So he offered to clean me up. He made a good case for it, and I was so desperate to sleep that I agreed...”

“Oh my!” said Julie, appalled.

“After he had cleaned me,” said Rose, “which he did very quickly and professionally, I should mention – he said my nether regions looked a bit red, probably from having sat in my poo for so long. So he started applying baby oil ... and that got a little intimate...”

“Gosh!” said Raymond, his eyes wide.

“Neville said you would probably enjoy seeing that, so we had another brief photo session,” said Rose. “During which, he actually penetrated me with his fingers a couple of times...”

“Oh dear, this gets worse and worse!” said Julie. “Poor dear ... and I’m sure you were just desperate to sleep at that point!”

“I was,” agreed Rose. “So I just gave in and let him finger me for the last few photos. Then we went to bed. Fortunately he left me alone after that, and I got to sleep pretty quickly. But apparently he raped me in my sleep, and then again this morning! When I woke up, he was ... well, how you saw him when you walked in.”

“You can’t blame me for ‘aving it away with a naked woman in my bed!” said Neville.

“I can, and I do!” said Julie angrily. “You had no right at all, Neville! I don’t care if she let you finger her; she didn’t consent to sex!”

“I can see how it must have been tempting, though...” said Jeremy.

“Don’t you dare defend him!” said Julie.

“I do feel like I should share some of the blame, though,” Rose confessed. “It wasn’t a good idea to get into bed naked with Neville. I knew it at the time; I was just too tired to care.”

“This is nobody’s fault but Neville’s!” Julie insisted.

“I agree,” said Raymond. “But aren’t we all complicit? We all know what Neville’s like, and yet we continue to let him come and visit; even stay the night. I sent Rose down to sleep with Neville; I should have known something bad would happen.”

Julie, deflated, sat down in a chair. “That’s true,” she said. “I knew Rose was going to sleep in the living room with Neville – wearing nothing but her panties – and I let her. I should have insisted...”

“Please don’t blame yourselves!” said Rose. “I told you I was a big girl and could handle Neville. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. I just messed up and exercised poor judgment, which is nobody’s fault but mine.”

Neville climbed off Rose, his penis slipping out of her vagina, and he put his Y-fronts back on. “I’m going upstairs for a wee,” he said, and he walked past Julie and left the room.

Rose had sat up and closed her legs as soon as Neville had climbed off her. Feeling very exposed, she reached over and grabbed the blanket, pulling it across her naked body.

Raymond immediately went over and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her, and said, “Well, I’m sorry for my part in what happened. Neville will be Neville, and we all know what he’s like, so I’m reluctant to be too hard on him, despite the fact that yes, he’s responsible for his own actions. We keep him around anyway, because he’s family and generally good company, when he’s not being a gropey pervert.

“But I’m bloody well not going to blame Rose for any of it. Yes, she exercised poor judgment, possibly because of the alcohol in her system ... but that’s not a crime. Since I seriously doubt my fiancée is actually attracted to Neville, I have to conclude that she let him feel her up for my benefit, because she knew I would enjoy it. And that doesn’t make her a bad person; it makes her a wonderful fiancée!”

Rose burst into tears. Then she turned and hugged Raymond. “Thank you!” she sobbed. “I was so worried about what you would think of me!”

He stroked her hair, and kissed her shoulder. “I love you,” he said. “And I’m so sorry for kicking you out of the bedroom last night. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course!” she said.

“Oh, this warms my heart!” said Julie, dabbing at her eye with the back of her wrist. “That was a lovely little speech, Raymond.”

“It was,” Jeremy agreed. “The big question now is, what do we do about Neville?”

“Kick him out!” said Julie.

“No, that isn’t the big question,” said Raymond sharply. “The big question is, how is Rose? What can we do to support her? What does she need from us? I know that’s three questions. If what Rose needs is for Neville to be out of the house immediately, then let’s kick him out. But let’s not jump to conclusions about what she wants and what’s best for her, until we’ve heard what she needs.”

Julie smiled at him. “That’s very wise, Raymond; I’m proud of you,” she said. “Jeremy, lets go and work on breakfast, and give Raymond and Rose some space.”

“Righto,” said Jeremy, nodding, and the two of them left the room.

“Oh my goodness, what a stay this has turned into!” said Rose. “Are you really not upset with me?”

“No!” said Raymond. “Not at all. Why would I be? You did something ... amazing! For me! And because of that, you got raped ... and I feel awful about that. But how do you feel?”

“So much better, now that I know you still love me,” said Rose. “But aren’t you a little ... disgusted with me? I mean, will you still want to have sex with me, knowing Neville’s been inside me?”

“Just watch me,” said Raymond with a grin, and he kissed her on the lips. She responded eagerly, and slowly lay back on the sofa-bed as the kiss became more passionate. Then her eyes widened, and she broke off the kiss. “Oh my goodness!” she said. “Does it ... does it actually turn you on that Neville had sex with me?”

“Shh!” said Raymond nervously. “No not exactly, at least. Well maybe. Just a little bit. I’m sort of ambivalent. I mean, it’s like an extension of him groping you, you know? Only more intense. But that’s not important, because my first priority is you. If you’re traumatised by this experience, then I’m going to hate Neville forever, and what he did to you.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I’m traumatised, exactly,” said Rose. “I was certainly upset to wake up and find Neville inside me, and then I felt embarrassed and humiliated by having you and your parents discuss the issue, and how much I was to blame for it, while he was still fucking me...”

“I’m sorry about that,” said Raymond. “I should have pulled him off you.”

“I don’t know if that would have been any better, honestly,” said Rose. “I don’t know how he would have reacted. It might have been quite an unpleasant scene. I think that the way he left – just walking out to go to the loo – gave us the space we needed to resolve things. Anyway, I was feeling pretty horrible about the whole thing ... but when you made your lovely speech ... suddenly everything seemed like it was fine after all. I’m still worried about what your mum and dad think of me – particularly your dad – but no, I’m not traumatised. I’d like to give Neville a big slap, but weirdly, I’m not all that angry with him. It’s like ... if I came across a bee that was stuck in a spider’s web, and I carefully freed it, and then it stung me. I’d be like, seriously? I wouldn’t be upset enough to hurt it, but I’d be pretty annoyed with it all the same.”

“So that’s how you’re feeling about Neville?” asked Raymond. “Just annoyed?”

“Very annoyed!” said Rose. “But I don’t want him arrested or anything. I don’t even want him kicked out of the family. It’s Christmas ... I don’t want to break up the family on Christmas Day. Oh ... Happy Christmas by the way.”

“Happy Christmas,” said Raymond. He kissed her, then slid his hand beneath the blanket, looking for her pussy. But when he found it, he paused. “Are you sure you’re not traumatised? I don’t want to trigger bad feelings by ... touching you ... where he did... If you need to take some time off, you know ... from intimacy...”

“Don’t be daft!” she replied with a smirk. “I mean ... I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me.”

“All right then,” said Raymond, relieved. He kissed her again, and began caressing her pussy, sinking a finger into her sperm-lubed vagina. Rose spread her legs, and, in mounting excitement, Raymond unfastened and unzipped his trousers, tugging them down his legs with one hand.

Soon he was inside her, thrusting his cock sloppily amid Neville’s semen. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close, enjoying having the man she loved inside her instead of his pervy great-uncle.

Afterwards, Raymond wanted to see the photos that Rose and Neville had taken last night. A little nervously, Rose watched as he flicked through them with widening eyes. “Oh my goodness!” he said, awestruck at the sight of Rose writhing in apparent bliss as Neville gleefully probed her vagina with two fingers. “These photos are incredible!”

“You’re not ... upset?” asked Rose anxiously. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far...”

Raymond climbed back into bed with her, and kissed her. “I love that you let it go so far,” he said. “But only if you weren’t miserable doing it. The last thing I want is for you to suffer for my pleasure; that would be awful; I couldn’t possibly enjoy it then.”

“It was a little humiliating, feeling Neville touch me like that,” Rose confessed. “But it does help to know that you like the results. It wasn’t unbearable, certainly. And Neville did have some good ideas for photos.”

“He really did!” Raymond agreed.

They continued to talk for a few minutes, and then they held each other tenderly, a very sweet moment which was rather ruined by Neville walking in, still wearing nothing but his Y-fronts. “Oh ‘ello!” he said cheerfully, closing the door behind him. “Looks like you two ‘ave made up. That’s grand.”

“Neville, I’m surprised you have the nerve to show your face in here!” said Raymond, glaring at the old man as he pulled the blanket over himself and Rose.

“It’s okay,” said Rose gently. “I think we should have that talk with him, though.”

“What talk?” inquired Neville.

“Ground rules!” said Raymond. “Since it appears you can’t keep your grubby old hands off my fiancée!”

“Oh,” said Neville, looking rather uninterested. “Okay – what are these rules?”

There was a knock on the door. “Come in!” said Raymond.

The door opened, and Jeremy entered. “Neville!” he said, frowning. “You’re not welcome in here.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” said Raymond. “Rose and I need to talk to him anyway.”

“Oh,” said Jeremy. “Really? Um ... fair enough, then, I suppose. Well, when you’re done, Raymond, I wouldn’t mind your help on my computer upstairs. Matthew Stanhope asked me to print out his sermon, since his printer isn’t working ... but the file he emailed me is in some weird format and I can’t seem to open it.”

“No problem, I can certainly help with that,” said Raymond.

“Thank you,” said Jeremy. “Sooner rather than later, if possible; he’ll be stopping by to pick it up on his way to church.”

“Oh!” said Raymond. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you upstairs, then,” said Jeremy. “Oh, and Happy Christmas to both of you!”

“Happy Christmas!” said Rose and Raymond.

“I don’t get a Happy Christmas?” asked Neville, looking rather disconsolate, as Jeremy left the room.

“What do you expect, Neville?” said Raymond. “You’re in disgrace.” He took a deep breath. “I suppose I’ll have to make this quick; I don’t know what time the vicar’s arriving.”

“You should go and help your dad,” said Rose. “I can have the talk with Neville on my own.”

“Not likely!” said Raymond. “I’m not about to leave you alone with him!”

“It’ll be fine,” Rose assured him. “I’ll be fine. You go.”

Raymond hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. He climbed out of bed, retrieved his underwear and trousers, and put them on, followed by his socks and shoes. Then he stood up, and turned to face Neville with a scowl. “You ... just ... watch it!” he said. Then he left the room.

“All right, Neville,” said Rose, sitting up, and holding the blanket up around her neck. “What we all really need you to understand is that what you did wasn’t okay. Neither Raymond nor I want to involve the police, and while Julie may want to kick you out of the house on Christmas Day, Raymond and I don’t think that would make for a very pleasant day. On the other hand, we can’t in good conscience spend the day in company with a rapist.”

“Okay...?” said Neville, looking a little puzzled.

“So I’ve decided,” said Rose, looking down at her blanket-covered knees, “to give you my consent, retroactively, for the sex we had last night and this morning.”

“Great!” said Neville, grinning. “Then I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You and I both know that’s not the case,” said Rose sternly. “And I can still ask Julie and Jeremy to kick you out, so don’t think you can just do anything you want. We need to set some ground rules.”

“All right,” said Neville, shrugging slightly. “What are they?”

“Well,” said Rose, her cheeks reddening a little, “the first one is, keep your hands out of my panties, unless I give you express permission to go inside them.”

Neville’s eyes widened. “So ... I can just ... grope you? Raymond’s all right wi’ that?”

“Yes,” Rose confirmed, blushing still deeper. “I told you he likes the idea of you groping me. Well, he kind of loved the photos we took, so he didn’t want a complete ban on groping. Honestly, he’d be happy for you to stick your fingers in me any chance you get. But I wouldn’t ... and he wants me to be happy and comfortable with the arrangement. So my limits are his limits ... and my conditions at his conditions. Okay?”

“I told you ‘e’d like t’ photos!” said Neville excitedly.

“He did,” Rose admitted. “Even the last ones. But that brings me to the second rule. No penetration! Unless I give permission ... though I’ll tell you now, that’s not going to happen.”

Neville chuckled. “But if Raymond likes it...”

“No penetration!” Rose insisted. “Rule three: stay out of my bra, unless I give you permission otherwise. And rule four: whatever you’re doing to me at any given time, if I tell you to stop, you stop. Okay?”

“Got it,” said Neville. “Now I’d better get dressed; breakfast’s almost ready.” He picked up the clothes he had taken off the night before, and began putting them on.

“Me too,” said Rose, “although my clothes are upstairs. Would you mind going up and asking Raymond to bring me some clothes? Least you could do under the circumstances, I’d have thought. I’ll need my green jumper, my black trousers, a tank top, and some clean underwear.”

“I can do that,” Neville agreed, as he zipped up his trousers. “I should put t’ sofa-bed away first...”

“I can do that,” said Rose firmly. “While you’re getting my clothes.”

“All right,” said Neville. “I might as well take t’ sheet and blanket up wi’ me though.”

“I’d rather hang on to the blanket until you get back,” said Rose uncomfortably.

“Don’t be daft,” laughed Neville, as he tied his left shoelace. “After all I’ve seen of you? Come on – silly to be shy at this point.”

“I suppose you’re right,” said Rose reluctantly. She climbed off the sofa-bed, clutching the blanket to her front as Neville stripped off the sheet. Then she handed him the blanket, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with her other hand.

Neville grinned. “Don’t be shy, love; let’s see you properly. You’ve got a gorgeous body, Rose, and let’s not forget I’ve already seen it, and even been inside it. There’s no point in hiding yourself from me, is there?”

“Since you’ve already seen it, why do you feel the need to see it again?” asked Rose plaintively.

Neville’s expression sobered. “Look ... Rose,” he said. “I’ll not deny I be’aved badly. God knows you should be upset about it. And ... I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ‘ad sex wi’ you in your sleep. It wasn’t right. But for whatever reason, you’ve decided to let me off ... and for that I’m ‘ighly grateful. I’m an old man, though I wish it weren’t so, and I’ve burned me bridges wi’ any woman as would’ve ‘ad me for an ‘usband. I’ve made a lot of choices I regret. But Rose ... you’re like a ray of sunshine in me lonely life. I’ve ‘ad more fun in t’ past twelve hours than I’ve ‘ad in t’ past twenty years. I know I don’t deserve it ... but...” For a moment he looked as if he were about to cry. But then he grinned sheepishly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is, I don’t think I could ever get enough of seeing you naked. So if you’re willing to make an ‘abit out of it, you’d be making me a very ‘appy man.”

“Wow, Neville!” said Rose in surprise. “I wouldn’t have expected such eloquence from you! But ... what does it say about me if I’m willing to drop my arms and show off my naked body to a man who just raped ... okay, to a man who just had sex with me without asking permission first?”

“It says t’ same thing as you allowing that man to grope you in t’ future,” said Neville. “It says that you’re kind, and forgiving, and generous.”

Rose chuckled. “Well I think most women would be horrified at the idea ... and rightly so,” she said. “But what the heck.” She dropped her arms to her sides. “Those women haven’t walked in my shoes. Enjoy the view, Neville.”

“Oh, I am!” he said, looking her up and down in delight. “Thank you!” He went to the door, opened it, and left the room.

Now alone, Rose quickly figured out how to return the sofa-bed to its usual shape, folding up the bed part and sliding it down inside the seat. In doing so, she uncovered her poo-filled panties, which had sat on the floor all night. The huge lump was now encased in a dark, dry crust, which was cool to the touch.

She hoped Raymond would return soon with her clothes. But she had no idea how long it would take him to sort out his father’s computer issue, and in the meantime, Julie or Robbie could very well walk in unannounced. And the only item of clothing she had was this disgusting garment. As she heard footsteps outside, she made a quick decision; stepping into her heavily-loaded panties, she pulled them up, and the large mass of poo came to rest against her buttocks with an oddly comforting familiarity. At least, she thought to herself, she was no longer naked.

Perhaps she should just bite the bullet and go upstairs like this. After all, everyone had already seen her naked. Except Robbie, of course ... and she did not want to corrupt the boy. At this point, she had no idea whether he was upstairs or downstairs.

She cautiously emerged from the living room. She could hear footsteps upstairs, but had no idea to whom they belonged.

“Hello, dear!” said Julie, smiling at her from the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready. How are you feeling?” Her face looked a little anxious.

“Not traumatised,” said Rose, covering her breasts as she smiled back. “I do have a rather unpleasant headache, though.”

“Hungover and dehydrated, I shouldn’t wonder!” said Julie. “Come and get yourself some water to drink, and I’ll fetch you some aspirin.”

“Well I should really go and put some clothes on first!” said Rose, with an embarrassed laugh. “I dread to imagine what you must think of me, showing so much skin, for so much of the time I’ve been here. Not to mention the huge lump of poo in my panties – which incidentally I should spend some time dealing with while the rest of you have breakfast...”

“Rose,” said Julie, coming out of the kitchen and placing her hands on Rose’s upper arms. “Here’s what I think of you: I think you’re a wonderful, sweet, beautiful, kind, and remarkably courageous young woman. I’m proud to have you as a future daughter-in-law, and I couldn’t be happier to have you in my home. I’m not offended by your near-nudity in the slightest; we’re not puritans in this family, and you have a truly lovely body.”

Rose blushed. “You’re too kind,” she said. “But I’d better put something on before Robbie comes down; I’d hate to corrupt him!”

“Robbie isn’t going to be corrupted by the sight of your breasts,” said Julie, “though I quite understand your desire to put some clothes on. But don’t worry about it on Robbie’s behalf. I certainly didn’t want him to see Neville on top of you...” Her expression darkened. “Now that was an offensive sight! But I don’t hold you responsible for that, of course. Here, come and have some water; we should get you rehydrated.”

Rose was feeling very touched by Julie’s warmth and kindness. “Julie,” she said, a little hesitantly, “I know Raymond and I aren’t married yet ... but is it too soon to call you ‘Mum’...?”

Julie beamed happily, and tears came to her eyes. “Not at all!” she said, pulling Rose into a hug. “I would love that!”

Rose put her arms around Julie, returning the hug, and when they disengaged, she did not bother covering her breasts again as she followed Julie into the kitchen.

“Here,” said Julie, handing her a glass. “Get yourself some water, and I’ll find you some aspirin.”

After a long drink, Rose refilled her glass, and took the pills that Julie handed to her, chasing them down with another long drink. Almost immediately, the pounding in her head began to lessen.

The thudding of feet and the creaking of stairs heralded the arrival of Jeremy and Raymond, who both looked startled to see Rose standing in the kitchen in just her panties, one hand clutching a glass and the other arm across her breasts.

“There you are!” said Julie. “Where have you been? Breakfast’s getting cold!”

“Sorry!” said Jeremy. “We had to print out Matthew’s sermon.”

“Well come and sit down,” said Julie. “Who wants porridge?”

“I’ll just take this opportunity to go and deal with my poo,” said Rose. “And put some clothes on! Did you bring them down with you, Raymond?”

“Huh?” he said. “Oh! Neville’s message! Sorry – I was a little distracted.”

Rose sighed. “Well I suppose it doesn’t matter; I’m going upstairs anyway. And I may be some time!”

“You’re not going to join us for breakfast?” Raymond asked.

“Have you had anything to eat yet?” Jeremy asked.

“No,” said Rose, “but I feel I’ve postponed dealing with my poo long enough; you must all be so sick of the smell by now!”

“Nonsense!” said Jeremy good-naturedly. “I can hardly even smell it now. Shall I get the support cushion from the living room?”

“Well,” said Rose, “I do rather fancy some of that porridge...”

“I’ll be right back!” said Jeremy, hurrying into the living room.

“If you want to go upstairs and throw something on first, dear,” said Julie kindly, “go right ahead. But don’t feel you have to.”

“You don’t want to put trousers on over those panties, surely?” said Raymond. “You’ll get them messy. You might as well stay as you are for the moment.” He sat down at the breakfast table, and helped himself to a croissant.

Jeremy returned with the cushion and the towel, and he set them down on the chair next to Raymond’s. “There you go, Rose,” he said.

“I’ll just dish you up some porridge,” said Julie. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please,” said Rose. She raised an eyebrow at Raymond, who patted the support cushion. “Are you sure you all don’t mind me being topless at the table...?”

“Not at all, dear,” said Julie, smiling at her. She set down the bowl of porridge. “There you go. I don’t know how you like it, but there’s soft brown sugar in the bowl, and milk in the jug.”

“That sounds lovely,” said Rose, sitting down on the support cushion. Her bulging panties sank into the hole in the middle, and she could feel her poo pressing up between her buttocks. She continued to hold one arm over her breasts as she scooped some sugar into her bowl, but then, as it became impractical to continue to stir it in one-handed, she uncovered her breasts so that she could hold her bowl steady.

“Ay up,” said Neville, entering the room. “Am I allowed to join you for breakfast, or am I persona non grata today?”

Julie pursed her lips, and said stiffly, “What do you think, Jeremy?”

“Well, I was talking upstairs with Raymond,” said Jeremy. “He thinks that in the spirit of the occasion, we should all just try to get along and be nice to each other, without any unpleasantness.”

Julie frowned. “That doesn’t seem very fair to Rose!”

“It’s really all right ... Mum,” Rose assured her. “I’m grateful for your concern, but I had a talk with Neville and ... everything is okay. There’s no need for any recriminations or anything. Neville is Neville, and sometimes he’ll be naughty. I don’t want him hounded out of the house – particularly not on Christmas Day!”

“After what he did...” said Julie in disbelief. “Well, you’re the most forgiving person I ever met, Rose, and that’s to your credit. All right, Neville, come and sit down.” Then, as Neville pulled out an empty chair next to Rose, she added, “Not next to Rose!”

“It’s all right, Julie,” said Rose quickly. “I love that you’re so protective of me, but it’s really okay.”

“Very well, then,” said Julie, still frowning a little. “Tea, Neville?”

“Yes please, Julie,” said Neville, placing a hand on Rose’s thigh, beneath the table. Rose, not wanting to draw attention to this, for the sake of family harmony, chose to ignore it.

“Happy Christmas everyone!” said Robbie excitedly as he walked into the kitchen.

“Happy Christmas!” several voices chorused.

“How was your stocking?” Jeremy asked.

Robbie replied by holding up a video game box. “Horizon Zero Dawn!” he exclaimed.

“He’s been wanting that one for months,” said Jeremy with a chuckle. “It was all we could do to convince him not to spend his own money on it.”

“Can I go and load it up?” Robbie asked.

“Not now, dear,” said Julie. “Come and have some breakfast.”

“Whoa!” said Robbie, suddenly noticing Rose’s state of undress. His eyes widened, and he quickly came over to the table, sitting down opposite Rose. “Hi!” he said brightly.

“Hi Robbie,” said Rose, amused. “What else did you get in your stocking?”

“Don’t stare, dear,” Julie admonished her youngest son.

Robbie raised his eyes from Rose’s breasts, his cheeks bright red. “Um,” he said, “I got a Star Wars t-shirt, and a jigsaw puzzle, and a wooden puzzle, and a book about steam trains, and a signal box for my train set, and...”

As he went on, his eyes dropped back to Rose’s breasts, but she did not really mind. He was only sixteen, after all; he was inevitably curious. She was more bothered by the fact that Neville was now rubbing her pussy through her panties. She endured it, though, and hoped he would stay on the outside; otherwise she would have to make a scene.

“Good morning, Gran!” said Julie.

Rose turned anxiously to see Julie’s mother walking in. She was sure the old lady would be offended by her nudity. “Good morning!” she said with a slightly worried smile.

Gran stared at her, then looked at Julie. “Why is she naked?” she inquired. “Doesn’t this girl own clothes?”

“Mum!” said Julie reproachfully. “Please be nice; she’s had a rough morning.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” said Gran, in a more kindly tone. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t think so, Mum,” said Julie. “But thank you for asking.”

Gran sat down, with a little effort, next to Robbie, and said, “Could you please pass me a croissant?” And she said no more on the subject of Rose’s toplessness.

Breakfast was excellent, and the atmosphere was very pleasant, despite Neville’s secretive groping. Afterwards, while Rose was clearing the table, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” said Robbie, bounding off toward the front door.

“Oh!” said Jeremy, looking at Rose on concern. “That’ll be Matthew...”

“The vicar?” said Rose. “Oh crumbs – I’d better get upstairs!”

“Might be best,” Jeremy agreed.

But as Rose hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the foot of the stairs, Robbie opened the door, and stood back as a tall, middle-aged woman walked in, followed by a bald gentleman in a black shirt and a white dog collar. “Oh my!” said the woman, and “Good heavens!” said the man.

“I’m so sorry!” said Rose, cringing inside as she put her hands over her breasts. Behind her, she heard Neville break out into a raucous cackle.

“Oh dear!” said Julie, rushing out of the kitchen and interposing herself between Rose and the vicar and his wife. “Isabel, Matthew, this is Rose, Raymond’s fiancée. She had a little mishap and hasn’t yet had time to deal with it; please forgive her state of undress!”

“There’s no need to apologise,” said Isabel, with an amused expression. “Rose, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose!” said Matthew, with a little wave and a cheerful smile.

“Goodness!” said Rose, smiling bashfully. “I’m meeting so many lovely people! Is everyone in Yorkshire so nice?”

“Not everyone, no,” said Isabel with a little laugh.

“I’m not!” Neville called out from the kitchen.

“Yes, well, we all know about you, Neville!” said Isabel with a wry grin.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” said Julie, rolling her eyes.

“I’m glad you’ve found a warm welcome here, Rose!” said Matthew. “Will we be seeing you in church this morning?”

“Of course!” said Rose. “I wouldn’t miss it!”

“May I squeeze past?” said Jeremy. “I’ll just run upstairs and fetch your sermon, Matthew.”

“Thank you!” said Matthew, stepping back out of Jeremy’s way. “I do appreciate you helping me out with that.”

“Not at all, don’t mention it!” said Jeremy, as he marched up the stairs two at a time.

“I should go and get myself ready,” said Rose, feeling quite exposed and mortified despite how nice Isabel and Matthew seemed. But then she realised that if she went upstairs, they would see her bulging panties. Panicking, she continued, “Although, perhaps I should help with the dishes...”

“Oh, no, you leave those to me,” said Julie. Then, as Rose’s predicament occurred to her, she added, “Matthew, Isabel, would you like to sit down in the living room while we wait for Jeremy? I could make you a cup of tea...”

“No, it’s okay, I’m sure he won’t be long,” said Matthew. “Then we’d best be on our way; lots to do before the service!”

Julie turned to Rose, and squeezed her shoulders affectionately. “It’ll be all right, dear,” she said in a low voice. “They’re nice people; they won’t judge.”

Rose bit her lip. “All right,” she said nervously. Then, feeling incredibly embarrassed, she said, “Um, you’re about to see the mishap Julie referred to before. I humbly apologise in advance for turning your stomachs.” Then she walked quickly past Isabel, rounded the foot of the bannister, and started ascending the stairs.

“Goodness!” said Matthew in astonishment. “Is that all ... poo?”

Rose did not hear Julie’s reply. She reached the top of the stairs just as Jeremy came out of the master bedroom. Flashing him a brief smile, she entered Raymond’s bedroom, and heaved a sigh of relief. Then she noticed the time. “Oh my goodness!” she gasped. It was ten minutes to nine. She did not know how far away the church was, or how long it would take to get there, but she knew she could not possibly both deal with her poo and get herself ready before it was time to leave.

She grabbed her sponge bag and went through to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth with one hand, she tried brushing her hair with the other, but this was not a great success. Giving up on her hair for the moment, she focused on finishing her teeth. Then she washed her face, quickly applied some makeup, and picked up her hairbrush again. She wished she had had time to take a shower and condition her hair, but it was not too tangled, and she managed to get it looking acceptably pretty.

She pulled down her full panties, sat down on the toilet, and emptied her bladder. Looking at her massive lump of poo served to reinforce her conclusion that it would be disastrous to try to flush the whole thing at once. Even breaking it up and flushing it piece by piece – not a pleasant prospect – would be quite risky unless she shaped them into thin sausages that would slip easily down the narrow U-bend. She shuddered.

Having flushed, she washed her hands and left the bathroom. Julie was coming up the stairs. “Hello dear,” said the older woman. “You do look pretty. Are you nearly ready? We’ll be leaving in about ten minutes.”

“I haven’t had time to deal with my poo!” said Rose.

“Yes, I didn’t think you’d have time before we left,” said Julie, “though I didn’t want to pour cold water on your plan. But don’t worry; just leave your messy panties in the bathroom. You can deal with them after we get back.”

“Thank you,” said Rose gratefully. “That sounds like a good plan.” She went back into the bathroom, pulled down her panties, and stepped out of them. Setting them carefully down beside the toilet, she pulled a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll, and wiped her bottom clean. There was very little evidence that her poo had been in contact with her bottom at all, it was so dry by this point.

Leaving the bathroom, she was hoping to slip into Raymond’s bedroom unnoticed, but Jeremy had just reached the top of the stairs, and he was talking to Neville, who was following him. “He’s past his prime, Neville!” Jeremy was saying. “There’s no way he’s worth that much... Oh, hello Rose!”

Rose, having become accustomed at breakfast to being topless around the members of this household, was still rather embarrassed about being seen completely naked. She covered her pussy with her clasped hands. “Hi,” she said awkwardly.

“Did you flush your poo away already?” asked Neville in surprise.

“No,” said Rose. “It’s still in the bathroom. I’ll deal with it later.”

“You know,” said Neville thoughtfully, “it occurs to me that t’ toilets at your church would be able to ‘andle Rose’s poo a lot better than your loo, Jeremy. They’re modern; t’men’s toilets at least ‘ave pretty powerful flushes.”

“That’s true!” said Jeremy. “And worth a try, I’d say. What do you think, Rose?”

“I think I’d better get dressed!” said Rose anxiously.

“Of course!” said Jeremy. “Don’t let us keep you.” Just then, Julie emerged from the master bedroom. “Oh, Julie,” said Jeremy, “do you think the church toilets could handle Rose’s poo?”

“Well they’d do a better job than ours, certainly!” said Julie. “That’s a good idea; we should take Rose’s panties with us.”

“You should just put them back on, Rose,” said Neville, grinning smugly. “Best way to transport them.”

“But I just got clean!” said Rose.

Neville shrugged. “They’re not likely to make you very dirty at this point, if at all. And they ‘ardly smell now. And you said yourself you don’t mind wearing them. So why not? Better to go into the church toilets wi’ your messy panties ‘idden under your clothes than carry them in your ‘and, right?”

Put on the spot like this, Rose could not think of a good counterargument. “I suppose I might as well,” she conceded reluctantly. In truth, the naughtiness of the idea was not entirely without appeal.

“All right then,” said Julie. “Now quick! Get dressed!”

Rose went back into the bathroom, picked up her panties, and stepped into them. Pulling them up, she shivered as her poo once again came into snug contact with her buttocks. It was strange how comfortable this had come to feel.

Hurrying through to Raymond’s bedroom, Rose fished in her bag and pulled out a clean white bra and a white tank top, followed by her long green jumper. Raymond had bought the jumper for her to wear as a dress, but it was really too short for that. She liked it, though – she could dress it up with smart black trousers, or wear it with jeans for a more casual look.

Have put these three items on, she pulled her trousers out of her bag, and stepped into them. Hoping her poo was dry enough not to leave a mark on the inside of the trousers, she pulled them up, only to discover they were too tight around her bottom to allow room for her bulging panties. “Oh no!” she muttered. She could not pull them up high enough in order to zip them up. Not without completely flattening her poo, anyway – and that would be disastrous.

Raymond entered. “How’s it going?” He asked. “Not well!” she replied. “I can’t do my trousers up with my panties full of poo.”

“So take off your messy panties!” said Raymond, rolling his eyes. “It’s about time, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Rose admitted, “except that I was planning to take them into the loo at church and empty them out there. I thought I might as well wear them, rather than carry them in.”

Raymond chuckled, shaking his head. “You really like having your panties full of poo, don’t you?” he said.

“Well,” said Rose, her cheeks reddening, “I know it’s weird, but I don’t mind it...”

Raymond smiled at her. “Well look,” he said. “I know I gave you a hard time about it last night, but after the amazing photos you took for me, I feel I owe it to you to be more supportive and accommodating. And honestly, it doesn’t smell much this morning anyway. So ... feel free to keep your poo in your panties, as long as you like. You have my blessing.”

“Thank you!” said Rose, surprised. “But it’s only until we get to church.” She sighed, and pulled her trousers back down. “But what am I to wear? My skirt won’t go with this jumper.” She pulled her legs out of the trousers, one after the other.

“Just go like that,” said Raymond, grinning. “You can wear that jumper as a dress.”

“Raymond, it’s too short!” she said in exasperation. “Look!” She turned around to show him her bulging panties, which were peeping into view below the hem of the jumper.

“Oh!” said Raymond. “Well your panties won’t be showing once they’re empty, right? Besides, I’m not sure what choice you have, unless you want to stay behind...”

“I think I might have to,” said Rose glumly. “It’s time to go, and I don’t want to make everyone late...”

“Well that’s a shame,” said Raymond, “but okay. Want me to stay home with you?”

“No!” said Rose. “I don’t want you to miss out. You go; I’ll stay here and clean up, I suppose. I’ll have plenty of time to do it the long, messy way...” She grimaced.

She followed Raymond downstairs, where Jeremy was ushering Robbie out of the front door. “Ah, there you are!” said Julie. “My goodness, Rose, that’s a little short for church!”

“Which is why I’m not coming,” said Rose, with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Julie, but it turns out I can’t get my trousers on over these panties. And I don’t have time to figure out another outfit. I’m very sorry; I was really looking forward to going with you all.”

“She can go like that, surely?” said Neville. “They’re not a judgmental bunch; they won’t mind if Rose is showing a bit of leg!”

“That’s probably true,” Julie agreed, “but it’s not fair to ask Rose to go to church in an outfit she’s not comfortable in. She’ll be awfully embarrassed, poor thing.”

“This morning she was naked in front of us!” Neville pointed out. “You’re telling me she can’t ‘andle wearing a minidress to church?”

“I just don’t want to offend people!” said Rose. “Particularly since this jumper doesn’t even fully cover my panties. Not when they’re full of poo, anyway...”

“The toilet’s right inside the entrance,” said Jeremy. “Couldn’t she slip in unnoticed, dump out her poo, and then rejoin us? If one of us walks behind her while we go in, I don’t see why anyone else needs to see her poo.”

“It’s up to Rose,” said Julie firmly. “Don’t you be putting pressure on her! Rose, you’re very welcome to come as you are, but we quite understand if you’d rather not.”

“I’d like to come,” said Rose anxiously. “Are you sure it’ll be all right?”

“It’ll be fine,” Julie assured her.

“I’ll grab the support cushion!” said Neville.

Moments later, feeling rather anxious, Rose was climbing into the passenger seat of Raymond’s car, and guiding her poo-filled panties into the hole in the support cushion.

“Do you mind if I ride with you two?” Neville asked. “Makes more sense to take two cars instead of three ... and Jeremy’s car’s full, wi’ Robbie and Gran in t’ back.”

“Rose, what do you think?” asked Raymond.

“If you want to give him a ride, I don’t mind,” said Rose.

“Hop in, then, Neville,” said Raymond.

“Thanks!” Neville climbed into the back seat, positioning himself directly behind Rose.

After they set off, following Jeremy’s car, it was not long before Neville’s hand snaked around the seat and grasped Rose’s breast through her jumper. “Not now, Neville,” said Rose wearily. The hand was withdrawn.

The church was less than a mile away. The car park was full, so Raymond parked on the road. As Rose got out and slung her handbag over her shoulder, she looked around nervously at other people making their way slowly towards the church entrance, or just arriving in their cars. The walk to the toilet was going to be a long, nerve-wracking one.

“Shield me!” she said urgently to Raymond, as they began making their way along the pavement. She tugged the sides of her jumper downwards, hoping this would hide her panties at the back.

They soon caught up with the others. “Are you all right, dear?” Julie asked in concern.

“Yes thanks, Mum,” said Rose. “As long as I can keep to the middle of our little group, I’ll be fine until we can get inside.”

“Why did Neville bring your cushion?” Julie asked. “Are you not planning to empty out your panties right away?”

“What?” said Rose, startled. “I didn’t know he’d brought it from the car. Maybe he’s hoping I won’t clean up right away, but if so, he’s going to be disappointed!”

“Probably not a bad idea to have it handy, though, just in case,” said Julie quietly. “I mean, what if you find the toilet’s blocked, or something?”

“Unlikely, I hope,” replied Rose. “Aren’t these toilets supposed to have a really powerful flush?”

“Good point,” Julie acknowledged. “Never mind, then.”

They entered the church, where a smiling old lady handed Rose a service sheet. She let go of her jumper briefly with her right hand in order to take the sheet, then she grabbed it again and pulled it down, hoping nobody had caught a glimpse of her panties in the meantime. Then she spotted the toilets: two doors, showing generic stick-man and stick-woman figures. “All right, I’m off to clean up,” she muttered.

“Good luck, dear!” Julie whispered.

Tugging the sides of her jumper down as much as possible, Rose hurried towards the ladies’. When she tried the door, for a ghastly moment she thought it was occupied ... but the door was merely a little stiff, and opened readily enough when she gave it a firm push.

She locked herself inside, and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally! At long last, she was about to get rid of the large brown monster in her panties. And as luck, or astute forethought, would have it, her handbag contained a clean pair of panties. Within minutes, she was going to be back to normal ... if a little skimpily dressed for church.

The lid of the toilet was down, so she opened it, and then tried an experimental flush. Water poured down from beneath the rim in a satisfyingly torrential fashion, and swirled vigorously down to the bottom of the bowl and around the U-bend. But in regarding this with a critical eye, Rose was still worried. She imagined dumping out her poo, and flushing; she attempted to visualise what would happen.

Pulling down her panties, she carefully pulled her shoe-clad feet through the leg-holes, one by one. She held her panties over the toilet bowl, then, with a deep breath, she turned them upside down. Her huge lump of poo, sticking to the fabric, clung on for a second before its sheer weight caused it to plummet into the bowl. Rose jumped back to avoid the splash it caused. Then she stepped forward to peer into the bowl.

Her poo, a huge, misshapen mass, entirely eclipsed the aperture at the base of the bowl. She flushed, and the water poured down ... but it poured over and then around the lump, barely affecting its position. As the flow of water diminished, the poo, now rather soggy, was still forming a bridge over the entrance to the U-bend.

Disgruntled, Rose looked around for an implement with which to rod her poo downward. There was a plunger available, and a brush. Selecting the brush, she grimaced as she poked and prodded at her poo, bending and breaking it, forcing it down into the tunnel below. The main body of the poo was now invisible beneath the soupy brown water.

She flushed again. Water surged into the bowl, and the water level climbed, and climbed, all the way up to the rim of the toilet before the flow stopped. Her poo had well and truly blocked the U-bend; and now there was an entire lake of disgusting brown water above it. She could maybe try to reach down into the water with her arm, and try to clear the blockage by hand ... but with no guarantee of success, she had little appetite for such an endeavour.

The water level was, however, dropping – albeit very slowly. Somehow, water was seeping past her poo ... and if that was happening, then the blockage was inevitably being eroded. Another flush would help it to erode faster, and might even clear it entirely. So, Rose waited for the level to drop.

Five minutes passed, though it felt like ten. She could hear the service well under way on the other side of the door. And still the water was halfway up the bowl. Tired of waiting, Rose decided to risk another flush. She reached for the handle, and pushed it down. Water once again surged into the bowl.

The water level climbed, and climbed. Rose gasped in panic as it reached the top of the bowl, and started to overflow. Brown water spilled down the sides of the toilet, and began to spread across the floor. Rose backed away in horror, hoping it would not reach her shoes. But the water kept advancing...

Rose shuddered as she stared down into the clean, empty toilet bowl. Yes, that was very likely how this was going to play out. It was definitely not worth the risk. The alternative of course would be to break her poo into smaller chunks by hand, and feed them one by one into the toilet bowl, flushing after each one. But that would not only be a disgusting and smelly activity, it would also take a long time as she waited for the toilet to refill numerous times. It might take half the service, and the other churchgoers, who didn’t yet know her, would hear the toilet flushing over and over again, and wonder what the heck was going on. Not a great first impression!

Hearing the sound of the organ, and the congregation singing the first hymn, she quietly slipped out of the ladies’ toilet and looked around for Raymond and his family. She spotted them almost immediately; they had chosen to sit right at the back. Probably, she thought to herself, for her benefit. Tugging her jumper down to cover her bulging panties, she walked over to join them.

Julie was standing at the end of the pew; she smiled at Rose and then raised a quizzical eyebrow. Rose pouted, and shook her head. Julie smiled sympathetically, patted Rose’s arm, and gestured along the pew to where an empty space had been left for her, between Neville and Raymond. Turning towards the front of the church, she shuffled sideways in front of Julie, Jeremy, and Neville, who lifted the back of her jumper and grinned in delight to see her poo still in her panties. He quickly stooped to pick up the support cushion that he had stowed beneath the pew, along with the towel, and placed them on the seat behind Rose.

Raymond shared his hymn book with Rose for the remainder of the hymn, “O Come, All Ye Faithful”. While she sang, she noticed that Freddie and Daphne were here too – they were standing a few pews ahead.

After the first hymn, the service proceeded in a fairly standard and predictable fashion. Though Rose was not particularly religious, she had grown up attending weekly services at her local church which, like this one, was Church of England. This service was therefore comfortingly familiar, and since she had been confirmed at the age of fourteen, she was eligible to take communion. The thought of walking up the aisle with her bulging panties showing beneath her jumper, however, did not bear thinking about.

Neville was being a pest, of course, but since they were in church, Rose did not allow him to get very far, swatting his hand away several times during the first half of the service, until he gave up, nursing a broken blood vessel in the back of his hand.

After the communion hymn, the congregation all sat down. As she was getting quite used to doing, Rose carefully guided her panty-bulge into the towel-lined hole in the support cushion. Here she had been intending to stay, but Neville apparently had other ideas.

“Will you be going up for communion wi’ us?” he asked her in a low voice.

“With my panties visible to anyone behind me?” replied Rose. “I think not!”

“You can keep your jumper pulled down, surely?” said Neville.

“Maybe,” conceded Rose, “but I don’t particularly want everyone to see that I’m bottomless!”

“They’ll see that anyway after t’ service,” Neville pointed out.

“Not if I make a quick escape, they won’t!” said Rose.

“Escape to where?” asked Neville. “You know we’re all going into t’ church ‘all after t’ service, right? For coffee and mince pies?”

“What?” said Rose in alarm. “No! I can’t do that!”

“Oh dear,” said Neville. “Well I suppose we could all just go ‘ome, but Julie will be very disappointed not to be able to introduce you to all of ‘er friends. Plus, she made ‘alf of t’ mince pies.”

“Oh gosh,” said Rose fretfully. Then, “Well, Raymond and I can go home; the rest of you can stay for coffee and mince pies.”

“That would leave five of us in one car,” said Neville. “A bit of a crush for Julie’s mum. And Julie wouldn’t get to introduce you to people.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t want to introduce me to anyone when I’m dressed like this and smelling of poo!” Rose hissed.

“I’m fairly sure she’d rather do that than not get to introduce you at all,” said Neville. “But what do I know? I’ve only known ‘er for twenty-five years.”

Rose, of course, had known Julie for less than a day – aside from a few chats via Skype – but she had a strong hunch that Neville was probably correct. Julie was non-judgmental almost to a fault, and so eager to embrace Rose into the bosom of the family that even a horrendous panty-pooping accident was treated as a non-issue. And this, of course, was why Rose still had poo in her panties, more than twelve hours after the accident. If Julie had expressed even the merest smidgeon of disgust, Rose would almost certainly have found a way to dispose of her poo by now. Instead, somehow, keeping her poo in her panties had at every step seemed like the path of least resistance.

Yet she could not in good conscience blame Julie for any of this; the woman had been a delightfully warm, wonderful, welcoming host. She had been kindness itself, forever eager to ensure that Rose felt comfortable and looked-after. And so, although she knew that Julie would be totally supportive if she wanted to go straight home after the service, Rose was very keen not to disappoint her future mother-in-law. She would stay, she decided, for coffee and mince pies in the church hall. Somehow, Julie would make it all right for her to do so.

Coffee in one hand, a mince pie in the other ... she would have no hands free to keep her jumper pulled down at the back. All of Julie’s friends – perhaps the entire congregation of the church – was going to see her bulging, poo-filled panties. But maybe that was okay. After all, Raymond’s whole family had already seen them, and she valued their opinion of her more than that of a churchful of strangers.

So did it really matter if she went up for communion? She had planned to keep her jumper pulled down, so they would only see her legs at this point ... but would it even matter if she let go, so that her jumper popped up and exposed her poo-loaded panties? Perhaps not ... but she intended to keep them covered anyway. She thought about asking Julie if she should go up for communion, but she was fairly sure of what the answer would be: “It’s up to you, dear.”

And yet ... she had to be sure. Leaning forwards and a little sideways, in front of Neville, she caught Julie’s eye, and said, “Julie ... do you think I should go up for communion, or stay here?”

Julie’s eyes widened a little. She looked anxiously forward, to the altar rail. Then she looked back at Rose. “If you’re feeling the need to take communion,” she said, “then go ahead. Some people might be offended by your ... panties ... but don’t worry about that; I’ll defend your right to take communion even if I have to...”

“I’ll be keeping my jumper pulled down,” Rose said.

“Oh good!” said Julie in relief.

“It’s not that I feel strongly about it,” said Rose. “If you wanted me to stay here, I’d be happy to do so. But I figure everyone’s going to see my bare legs and my panties in the church hall after the service anyway, so I thought maybe it wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“You’re staying for mince pies?” said Julie in surprise. “I sort of assumed you’d want to go straight home...”

“And miss meeting your friends?” said Rose with a smile. “I’m sure you were hoping to introduce me.”

“I was!” said Julie eagerly. “Oh but Rose, I don’t want you to be miserable, feeling so exposed in a room full of strangers...”

“I’ll be fine,” Rose assured her. “As long as I have your support, I can handle the embarrassment. It won’t be as bad as last night, anyway, meeting my future in-laws for the first time with full panties! But you made that all right, and I’m sure you’ll make this all right too.”

“I will,” Julie promised. “So go ahead and take communion if you like ... and if your panties don’t stay covered, don’t worry about it – we’ll explain it to everyone afterwards.”

“Okay,” said Rose, nodding. “Thank you.”

The two ushers who were administering the communion queue soon drew level with Julie. As they stepped back to allow her to exit the pew, Rose shivered. This was going to be nerve-wracking.

She got to her feet immediately after Neville did, and tugged the sides of her jumper downwards as she made her way into the aisle. Julie looked back at her, and gave her a warm smile of support. Rose grinned back nervously. Behind her, Raymond joined the queue, followed by Gran and Robbie.

Making her way slowly up the aisle, Rose felt sure that everybody she passed was staring at her. Clutching the sides of her jumper, she kept it pulled as far down as she could, hoping that it was keeping her panties well covered.

Neville reached the front of the queue, and, as space at the altar rail became available, he walked over and knelt in front of it, his head bowed. Rose walked over and knelt down next to him, and awaited her turn as Reverend Stanhope approached with the communion wafers.

It had been a while since Rose had taken communion, or she would have realised her predicament sooner. But as Neville placed his right hand, palm up, atop his left, and presented both hands to the vicar, she realised she was going to have to follow suit ... which meant letting go of her jumper. She gulped. Julie had said this would be okay, but even so, the prospect of revealing her bulging panties to the entire congregation was terrifying.

She waited until the last minute. Then, as Reverend Stanhope stepped in front of her, she let go of her jumper, and quickly raised her hands, palm atop palm in the same manner as Neville.

“The body of Christ,” said Matthew, placing a wafer on her upper palm.

“Amen,” said Rose. She popped the wafer into her mouth, then dropped her hands, grasping her jumper and pulling it down again.

“You might as well not bother,” Neville murmured. “You’ll need both ‘ands for t’ wine as well.”

This was certainly true, but Rose waited until Neville had sipped from the cup of wine before letting go and raising her own hands again. “The blood of Christ,” said the woman bearing the cup.

“Amen,” said Rose. As she guided the cup to her lips, she felt her jumper shift slightly at her back, and a downward glance told her that Neville had reached his left arm behind her. He was doing something with her jumper; she hoped he was helpfully pulling it down.

But when she let go of the cup and lowered her hands to her sides, she realised with horror that he had actually pulled her jumper up, not down. Grabbing the sides of the garment in panic, she yanked the hem down from the level of the small of her back, to below her bulging panties. She turned angrily towards Neville, but he was already getting up to leave.

She stood up, and followed Neville down the aisle at the side of the church to their pew, deliberately avoiding eye contact wish everyone she passed.

Julie reached the pew first; she entered it and walked along it right to the end, where she sat down, then glared up at Neville as he approached. “That was a rotten thing to do, Neville!” she whispered, loudly enough for Rose to hear from ten feet away.

“She’ll get over it,” said Neville cheerfully. “They could all see ‘er panties anyway; I just gave ‘em a better look.”

“You had no right, man,” said Jeremy with a scowl.

“Rose dear, are you all right?” Julie asked in concern. “I see what Neville did; what a horrid thing to do! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” said Rose with a shrug, as she carefully sat down on her support cushion. She felt a little better, now that Julie and Jeremy were vigorously sticking up for her. “I think the cat was already pretty much out of the bag by that point. And I’m sure Raymond enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed what? What happened?” asked Raymond.

“Neville lifted the back of my jumper at the altar rail,” said Rose, “exposing the whole of my panties to the congregation.”

“Oh dear!” said Raymond. “Man ... I wish I had seen that though...”

“You see!” said Rose to Julie, with a wry smile. “He’s no help at all!”

Julie smiled back. “I’m glad you’re able to take it so well,” she said. “I’m sure I’d have run screaming from the church!”

“I suppose I’m just getting used to feeling embarrassed,” said Rose ruefully.

“Poor thing,” said Julie sympathetically.

The service drew to a close, and Rose held her jumper down as she filed out of the church with the others, shaking hands with a smiling Matthew Stanhope at the door. The entire congregation, with a very few exceptions, walked over to the church hall; Rose was among the first to enter, having being located so close to the back of the church.

Tables and chairs were laid out; the coffee and mince pies were sitting on a long table next to a tall Christmas tree. Rose helped herself, resigning herself to letting go of her jumper so that she could use both hands. Then she quickly sought out Neville, who was carrying her support cushion. “Can we find a place to sit?” she asked him urgently.

Neville nodded, and set the cushion down on one of the nearby chairs. But at that moment, Julie came over, looking excited. “Rose,” she said, “this is Cathy, an old friend of mine. She used to babysit Raymond when he was little. Ah, there you are, Raymond!”

“Aunt Cathy!” said Raymond in surprise. “Hello!”

“Hello Raymond,” said Cathy with a smile. She was a large lady, with a pleasant but slightly crooked smile. “And hello Rose! Quite an impression you’ve made here; you’re the talk of the church!”

“Oh gosh,” said Rose with a grimace. “I’m so sorry – I really didn’t mean to be!”

“Well, accidents happen,” said Cathy. “It was truly awful of Neville to do what he did, though – he’s a terrible cad!”

Rose’s face paled. “You told her about...”

“No!” said Julie quickly. “She’s just referring to what he did in church.”

“Oh!” said Rose, relieved. “Well yes, he is.”

“What else did he do?” Cathy inquired.

“Well, you know Neville,” said Julie vaguely. “I’m sure you can imagine.”

Cathy glanced over to where Neville had seated himself, a few yards away. He was staring at Rose’s bulging panties with a big grin on his face. “Yes, I can imagine,” she said. “Has he pawed at you, lately?”

Julie rolled her eyes. “Of course,” she said. “Every chance he gets. Admittedly not so much in the past twelve hours, thanks to Rose here...”

Rose smirked. “I’m so happy to be your lightning rod,” she said.

“You should charge by the hour!” said Cathy with a smile.

After this, Rose was introduced to a succession of Julie’s friends, who were all so nice and friendly that she might have forgotten that she was standing here with her poo-filled panties visible beneath the hem of her jumper ... if only they would have stopped mentioning it.

“i couldn’t believe what Neville did!” said Trisha Wilkins, the latest middle-aged woman to be introduced to Rose. “Pulling up your jumper like that ... in front of everyone!”

“Well it’s not like we couldn’t see her panties anyway,” her husband, Jim, pointed out. “But yes – he’s a pervy old bugger, isn’t he?”

“I wonder if t’ ladies’ loo at t’ pub might be up to the job?” said May Burnham, one of the choir members. “It’s got as powerful a flush as I’ve seen anywhere.”

“You’re right, it has!” Julie agreed. “It’ll be closed today, though.”

“Oi!” said Trisha, looking past Rose. “Stop that, you two!”

Rose turned to see two teenaged boys laughing as they held up a phone, no doubt in the process of photographing or filming her panties. “Oh gosh!” she groaned.

“Boys!” said May in exasperation, as the two youngsters retreated to a safe distance ... from which they resumed filming. “They’re exactly the same, generation after generation.”

“And then they grow up to be men like Neville,” said Trisha, rolling her eyes.

“Not all of them!” retorted Julie. “You’re standing next to a fine example of an English gentleman.”

“That’s true,” said Trisha, smiling as she squeezed her husband’s arm.

“Well I don’t know about ‘gentleman’,” said Jim, “but I certainly wouldn’t lift a young woman’s dress to show everyone what’s beneath. If that makes me a gentleman, then all right, but I’d say Neville sets a pretty low bar.”

“He does that,” agreed Trisha.

After another half hour’s socialising, during which Rose never actually got around to sitting down, the congregants began to depart. “Time we were heading home,” said Julie.

On the ride home, Neville sneaked his hands around either side of Rose’s seat in order to fondle her breasts through her jumper. “Good grief, Neville!” Rose said, pushing his hands away. “You’re incorrigible! You totally humiliated me in church...”

Raymond chuckled. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said. “You said yourself everyone was really nice about it. And on your side.”

“Yes,” said Rose, “they all agreed Neville’s a frightful pervert!”

“You know how you were wanting to hire your cousin’s band for the reception?” said Raymond.

“Yes,” said Rose, a little grumpily. “You’ve been dead against the idea.”

“Well,” said Raymond, a little hesitantly. “I’ve decided ... to change my mind.”

“Oh!” said Rose excitedly. “That’s brilliant! Corinne will be so thrilled! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” said Raymond. “Now perhaps ... in return ... you might allow Neville to have a bit of a feel...?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “You just want me to let him grope me whenever he wants, without objecting, don’t you?”

Raymond grinned sheepishly. “Pretty much,” he admitted. “But only as much as you’re willing to, for my sake.”

Rose sighed. “Well I suspect you’re going to owe me way more than Corinne’s band at the reception, by the end of our stay,” she said. “Go on then, Neville, I suppose it’s nothing you haven’t already done.”

The hands returned, and Rose rolled her eyes as they massaged her breasts through her jumper. She turned to Raymond and raised an eyebrow. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes,” said Raymond happily, glancing down at Neville’s hands.

“Just pay attention to the road,” she cautioned him.

Neville now slid his left hand down Rose’s front, and slipped it between her thighs. As he rubbed Rose’s pussy through her panties, Raymond stared down with wide eyes.

“Watch the road!” said Rose.

“Sorry!” said Raymond, snapping his eyes back up to the windscreen, and making a quick course correction.

Since Rose was sitting on the support cushion, her bulging panties nestling snugly into the hole in the middle, her jumper was not pinned beneath her, and Neville now took full advantage of that fact, hoisting it up around her waist and then sliding his hands up underneath it. Rose rolled her eyes, but did not stop him; he had done far worse than fondle her breasts through her t-shirt and bra. Even when he lowered his hands, and slid them up beneath her t-shirt, she did not stop him or even comment.

But then he said, “Can you take off your bra please, Rose?”

Rose gaped at this presumptuous request. “No!” she said indignantly.

“Why not?” Neville inquired. “You don’t need to encase such gorgeous things in cages of fabric and wire. Let them breathe! Set them free!”

“He’s got a point,” said Raymond cheerfully. He glanced over, and grinned at Rose.

“Well I don’t have time!” Rose retorted. “We’re almost home.”

“You know,” said Raymond thoughtfully, “I should really fill up on fuel before tomorrow. It’ll be good to leave with a full tank. Let’s drop by the petrol station on the way home.”

“How far away is it?” asked Rose warily.

“Just a couple of miles,” said Raymond.

“That’ll give you time to take off your bra!” Neville remarked with a grin.

“Oh fine,” said Rose with a sigh. She leaned forwards, put her hands up inside the back of her t-shirt, and unclasped her bra. Then, tucking her hand inside her neckline, she pushed her bra strap off her left shoulder, and a short way down her arm. Next, she pushed her left sleeve up to her elbow, slid her hand up inside it, grabbed her bra strap, and tugged it out. Extracting her forearm, she then repeated the process with her right arm. Soon, she was pulling her bra out of her sleeve. “There,” she said, leaning back against her seat once more.

“Wonderful!” said Neville, sliding his hands back up inside her t-shirt and grabbing her breasts. He gave them a good squeeze, and gently pinched her nipples. “Such lovely tits!”

“Thanks,” said Rose wryly. A few moments later, she gasped as Neville slid his right hand back down her belly, and into the front of her panties. As Raymond pulled into the petrol station, Rose lifted her jumper up, and spread her thighs apart. “You’re really okay with this?” She asked her fiancé, shivering at the sensation of Neville’s arthritic middle finger sliding up and down between her labia, stroking her clitoris.

Raymond stopped beside one of the pumps, then looked down at Rose’s lap, to see Neville’s hand buried in Rose’s panties, diligently massaging her pussy. He grinned. “Only if you’re okay with it,” he said. “But yes – that’s incredibly sexy.” Then he got out of the car, and set about filling the petrol tank.

“‘E’s a good lad, is Raymond,” said Neville happily.

Rose smirked. “You’re jolly lucky he has this particular ... interest,” she said. “Otherwise I wouldn’t even consider letting you do this.”

“I’m grateful to both of you,” said Neville, kneading her left breast while he continued to tease her clitoris. “From t’ bottom of me ‘eart. You’re t’ best thing to ‘appen to me in a great many years, Rose.”

“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” said Rose, smiling sympathetically. “Just don’t do this in front of Robbie, okay? He’s too young to see it.”

“But whenever Robbie’s not looking ... I can feel you up?” asked Neville.

“I suppose Raymond would want me to say ‘yes’ to that,” said Rose with a little sigh. “And I appreciate you actually asking this time. All right, Neville, yes, you can. But Raymond’s going to owe me majorly!”

“Thank you!” said Neville exultantly. Then he withdrew his right hand from her panties, and popped her seatbelt undone. “Now, ‘ow about taking off that jumper?”

“Right here in the car?” said Rose in surprise. “You’re not serious!”

“I know it sounds like a radical idea,” Neville acknowledged. “But ‘ear me out. You know as well as I do: Jeremy and Julie keep their ‘ouse very warm. Too warm for a thick jumper like yours. You’ll be very uncomfortable if you try and keep it on all day. On the other ‘and, you spent yesterday evening in a top and panties, and nobody minded a bit. And you were wearing nothing but panties this morning! And still nobody minded. So really ... what’s the point of keeping your jumper on? You’ll be ‘appier without it.”

“You may be right,” Rose conceded, “except for one thing: we’re not at Jeremy and Julie’s! We’re outside!”

“You’re in a car!” said Neville. “Anyone looking in will see you’re wearing a top. Nothing scandalous about that. They needn’t know you’re not wearing anything on your bottom half.”

“But I’ll have to walk from the car to the house,” Rose objected feebly. She knew it was unlikely anybody other than family would see her.

“Give over – you won’t catch cold in that short distance!” said Neville. “Go on, let’s get you out of that jumper.”

Rose thought about insisting on waiting for Raymond’s opinion, but she knew he would take Neville’s side. “Very well,” she sighed. She pulled her arms out of her sleeves, one after the other, then she hoisted the garment up her torso and over her head. Folding it up, she tucked it away on the floor in front of her seat.

“Wow!” said Raymond, as he climbed back in. “You took off your dress!”

“Yeah, well, I figured it won’t stay on me for long once we get back to the house, anyway,” said Rose with an air of resignation. “Neville’s idea, of course, but I assumed you would approve.”

“I do!” said Raymond.

Neville’s hand was in Rose’s panties for the entire journey back to the house. He also pulled her t-shirt all the way up to her neck, but she pulled it down again as Raymond pulled the car into the driveway of his parents’ cottage.

Raymond carried Rose’s jumper inside. “I’ll just take this upstairs,” he said. Then he added, cheekily, “Want me to take your t-shirt too?”

“No!” said Rose.

“Hello dear!” said Julie, looking out from the kitchen. “I see you’re losing clothes already!”

Rose trotted into the kitchen. “I’m so sorry,” she said, embarrassed. “Neville pointed out I’d probably be quite hot in the jumper, and Raymond took his side, of course. But I don’t want you to think I’m ... wanton, or something.”

Julie smiled. “I don’t think anything of the sort,” she said. “But I’m concerned that Raymond and Neville are pressuring you into doing things you’re not comfortable with. What I want most is for you to enjoy your time with us ... and I feel awful about what’s happened to you so far.”

“Please don’t,” said Rose earnestly. “I’m loving it here. You’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. This house is lovely, Jeremy’s very nice too ... the whole family is. Neville’s ... well, he’s something else, isn’t he? But the weird thing is that I don’t mind his attentions as much as you might think. For one thing, Raymond gets a huge kick out of it, and I do like to make him happy. But even seeing Neville’s childish glee at seeing my body, and seeing what he can get away with ... it’s ... not unflattering, you know? And yes, he’s grabby, and more than that, I know ... but he’s never mean about it, and he’s always grateful...” She sighed. “I’m afraid I gave him permission to feel me up whenever he likes ... as long as Robbie isn’t around to see it.”

Julie gasped. “Oh, Rose!” she said anxiously.

Rose shrugged. “It’ll be okay,” she said. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll just withdraw my permission. But I knew Raymond would love it. My only worry is that it’ll bother you and Jeremy. Not to mention Gran! Gosh, I’d forgotten about her. Oh dear...”

“Yes, Mum wouldn’t be happy to see that,” Julie agreed. “Neither would I, to be honest. Not because I would think badly of you, but because I wouldn’t like to see you being mistreated...”

Rose bit her lip, and nodded. “Then I suppose I’d better tell Neville he should only grope me in private.”

“Oh dear!” said Julie. “I suppose I don’t want that either! Now I’ll be afraid to leave you alone with him!”

Rose groaned. “Ugh, I’m making such a mess of things!” she said. “I just wanted to make Raymond happy, and be charitable to a dirty old man. But if it’s going to make you unhappy, then perhaps I should just hide myself away...”

Julie shook her head. “Rose, don’t spare my feelings,” she said. “It’ll be uncomfortable for me to see Neville groping you, but if that’s what you’ve agreed to, and you’re not being coerced, and this is what you want to do, then don’t worry about offending me and Jeremy. We can handle it. I’m glad you made that condition about Robbie, of course – thank you for that. Might I suggest you add a similar condition about my mother?”

“Sure – I’ll talk to Neville,” said Rose in surprise. “But are you sure you won’t be upset to see Neville groping me?”

Julie took hold of Rose’s hands. “Just tell me honestly, Rose: is this what you want? For Neville to grope you whenever he wants, and for me and Jeremy to be comfortable with that?”

Rose smiled sheepishly. “When you put it like that, it does sound rather crazy, doesn’t it? Is it ... is it too much to ask?”

“It’s certainly an unusual request,” said Julie, “but I love you, and want you and Raymond to be happy. If this will help you both to be happy, then you’ll have my complete support.”

“Thank you!” said Rose. “Oh my goodness – that’s such a relief to hear! Thank you, thank you – Mum. I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful mother-in-law!”

“You’re most welcome, dear,” said Julie, pulling Rose into a hug. “I’ll talk to Jeremy about it; make sure he’s on the same page.”

“Thank you,” said Rose. “And I’ll talk to Neville about Gran.”

Neville, it turned out, was more than happy to agree to curtail his behaviour in front of Gran. “She’d ‘ave me ‘ead off,” he remarked wryly. “I don’t think we need apply t’ same rule to Daphne and Freddie though.”

“Oh gosh, I’d forgotten about them,” said Rose. “And they’re coming for lunch!”

“Yes, they’ll probably be ‘ere any moment,” said Neville.

“I should talk to Julie again!” said Rose.

Julie was, in fact, just answering the door and letting Jeremy’s parents in. They looked surprised, but not unduly concerned, to see Rose in just a t-shirt and panties. “Hello again, Rose,” said Daphne.

Rose hugged her. “Sorry once again for my state of undress! My sweater was fine in church, but a little warm for this house.” This was all the explanation she offered, and fortunately neither Daphne nor Freddie requested any further elaboration.

Lunch was delicious: a huge cider-roast turkey stuffed with two kinds of stuffing (sage and onion, and chestnut), and adorned with rolls of bacon on cocktail sticks; there were also roast potatoes, sprouts, honey-roasted carrots, and spiced red cabbage. Afterwards there was an amazingly rich Christmas pudding with brandy butter.

Neville, sitting next to Rose, wasted no time in getting his hand inside the front of her panties, and he spent most of the meal playing with her labia and clitoris. This made it slightly challenging for Rose to concentrate on the various conversations going on around the table, but she did her best to join in as much as she could. Julie, who guessed what Neville was doing, cast an occasional disapproving glance in his direction, and Raymond, who was sitting on Rose’s other side and could see Neville’s wrist, if not his hand, kept grinning and chuckling quietly to himself. Otherwise, nobody was any the wiser.

Afterwards, Jeremy insisted that Julie go and put her feet up, while he worked on clearing up and washing dishes. Rose helped him, and Neville offered to help as well, although this was mainly an excuse to feel Rose up as often as he could.

At one point, Jeremy turned around to say something, then froze in startlement at the sight of Rose drying a serving bowl while Neville embraced her from behind, one hand tucked into the front of her panties and the other up inside her t-shirt, massaging her left breast. “Good grief!” he said.

“Sorry,” said Rose guiltily.

Jeremy blinked. “No need for YOU to apologise!” he said.

“Well I don’t imagine Neville will,” Rose remarked, blushing, as Neville slowly rubbed her clitoris with his middle finger.

Jeremy sighed heavily. “No, I don’t suppose he will. But that doesn’t mean you need to apologise on his behalf.” He shook his head. “I still don’t understand why you’re letting him do this, Rose. Julie warned me about it, so it’s not completely unexpected ... but I’m still shocked. I mean ... what’s Neville done to deserve such a privilege? Especially after this morning!”

“Nothing,” Rose admitted. “But this really isn’t about Neville. It’s about me and Raymond.”

Jeremy nodded. “Yes, and while I’m not thrilled to discover what turns my son on, I do understand that some men enjoy watching their wife or girlfriend – or indeed fiancée – getting intimate with another man. What I don’t get is why the two of you would choose to indulge that ... fetish ... in front of other family members. And in Raymond’s absence, no less! I mean, he’s not even here to enjoy it!”

This felt like a reprimand, and Rose paled. “Neville, please stop,” she said. “Jeremy, I’m truly sorry. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable! I assure you it wasn’t about Neville feeling me up in front of you, or Julie, or anyone in particular ... the point was just to let Neville be Neville. To let him feel me up whenever he wants. That’s what excites Raymond ... but I feel awful for not considering how it would make you and Julie feel. Well ... I did ... but I sort of got the idea from Julie that it would be okay. But I realise now that she was probably just being nice and trying to be accommodating ... the way she has been, so wonderfully, ever since I arrived here. I should have realised that she – and you – would much rather not see this sort of thing. Neville, stop! Seriously!”

Neville reluctantly withdrew his hands, and stuck them into his pockets while he awaited the outcome of this conversation.

“Well, you’re right about Julie being accommodating,” Jeremy admitted. “She’s very motivated to make your stay here a good experience. As am I, of course ... but Julie plays host much better than I do. Look ... my objection to Neville groping you isn’t because I’m offended by the sight of it. At least, not in the way you think. I’m only offended on your behalf, Rose; it bothers me that Neville not only raped you...”

“Uh-uh!” said Rose anxiously.

“Sorry – had sex with you without permission,” Jeremy corrected himself. “Not only did he do that, and not only did he get away with it without any kind of consequence or punishment ... but you’re actually rewarding him by letting him fondle you whenever he likes! And maybe Raymond wants that ... but I have a hard time believing that you do! That’s the crux of my objection: my concern that you’re being coerced into it, or doing it only out of some misguided sense of obligation.”

“It’s not like that at all,” Rose assured him. “If I didn’t want Neville groping me, trust me, I would stop him ... as I just did. Believe me, I’m not letting Neville feel me up out of a slavish devotion to Raymond’s every sexual whim; we’re a partnership of equals, and I know that he’ll reciprocate in some way. He knows he owes me. And the groping isn’t as traumatising as you might imagine. I’m actually getting quite used to it. I promise you, I’m doing this of my own free will.”

“Are you sure about that?” asked Jeremy, still looking troubled.

“I’m sure,” said Rose firmly. “Look. Neville, give me your hand.” When Neville slid his hand around her waist and in front of her belly, she took it and tucked it into the front of her panties. “I don’t want to seem like a complete harlot,” she added, her cheeks reddening. “I’m just very invested in Raymond’s happiness. If this makes him happy, and it’s something I don’t mind doing, then it makes me happy to do it.”

“Fair enough, then,” said Jeremy, uneasily eyeing Neville’s fingers moving behind the thin curtain of white fabric. He looked up at Rose’s face. “If this is making you happy, then I won’t object any further.”

“Thank you,” said Rose. “But you will tell me if it makes you uncomfortable on your own behalf, won’t you?”

“Of course,” said Jeremy. “Neville ... make sure you stick to Rose’s wishes. Don’t do anything she doesn’t want you to do ... okay?”

“All right,” said Neville affably.

By the time the dishes were done and everything put away, it was almost time for the Queen’s speech. Julie made tea, and brought it through to the living room, where everybody settled down in front of the television. Rose carefully lowered her bulging panties into the support cushion – by now quite a familiar and comfortable act, and prepared to watch the Queen deliver her Christmas message.

The elderly monarch appeared on the screen, sitting at a table adorned with photos. “Sixty years ago today,” she began, “a young woman spoke about the speed of technological change...”

Rose watched and listened patiently. She and her family had never watched the Queen’s Christmas broadcasts, but she knew that Raymond’s family were quite conservative and pro-monarchy, and she was happy to adopt their traditions ... or at least sample them, and see what would be a good fit for her and Raymond in their married life together.

After the speech, Jeremy switched off the television, and Julie went over and knelt beside the Christmas tree. “I haven’t had time to organise these,” she said, reaching for one of the presents beneath the tree, “but I’ll do my best to make sure everyone’s kept busy. Let’s see, who’s first? Robbie! From Dad and me. Happy Christmas, darling.” She handed him a present wrapped in sparkly blue paper. “Next ... Dad, from Andrew and Rita.” She handed this next present to Jeremy.

And so the process continued, until everyone had something to unwrap. Rose’s first present was from Raymond: a book called ‘Tree of Rivers: The Story of the Amazon’. “Oooh!” she said. “Thank you, my love!” She turned to Raymond, sitting next to her on the sofa, and gave him a kiss. She had a passion for rivers, and the Amazon in particular; she and Raymond were planning to honeymoon in Peru.

A few minutes later, she opened a present from Julie and Jeremy: it was a silver pendant with a Celtic design. “Oh, this is lovely!” she said. “Thank you very much, Mum and Dad!” It was the first time she had called Jeremy ‘Dad’; she had not asked his permission, but he looked pleased, nonetheless.

“You’re welcome!” said Julie. “Raymond told us you like Celtic jewellery.”

“I do!” said Rose.

Over the course of the next hour, she received a photo album from Daphne and Freddie, a ‘Wonder Woman’ blu-ray from Robbie, a Celtic-style bracelet from Andrew and Rita, and a cookbook from Gran. Then Julie handed her a present from Neville, which she regarded warily for a moment before opening. It turned out, however, to be quite harmless: an animal-themed adult colouring book. “Thank you Neville!” she said in surprise. “I shall enjoy this.”

Neville grinned. “Don’t mention it,” he said.

Rose’s final present was another one from Raymond: a squishy package which she guessed was clothing of some kind. Opening it up, she gasped as she pulled out a very pretty blue and pink dress with spaghetti straps. “Oh, I love it!” she exclaimed. “Thank you!” She threw her arms around Raymond.

Raymond chuckled. “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “I was a bit unsure which size to get; if it’s too small, I can easily take it back and get the next size up.”

“You should try it on!” said Neville eagerly.

Rose smirked. “I’m a little surprised you want me to put more clothes on, Neville!”

He grinned. “Well you’ll ‘ave to take off t’ t-shirt first,” he pointed out.

“Ah,” said Rose, rolling her eyes. “I see. Well perhaps I should change into it upstairs, then.”

“There’s no need for that, is there?” said Neville. “You were quite ‘appy to ‘ang around topless this morning, weren’t you?”

Rose blushed. “Nan and Granddad weren’t here then!” she said.

“Oh they won’t mind you being topless in ‘ere!” said Neville. “Will you?” He raised an eyebrow at Daphne and Freddie.

Daphne smiled. “Not at all,” she said. “But Neville, you’re not considering the fact that she probably doesn’t want us to see her topless!”

“She was all right wi’ t’ rest of us seeing ‘er topless!” said Neville. “Why should you be any different? You’re family too!”

Rose looked at Raymond, who gave her a smile of hopeful encouragement. It was obvious whose side he was on. “I ... I suppose I could change here,” she said hesitantly. “Unless Gran would rather I didn’t.”

“Oh, leave me out of it,” said Gran. “I didn’t burn my bra so I could go around telling other women how to dress.”

Rose stared at her. There was clearly more to Julie’s mother than she had first thought. She had got the impression that Gran was a straight-laced conservative Christian; the thought of her as a bra-burning feminist was rather incongruous. Just how did she reconcile two philosophies which seemed so diametrically opposed?

Everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she bit her lip, then hoisted her t-shirt up over her head. Then, wearing only her panties and shoes, she got up from the sofa, her poo-bulge slipping out of the hole in the support cushion. She picked up her new dress, opened it out, and stuck her arms and head through it. As she pulled it down, however, she discovered it was a little too tight around her hips.

“It’s lovely!” Julie enthused.

“It is,” Rose agreed. “I love it; thank you so much, Raymond. Perhaps, though...”

“Yeah, I can see it’s too tight,” said Raymond. “Bother. I’m sorry. But as I said, I can easily take it back and get a larger one.”

“Thank you,” said Rose gratefully. “I’d better take it off, then, before it absorbs any of the smell from my panties.”

Robbie, she noticed, was staring eagerly at her chest as she pulled the dress back up her torso. She tugged it up over her head, and chuckled as he excitedly ogled her breasts. “Calm down there, Robbie,” she said, picking up her t-shirt.

“You don’t have to put your t-shirt back on just yet, do you?” asked Robbie hopefully.

“No indeed,” Neville agreed. “Feel free to stay topless as long as you like, Rose.”

“Yes!” said Raymond with a grin. “Please stay topless, Rose.”

Julie rolled her eyes and tsked in exasperation. “Men!” she said. “Rose, don’t let them bully you. Put your top back on if you want to.” Then, noticing Rose’s hesitation, she added, “If you want to stay topless, then by all means do so ... and if you’re doing it to make Raymond happy, then I suppose that’s fine ... but what’s Raymond going to do for you in return, I’d like to know?”

Rose raised an eyebrow, and looked down at Raymond, who seemed a little taken aback by the question. “Um,” he said, nonplussed. Then he brightened. “Oh! Fix the shower? Rose has been on at me for weeks about it, but I’ve been a bit nervous to tackle it. But how about if I promise to take care of it this coming weekend?”

“Really?” said Rose. “That would be great!” The pathetic dribbling of the shower head had been infuriating her every time she took a shower; Raymond had long ago agreed to fix it, but somehow always had an excuse to put it off.

“So you’ll stay topless...?” asked Raymond.

Rose blushed. “I suppose so,” she said, sitting back down on the support cushion. “As long as you all really don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” said Freddie. Daphne looked at him askance, then shook her head and chuckled.

“When are you going to be emptying those panties, though?” Gran inquired. “I can understand you not wanting to block a toilet, but you must have some alternative plan in mind...?”

“I suppose I’ll just take it home with me tomorrow,” said Rose sheepishly, “and toss it out when we put the bins out on Friday morning.”

“It’s a shame you have to leave so soon,” said Jeremy. “You live so far away; it wold have been nice to have a little more time with the two of you. Especially you, Rose, since none of us had met you before last night.”

Raymond sighed. “Yes, well, unfortunately I used up all my time off. Otherwise we’d love to stay through the weekend. I’d even happily work for the rest of the week, then come back here on Saturday, and go back on Sunday ... but when it’s seven hours each way, it’s just not worth it.”

“Do you have to work too, Rose?” Robbie inquired.

“Nope!” said Rose. “I took the whole week off.”

“Pity you didn’t come in separate cars,” said Neville. “Then Raymond could go back ‘ome and work, and you could stay ‘ere until Sunday.”

Raymond laughed. “You’d like that, Neville, wouldn’t you?” he said. “And I suppose you’d volunteer to keep her warm at night in my absence?”

“Well someone ought to,” said Neville, leering at Rose’s breasts.

“After last night, do you really think she’d even consider...” Jeremy began, until Julie laid a warning hand on his arm.

“Oh dear, has he been up to his old tricks again?” Gran inquired.

“You could say that!” said Robbie, smirking.

“Just a bit, Mum,” said Julie, while shooting her youngest son a warning look. “But it’s rather academic anyway. They didn’t bring two cars.”

“What if I drove Rose ‘ome on Sunday?” Neville suggested suddenly. “I could stay t’ night in Plymouth wi’ Bob and Janice.”

“If they’d let you!” retorted Jeremy. “Remember what you did to Janice last time you were there!”

“They’re forgiving types,” said Neville. “And they’ll understand that it’s in a good cause. ‘Ow about I call them up and ask?”

Rose was listening to this exchange with increasing incredulity. Before she had finished formulating an objection, however, Julie interjected on her behalf.

“Before you go planning Rose’s next few days for her, Neville,” she said, “don’t you think you should maybe ask her whether she wants to stay here for the whole week?”

“Thank you!” said Rose, with a rueful chuckle. “I was just beginning to wonder if Raymond and I were ever going to be consulted about this plan!”

“Oh, please stay, Rose!” said Robbie excitedly. “We can play video games together!”

Rose, rather bemused, looked at Raymond, whom she was sure would miss her terribly if they were apart for five days. To her surprise, though, he looked ambivalent.

“I’m honestly torn!” he said. “On the one hand, I’d love for Rose to be able to spend more time here with Mum and Dad, and Robbie ... and even Neville. On the other hand ... I’d be rather lonely! Although I suppose it’d give me a chance to work on the shower, and perhaps get some studying time in.”

“How about it, Rose?” asked Jeremy. “I know Julie and I would love to have the chance to get to know you better. And I’m sure Julie would love to take you shopping, wouldn’t you Julie?”

“That does sound fun,” Julie admitted, “but it’s entirely up to Rose. I’m sure the thought of seven hours in a car with Neville isn’t very appealing.”

“At least he won’t be able to do much while he’s driving,” Freddie pointed out.

“‘Ow about it, Rose?” said Neville, grinning.

Rose shivered slightly. “Let me think about it,” she said. “I’d certainly enjoy spending more time with all of you ... but I’d miss Raymond a lot!”

“Perhaps Neville could drive you home on Friday instead?” Daphne suggested. “You’d have three extra days here, and you’d still get to spend the whole weekend with Raymond.”

“That would be better!” said Raymond. “Nice compromise, Nan!”

“Yes,” Rose agreed. “All right then – I’ll stay until Friday!”

“Hurray!” said Robbie, and everyone laughed.

Rose helped Julie gather up all of the used wrapping paper, stuffing it into a bin bag, and then she put her presents in a small cardboard box that had housed one of Jeremy’s presents, and took them upstairs to Raymond’s bedroom, along with her t-shirt.

Pulling out her phone, she saw that she had missed a call from her mother. Kicking off her shoes, she lay down on the bed on her front, and tapped to call back. When her mother answered, she said, “Hi Mum. Happy Christmas!”

“Same to you,” said her mother. “Are you having a nice time?”

“Yes thank you,” said Rose. “Raymond’s family have been wonderful. So welcoming and eager to make me feel like part of their family...”

“That’s nice. Have you heard from your dad?”

“Not so far,” said Rose. “But the day is young...”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath. I’m sure his new family’s keeping him very busy.”

“Mum...” sighed Rose.

“What? Don’t you ‘Mum’ me as if I don’t still have a right to be upset!”

“Mum, it’s Christmas,” said Rose. “Can’t you just let it go for one day and try to enjoy yourself?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy myself?” her mother demanded. “You’re not here, your dad’s having a jolly old Christmas with that fucking slut of his, and I’m stuck here with a moody teen who won’t come out of her room.”

“Why?” Rose asked. “What’s up with Geri?”

“Oh, she’s just sulking because I warned her against putting too much on her plate.”

“Oh Mum!” Rose groaned. “It’s Christmas! Can’t she eat as much as she wants, today of all days?”

“She’s eats too much, and she’s getting fat. That may sound harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts.”

“You know what really hurts, Mum? Being body-shamed by your mother on Christmas Day. You’re unbelievable! What does it matter how much Geri weighs, as long as she’s happy?”

“She’ll be happier if she’s thin. She’s not an unattractive girl; she could look quite pretty if she lost a couple of stone.”

“Ugh.” Rose had had enough. “You know what – I need to call her. Please try to bring yourself to apologise to her, Mum, so that you can both enjoy the rest of the day.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Then, “Fine, I’ll apologise. But I’m still right.”

“Bye Mum,” said Rose firmly.

“Bye Rose.”

Rose hung up, and immediately called her sister. After a few seconds, Geri answered. She sounded a little morose as she said, “Hi Rose. Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas!” said Rose. “Although it sounds like Mum’s doing her best to make it as miserable as possible.”

“Yeah, she’s being a total cow. I can’t wait to get back to Uni.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Rose sympathetically. “She told me what she said – unbelievable. I gave her a right old earful.”

“Thanks,” said Geri, without enthusiasm. “So, how’s your Christmas going? What’s Raymond’s family like?”

“They’re super,” said Rose. “And...” She hesitated. “Honestly Geri ... I’m having the weirdest, wildest time!”

“How do you mean?” asked Geri curiously.

“Well...” Rose took a deep breath, and then began to relate the chain of events that had begun with her accident in the car. She left out a few details, such as how far last night’s photo shoot had gone, and what Neville had done to her this morning, but what she did say was more than enough to blow her sister’s mind.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my sister??” demanded Geri.

“I know!” said Rose. “This is so unlike me. But it’s rather ... liberating, I suppose. In a bizarre way.”

“So your knickers are currently full of last night’s poo?” said Geri in disbelief. “And that’s all you’re wearing?”

“Yup!” said Rose.

“And Raymond’s family is happy for you to walk around the house like that? And YOU’RE happy to walk around the house like that?”

“Yes,” said Rose simply. “And the weirdest part is, this is the best Christmas I’ve had in years. Despite Neville’s groping, I’m already feeling like part of this family, and Julie ... oh Geri ... she’s everything I wish Mum were. Kind, generous, supportive, tolerant to a fault, welcoming, loving ... and she’s only just met me!”

“Wow,” said Geri. Then she added ruefully, “Raymond has brothers, doesn’t he? I don’t suppose...”

“Two,” said Rose. “But Andrew’s got a girlfriend already, and Robbie’s only sixteen. Andrew is quite a dish, though!”

“Hmm, okay,” said Geri. “Well, I’m glad you’re having such a good time. But good grief, Rose! I can hardly believe what you’re doing there. It sounds like you’re enjoying being taken advantage of! I mean, I’m sure the men are just loving ogling your body.”

Rose giggled. “Yes, I’m sure they are! And I’ll be honest, I quite enjoy that part.”

“Well it helps that you have a body to be proud of, I’m sure,” said Geri ruefully.

“Oh stop,” Rose retorted. “My body’s my body; yours is yours. Neither one is any better than the other. Being proud of your body is just a choice, that’s all.”

“Easy for you to say,” said Geri. “You have the kind of body that men want.”

“Plenty of men like a girl with a body like yours,” said Rose firmly. “Don’t listen to Mum; she’s just bitter because of what Dad did.”

“Yeah,” said Geri. “And actually ... there might be one lad who’s interested...”

“Oh?” said Rose. “Do tell!”

“His name’s Ian,” said Geri. “He’s a third-year. We only got to know each other a couple of weeks ago, but ... there are signs.”

“Oh good!” said Rose. She was about to ask for details, but at that moment Raymond walked in. He looked at the large lump in her panties, shuddered a little, then chuckled.

Then he noticed she was on the phone. “Oh sorry,” he said, and started to leave.

“Did you need something?” Rose asked. “Raymond just walked in,” she explained to Geri.

“Oh ... Nan and Graddad are about to leave, if you wanted to say goodbye,” said Raymond.

“I’ll be right there,” said Rose.

“Sounds like you need to go,” said Geri.

“Yes, but we’ll talk later, okay?” said Rose. “I can’t wait to here all about this Ian of yours.”

Geri chuckled. “All right. Have fun, Rose. With all your nudity, and poo, and whatnot. Good grief...”

Rose laughed. “Thanks, I will,” she said. “As long as Neville doesn’t overdo the groping. Bye Geri.”

“Bye Rose.”

Rose hung up, then she climbed off the bed, left Raymond’s room, and trotted downstairs in just her panties. Daphne and Freddie were already in the hall with their coats on. “Goodbye, Nan! Goodbye, Granddad!” she said.

“Goodbye dear,” said Daphne, opening her arms for a hug. “It’s been lovely seeing you again.”

“Goodbye Rose,” said Freddie, when it was his turn for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re joining the family.”

“Me too,” said Rose happily. “You’re all such nice people!”

“Wait a minute,” said Neville. “‘Ow about a nice family photo?”

“We did that last night, Neville,” said Julie, in a tone of disapproval that implied she knew exactly why he had made his suggestion. “When the family was more complete.”

“Yes, but it weren’t Christmas Day then!” said Neville. “Surely for posterity...”

“Also, I’ve taken quite a few photos today already,” Jeremy pointed out.

“None wi’ all of us,” countered Neville.

“I suppose it would be nice to get a good one of us all,” Jeremy conceded.

“I’d better take my coat off again, if we’re doing photos,” said Daphne, sounding a little disgruntled.

“And I’d better put something on!” said Rose, with a nervous laugh.

“No need for that, Rose,” said Neville with a grin. “You’re fine as you are.”

“Neville, that’s up to Rose,” said Jeremy sternly.

“Rose,” said Julie, “may I have a quick word with you in the kitchen?”

“Of course!” said Rose, and she followed Julie into the kitchen, wondering what this could be about.

Around the corner and out of earshot of the others, Julie said, “Rose, I’ve been thinking. And I’ve had a revelation of sorts ... though it may be completely wrong. The thing is ... I think that you’re enjoying being topless.”

Rose blushed instantly. “Well I wouldn’t say that exactly...”

Julie smiled. “Would it be fair to say that you’re ... conflicted?”

“Probably,” Rose admitted. “Oh dear, does that make me a frightful exhibitionist?”

“Well that’s the thing,” said Julie. “I’m guessing that most of your angst about being so exposed is about what Jeremy and I think of you.”

“I suppose so,” Rose acknowledged.

“Now this next part might be a little more controversial,” said Julie. “I also think that, on some level at least, you’re enjoying being groped by Neville.”

Rose gaped. “I... I...”

“If I’m wrong, then I sincerely apologise,” said Julie. “But I don’t think I am ... am I?”

Rose bit her lip. “On some ... very small ... level ... maybe,” she conceded, her cheeks now crimson with embarrassment.

“And that’s fine,” Julie assured her. “And again, I’m concerned that your angst about it arises chiefly from your worries about what Jeremy and I will think. And I think I’ve unintentionally been making that worse for you.”

“Oh no!” Rose hastily reassured her. “You’ve been amazingly kind and tolerant of what’s been going on ... more than I could have imagined.”

“And yet,” said Julie, “how do I react when Neville gropes you? How does Jeremy? With disapproval, that’s how. And I suspect you’ve been picking up on that, and torturing yourself with worry over how our concern for your wellbeing is making us unhappy with what Neville’s been doing to you.”

“I suppose ... that’s not too far from the truth,” Rose reluctantly conceded.

“So here’s my proposal,” said Julie. “Rather than simply tolerating these things ... the nudity, the poo in the panties, the gropings ... I’m going to start actively encouraging them.”

Rose’s jaw dropped. “But ... why?”

“Because while I doubt it’ll have much impact on what happens during the rest of your stay here,” said Julie, “I think you’ll be happier and more comfortable about it if you know that you have my enthusiastic support and encouragement, rather than my tolerant but disapproving acceptance.”

Rose was stunned. “But ... I’ll still know that on the inside, you’re disapproving ... and maybe even disappointed in me...”

“Not in the slightest, Rose,” said Julie, taking Rose’s hands in hers. “My disapproval stemmed from my concern that you really didn’t like what Neville was doing, and you were only putting up with it for Raymond. It only later occurred to me that you might be enjoying it for your own sake. And I’m not going to disapprove of something that makes both you and Raymond happy. There’s ... there’s just one possible danger here, though.”

“What’s that?” asked Rose nervously.

“There’s a chance that with me and Jeremy encouraging you to do something that we think you really want to do, you might start to feel like we’re just trying to exploit you – like Neville certainly is – instead of having your best interests at heart.”

“Oh I would never think that!” said Rose.

“Nevertheless,” said Julie, “please let me know if I or Jeremy go too far in our encouragement ... if for instance we try to persuade you to do something you genuinely don’t want to do. I would hate for you to feel we had pressured you into doing something you weren’t happy with.”

“I will – of course I will,” said Rose. “I have a tongue in my head, and I’m certainly not afraid to use it.” She hesitated. “Are you sure you’re not at all ... disappointed in me? That I don’t fight off Neville at every turn, like a good girl should?”

Julie smiled. “Rose, you have all the important qualities I could hope for in a daughter-in-law. You are, unquestionably, a good girl. You’re kind, thoughtful, sweet, deeply invested in my son’s happiness ... you’re also beautiful, and intelligent, and wonderful company. It’s no wonder that Neville can’t keep his grubby hands off you ... and if you enjoy that, then so much the better. I honestly couldn’t be happier to have you in our family. As a daughter. Disappointed? Never!”

Rose hugged her warmly. “Thank you Julie!” she said, tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy to have you as a mum.”

After a long hug, Julie also had tears in her eyes. “Well,” she said, pulling away finally. “I’d like you to make the decision, Rose. “Would you like Jeremy and me to continue to simply passively tolerate the nudity, the gropings and so on ... or should we start actively encouraging them? I suspect you’ll be happier if we do the latter, but I won’t proceed with that plan unless you agree to it. I’ve already talked to Jeremy about it; he’ll follow my lead. So ... which would you prefer?”

Rose shivered. “I think ... the encouragement sounds better,” she said. “I’ll definitely feel less stressed about doing things I’m borderline comfortable with, if I have your explicit support.”

“All right then,” said Julie. She pulled out a handkerchief, and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “Shall we go and take an exciting family photo?”

Rose giggled. “You’re not going to share it with other family members, are you?”

Julie smiled. “How would you feel if we did?”

“Seriously?” asked Rose. “Like ... in a letter or something?”

“Or on Facebook,” said Julie, nodding. “We like to upload photos of the interesting things that happen in our daily lives. Rose, if you’re to be our nakedest family member, I’m not inclined to hide that fact unless you want me to. I’m proud to have you in the family, and I’m not ashamed of your breasts ... or any other part of you. I don’t find your toplessness offensive, and I have no problem sending out a family photo in which you’re wearing only your panties. If you’d rather I didn’t, of course, then I won’t.”

“Wow,” said Rose. “Can I ... think about that one?”

“Of course!” said Julie.

They rejoined the others in the living room, where Jeremy had set up his camera on its tripod. “All right,” he said, “just gather in front of the television, like last night.”

Rose, in the front row, posed with Raymond’s arms around her middle, and absolutely nothing covering her breasts.

“Well this is most unusual,” Gran muttered.

“All right Mum,” said Julie, “your opinion is noted. But I for one am just happy to have Rose in the photo, topless or otherwise.”

The photo was taken, and Daphne and Freddie put their coats back on. Once they had left, Robbie suggested a movie, and Jeremy agreed. “Rose, since you’re our guest,” he said, “and our newest member of the family ... why don’t you pick a film for us all to watch?”

“Oh crumbs!” said Rose, feeling suddenly put on the spot. “I don’t know what everyone’s seen already ... and I don’t know what choices there are!”

“Don’t worry about what everyone else wants to see, Rose!” said Jeremy cheerfully. “Pick whatever you want to see yourself. Anyone who isn’t interested doesn’t have to stay for it. Have a look through our collection, and see if anything grabs your fancy.”

Rose would rather have left the choice to someone else – she was afraid of picking something nobody else wanted to see – but fortunately her choice of Romancing the Stone proved to be a popular one. “Oh, I’m looking forward to this,” said Julie eagerly. “I haven’t seen it in years!”

They took a break for a high tea at about quarter to six, and finished off the movie afterwards. Then Jeremy broke out the drinks, and Rose reacquainted herself with the sherry. As she relaxed on the sofa, glass in hand, it occurred to her that she was feeling strangely comfortable with being topless now. The fact that she was wearing nothing but her panties, and that those panties were full of day-old poo, seemed to be a complete non-issue to her future in-laws ... and so it had started to feel like a non-issue to her, too. It helped that Neville was not attempting to take advantage; the ongoing presence in the room of Robbie and Gran was very effectively constraining his behaviour.

But then Robbie said he was going to go and play his new game ... and shortly afterwards, Gran went upstairs to have her bath.

Neville cracked his knuckles. “All right!” he said. “Come over ‘ere, Rose, and give us a kiss.”

“Nobody said anything about kissing, Neville,” said Raymond with a chuckle. “Don’t push your luck.”

“So I can finger ‘er clit, but I can’t even give ‘er a peck on t’ cheek?” Neville inquired.

“A peck on the cheek is fine,” said Raymond. “I thought you were talking about French kissing.”

“I were,” said Neville with a grin. “‘Ow about a kiss on t’ lips, wi’ no tongues?”

Raymond glanced at Rose, who was staring back at him, wide-eyed, wondering just how long this negotiation was going to last before she herself was consulted. “I suppose that would be okay,” said Raymond.

“All right,” said Neville. “Now, while I’m kissing your fiancée on t’ mouth, can I trace ‘er lips wi’ me tongue?”

“Neville,” began Raymond, a little sternly.

“That doesn’t sound unreasonable,” Julie interrupted. “What do you think, Jeremy?” She caught Rose’s eye, and gave her a very subtle wink.

“I agree,” said Jeremy. “It seems harmless enough ... certainly in comparison with other things you’re already letting Neville do.”

Raymond looked startled. “Um,” he said, “fair enough then. Is ... is there anything else you’d like clarification on?”

“Actually yes,” said Neville. “When you go ‘ome tomorrow, will you be taking Rose’s poo wi’ you? Or will she be keeping it in ‘er panties for t’ next few days?”

Raymond grimaced. “Well I suppose I can take it with me, as long as it’s securely wrapped in a poly bag or something.”

“Oh, there’s no need for you to have to deal with it, surely?” said Julie. “Rose is quite welcome to keep it in her panties for as long as she likes.”

“Yes indeed,” agreed Jeremy. “I confess I’ve grown oddly fond of the sight of Rose’s bulging panties.”

“Me too!” said Julie with a smile. “In fact I’d be happy for you to do all your poos in your panties while you’re here, Rose.”

“Ugh!” said Raymond, appalled. “Really?”

“Actually that might be best,” Jeremy agreed. “With absolutely no disrespect or judgment, Rose ... you do seem to produce a large poo, and I’m concerned about blocking that old toilet of ours. Would you mind confining your defecations to your panties, while you’re here?”

Raymond stared at his father as if Jeremy had sprouted antlers. “Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m just trying to be practical, Raymond,” Jeremy explained. “I mean, it does seem like Rose doesn’t mind having poo in her panties, otherwise I wouldn’t dream of suggesting it.”

Rose, wide-eyed, looked from Jeremy to Julie, who was doing very well to keep a straight face, though the corners of her mouth were twitching, and there was a playful sparkle in her eyes. “I was actually worrying about this very thing,” she said, after a short hesitation. “I do need to do another poo, and I was wondering if I should risk using your bathroom. I can certainly understand you not wanting me to. I’m happy to do it in my panties again, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“Grand!” said Neville excitedly. “You might as well do it now, in that case. Can I film it wi’ t’ camera?”

“Ugh!” said Raymond.

“Oh dear!” said Rose anxiously. “I hadn’t planned on doing it with an audience!”

“What difference does it make?” asked Neville. “We’re all going to see t’ end result anyway.”

“I must admit I’m somewhat morbidly curious to see it myself!” said Jeremy.

“As am I,” Julie confessed. “But if you want to do your poo in private, Rose, then of course you should feel free to do that.”

Raymond looked around in disbelief. “Am I the only one who doesn’t want to watch my fiancée doing a poo?” he inquired, a little peevishly.

“Apparently so!” said Jeremy with a chuckle.

“Raymond’s opinion matters, though,” Julie pointed out. “I’m sure Rose wouldn’t want to do something he’s against.”

“Of course not!” said Rose.

Raymond shrugged. “If the rest of you want to watch her doing a poo, then I don’t mind at all,” he said. “But I’ll pass!”

“‘Ow about it then, Rose?” said Neville gleefully. “Let’s see you fill those panties wi’ your poo.”

“They’re already full!” Raymond exclaimed. “What’s she supposed to do with the stuff that’s already in there?”

“Oh I think there’s room for a bit more,” said Neville with a grin. “It’ll be fun to see ‘ow much those panties can ‘old!”

“Yes!” laughed Jeremy. “Gosh, I’m sure they’ll be bulging enormously by the time you take Rose home!”

“That’ll be quite a sight, I imagine!” smiled Julie. “I’ll just go and fetch a newspaper, though, to put down beneath Rose in case of spillages.” She got to her feet, and walked over to the door. Then she turned, and said, “Rose, can I borrow you for a second please?”

Rose got to her feet, and quickly followed Julie out of the room and into the kitchen, stopping abruptly as Julie turned to face her.

“How are we doing?” Julie asked anxiously. “Jeremy and me, I mean. It’s not too much, is it? I want to be encouraging, but I don’t want to push you into anything you aren’t willing to do...”

“Julie,” said Rose, “for the past day I’ve been almost constantly outside my comfort zone, and frequently in a state of intense embarrassment. But honestly, I’ve been having a wonderful time! I feel like I’m in the middle of some crazy, sexy adventure, and I’m just so grateful you’re even willing to encourage it. Please don’t be afraid of being too encouraging. As long as you’re not encouraging me to do something you’re secretly horrified by, anyway. I’d hate to be earning your disapproval without knowing it.”

Julie smiled. “Then let’s make each other a promise,” she said. “I’ll let you know if something truly bothers me, and you let me know if something truly bothers you.”

“Good plan!” said Rose. “Should we have some kind of code word, or something...?”

Julie chuckled. “Yes!” she said. “That’s probably a good idea. How about ‘help’?”

Rose shook her head. “I’m too likely to use that word without intending it as a code word,” she said. “It needs to be a word we’re not likely to use, but that wouldn’t sound too incongruous.”

“Hmm,” said Julie. “How about ‘knickers’? Neither of us seems to use that word – I’ve always preferred ‘panties’ – but it’s a common enough word, and it’s particularly relevant to our situation.”

“Perfect!” said Rose. “Knickers it is.”

Julie fetched a newspaper, and the two of them returned to the living room, where Julie spread out the newspaper on the floor. “Oh gosh,” said Rose, stepping on to the paper. “You really want me to do a poo in my panties in front of you all?”

“Yes!” said Neville, positioning the tripod with the camera pointing at Rose’s panties. “Can you turn around please?”

“Ugh,” said Raymond, getting to his feet. “You three can watch Rose doing a poo if you like; I’m going up to my room to watch some TV. Neville, you can take all the videos and photos you want, as far as I’m concerned ... but please make sure there’s something in there for me to enjoy, too. You know ... without any poo.”

“I’m sure I can manage that,” said Neville, with an ingratiating smile.

“Right then,” said Raymond. “I’ll see you all later.” He gave Rose a kiss, then he left the room and went upstairs.

“Um,” said Rose nervously, “shall I just ... start doing my poo, then...?”

“Wait,” said Neville. “Pull your panties down at the back, so we can actually see your poo coming out.”

“Neville!” Jeremy gasped.

Rose’s eyes widened, and she looked at Julie, who looked back with a raised eyebrow, but barely hesitated before saying, “That does sound rather explicit, Neville! Then again, I suppose it’s no more explicit than the photos you were taking last night ... and by all accounts, Raymond was more than happy with those.”

“He wouldn’t like what Neville’s proposing, though!” Jeremy remarked.

“True,” Julie agreed. “But that’s not because it’s too explicit; he just doesn’t want to see the poo. But he seems happy enough for Neville to take poo pictures. What do you think, Rose? Can you bring yourself to do a poo while Neville films it coming out?”

Rose shivered. “Well it’ll be the weirdest thing I’ve ever done, I think ... but ... I’ll give it a try, I suppose...”

“Great!” said Neville in delight.

Biting her lip, Rose hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and started to push downwards. Her waistband slid down over her buttocks, until it passed her anus. Shifting her thumbs backward, and closer together, she pulled out the waistband, away from her bottom, so that her panties would catch her emerging poo.

“Okay,” she said, feeling embarrassed beyond words ... but also very excited. Adrenaline was coursing through her system. “Here it comes...” She strained, and her anus opened up. Pulling her buttocks apart, she strained harder. As a brown lump appeared in the centre of her expanding anus, Neville stared in excitement, while Julie and Jeremy stared in a kind of squeamish fascination.

Rose’s turd, a little over an inch in thickness, slowly extruded from her anus, dipping downward as it lengthened, until it met the top of the dry lump of day-old poo in her panties. Here friction held it in place, while the turd bent to one side, folding as it laid itself atop the older poo.

Neville captured all of this on video, but then he said, “Wait!” so suddenly that Rose clenched involuntarily, pinching off about seven inches of poo, the latter half of which dropped silently to drape itself alongside the central ridge of the old poo, so that the whole turd formed a boomerang-like shape.

“What the heck, Neville?” Rose asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Pull your panties up,” said Neville. “I’ve ‘ad a better idea for a pose. And I think maybe we’ll do a series of photos this time, rather than a video.”

Rose tugged her panties back up, shivering as the fresh poo pressed against her right buttock and between her buttocks. “What did you have in mind?” she asked warily.

“Perhaps we should leave them to it?” Jeremy suggested to Julie, patting her knee.

“I’d rather like to stay and make sure Neville doesn’t press his luck too far,” said Julie. “But I’ll certainly leave if Rose wants me to.”

“Actually I’ll be needing your help for this one, Jeremy,” said Neville, “since I want to be in t’ shots meself.”

“Oh!” said Jeremy. “Well I can certainly man the camera if you and Rose want to pose together.”

Neville stepped over to the sofa, and sat down. “All right Rose,” he said, spreading his thighs apart, “come and sit on me lap, wi’ your poo between me legs, and lean back against me.”

Rose glanced a little apprehensively at Julie, who smiled encouragingly. Then she looked at Jeremy, but he was busy positioning the camera. Taking a deep breath, she stepped in front of Neville’s splayed knees, then she turned around, and gingerly sat down, until her bulging panties were nestling between his thighs. Raising her right foot as she leaned backward, she planted it on his right knee, then she lifted her left foot and set it on his left knee.

“Good girl,” Neville crooned, as he reached around, grasped her knees, and pulled them wide apart. “‘Ey Julie – why don’t you sit down next to me so you can be in this one too? And Jeremy can sit on me other side.”

“Oh!” said Jeremy. “Righto – I’ll set the timer.”

Julie hesitated for a moment, then she shrugged to herself, and went over to sit on the sofa on Neville’s left. “‘Ere,” he said to her. “‘Old ‘er leg for me.”

Julie hooked her right arm around Rose’s left calf. “Are you comfortable, dear?” she asked Rose, looking her straight in the eye.

Rose, taking this to mean “Do you mind me holding your leg like this?”, nodded. “As comfortable as I can be in this position!” she replied with a little laugh.

With his left hand freed up, Neville took hold of Rose’s left breast. “Now, Julie,” he said, licking his lips, “reach over wi’ your other ‘and, and pull Rose’s panties to t’ side, so t’ camera can see ‘er poo.”

Rose and Julie, both startled by this suggestion, quickly looked at each other again. Rose tried to read Julie’s expression, but it was hard to derive specific thoughts from the older woman’s look of concern.

But Jeremy was less subtle in his reaction. “Good heavens, Neville!” he said. “That’s rather a lot to ask ... of both women! It’s one thing for Julie and me to tolerate your naughtiness towards Rose, which we’re happy to do for the sake of her and Raymond ... but it’s quite another thing for you to ask Julie to take part!”

“Not really,” said Neville nonchalantly. “I’m not asking ‘er to stick ‘er fingers in Rose, am I? It’s just a little wardrobe adjustment.”

Julie appeared to make up her mind. Leaning against Neville, she reached her left hand beneath Rose’s leg, carefully took hold of the side of Rose’s panties, and pulled them towards her, exposing not only Rose’s poo, but also her entire pussy.

“Perfect!” said Neville in delight.

“Good grief!” said Jeremy, staring at Rose’s pussy.

“Don’t stare, dear,” Julie reproved him gently.

“Sorry!” said Jeremy, dropping his eyes back down to the camera.

“Set it to take seven photos, five seconds apart,” said Neville. “Then come and sit down, and take ‘old of Rose’s right leg. Rose, are you ready to start your poo?”

“Oh,” said Rose, feeling maximally embarrassed. “Um... Just a moment...” She strained, and strained ... and eventually felt her bowels start to stir again. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Jeremy, start t’ timer!” said Neville. “Then come and sit down. Rose, start your poo. Julie, keep those panties pulled back ... and smile at t’ camera.”

As Jeremy sat down and took hold of her right leg, Rose strained, and a new turd began emerging from her anus. Meeting the rest of her poo almost immediately, it started pushing the large lump (and her panties) downward, deeper into the gap between Neville’s thighs. Then she gasped, as Neville laid his fingers on her exposed pussy, splaying her labia and gently rubbing her clitoris.

“Smile!” said Neville.

The camera clicked. Neville slid his middle finger downward, and hooked its tip into Rose’s vagina. “Pull ‘er legs a little wider apart, Jeremy and Julie. And keep smiling!” Click. He sank his finger deep, and began sliding it in and out. This came as absolutely no surprise to Rose, and although she felt as if she ought to object, she knew it would not do much good, and in any case she did not want to ruin any of the photos. So she just kept pushing, and her poo folded back and forth beneath her anus, piling up on top of her older poo, while the camera kept clicking, and Neville kept finger-fucking her ... first with one finger and then with two.

The camera clicked for the seventh time, just as Rose was pushing out the last of her poo. “That’s it,” she said.

“Great!” said Neville, pulling his fingers out of her. “Now get up and let’s see ‘ow full your panties are.”

Julie released her panties, and her left leg, and Jeremy released her right leg. Rose carefully climbed off Neville’s lap, and stood up.

“Ee, by ‘eck!” said Neville, impressed. “That’s enormous! I don’t know ‘ow your panties are managing to stay up!”

“A sturdy waistband!” Rose said. “Though its just about at its limit, I think. Can I see the photos?”

“Of course!” said Neville, getting to his feet.

The first photo Rose saw was the last to be taken ... and it was horrifyingly explicit. There she was, her spread legs held in place by Jeremy and Julie, sitting – or practically lying – on Neville’s lap, with his fingers buried in her vagina, and a thick turd emerging from her anus and adding to the huge pile that was nestling in the seat of her panties, while Jeremy and Julie smiled cheerfully. “Well I hope you’re not planning to put this one on Facebook!” she said with a nervous laugh.

“No of course not, dear,” Julie reassured her. “I think we’d upset a few too many people if we did that.”

“What are you putting on Facebook?” asked Neville curiously.

“Just family-friendly photos!” said Jeremy hastily. “So don’t get any ideas.”

“But t’ group photo earlier – is that going on Facebook?” Neville inquired shrewdly.

“Yes,” said Julie. “I don’t see why not. There’s nothing offensive about Rose’s breasts.”

“Or ‘er panties?” Neville asked.

Julie nodded. “Yes, I don’t mind Rose’s panties appearing on Facebook ... as long as Rose herself is okay with it.”

“All right then,” said Neville, “can we take some family-friendly photos of t’ four of us? And then put them on Facebook?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Jeremy. “What did you have in mind?”

“Same as just now,” said Neville, “except of course for Rose’s pussy being covered up.”

“You surely don’t mean for us to hold Rose’s legs apart, though?” Julie objected. “That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Neville considered this. “What if I cover t’ front of ‘er panties wi’ my ‘and?”

“Nice try, Neville,” said Jeremy sternly, “But we’re not about to post pictures of you groping Rose on Facebook!”

“It wouldn’t be a grope,” Neville explained patiently. “I’d just be covering t’ naughtiest part of t’ photo.”

“No, Neville,” said Jeremy. “Your hand being there would be, if anything, naughtier than Rose’s panties being uncovered.”

“Oh fine,” Neville conceded reluctantly. “Then ‘ow about no ‘and, and you don’t spread ‘er legs quite so wide?”

“If her legs are spread at all, it’d still be too naughty for Facebook!” said Jeremy.

“Then ‘ow’s she supposed to show off ‘er poo?” Neville inquired.

“I’d have thought my poo itself is too naughty for Facebook!” said Rose, pink-cheeked.

“If it’s not too naughty for church, it’s surely not too naughty for Facebook,” Neville remarked.

“Yes, I’m not sure I have a problem with putting Rose’s bulging panties on Facebook,” said Julie. “They are, after all, a very big part of our shared experience this Christmas.”

“I’d go further,” said Neville. “I’d say they’ve defined this Christmas. I’d put Rose’s poo-filled panties front and centre. I’d ‘ave an entire album devoted to t’ subject.”

“Well I’m not sure we need a whole album!” said Julie with a chuckle. “But you’re right about them defining this Christmas. Perhaps we shouldn’t shy away from showing them off...”

“Great!” said Neville. “So, for t’ next seven photos, let’s try a variety of degrees of spread, from knees almost closed to knees spread wide. Then you can decide which you want on Facebook.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Jeremy acknowledged. “All right then.” As the others got back into their positions on the sofa, he made minor adjustments to the camera’s settings, and then he pressed the button to start the timer. Hurrying to the sofa, he sat down, then took hold of Rose’s right knee.

“And ... smile!” said Neville. Click. “Okay, spread ‘er legs a bit.” Click. “Bit more...” Click.

By the seventh click, Jeremy and Julie had pulled Rose’s thighs apart to an angle of about 120 degrees. Since she was also leaning back against Neville, inclined at about 45 degrees (a little less than that for her shoulders, a little more for her pelvis), this resulted in her bulging panties being very much ‘front and centre’, as she discovered when they all got up to look at the photos.

“Goodness!” she said nervously. “That one’s a little much!”

“Yes indeed,” Julie agreed. “Too much for Facebook.”

Rose went back to the sixth photo, which was hardly any better; since her knees were considerably elevated, a slightly narrower spread did little to obscure her massive poo-bulge or the subtler mound of her panty-clad vulva.

The fifth differed only in the angle of her thighs. In the fourth, the angle was down to sixty degrees, and in the next it was a mere forty ... but her panties remained obstinately on display in no less lewd a manner. In the second photo, at last the curves of her inner thighs were obscuring a little of the edges of her gusset, though the bulging rear was not hidden at all.

Only in the first photo was her poo-bulge even partially hidden – by her slightly blurry right heel, which had apparently drifted between the camera and her panties just as the photo was being taken.

“Oh I don’t like that one,” said Neville.

“No, it’s not the best,” Jeremy admitted. “But even the second one ... is rather explicit!”

“Well if you’re going to show Rose’s full panties on Facebook,” said Neville, “you might as well do it properly ... wi’ a clear view.”

“I suppose that’s true enough,” Julie agreed grudgingly. “Do we think the second one, then...?”

“T’ third one’s better than t’ second!” said Neville. “Clearer view of t’ panties.”

“But my smile didn’t come out very well in the third!” Julie objected. “I twitched, or something.”

“The fourth, then,” Neville suggested. “Similar to the third, but you’re smiling beautifully.”

“Yes, but I look a little pained in that one!” Rose pointed out.

Neville went on to the fifth. “There!” he said. “Nice smiles from everyone.”

“Oh, bit we’re holding Rose’s legs awfully wide!” Julie fretted.

“I’m sure you can come up wi’ a good caption to explain what’s going on,” Neville said soothingly. He pulled up the sixth photo. “Also nice smiles,” he noted, “and I’d say this is an even better pose; I think Rose’s legs look a little better here.”

“Do they?” Frowning, Rose pressed the back button. Then she went forward again. Neville was right; with her thighs stretched out a little more, they looked very slightly slimmer in the sixth photo. And when she went on to the seventh, they looked better still.

“Now you’re talking!” said Neville in delight. “That’s t’ best one of t’ lot, in my opinion.”

“It’s awfully ... sexual, though!” said Jeremy anxiously, looking from the camera to Julie.

“It is,” Julie admitted, “although perhaps it needn’t be – or at least, I think Neville’s right that a good caption will help to justify the pose. Go on, send it to my phone – I’ll see what I can come up with.”

Rose shivered, and watched with some trepidation as Jeremy downloaded the photo to his iPad, then emailed it to Julie. Pulling up her Facebook app, Julie pondered over her wording for the next few minutes, while Rose made herself comfortable on the support cushion, and Neville casually stroked her pussy with his hand in her panties.

Eventually, Julie’s face lit up, and she tapped away for a few seconds. Then she stopped, and took a deep breath. “Well, it’s posted!” she said. “Let’s hope it doesn’t draw too much ire from our extended family and friends.”

“What did you say?” asked Jeremy curiously. Julie handed him the phone, and he read out loud: “For reasons too extraordinary to go into, Rose (after an unfortunate accident) spent the whole of Christmas Day with her panties full of poo! For such a little thing, she produced an enormous quantity of poo, as we are helping her to demonstrate here.”

“That reads pretty well,” said Jeremy, nodding.

Rose shivered. She was inclined to bridle at the ‘little thing’ description, but decided to let it go; Julie had almost certainly not meant to be disrespectful, and would no doubt be dismayed if she thought she had given offence. In any case, it was hardly the most noteworthy aspect of the post.

“You know,” said Neville thoughtfully, “it occurs to me that Rose’s poo isn’t t’ only memorable part of this Christmas. There’s also me groping...”

“Yes, well,” said Jeremy with a frown, “the less attention we draw to that, the better.”

“Why?” Neville asked. “If it were unwelcome, I’d say you ‘ad a point ... but that’s no longer t’ case, is it? It now ‘as t’ blessing of Rose and Raymond ... not to mention you two. It’s become ... what’s t’ word ... normalised? I don’t see why it can’t get a spot on your Facebook page.”

“I do see your point, Neville,” said Julie, “but children look at our Facebook page. That kind of thing just wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“All right,” said Neville, “two things. First, what children look at your Facebook page? I think you overestimate its appeal wi’ t’ youngsters of today. And second, what if you caption it in such a way as to make it non-sexual? You know, make it more ... comedic ... or summat.”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” said Jeremy, a little testily, “and I think we’ve probably tested the boundaries of Facebook’s photo policies enough this evening.”

“Just picture it,” Neville persisted, “we could all be gathered together for a photo ... and I could be grabbing Rose’s tits ... and instead of you acting all furious, like people would expect, you could be laughing and rolling your eyes, like ‘Oh Neville, what’s to be done wi’ thee?’”

Rose grasped his vision immediately. “Actually, that does sound quite amusing,” she said, a little surprised to find herself sticking up for Neville’s attempt to further exploit her. “I think he’s on to something.”

“Perhaps we can try the sort of photo Neville has in mind,” Julie suggested. “If we don’t like how it turns out, then we don’t need to use it.”

“All right!” said Neville jubilantly. “Let’s all be standing for this one, then. Jeremy, can you set up t’ camera?”

“Yup,” said Jeremy, pursing his lips a little. As he drew the camera and tripod back, for a wider field of view, Neville directed Rose and Julie to where he wanted them.

“So,” he said, “I’ll come up be’ind Rose, like this, and stick me ‘ands beneath ‘er arms, and grab ‘er tits. Rose, you lift your shoulders, and spread your arms a bit, wi your hands spread and angled upward – yup, just like that ... and look down at my ‘ands wi’ a shocked expression. Julie, you look at me wi’ your eyebrows raised and your arms folded, and your lips sort of ‘alf amused and ‘alf annoyed.”

“Tricky expression to pull off!” said Julie, “but I’ll do my best. Something like this?”

“Yes!” said Neville. “That’s it exactly.”

“And what’s my role in this photo?” Jeremy inquired, having finished setting up the camera.

“You’ll be on our other side, looking at me ‘ands, wi’ an expression like ‘Oh Neville, you’re incorrigible!’”

“Something like Julie’s, then, I imagine?” said Jeremy.

“Sort of,” said Neville, “only more ... exasperated, I suppose.”

“Okay, got it,” said Jeremy. “Right here?”

“Yes,” said Neville. “But we’ll take seven shots again, so you can work your way towards those expressions ... let’s say by the fourth shot. We’ll start wi’ everyone relaxed, as I’m approaching Rose from be’ind. Just work your expressions around what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” said Jeremy, “are we all ready? Then I’ll start the timer.” He walked over to the camera, pressed the button, and returned to his prescribed position as the beeping started. Then, along with the others, he waited patiently as the seconds passed.

“And, get into character,” said Neville.

Click.

Neville reached beneath Rose’s armpits, and grasped her breasts. She affected a look of startlement, while Julie and Jeremy looked over in surprise.

Click.

Rose lifted her shoulders and extended her fingers, as she looked down in shock at Neville’s hands. Meanwhile, Julie and Jeremy had modified their expressions to ones of disapproval and annoyance, respectively.

Click.

As Neville squeezed her breasts with splayed fingers, Rose spread her arms out, and adjusted her expression slightly – still shocked, but with a tinge of exasperation, as if this was merely the latest in a series of such transgressions (as indeed it was). Conscious that this was the fourth photo, Julie now repeated the expression she had demonstrated for Neville beforehand, while Jeremy adopted a look of annoyed disbelief.

Click.

Rose sighed, and rolled her eyes as Neville delicately pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. The corners of Julie’s mouth twitched, as if she were struggling to keep a straight face despite her disapproval. Jeremy arched an eyebrow at Neville, as if to say “Really, Neville?”

Click.

Rose now looked over at Julie, and lowered her elbows while raising her hands, to make it look more as if she were shrugging. Julie responded by putting her hand to her face, as if to conceal from Rose (though not from the camera) her now obvious amusement. Jeremy also looked over at Julie, with an expression of weary resignation, while Neville went back to gleefully kneading Rose’s breasts.

Click.

For her final pose, Rose adopted a look of helpless bemusement as Neville squeezed her breasts together, her nipples showing through his splayed fingers. Julie dropped her hand from her mouth, now smirking openly, while Jeremy put on a resigned expression.

Click.

“Good job, everyone!” said Neville. “Let’s see ‘ow those turned out.”

As they gathered around the camera and looked through all seven photos – in the correct order – Rose could not help thinking that they had turned out very well indeed. Neville’s concept and direction had brought out the inner actor in all of them, and the result was entertainingly comical.

“I have to admit,” said Jeremy, sounding surprised, “that’s a fun little sequence.”

“Isn’t it just?” agreed Neville.

“Yes, it did come out rather well!” said Julie. “I must say I am rather tempted to put a couple of these on Facebook; the sixth one in particular is hilarious!”

“It’s more hilarious in context though,” said Jeremy. “Perhaps we could post the first photo, then maybe the fourth, then the sixth?”

Julie chuckled. “If we’re going to do that, we might as well post them all. And I don’t really have a problem with doing that; the comedy element makes them more acceptable, I think.”

“All right!” said Jeremy, hooking the camera up to his iPad again. “I can’t wait to see how you caption these!”

“Oh!” said Julie. “Cathy commented on the other photo already. She says, ‘That’s huge! Did she do another poo on top of the first??’” She chuckled, and tapped a response. “Yup...”

Five minutes later, the new series was posted. Julie handed her phone to Jeremy, who read out loud: ‘Neville of course can’t keep his hands off Rose – the old rogue!’”

“Excellent!” said Neville, pleased. “Let’s do another sequence, this time wi’ me groping Rose’s pussy.”

“I don’t know, Neville...” said Jeremy doubtfully.

“Just through ‘er panties,” Neville clarified. “At least let’s take t’ photos; you can decide afterwards whether they’re all right for Facebook.”

“I’m fine with that plan,” said Julie. “How about you, Rose?”

“Sure,” said Rose, “but I think I’ll need another drink first!”

“Coming right up,” said Jeremy. “Sherry?”

“Yes please,” said Rose.

Jeremy poured her a glass, and she sipped at it while Neville explained the next sequence. In this one, Rose would be chatting with Julie and Jeremy, while Neville approached from behind. He would reach his arms around her, putting his left hand on her left breast, and his right hand between her legs. Rose and Julie and Jeremy would all express shock, but this would quickly transition into resigned acceptance. They would resume their conversation, ignoring Neville as he continued with his groping.

“Sounds simple enough,” said Jeremy, and he started the camera’s timer as everyone took their positions.

The sequence played out pretty much as Neville had described ... until a couple of seconds before the fifth photo, when Neville slid his right hand up Rose’s abdomen, and tucked his fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. Then, just before the sixth, he plunged his whole hand into her panties, and cupped her pussy with his fingers, making her gasp.

“Neville...” said Julie reproachfully, and Jeremy tutted in disapproval.

Rose sighed, and went back to ignoring Neville’s hand, as his fingers played with her labia and clitoris, and the camera clicked for the seventh time.

“Perfect!” said Neville happily.

“You changed the script!” said Jeremy.

“I did,” Neville agreed. “I ‘ad an ‘unch you’d all ‘ave entertaining reactions. Let’s see ‘ow you did.”

Moments later they were all chuckling over the newest set of photos. “It’s another good sequence,” Jeremy remarked. “What do you think, Julie? Is it too much for Facebook?”

“It’s definitely pushing the boundaries,” said Julie, “but it follows on so naturally from the last set; it would seem a shame not to share it.”

There was a rapid series of footsteps on the stairs, and Jeremy and Julie glanced anxiously at each other. Their consternation turned to relief, however, when the door opened and Raymond walked in.

“I just saw the photos you put on Facebook!” he said, wide-eyed. “Good grief!”

“You don’t approve?” asked Rose worriedly.

“I approve! I approve!” said Raymond. “It was sexy, and funny ... which genius came up with that idea?”

“That would be Neville,” said Jeremy with a chuckle. “And we’re not done; wait till you see the next set!”

“There’s another set?” asked Raymond excitedly. “Can I get a sneak preview?”

“Sure,” said Neville, flipping back to the first photo in the latest sequence.

Raymond stared at each photo in turn. “Wow,” he murmured. Then, “Wow!” as he reached the sixth photo.

Rose smirked. “You’ve seen Neville do worse than that, Raymond!” she said.

“Yeah, I know,” said Raymond, “but the idea that this is going on Facebook is just so cool!”

“We’re glad you approve, dear,” said Julie with an amused smile.

“Oh, I do,” said Raymond. “Even the first photo you posted – you know, with the poo – even that was very sexy. I’ll no doubt crop out the poo part when I add it to my collection, but even so. Anyway, I don’t want to interfere with the magic, so I’ll leave you to it. By all means continue!”

Jeremy laughed. “It’s nice to have your endorsement, Raymond,” he said, “but I don’t think we’d get away with putting anything naughtier than that on Facebook.”

“Fair enough,” Raymond conceded, “but don’t let that stop you! Even if it’s too much for Facebook, you can still share the pics by email with those that would appreciate them! Like me, for instance.”

“We’ll bear that in mind,” said Julie with a wry smile. “Any particular requests?”

“Not really!” said Raymond cheerfully. “Just follow Neville’s lead, I suppose. He seems to have some great ideas! Well, have fun – I’ll see you later.” He gave Rose a quick kiss, then he left the room and went back upstairs.

It was not long before Julie had posted the new set, which she had captioned “Oh Neville! Give him an inch...”

“Good caption,” said Jeremy, chuckling. “So, Neville – what’s next?”

“For t’ next series,” said Neville, “Rose’ll be ‘olding a glass in ‘er right ‘and, and Jeremy, you’ll be pouring sherry into it. Julie, you’ll ‘ave a plate of mince pies, and you’ll be offering it to Rose. By t’ second shot, both Rose’s ‘ands will be full, and I’ll be taking ‘old of t’ sides of ‘er panties. I’ll then slowly pull them down, and you three’ll act wi’ appropriate shock and exasperation.”

“Oh gosh,” said Rose nervously.

“You’ve been naked in front of us before, dear,” Julie reminded her gently. “I think it sounds like a fun sequence – although it’s probably too much for Facebook.”

“All right,” said Rose, with a little shiver. “I suppose that drink will help!”

Julie fetched the last of the mince pies that she had brought home from church, and took up her position as directed by Neville. Jeremy set up the camera, and then picked up the sherry decanter.

The timer counted down, and the camera began taking photos. Rose, with her hands full, adopted a look of dismay, then indignation, then embarrassment, as a grinning Neville pulled her panties slowly down her thighs. Julie and Jeremy reacted sternly, then with expressions of comfort towards Rose, who sighed for the sixth shot, and downed her drink in the seventh, by which time her panties were around her ankles.

“Great!” said Neville. “Well done everyone. Rose, you might as well step out of those; you’ll be naked for t’ next sequence.”

Reluctantly, Rose lifted her feet out of her panties. “I’ll just go and clean my bottom, then,” she said.

“It’s messy over quite a wide area,” Neville said, “and you won’t be able to see what you’re doing. Best let me clean you; I did a good job last night, didn’t I?”

“Goodness!” Jeremy muttered, but Julie shushed him with a look.

“I think that’s a good idea,” she said. “And Jeremy, perhaps you could take some photos of the cleaning process?”

“Oh!” said Jeremy, startled. “Um ... okay...”

“I’ll fetch a box of tissues and a bowl of warm water,” said Julie. “I imagine some of the poo has got pretty dry and crusty by now.”

“Good idea,” said Neville. “And some baby oil; ‘er skin might be in need of it.”

“Where will you want me?” Rose asked. “And in what position? Last night we did it on the sofa-bed...”

“Good point,” said Neville. “T’ sofa-bed’s best, I think. Jeremy, will you please ‘elp me wi’ it?”

“Of course,” said Jeremy, and he and Neville unfolded and made up the sofa-bed.

Soon all was ready. “Okay Rose,” said Neville, “climb on to t’ bed and get on your back, carefully – don’t want to get poo on t’ bedclothes! Lift your knees well up so your bottom’s off t’ bed. Julie, you sit next to ‘er and ‘elp ‘er by taking one of ‘er legs and ‘olding it back.”

“Oh, I’m in this one?” asked Julie in surprise. “Okay...”

“So’s Jeremy,” said Neville.

“I am?” said Jeremy.

“Yup!” said Neville cheerfully. “You’ll be standing over us, bent over and peering closely at what I’m doing.”

“Oh!” said Jeremy uncomfortably. “But then I’ll be staring at ... you know what...”

“It’s all right, darling,” said Julie with a little chuckle, “there’s no need to pretend that’ll be a great hardship for you.”

“I’m just concerned about Rose feeling uncomfortable,” said Jeremy, a little red in the face.

“At this point I’m pretty much maxed out on embarrassment,” said Rose ruefully. “If Julie doesn’t mind you staring at my bits, then I don’t either. I’m sure Raymond will love it.”

“That’s the spirit!” said Neville, pleased.

The logistics of the bottom-cleaning photo shoot were somewhat more complex than Neville had anticipated, and some adjustments had to be made ... but eventually everyone was in position and ready. Rose was lying perpendicular to the edge of the bed, with her bottom slightly overhanging it. Julie was positioned directly behind her, with her thighs apart and Rose’s head between her knees, elevated slightly by Julie’s skirt. Julie was holding both of Rose’s ankles. Jeremy was on his hands and knees next to Julie, peering down at Rose’s pussy.

“I want you to look a bit more lecherous, Jeremy, if you can,” said Neville.

Jeremy grimaced. “I’m not sure I want to be portrayed that way, though!” he said. “I’m not like you, Neville.”

“It’s just acting,” Neville assured him. “We’ll not be sharing these photos wi’ anyone as doesn’t know you very well ... and anyone that knows you knows you’re nothing like me.”

“It’ll be okay,” said Julie gently. “Any photos we don’t like, we’ll delete – it’s that simple. It’s your camera.”

“Exactly,” said Neville, though he clearly was not a big fan of the notion of deleting photos. “Everyone ready? All right then.” He started the timer, then he went over and knelt down in front of Rose’s indecently-displayed bottom. Picking up a handful of tissues, he dipped them in the warm water, and began to clean the streaks and smears of poo off Rose’s buttocks and pussy.

Jeremy put on his best leer as he watched the action. Julie smiled down supportively at Rose’s upturned face. Rose, for her part, managed to put on an expression of hapless resignation, concealing both the full extent of the mortification she was feeling, and all traces of her shameful arousal...

For she could no longer deny, at least to herself, that this whole situation was excitingly, if bizarrely, erotic. This house operated under an unfamiliar, almost surreal set of rules, in which she seemed destined to become the sexual plaything of one of the grossest, most unapologetic perverts she had ever met. She could at any time have done something to stop this – Julie would have been her fiercest and most effective advocate if she had tried – and yet she had not done so. Why not?

The simple truth was that she was loving both the attention and the outrageous naughtiness of the whole thing. Though the thought of meeting her future in-laws with her panties full of poo had filled her with horror and dread yesterday evening in the car, the way in which this extraordinary family had accepted her in that state, and even encouraged it, had triggered something inside her that she had not even known was there. And while she did not want to seem too keen to spread her legs for Neville, or do a poo in front of the camera, or pose with a variety of expressions while Neville gleefully fingered her vagina ... she found herself secretly thrilling to the experience of doing so.

The camera clicked for the seventh time. “There,” said Neville, having wiped the last traces of poo from Rose’s bottom. “All clean. Now for t’ baby oil. Stay in those positions, please.” He got to his feet, walked over to the camera, and started the timer again. Then, resuming his kneeling position, he poured some baby oil into his cupped hand, and slathered it over Rose’s right buttock. More oil went on her left buttock, and still more went on her pussy. As the camera began clicking, he put down the bottle, and began massaging the oil into her buttocks with both hands.

After the third click, he began massaging her pussy with his right hand. After the fifth, he gently slid two fingers into her vagina, making her gasp.

Julie said nothing until the final photo had been taken. Then she asked softly, “How are you doing, Rose?”

“I’m okay,” said Rose, a little breathlessly, as Neville slowly slid his fingers in and out of her, over and over again. “This isn’t unfamiliar territory for me.”

“So, shall we call it a night there?” asked Jeremy, a little uneasily.

“It’s still early,” said Neville. He bend his head down, fastened his lips around Rose’s clitoris, and began to suck on it.

“Oh gosh!” gasped Rose.

“Um,” said Jeremy, “should I start the camera timer, Neville? Since you seem ... busy?”

“Yes, darling,” said Julie. “Why don’t you do that?”

“Actually,” said Neville, coming up for air, “I have an idea. Jeremy, you’re a strong lad; do you think you could lift Rose, and ‘old ‘er weight for t’ duration of seven photos? Plus timer time, of course. Let’s say, a minute?”

“Well I suppose it depends on what position I have to hold her in,” said Jeremy. “But she’s not a big girl; I imagine I could.”

“Good,” said Neville. He stood up, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down along with his underpants. “Up you get, Rose.”

“Good grief, Neville!” said Jeremy, covering his eyes.

“Whatever do you have in mind, Neville?” inquired Julie, averting her eyes after staring for a moment at the old man’s mostly-erect penis.

As Rose climbed off the bed, Neville lay down. “Jeremy,” he said, “I want you to lift Rose from be’ind, wi’ your ‘ands under ‘er thighs, and slowly lower ‘er on to my cock, as t’ camera takes t’ photos.”

Shocked, Julie quickly looked at Rose, who stared back, wide-eyed.

“Neville!” said Jeremy sharply. “Penetration is off-limits.”

“I’ve already penetrated ‘er wi’ me fingers,” said Neville, “and you didn’t object to that. Come on – you know Raymond’ll love it. It’ll be a great sequence – if your back can take it.”

“Julie,” said Jeremy, “surely this is a step too far?”

Julie, with her eyes still locked on Rose, hesitated for a moment. Then she said, “I think it’s up to you, Rose. Would Raymond really enjoy seeing that? And are you willing to go that far?”

“Raymond would love it,” said Rose ruefully. “And I suppose I’ve already been that far, though it wasn’t my choice the last time. I’m ... I’m on the fence. I don’t really want Neville’s willy inside me again ... but I’d certainly enjoy seeing the look on Raymond’s face when he sees ... that. So I don’t know ... what do you think?”

“Let’s do it,” said Julie. “It’ll happen gradually; if you have a panic attack at the first touch of Neville’s penis, you can say something, and we’ll stop it right there.”

“Okay,” said Rose.

“Good grief!” said Jeremy. “I can’t believe we’re about to do this!”

“Don’t make a fuss, darling,” said Julie. “But I’m worried about your back...”

“So am I,” Jeremy admitted. “As I lower Rose, I’ll be having to bend over more and more – not a great position for carrying.”

“Can you kneel?” Julie suggested. “Your knees straddling Neville’s chest.”

“Then ‘is arse’ll be in me face!” Neville complained, his erection wilting.

“My bum should be above your stomach rather than your chest,” said Jeremy. “And yes, that sounds better.”

“Oh fine, then,” said Neville.

Jeremy got into position, kneeling astride Neville’s belly, and he beckoned to Rose. “All right Rose,” he said, “turn around and squat in front of me.”

Rose climbed on to the bed, and stood astride Neville’s thighs, with her back to Jeremy. As she bent her knees and lowered her bottom towards Neville’s now-flaccid cock, Jeremy caught her thighs with his hands and wrists. He pulled her back against his chest, as her feet lifted off the sofa-bed.

“This is doable,” said Jeremy. “Do you want to start the timer, Julie?”

“Wait!” said Neville. “I’m not ‘ard.” He tried to reach for his cock, but Jeremy’s legs and arms were blocking a direct path, and the distance around these obstacles was too great. “Julie, would you mind giving me a bit of a tug?”

“I’m not touching your penis, Neville!” said Julie indignantly. “You’ve been trying to get me to do that for years; I’m not about to start now.”

“You’re going to ‘ave to touch it anyway, to guide me into Rose’s vagina,” said Neville. “I can’t reach to do it myself, and Jeremy’s ‘ands are full.”

Julie bit her lip. Another option was for Rose to do the guiding, but that would be too much to ask of Rose. “Oh very well,” she said. “For Rose and Raymond.”

“I can do it,” said Rose quickly. “If you’d rather not.”

“It’s all right, dear,” said Julie, reaching out and patting her knee. “Just an old hang-up. I’ll be fine.”

“Getting quite tired here!” gasped Jeremy.

“Oh!” said Rose, straightening her legs and setting her feet down. “Sorry.”

With a sigh, Julie poured some baby oil into the palm of her right hand. Then, with a grimace, she took hold of Neville’s limp cock, and began to massage it. “Let’s bring this todger of yours back to life, shall we?”

“Ooh, that’s great, that is,” crooned Neville. As his erection grew, Julie clasped her hand around it, and began pumping it in earnest.

When it was fully erect, she stopped. “I think we’re ready,” she said. She got up, started the timer on the camera, and then knelt down next to Neville’s knees.

Rose lifted her feet off the bed, and Jeremy grunted a little as he supported her full weight once more. When the camera clicked for the first time, he lowered her a little towards Neville’s cock.

After the next click, he lowered her further; her vaginal opening was now just an inch above the tip of his uncle’s penis. Another click, and he lowered her until the tip, held in place by his wife’s hand, was nestling against Rose’s moist orifice. The camera clicked for the fourth time, and Jeremy let her down another inch or so; Neville’s cock slid gently inside her a little.

Neville had given no instructions regarding facial expressions, as each of them had realised during the countdown to the first click, so they were all winging it. Rose affected a look of anxiety, followed by dismay, and alarm, then mortification as Neville’s erection began sliding into her vagina. Julie adopted a look of quiet determination as she steered Neville’s penis into her future daughter-in-law. Jeremy, throwing himself into his role, put on a look of manic glee as he eased Rose downward on to his uncle’s cock.

By the seventh click, Neville was buried in Rose up to the hilt. “Aaah,” he sighed, “that does feel good. Let me just savour this moment...”

“I think I’d like to wash my hand!” said Julie, with a chuckle.

“Not yet,” said Neville. “For t’ next set, let’s do it in t’ missionary position. Julie, would you be so kind as to guide me in again?”

Julie shuddered. “I suppose so,” she said.

“And what am I doing?” asked Jeremy warily.

“Just operating t’ camera,” said Neville. “I’d like you to capture us from a variety of angles, wi’ a mixture of long shots and close-ups. Don’t be afraid to get right in close, so you can really see t’ detail of my cock going in ‘er vagina.”

“Good grief!” said Jeremy, looking at Rose in concern. “Um...”

Julie preempted him. “Can you handle that, Rose?” she asked.

“I ... I suppose so,” said Rose, her pulse racing at the prospect.

Neville finished disrobing, and climbed naked on top of Rose. “Ready Jeremy?”

Jeremy had pulled the camera off the tripod, and taken it off timer mode. “Ready,” he said.

Neville took hold of Rose’s knees, and pushed them well back. “All right Julie,” he said, “give us a bit more of t’ baby oil – Rose as well as meself – and Jeremy, you might as well start snapping away.”

“Oh my!” said Julie, pausing with a palm full of baby oil. “Rose ... do you mind if I...”

“Not at all,” said Rose, her eyes wide. “If ... as long as you don’t mind either...”

“All right then, dear,” said Julie. She reached beneath Neville, drizzled oil on to Rose’s pussy, and then began gently rubbing it in, while Jeremy took photos from several different angles.

“Good, good!” said Neville in delight. “Stick a couple of fingers in, too – get some of that oil inside ‘er.”

Wordlessly, Julie inserted her index and middle fingers into Rose’s vagina, and gently sank them deep, then pulled them almost out, then pushed them in again. As she continued to thrust them in and out, Jeremy stared for a few moments with his mouth agape, before remembering to resume taking photos.

“All right,” said Neville, “now me cock.”

Julie withdrew her fingers from Rose’s vagina, and wrapped her hand around Neville’s erect cock. She slowly pumped it for a few seconds, giving Jeremy time to get a couple of good photos, before guiding it towards Rose’s vaginal opening. She finally let go as he slid inside Rose.

“Aaaahhh yes,” Neville gasped, as he slowly buried his shaft inside Rose. He pressed his loins firmly against hers, the tip of his penis nudging against her cervix. Then he pulled back, and thrust in, and pulled back. “You getting some good photos, Jeremy?”

“I believe so,” said Jeremy. “Well, they’re certainly explicit!”

“All right,” said Neville. “Now switch to video.” And he began fucking Rose with deep, measured strokes.

“Er, Neville...!” said Jeremy in dismay, but then he caught Julie’s eye, and she subtly shook her head. With an uneasy grimace, he switched to video mode, and began recording the action.

Julie walked around the other side of the sofa-bed, and climbed on to it, leaning on her elbows and positioning her head close to Rose’s. “Are you all right, dear?” she whispered.

“Yes ... thank you,” Rose answered quietly. “This is ... this is really weird, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, rather,” agreed Julie. She lowered her voice to a whisper, which Neville, panting away, could not hear: “I hope I was right to let it go this far.”

“I think so,” Rose replied, equally quietly.

“Would you rather Jeremy and I leave?” Julie asked. “Or is it somehow ... helpful ... to have us here?”

“It’s comforting,” Rose whispered. “But I’d completely understand if you want to leave.”

Julie took her hand, and squeezed it. “Then we’ll stay – as long as you need us to,” she said.

“It shouldn’t be much longer,” Rose whispered.

Indeed, Neville was now fucking her faster and faster, and in less than a minute, he was groaning and shuddering with pleasure, while spewing his semen deep into Rose’s vagina. “Ohhhhh!” he gasped, collapsing on top of her. “That were spectacular...”

Jeremy stopped filming. “Well I really hope Raymond enjoys this video, and doesn’t ... you know ... flip out...”

“He’ll love it,” Rose assured him breathlessly. She could hardly believe she was not flipping out herself ... perhaps she was just tipsy enough for the sensation of Neville’s cock, still oozing semen into her vagina, not to send her into panic mode. She squeezed her vaginal muscles, milking him dry.

Neville sighed happily, then he climbed off her. “That’s it for this evening,” he said. “I’m knackered. Julie, Jeremy, do you think I might stay t’ night again?”

“Since we’ve assembled the sofa-bed,” said Jeremy, “I was sort of assuming you would.”

“Great, thank you,” said Neville. “In that case, I think I’ll just get ready for bed.”

“Me too,” said Rose. “I’m rather tired!”

“Not surprising!” said Julie. “We’ll wait until you’re done in the bathroom.”

“Oh,” said Rose, “no – you go ahead. I really need to have a shower.”

“Oh, go ahead and have your shower, Rose,” said Jeremy. “Julie and I will be up for a little while yet.”

“Well ... all right then,” said Rose. “Shall I just leave my full panties here?”

“That’ll be fine,” said Neville. “I don’t mind. Will you be putting them on again afterwards?”

“There doesn’t seem much point,” said Rose. “Sleeping in them was a fun idea, last night, but it didn’t really work out very well, did it?”

“I think you should try it again,” said Neville. “Only this time, don’t worry about squashing t’ poo. If you make a mess, you make a mess. We can always clean up in t’ morning.”

“‘We’, Neville?” Jeremy inquired. “Surely you don’t think Rose is going to spend another night in bed with you?”

“Why not?” asked Neville. “Apparently it’s okay for me to fuck ‘er now; what’s she got to lose?”

“A night with Raymond, for one thing!” said Rose. “This’ll be our last chance to sleep together until Friday!”

“But from Friday onwards, you’ll ‘ave every night wi’ ‘im,” argued Neville. “Whereas I’ll ‘ave to wait until you next come back to Yorkshire. And God knows when that’ll be.”

“Yes, well, Raymond’s my fiancé!” said Rose. “And you aren’t.”

“But think ‘ow nice it’ll be!” said Neville. “Lying there wi’ all that poo squelching against your bum and pussy. Don’t tell me you’re not tempted.”

“It’s not an unpleasant thought,” Rose admitted. “But that won’t be of much comfort to Raymond! He’ll be lonely without me.”

“Why don’t you ask him, dear?” Julie suggested. “Tell him you’re thinking of sleeping with your messy panties on, and see how he feels about you sharing the sofa-bed with Neville again?”

“All right,” said Rose reluctantly. “I suppose I can ask. Well, I’ll see you in a bit, I suppose.”

“Have a nice shower,” said Julie, smiling. “Actually, I need to go upstairs too. After you, dear.”

Rose left the room, and ascended the stairs, with Julie following close behind. When they reached the landing, Julie took Rose’s arm. “Rose, I suggested you talk to Raymond so that Neville would stop trying to talk you into sleeping with him. But my goodness – if you want to sleep with your fiancé, by all means sleep with him!”

“Oh, thank you!” said Rose, relieved. “I was starting to think you maybe preferred me to sleep with Neville.”

“Not at all!” said Julie. “The health of your relationship with Raymond is of the greatest importance to me. If that’s best served by you having sex with Neville, then I’ll try to help that happen. But it does rather gall me to see that old ne’er-do-well rewarded for all his bad behaviour! He certainly doesn’t deserve to have sex with you – it took a lot of willpower to bring myself to direct his horrid old willy into you.”

“I’m so sorry!” said Rose, feeling awful. “You really shouldn’t have had to touch it...”

“Oh, pfff,” said Julie, waving a hand dismissively. “My part was easy compared to yours. I don’t know how you managed to just lie there and take it.”

“It wasn’t that bad, honestly,” Rose admitted sheepishly. “Of course, I’m sure the booze helped.”

The door to Robbie’s room suddenly opened, and Robbie appeared. A broad grin spread across his pimply face as he looked Rose up and down. “Wow!” he said.

Rose quickly covered her breasts and pussy. “Oh dear – I’m sorry!” she said to Julie.

“Don’t worry, dear,” said Julie with a smile. “As I’ve said, your nudity isn’t going to traumatise my son. But Robbie, don’t stare like that; it’s rude.”

“I suppose his fascination is understandable,” said Rose, red-faced.

“Yeah – it’s not like I get to see a beautiful woman naked every day!” said Robbie happily.

Julie laughed. “That’s true, I suppose. All right Rose, enjoy your shower.”

Rose hurried into Raymond’s bedroom, and took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her. Raymond was on his iPad. “How did it go?” he asked. “Facebook’s been quiet.”

Rose bit her lip. “I ... I kind of ... had sex with Neville again,” she said.

“You did?” asked Raymond, looking shocked.

“And ... your dad filmed it,” added Rose, her cheeks turning crimson.

“Oh my ... God!” exclaimed Raymond, and then he burst out laughing. “You’re joking!”

“No ... though I sort of wish I were,” said Rose, staring at the floor. “Your mum helped too.”

“What?” said Raymond. “How?”

“You’ll see in the photos,” said Rose. “She, um, sort of guided him in, as your dad lowered me on to Neville’s erection. Then we changed positions, and your mum lubed up both Neville and me, then she guided him into me again, and your dad filmed him fucking me.”

Raymond grabbed his hair with both hands. “Oh ... my ... fucking ... God!”

For a horrible moment, Rose was afraid she had miscalculated. In Raymond’s incredulous expression was no sign of either approval or disapproval. “Are you ... upset?” she asked tentatively.

He broke into a huge grin of delight. “Oh my God, no!” he exclaimed. “That’s ... that’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever heard! I can’t believe my parents helped you have sex with Uncle Neville! And to think ... you did that for me?”

“Yeah,” said Rose, nodding. “It was all for you.”

“But that’s ... incredible!” said Raymond excitedly. “What a brilliant fiancée you are! Man ... I can’t believe how lucky I am!” He got up from the bed, took her in his arms, and kissed her. Then he laughed. “Gosh – I so need to see those photos and videos! I think I’ll go and ask Dad if I can borrow his camera, so I can download them.”

“Okay,” said Rose. “In the meantime, I’m going to have a shower and get ready for bed. Speaking of which ... Neville wants me to try wearing my messy panties in bed again.”

“Ugh,” said Raymond. “Not in here, I hope.”

“No,” Rose replied. “He wants me to sleep with him again, of course.”

Raymond chuckled, and nodded. “I thought you couldn’t sleep with poo in your panties though...?”

“I was concerned about making a mess,” said Rose. “Neville says I shouldn’t worry about that tonight. If it squishes and goes everywhere, no big deal – we’ll just clean up in the morning.”

Raymond gave her a hug. “So give it a try,” he said. “I know you like having poo in your panties, and with everything you’ve done for my pleasure, I certainly don’t want to get in the way of yours. Go ahead, sleep with Neville ... and enjoy your poo.”

Rose pouted. “Won’t you miss me?” she asked. “We won’t see each other again until Friday...”

“I’ll cope,” said Raymond, smiling fondly at her. “You enjoy your poo while you can. I can’t promise I’ll be this tolerant of your poo back in our own house.”

Rose sighed. “All right then,” she said. “But if I’m going to wake up plastered in poo, there doesn’t seem to be much point in showering tonight. I might as well just shower in the morning.”

“Sounds sensible,” said Raymond.

“I’ll just go and brush my teeth and wash my face then,” said Rose. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Okay!” said Raymond. “I’ll run down and get the camera.”

Rose went through to the bathroom, where she locked herself in, then sat down and peed. Having flushed the toilet and washed her hands, she brushed her teeth, flossed, washed her face, and then, feeling a little prickly, she gave her pussy a quick but careful shave. The rest of her shaving areas could wait until the morning.

She returned to Raymond’s room, to find him glued to his iPad, watching the video of Neville fucking her. “Oh my God!” he gasped. “This is dynamite!”

Rose chuckled, and sat down next to him on the bed. Suddenly, however, Raymond paused the video and put down the iPad, then he turned and practically flung himself on Rose, who squealed as she fell backward on to the bed. Then she sighed happily as, after a bit of fumbling, Raymond began working his erection into her vagina. This was better; much better...

Only ... it wasn’t. Neville had been well-lubricated, and Raymond was not. Neville had taken his time, savouring the experience; Raymond seemed in a great hurry. So while she much preferred to have sex with Raymond, on principle, the actual physical experience was not quite as pleasant.

“Ohhh!” groaned Raymond, ejaculating after barely a minute of thrusting. “Oh God...” He rolled off her, panting. “Sorry that was rather quick. The video ... oh gosh ... it practically made me climax all on its own!”

Rose chuckled ruefully. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” she said. “Are you going to take care of me, too...? Or should I ask Neville to do that?”

“Ask Neville!” said Raymond, his eyes shining. “I’m sure he’d give you oral if you asked him.”

This was not the answer Rose had been hoping for, but she shrugged. “All right,” she said. “Perhaps he will. Goodnight then, Raymond.” She kissed him, then got up from the bed.

“Goodnight,” he replied. “You wonderful, beautiful woman!”

Feeling rather dissatisfied, Rose trotted downstairs. Since she was leaking Raymond’s semen, she went into the kitchen to wipe herself with a tissue. Then she returned to the living room. There was Neville, still naked; he smiled as she entered. “I’ll just go and get meself ready for bed,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” said Rose. Then, as he was heading to the door, she added, “Neville?”

“Yes?” he replied, pausing in the doorway.

“Would you be willing to, um, bring me to a climax?” Rose asked, feeling rather embarrassed.

Neville grinned. “It would be my pleasure and honour,” he said. “Though I’m a little out of practice; it might take me a while.”

“That’ll be quite all right,” she assured him.

He disappeared up the stairs, then returned five minutes later, his limp penis bobbing and bouncing with each step. “All right, on your back then,” he said. “Get ready for a good tonguing.” He flicked his tongue in and out rapidly, to demonstrate.

Rose shuddered, but lying down on his bed, naked, and spreading her legs wide for Neville, felt deliciously perverse. Her vagina was moistening anew as he approached her and knelt down next to the sofa-bed. Pressing his face to her pussy, he stuck out his tongue, so that it pushed into her vagina a little, making her gasp. But after just a few seconds of licking inside her, he moved up to her clitoris, where his ministrations would be more effective.

He sucked and nibbled on Rose’s clit for over ten minutes, seeming in no hurry to move things along any faster. But then he introduced a finger into her vagina, and as he stroked her g-spot while simultaneously sucking her clitoris, she found herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

Then it hit, and she arched her back, pressing her pussy against Neville’s face. “Ohhhh!” she moaned, wishing Raymond’s cock were inside her instead of Neville’s finger. Actually, even Neville’s cock would do; she just wanted her vagina to feel full right now.

But Neville merely stopped sucking, and pulled his finger out of her, then climbed on to the bed and lay down, throwing the covers over Rose’s naked body. “Goodnight Rose,” he said. “Sleep well.” He switched the light off.

Rose smiled, and closed her eyes. “Thank you for that, Neville,” she said. “You sleep well too.” But then a thought struck her. “Oh – my messy panties!”

“There’s no need to put ‘em on just yet,” Neville murmured. “Relax for a bit – you’ve earned it.”

“All right,” Rose replied, quite happy to postpone putting her panties back on. She was feeling very comfortable, after all...

Upstairs, Jeremy rolled off Julie, panting. “My goodness ... that was nice,” he said.

“It was!” Julie agreed breathlessly. “It seems Rose is doing wonders for our own sex life!”

“Yes,” said Jeremy. Then, after a long pause, he added, “I do hope we’re doing the right thing, by encouraging her and Neville like this.”

“Me too,” Julie replied. “I’d never have imagined, even this morning, that we’d be helping the two of them have sex. But everybody seems happy about it... And it’s certainly made for a very memorable and exciting Christmas!”

“Indeed it has,” Jeremy agreed. He turned his head to look at Julie. “It was weird to see you wanking Neville’s todger like that.”

“I’m sure it was rather uncomfortable for you,” said Julie. “Thank you for not getting upset.”

“Oh, I wasn’t remotely upset,” said Jeremy. “It was actually rather ... arousing.”

“It was?” Julie stared at him in surprise. “Like son, like father, eh?”

Jeremy chuckled. “Perhaps just a bit.”

“Should I be flaunting my undies at Neville, then?” Julie inquired. “Letting him get away with his groping?”

Jeremy considered this. “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he said. “Would you even consider it?”

“I might,” said Julie, “if it would further revitalise our sex life. But I refuse to let him have sex with me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” said Jeremy firmly. “I wouldn’t want that either.”

They lay in silence for a minute or so. Then Julie said, “He probably won’t even touch me while Rose is here.”

“Probably not,” Jeremy agreed. “But after she’s gone, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he tries to grope you more frequently than before.”

“Yes, I don’t suppose he’ll need any encouragement,” said Julie. “All the same ... perhaps I’ll be a little less careful around him. And maybe wear some shorter hemlines...”

“Oh, yes please!” said Jeremy. “You still have lovely legs.”

“Thank you darling,” said Julie, “but I know they can’t compare with Rose’s. And I have no desire to dress like I’m twenty again. But I think I can afford to go a little above the knee without raising too many eyebrows.”

“You certainly can,” said Jeremy. “And, maybe, some cleavage...?”

Julie chuckled. “We’ll see,” she said.

The following morning, Rose was awakened by the not-entirely-unpleasant sensation of two fingers sliding in and out of her vagina. Without opening her eyes, she could tell that it was Neville; she could hear him breathing. He had apparently uncovered her, and pulled her legs wide apart, and he had lubricated her pussy with baby oil.

She blearily opened her eyes, rubbed them, and then lifted her head to look down at Neville. But her eyes were quickly drawn to the doorway, which was open, and to the lurking figure of Robbie, who was staring at her pussy in awe.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked, closing her legs. “Neville! Robbie’s watching!”

“Oh!” said Neville, glancing back at Robbie. “Well, lad needs to learn t’ facts of life sometime.” He pushed her thighs apart again, using both hands, and then he climbed on top of her.

“Not in front of Robbie, Neville!” she gasped anxiously, as he sank his cock into her slippery vagina.

“I know the facts of life already!” said Robbie.

“What’s going on?” asked Julie, hurrying down the stairs in a t-shirt and panties. “Rose, are you all right?”

“I’m fine!” Rose called out. “But Robbie shouldn’t be watching this!”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” said Julie, reaching the doorway and looking in. “Go on Robbie – upstairs.”

“Why?” asked Robbie, aggrieved. “I want to see! Why does Neville get to have sex with Rose?”

“It’s complicated,” said Julie. “You’re too young to understand...”

“I’m not a child, Mum!” Robbie objected. “I’m old enough to have sex myself!”

“Legally, yes,” admitted Julie, “but...”

“Oh let t’ lad watch,” said Neville, thrusting his erection in and out of Rose’s vagina. “I’m sure ‘e’s seen worse than this on t’ internet.”

“I have,” Robbie confirmed.

“Oh, my little boy!” Julie groaned.

“Not to mention in biology lessons,” Robbie added. “Please, Mum?”

“Oh dear,” said Julie fretfully. “I don’t think your dad would like it...”

“What wouldn’t I like?” Jeremy asked, coming down the stairs.

“Uncle Neville’s having sex with Rose again,” said Robbie, “and I want to watch. Neville says it’s okay, but Mum wants me to stay a child forever apparently.”

“Let ‘im learn summat!” said Neville, panting.

Jeremy peered in, past his wife and youngest son. “Goodness!” he said. “Well I really think Robbie’s too young to see that...”

“I’ve already seen it, though!” objected Robbie. “And I’ve reached the age of consent! I might as well get some idea of what to do before I try it myself.”

“T’ lad makes a good point!” Neville observed.

Jeremy looked at Julie. “What do you think?” he asked.

Julie sighed. “I’m not sure,” she said. “Part of me wants to keep Robbie sweet and innocent forever ... but I know that’s foolish. You decide.”

“Well,” said Jeremy, scratching his head, “when I was his age we used to pass around magazines and dirty videos. I’m not sure that was any healthier than watching this ... and I turned out all right. I suppose I’m willing to let him stay and watch if he really wants to.”

“What about you, Rose?” Julie asked. “How would you feel about Robbie staying to watch ... as a learning experience? Just say the word, and he’s banished upstairs.”

“I feel like all the pressure’s on me now!” said Rose plaintively. “I suppose ... you’re his parents ... if you want him to watch, then I won’t object. After all, everyone else has watched Neville having sex with me!”

“Not objecting, and being okay with it, are two different things,” said Jeremy. “Clearly you’re not happy with the idea, and therefore I’m not either. Off you go upstairs, Robbie.”

“Well said, darling,” said Julie.

“Ohhh!” said Robbie, in such a forlorn voice that Rose felt terrible to have been the sole reason for his disappointment.

“No no,” she said quickly, “it’s really all right. Bit of a shock to the system, of course, but then, so much of the past day or so has been! But I’m fine, honestly. Let Robbie stay.”

“All right then,” said Jeremy. “I suppose you can stay, Robbie.”

“Yes!” said Robbie exultantly.

“I’ll go and put the kettle on,” said Jeremy.

“And I’d better put some clothes on!” said Julie.

“Eh?” said Neville, craning his neck around to look at Julie. “Ay up, Julie – nice panties!”

Julie rolled her eyes, and headed for the stairs.

“Come over ‘ere, lad,” said Neville to Robbie, “and I’ll show you what’s what.”

“Neville!” said Rose nervously, as Robbie approached the sofa-bed.

Neville leaned back, and gestured at Rose’s pussy. “This ‘ere is Rose’s pussy,” he said. “Note that me tumid todger is ‘alf buried in ‘er vagina. I sink it all t’ way in, like this ... and then pull it most of t’ way out again. In ... out ... in ... out ... and thus t’ tip of me todger is stimulated.”

“I’m not sure Robbie needs quite such a detailed lesson, Neville!” said Rose uncomfortably. “I’m sure he knows all about the mechanics.”

“I don’t mind,” said Robbie, massaging the bulge in his jeans. “A video isn’t the same as real life.”

“Quite right,” said Neville. “Now, this ‘ere is t’ clitoris. Let me just pull t’ skin back there to show you...”

“Oh God!” Rose whimpered.

“You can stimulate t’ clitoris by grinding your pelvis against ‘er while you’re fucking ‘er,” Neville continued. “You can also, wi’ good technique, give ‘er g-spot a bit of a rubbing, though fingers are better for that. Do you know what t’ g-spot is?”

“I’ve heard of it,” said Robbie. “But ... not really.”

“Okay,” said Neville, pulling his cock out entirely. “Stick your middle finger in there, lad.”

“What??” said Rose.

“Really?” said Robbie, wide-eyed.

“It’ll be okay,” Neville assured them both. “This is just in t’ name of education. Go on, Robbie, get your finger in there.”

“May I?” Robbie asked Rose.

“I ... I don’t know,” said Rose anxiously. “I think you should ask your mum...”

“There’s no need for that, surely?” said Neville. “She left ‘im ‘ere to learn. I’m teaching ‘im. I’ll take full responsibility if it turns out she disapproves.”

“All right,” said Rose reluctantly.

Tentatively, Robbie slid his middle finger into Rose’s vagina. “Whoa...” he whispered in awe, as he felt around. “So this is what a vagina feels like...”

“Put another finger in,” Neville encouraged him, “and ‘ave a good explore.”

Robbie did so, and he grinned in delight as he thoroughly probed Rose’s vagina. “It’s so soft!” he said. “And I thought it would be smoother.”

“Turn your palm upward,” said Neville. “T’ g-spot’s above your middle finger, a couple of inches in. It won’t feel like much, to you, but ‘er reaction should ‘elp you figure out when you’ve found it. Give it a slow but firm rub.”

“That’s it,” gasped Rose, arching her back as she felt Robbie’s finger pressing against her pleasure centre.

“Good lad!” said Neville. “Now keep rubbing there, to get ‘er more excited.”

Rose closed her eyes, and tried not to writhe in pleasure as Robbie rubbed her enthusiastically, but it was not easy to keep still.

“Suck one of ‘er nipples too, while you’re about it,” Neville suggested. “She’ll like that.”

Robbie bent down, and fastened his lips on Rose’s right nipple, while grasping her left breast with his free left hand. Rose knew she should probably object to this, but she was feeling increasingly aroused, and as Robbie continued rapidly stroking her g-spot, she started grinding her pussy against his hand.

“Why don’t you unzip ‘is jeans, Rose,” Neville suggested in a low voice. “Make ‘im a little more comfortable.”

The implication was not lost on Rose. “I’m not going to have sex with Robbie!” she said hotly.

“Ohh!” said Robbie, looking both forlorn and hopeful at the same time.

“Why not?” Neville inquired. “‘E’s legal. T’ lad could do far worse than you for ‘is first time.”

“That’s not the point!” Rose exclaimed. “His mum and dad would kill me!”

“Or thank you,” Neville suggested.

“I doubt it!” said Rose. “His first time should be with someone his own age ... someone he loves!”

“That’s all well and good,” said Neville, “but ... wi’ no offence meant, Robbie ... do you think they’re knocking t’ door down to be ‘is first?”

“I’m sure plenty of girls would love to...” Rose began, unconvincingly.

Robbie snorted. “Like heck they are,” he said. “Nobody’s interested. It’ll probably be another five years before I next get this kind of opportunity.”

“Possibly more,” Neville agreed. “Won’t you ‘elp t’ lad out, Rose?”

“Neville, that’s a lot to ask!” said Rose plaintively.

“Please, Rose?” Robbie begged.

“I’ll take full responsibility,” said Neville. “Go on, Rose – it can’t be a worse prospect than sex wi’ a 71-year-old pervert like me, surely?”

Robbie unzipped his jeans. “Can I? Please?” He pulled his jeans and jockey shorts down. Rose’s eyes widened.

“By ‘eck, lad, that’s nowt to be ashamed of!” Neville remarked, impressed.

“All right,” said Rose, making her mind up and trying not to think about the consequences. “But Neville, you’ll have to leave the room. I’m sure Robbie doesn’t want his great-uncle watching his first time.”

“Fair enough,” said Neville, holding his hands up, “I’ll wait outside. I don’t suppose ‘e’ll be long.” With a dirty chuckle, he sauntered to the doorway, went out into the hall, and closed the door behind him.

Rose shifted herself further up the bed. “Okay Robbie,” she said, “climb on top of me.”

With shining eyes, Robbie did so. He needed no further direction; positioning the head of his erection at her vaginal opening, he gently pushed it inward. She was still lubricated enough for his entry to be smooth and painless for both of them.

“All right, Robbie,” said Rose, “now I want you to...”

“I came already!” he blurted out, looking mortified. “I’m sorry!”

“Oh!” said Rose in surprise. “Well ... that’s perfectly understandable, this being your first time. Just stay inside me, and relax, and enjoy the moment.”

“Okay,” gasped Robbie, still looking embarrassed.

Rose put her hand around the back of his head, pulled him toward her, and kissed him on the lips. This, apparently, he knew how to do, though his technique was clumsy; he stuck his tongue into her mouth, and twirled it around and around, while she tried to slow him down with gentle pressure from her own tongue.

Eventually she disengaged. “There,” she said. “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Very!” he said, looking quite happy now. “Can we do it again? I’m sure I’ll be better next time. You know ... last longer.”

“Robbie, I don’t think there will be another time,” she told him gently. “As it is, I'm worried your parents will kick me out of their house for this. I’m not even sure that Raymond will be okay with it. But I’m not sorry we did it. I did it for you. Okay?”

“Thank you!” he said fervently. “I do hope you won’t get into trouble.”

“Me too,” said Rose. “All right, off you climb. Let’s go and face the music.”

Robbie pulled his softening penis out of her, climbed off the bed, and pulled his underwear and jeans back up. Rose, with no clothes to wear except for her poo-filled panties on the floor, chose to walk to the door naked.

In the hall, they met Neville. “Ee!” he said. “‘Ow’d it go?”

“He was very good for a first-timer,” said Rose, before Robbie could respond. Robbie looked at her in surprise, then he smiled gratefully.

“All right, lad!” said Neville. “Well done.” Then he licked his lips. “My turn now. I didn’t get to finish what I started.”

“Oh, goodness,” said Rose, backing into the living room as Neville advanced. “I suppose I should have expected this...”

She lay down, and Neville climbed on top of her. “Ugh,” he said. “Not much friction in ‘ere now!”

“Sorry,” Rose apologised. “Should I go and wash myself out?”

“No, I’ll manage,” said Neville. “It’ll just take me a bit longer.”

For the next ten minutes he fucked her – quite energetically at first, but with diminishing vigour as time went on. Finally, he ground to a halt. “By ‘eck I’m puffed!” he panted. “Do you think we could try summat a bit different?”

“Like another position?” Rose asked.

He grinned. “I was thinking of taking you up t’ back door.”

For a moment she thought he was suggesting a change of venue, but then the light dawned. “Oh!” she said. “Gosh. I’ve ... I’ve never actually done that.” The thought was making her shiver.

“Oh good!” said Neville, delighted. “So I’ll be your first time. Excellent. Turn over then – there’s a good girl.” He climbed off her, and sat back on his heels.

Rose sat up, then turned over, getting on to her hands and knees. She did not pause to wonder why she was being so compliant; she had already come to the realisation that she was loving this bizarre sexual adventure, and – within reason – she was willing to follow wherever it led.

“Knees apart,” Neville instructed her. “I’ll need your arse a bit lower.”

She spread her knees apart, then shivered as she felt Neville rub some more baby oil around her anus. Then she tried to relax, as his erection pushed against her puckered opening. Slowly, it yielded, and then she gasped as his cock slid inexorably into her rectum. “Oh gosh!” she said. “This is ... different!”

Neville began fucking her with slow strokes. “In a good way, I ‘ope,” he said.

“Not bad,” Rose conceded.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” said Neville immediately.

The door opened, and Jeremy entered. “Oh!” He said in surprise. “Sorry. You said to come in...”

“Yes, come in, it’s fine,” said Neville cheerfully. “Rose doesn’t mind being fucked wi’ an audience, do you Rose?”

“Depends on the audience!” Rose panted. “I suppose it’s fine, Dad – you’ve seen it all anyway.”

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt,” said Jeremy, “but Julie and I would like a word with you, Rose, when you’re done.”

“Okay...” said Rose, feeling suddenly anxious. She feared this whole adventure was about to come to a crashing halt.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” said Jeremy. He left the room, and closed the door.

Neville increased the pace of his thrusting, until suddenly he groaned, and shuddered, as he spurted semen deep into her rectum. “Ohh, I did enjoy that,” he said, after breathily heavily for a minute. He pulled his cock out of her anus, then he stuck a finger in, and wiggled it around. “All right, I’m off to ‘ave a shower. See you in a bit.” He pulled his finger out, walked to the door, and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Rose stretched out her limbs, and rolled over on to her back. She knew it was time to face Julie and Jeremy, but she just wanted a moment or two to enjoy the calm, before the storm broke.

Jeremy and Julie, however, apparently were in a hurry to talk. Having presumably seen Neville leave the room, they entered a few seconds later. “Hi Rose,” said Julie, now wearing a knee-length skirt and a cardigan. “We just wanted to talk about what happened with Robbie...”

Rose sat up, and hugged her knees. “I’m sorry,” she said, hanging her head and staring at the crumpled bedclothes. “He just ... he seemed to need it so badly...”

“Oh, we’re not upset with you, dear!” said Julie. “Robbie just sat us down and told us everything. He was worried we’d be angry with you ... and to be honest I was shocked at first ... but it sounds like you did it out of a genuine desire to make Robbie happy. And for that, we are grateful.”

“The boy had to have his first time sometime,” added Jeremy. “Honestly, I couldn’t have hoped for it to be with someone as nice, kind – not to mention as beautiful – as you. I know he’s young ... but he’ll treasure this memory forever, and that’s worth a great deal. Not every lad gets to have such a good experience.”

“So you’re really not upset with me?” asked Rose hopefully. “I was so worried!”

“Not at all,” Julie assured her. “We’re happy. But you may want to consider how you’re going to break the news to Raymond...”

“Oh gosh,” said Rose, deflating. “Is he still in bed?”

“I believe so,” said Julie. “You should go and talk to him. I suspect he’ll be okay with the idea, given that he’s fine with Neville having sex with you.”

Rose nodded. “That’s my hope,” she said. Then she bit her lip. “I do hope Robbie will be okay. You don’t think he’ll start ... obsessing over me...? Thinking I’ll leave Raymond for him, or something?”

Jeremy shook his head. “It’s a valid concern,” he said, “but I don’t think you need worry. The lad has a good head on his shoulders. He understands that it was an act of charity; he even said as much.”

Rose nodded. “Good,” she said. “In that case, I’m glad I did what I did. But I’d better go and talk to Raymond now. And then, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a shower – once Neville’s done in there.”

“Of course!” said Julie.

Rose ascended the stairs, feeling nervous. Had she assumed too much, regarding Raymond’s reaction to learning she had just had sex with his teenage brother? She pushed open the door to his room, and entered.

He was awake, and absorbed in his phone. Looking up, he smiled to see her naked. “Nice outfit!” he said with a grin.

“Thanks,” said Rose, blushing. “But we need to talk. Something just happened...”

“Oh?” Raymond put down his phone. “What happened?”

Rose took a deep breath. “Well,” she said, “I woke up to find Neville fingering me, and Robbie watching.”

“Jeez!” said Raymond. “What did you do?”

“I tried to stop him,” said Rose, looking down at the floor, “but he said Robbie was old enough to learn about ... stuff ... and then Julie and Jeremy came along ... and they agreed...”

“Oh!” said Raymond, surprised.

“Robbie did make a good case for himself,” Rose admitted. “I mean, he is of the age of consent, and it’s not like he hasn’t already seen porn...”

“All right,” said Raymond, frowning slightly. “Go on...”

“Anyway, Julie and Jeremy left us to it ... and Neville started giving Robbie an anatomy lesson,” said Rose. “As part of which ... he told Robbie to stick his fingers in me and feel around.”

“Good grief!” Raymond exclaimed. “Did you ... let him?”

“I did,” Rose confessed. “Should I not have?” She hoped he would not say yes, she shouldn’t ... because the next part of the conversation was likely to go very badly if so.

Raymond thought for a moment. “Well it’s a little weird to think of my little brother fingering you,” he said. “But I suppose I don’t mind. I’m not sure what Mum and Dad will say though...”

“They’re fine with it,” said Rose. “We talked afterwards.”

“Oh!” said Raymond. “All right then.” He chuckled. “I’ll bet you gave Robbie the thrill of his life!”

“There’s more,” said Rose uncomfortably.

“Oh?” Raymond inquired.

“Neville told me to unzip Robbie’s jeans,” said Rose, “and I realised he wanted me to have sex with Robbie...”

“Shit!” exclaimed Raymond. “You didn’t though ... did you?”

“Let me finish the story!” said Rose, afraid he would leap to a snap judgment without having heard the full context.

“All right,” said Raymond grudgingly. “Go on.”

Rose took another deep breath. “I said no, of course,” she said, “but by then, the idea was planted in Robbie’s head, and he begged me to let him fuck me. Neville was also doing his best to persuade me, saying it could be years before Robbie gets himself a girlfriend...”

“He’s not a handsome lad,” Raymond conceded. “Not yet anyway. He’ll improve. I did.”

“Anyway,” continued Rose, “poor Robbie looked so desperate, I was eventually moved by his pleas. So I agreed ... on one condition.”

“Jesus!” Raymond exclaimed. “What condition?”

“That Neville leave the room. I wasn’t going to have Robbie’s first time observed and critiqued by his great-uncle. I wanted it to be special for him.”

“Oh my God!” said Raymond, clutching his hair. “So you really did it? You had sex with my brother?”

“Yes,” said Rose. “He didn’t last very long, I’m afraid – but don’t tell him I told you that. He was just so happy to lose his virginity. I gave him a kiss, too.”

“Wow!” Raymond massaged his scalp. “Wow. Good grief. My brother!”

“So...” said Rose, trying not to seem as anxious as she felt. “What do you think?”

Raymond sighed. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Wait ... do Mum and Dad know?”

“Yes,” said Rose. “Robbie told them. Apparently they were freaked out at first, but they came to see it as a rather nice act of charity on my part, and they’re ... they’re actually grateful!”

Raymond laughed. “Good grief, you really can’t do any wrong in their eyes, can you?” he said. He sighed, and shook his head.

“Their approval and support means a lot to me,” said Rose, “but not as much as yours.”

Raymond nodded. “Well I can hardly encourage you to have sex with Neville, then condemn you for having sex with Robbie,” he said. “I’m inclined to agree with Mum and Dad on this one; I think it was very nice of you. You have my full support.”

Rose heaved a sigh of relief. She bent down and hugged Raymond. “Thank you!” she said. “I know I should have asked first, but I wasn’t really in a good position for that, at the time.”

“It’s quite all right,” said Raymond. “I trust you to use your good judgment in these situations, and I believe you made the right choice. I’m glad you gave Robbie a nice first time.”

Rose kissed him, then sat down next to him. “Thank you!” she said. “Oh, by the way, Neville fucked my bottom afterwards. That was my first time, anal.”

Raymond’s jaw dropped. “You’re breaking all kinds of new ground on this trip, aren’t you?” he managed eventually.

“I am,” Rose agreed. She grinned. “Honestly, this is the best and most exciting Christmas I’ve ever had!”

“I’m so glad you feel that way!” said Raymond. “You’re the best fiancée ever, Rose. I can’t wait until April!”

“After we’re married,” said Rose, “will you still want me to have sex with Neville?”

“Will you still be willing to?” Raymond asked.

Rose nodded. “I think so, yes. I mean, he’ll be hard to fend off, anyway, with the liberties I’ve already let him take.”

“What about ... other men?” Raymond asked carefully.

Rose raised an eyebrow. “What other men?” she asked.

Raymond shrugged. “I don’t know. Friends ... other family members ... colleagues...”

Rose thought for a moment. “It would depend,” she said, “on the situation, the man, and how comfortable I felt with him. But I’m not averse to the idea in principle.”

Raymond smiled happily. “That’s all I can ask for,” he said.

“We’d have to discuss it ahead of time, though,” said Rose. “Don’t just throw me at some chap and assume I’ll go to bed with him.”

“Of course not,” Raymond assured her. “And, Rose...”

“Yes?” she asked.

“With all you’ve done for me ... and may be doing in the future ... I think it’s only fair that you should get to enjoy your own fetish,” said Raymond. “I want you to do a poo in your panties whenever you want ... even at home. I’ll ... I’ll try to get used to the smell.”

“Silly billy,” she said affectionately. “I don’t want to make you miserable.”

“I’m serious, though,” he insisted. “I want to do this for you. I want you to feel free to fill your panties with poo without worrying about whether I’ll approve. I’m giving you my approval, now.”

“Thank you, Raymond,” said Rose with a smile. “It’s a very sweet and generous offer. But I’ll try to do it only in private, if the mood strikes me.”

Raymond sighed, slightly exasperated. “But that’s still not what I want for you,” he said. “Do I have to insist?”

“Insist what?” she asked, puzzled.

“Insist that you crap in your panties,” said Raymond.

“You’d do that?” asked Rose in amusement. “That would be quite a sacrifice on your part!”

“I’m happy to make it,” said Raymond. “In fact ... I’ll do it right now. Rose, I insist that from now on, you take your dumps only in your panties; never in the loo.”

“Good grief!” said Rose, her cheeks turning pink. She shivered at the thought of not being allowed to defecate anywhere but in her panties. It was a crazy, bizarre, wonderfully naughty idea. She smiled, shyly. “If you insist, Raymond.”

He grinned. “That’s settled, then.”

Rose slipped off the bed, and knelt down in front of him. “Such a sacrifice deserves a reward,” she said, pulling his semi-erect penis out of his underwear, in which he had been sleeping. She bent down, took the head of his cock in her mouth, and began sucking it.

“Ooh!” gasped Raymond, more than happy at this turn of events. A blowjob from Rose was a rare treat.

Three minutes later, after she had swallowed his semen, Rose got to her feet. “Time for a shower,” she said. “I’m sure Neville’s probably done by now.”

“Okay,” said Raymond. “I’ll see you at breakfast afterwards?”

“Yup,” said Rose. As she walked to the bathroom, she thought to herself, with a tinge of awe, ‘I have the cum of three men inside me!’ Well, technically two men and a boy, but she did not want to dwell on that.

Neville was still in the bathroom, towelling himself dry. He grinned at her. “Shower’s all yours,” he said.

He did not stick around to watch her shower, which she was rather surprised about. She had become so accustomed to being naked around him that she would not have kicked him out, or even complained, if he had stayed to leer at her as she soaped up her breasts and pussy. But as it happened, he left the room as soon as he was dressed, and she showered in peace.

Half an hour later, clean and dry and newly shaven, she went downstairs naked to have breakfast with the others.

Gran looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Dispensing with clothes entirely now, are we?” she remarked. “Well I suppose it’s an improvement over carting around a load of old poo in your undies.”

“You leave her alone, Gran,” said Julie sternly. “I happen to love Rose’s free spiritedness. While she’s in this house she can go around naked, or with her panties full of poo, as much as she likes as far as I’m concerned.”

“Thank you Mum,” said Rose with a grateful smile.

“So what time are you setting off, Raymond?” Jeremy inquired.

“Soon after breakfast,” Raymond replied. “I want to be home before it gets dark. It’s supposed to rain, too, this evening.”

“Just make sure you stop if you start getting sleepy,” said Rose, trying to ignore Neville’s fingers stroking her pussy. “You won’t have me with you to keep you awake.”

“Wise words, Rose,” said Julie. “Driving while tired is as bad as driving while drunk.”

“I’ll be careful,” Raymond promised.

A little later, Rose helped Raymond pack his bag in his bedroom. “Are you sure you’ll be all right here without me until Friday?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Rose. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be mostly naked, and frequently fucked by your great-uncle ... but you like that idea, don’t you?”

Raymond grinned. “I do,” he said. “And from the bottom of my heart, thank you for indulging that.”

Rose smiled. “Well it seems I get a kick out of it too,” she said. “Otherwise I don’t suppose I’d...” She broke off, as the door opened.

Neville walked in. “Sorry to intrude,” he said, with an unapologetic leer at Rose. “Julie wanted me to tell you she’s packing a cool box wi’ leftovers for you to take ‘ome, so you don’t ‘ave to cook tonight, Raymond.”

“Oh, nice,” said Raymond. “Thank you.”

Neville stepped up behind Rose, slipped his arms beneath hers, and pressed his torso against her back, reaching between her legs with his right hand. “I’m so glad Rose’ll be staying ‘ere for a few more days,” he said.

“I’ll bet,” said Raymond with a chuckle. “Take good care of her for me, will you Neville?”

“Oh, I will,” Neville promised, reaching further back and slipping a finger inside Rose’s vagina. “By which I mean I’ll be sinking my todger into ‘er tight ‘oles as often as I can.”

“I assumed you would be,” said Raymond levelly. “And if she leaves the house, make sure she’s not too ... covered up.”

Rose smirked at her fiancé. “I suppose you’ll want photos to prove I’m not overdressed?” she suggested.

“Excellent idea,” Raymond agreed.

Neville grinned as he slowly thrust his middle finger in and out of Rose. “Why don’t you make sure,” he said, “by taking ‘er clothes away wi’ you?”

“Another good idea!” said Raymond. “Perhaps I should leave you with nothing but panties to wear, Rose – what do you think?”

“I think I’ll be cold!” said Rose. “And I suspect most shops will be rather less forgiving of my semi-nudity than your parents ... or even a church full of their friends.”

“True,” Raymond conceded.

“Maybe you could leave ‘er clothes,” Neville suggested, “but give me t’ job of choosing ‘er outfit each time she goes out?”

“Yes!” Raymond agreed. “And you’ll have to abide by Neville’s decision, Rose.”

“Not likely!” Rose retorted. “I don’t trust him not to send me out in nothing but my panties. I’ll need veto power.”

“Hmm,” said Raymond. “But you could just veto all of his choices.”

“Would you agree to wear any outfit Julie picks for you?” Neville asked.

Rose thought about this. “Yes,” she said. “I trust her; I know she wants the best for me.”

“Oh but she’ll just pick something unsexy,” Raymond grumbled.

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” said Neville, now rapidly rubbing Rose’s g-spot with his fingertip. “If we give ‘er a mandate to pick only sexy outfits, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by ‘er choices.”

“Fine,” said Raymond, unconvinced. He picked up his bag. “Well, time for me to go.”

Downstairs, they found Julie alone in the kitchen, and Neville explained to her their plan for Rose’s outfits.

“You want me to choose what she wears?” she said in surprise. “Rose, how do you feel about that?”

“I’m fine with the idea,” said Rose. “I wasn’t, when it was Neville doing the choosing, but if you are, then I am.”

“As long as you only pick sexy outfits,” Neville reminded her. “As sexy and revealing as possible.”

“Yes,” Raymond agreed. “I’ll be wanting photographic proof that you’re not just letting her cover everything up.”

“And whatever you choose, she’ll wear,” said Neville with a grin. “So go as crazy as you like.”

“You really trust me to strike the correct balance?” Julie asked Rose.

“I trust you completely,” said Rose, nodding. “Whatever you tell me to wear, I’ll wear.”

“All right then,” said Julie. “If it’ll make you both happy, then I’ll be happy to do it.”

“Thanks Mum,” said Raymond, and he gave her a hug. “Well, I’ll be off then.”

Julie summoned the rest of the family, and they all trooped to the door to see Raymond off. “Goodbye Gran,” said Raymond, giving his elderly grandmother a hug. “It’s been so nice to spend Christmas with you again.”

“Likewise,” she replied. “Drive safely, Raymond.”

One by one, Raymond bade goodbye to all of his family members, until finally he got to Rose. He hugged and kissed her, then he whispered in her ear, “I love you more now than ever before, Rose. If things get too weird with Neville, just talk to Mum and Dad; you know they’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back. “And don’t worry about me; I love your family and I’m happy just being here. And I’ll let Neville fuck me as much as he wants; I’ll make you proud.”

He grinned at her, and kissed her again, then he opened the front door, and walked out to the car with his bag. He turned and waved, then he got in, started the car, and drove off.

Jeremy closed the front door. “So!” He said. “What’s everyone doing today?”

“Well I need to visit Saint Mary’s, as you know,” said Julie. “I’ll be back in time for lunch. I don’t have any plans for this afternoon.”

“What’s Saint Mary’s?” asked Rose. “Another church?”

“It’s a nursing home,” Julie replied. “I go there every Boxing Day with little boxes of truffles for the residents. I spend a little time with each of them; it’s been a tradition of mine for years. The children used to go with me as well, until they got too old to enjoy it.”

“That’s very nice of you!” said Rose, impressed. “I think that’s a wonderful tradition.”

“Would you like to come with me?” Julie asked. “Don’t feel you have to, but I’d certainly enjoy having you with me.”

“Sure, I’d love to!” said Rose.

“Good!” said Julie, pleased. “We’ll be leaving in about half an hour.”

“Okay,” said Rose. Then she blushed. “Um ... would you mind picking out an outfit for me?”

Julie laughed. “Oh yes! I need to dress you in something sexy, don’t I?”

“What’s this?” Jeremy inquired.

“It’s my new job,” Julie explained. “Neville and Raymond asked me to choose Rose’s clothing while she’s staying here. I’m under strict instructions to make sure she’s always wearing something sexy.”

“Oh!” said Jeremy. “Um ... will that be a problem at Saint Mary’s?”

“It might,” Julie admitted. “If so, Rose will just have to wait in the car. But hopefully they’ll be tolerant, in the light of why we’re there. Come on then, Rose – let’s go upstairs. Oh – where are your messy panties?”

“In the living room,” said Rose. “Should I put them on?”

“Yes please,” said Julie, and she winked at Rose.

Rose entered the living room, retrieved her panties from the floor next to the sofa-bed, and stepped into them. Pulling them up, she shivered as her poo came into contact with her buttocks and pussy. Even the new poo was now cold and dry, though still soft and yielding as she tugged her panties up firmly. The back of the panties were sagging well below her buttocks, the material stretched around the huge lump of old and new poo.

She went upstairs with Julie, and entered Raymond’s bedroom. “Mind if I look through your bag?” Julie asked.

“Help yourself,” said Rose.

“Let’s see...” Julie began looking carefully through Rose’s clothing, and pulling out promising items. Then she said, “Okay, put this on please.” She handed Rose a short black jumper, which Rose, a little surprised, put on. There was nothing particularly sexy about this jumper, she could not help thinking.

Julie now picked up a pair of thigh-high socks. “These too,” she said.

“Okay, but I’m afraid they’re rather long,” said Rose apologetically, as she took them. “They practically cover my entire thighs.”

“That’s fine,” said Julie, unconcerned.

Rose pulled on the immensely long black socks, and tugged them up to the tops of her thighs. Then she looked expectantly at Julie, who gestured toward her high-heeled shoes on the floor. Rose dutifully stepped into them.

“There,” said Julie, stepping back and looking Rose up and down critically. “Yes, I think that’ll do nicely.”

Rose stared at her. “But ... my panties are completely uncovered!” she said, as if somehow Julie had not noticed this.

“Yes dear, I know,” said Julie. “Is that a problem?” Then she looked suddenly anxious, and put her hand on Rose’s arm. “I’m so sorry, dear, I was just trying to play my part, but it seems I made an error of judgment. I thought you would enjoy showing off your panties ... I’m sorry.”

She looked so remorseful that Rose immediately felt terrible. “Oh my goodness, please don’t apologise, Mum!” she said. “In fact I should do the apologising ... for questioning your judgment. Now that I think about it, this choice of outfit is perfect. Your instincts were just fine; I’m afraid I was rather caught off guard by how well you were throwing yourself into this role. I’m so used to you bending over backwards to make sure I’m comfortable ... and you’ve been given this task of pushing me outside my comfort zone. Perhaps that wasn’t fair to you...”

“I don’t mind doing it, dear,” said Julie. “I just want you to be happy, and I’m worried I’ll accidentally overstep the mark.”

“Please don’t worry about that, Mum,” said Rose earnestly. “I was surprised that you wanted my panties uncovered, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to make me go out like that. I’ve ... as you know, I’ve been sort of getting a kick out of the embarrassment itself ... like an adrenaline rush, plus an erotic charge that comes from the knowledge I’m being taken advantage of. So please ... dress me however you see fit ... and if I seem to squirm or recoil at the ... at the sexiness of the outfit ... feel free to insist! Don’t take no for an answer. I’ll wear whatever you want. I refused to give Neville that power over me, because I don’t trust him to prioritise my well-being over his fun. But I freely give it to you, because I ... I...” To her surprise, she found tears welling up in her eyes. “Because I’ve never met someone as loving and caring as you, and I’m just so happy to be joining this family, because it means I get to be your daughter...” The rest of what she said was so muffled as to be unintelligible, because Julie had pulled her into a hug, and she was sobbing into the older woman’s shoulder.

“There, there,” said Julie soothingly. “You’re a very sweet girl, Rose, and I’m proud and happy to have you as a daughter. This Christmas has turned into quite the experience, hasn’t it?”

“It really has!” said Rose indistinctly, laughing and sobbing at the same time.

“I believe I understand what you want and need from me now,” said Julie, “and I’ll start acting accordingly. But please promise me something?”

“Anything,” said Rose, lifting her head away from Julie’s shoulder.

“If I make a misstep,” said Julie, “give me a clear sign that I’ve done so. If you show reluctance, anxiety, or nervousness at what I ask ... or rather, tell you to do, I’m just going to insist harder. It’ll need to be a clear, unambiguous, absolute refusal. If you give me that, we’ll sit down and have a heart to heart, and figure out what to do.”

Rose nodded. “I will,” she promised.

Julie smiled, then she took a deep breath, and adopted a sterner look. “Now, I don’t want to hear any more complaints about going out with your panties showing – is that clear?”

Rose suppressed a giggle. “Yes Mum,” she said.

“Good,” said Julie. “Now I’ll need a few minutes to get myself ready; I’ll see you downstairs shortly.”

“Okay,” said Rose. She walked carefully down the stairs, and entered the living room.

“Ee by gum, that’s a nice outfit!” Neville said appreciatively.

Rose chuckled. “Thank you,” she said. “Julie picked it out.”

“Are you really going out like that?” asked Robbie, his eyes wide.

“Yes,” said Rose. “I’m not sure how they’ll react at this nursing home we’re going to, but for better or worse, I’m committed to this outfit.”

“Can I come too?” Robbie asked.

“That’s up to your mum, I would think,” said Rose.

But Julie, when she came downstairs, was not amenable to this idea. “I’d like some mummy-daughter time with Rose,” she said. “Are you ready to go, dear?”

“Yes!” said Rose, picking up the support cushion and towel.

“Then off we go,” said Julie. “I’ll just grab the truffles ... if you could open the front door for me, please?”

Moments later, they were in the car and driving to the nursing home, which was about six miles away.

“Rose,” said Julie, “is everything all right between you and your mum?”

Rose sighed. “I suppose so,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” said Julie, “I do hope I’m not out of line here ... but it seems like you’ve been missing a mother figure from your life. I’m delighted to be a mum to you ... but I can’t help wondering why you seem to need it so badly. I know you’ve got a mum already...”

“She’s not like you,” said Rose. “She was never a very mumsy sort of mum – very critical and perfectionistic, and with very fixed ideas about what my sister and I should or shouldn’t be doing. Dad wasn’t any better; he was totally self-absorbed and distant, except when he was barking at us for something we did wrong. Basically it wasn’t a very loving family. There wasn’t much hugging. Mum and Dad fought constantly. Eventually Dad ran off with a younger woman, and Mum became extremely bitter, and even more critical than before. Fortunately I was at university by then, and afterwards I moved in with Raymond ... but poor Geri’s three years younger than me, and she’s had a rather miserable time of it.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that!” said Julie, appalled. “Oh dear – I wish I could do something for them both.”

Rose was momentarily startled. “And this is why you’re so extraordinary, Mum,” she said. “I might have predicted you’d want to help Geri, but the fact that you want to help my mum as well...”

“Well she sounds like she’s terribly unhappy,” said Julie. “I like to make people happy.”

“And that’s what I love about you,” said Rose. She sighed. “Geri actually asked if Raymond had any single brothers. I told her Robbie’s too young, but ... I dunno ... anyway she might have someone else in mind.”

“Well that’s good,” said Julie, “but I’d still love to meet them both, all the same. They live in Birmingham, right?”

“Yes,” said Rose, “although Geri goes to uni in Manchester, so she’s not too far away during term-time.”

Julie was silent for a few moments. Then she said, “Let me think about this one for a bit.”

They pulled into the car park adjacent to the nursing home a couple of minutes later. Rose, feeling very nervous about her dirty, poo-filled, and maximally exposed panties, carefully got out of the passenger side. “Should I bring the cushion?” she asked.

“You can if you like, but I doubt you’ll need it,” said Julie.

“I’ll leave it then,” said Rose.

“Oh,” said Julie, pulling out her phone. “We promised Raymond a photo of your outfit, didn’t we?”

“Yes!” said Rose. “How do you want me?”

“Just standing by the car is fine,” said Julie, holding up her phone. “That’s good. Say Wensleydale!”

“Wensleydale,” said Rose, and then she giggled.

Julie took a photo. “Perfect!” she said. “Now let me just email that to Raymond...” She fell silent for a moment as she tapped away at her phone. Then she popped it back into her bag. “Done! All right, let’s go in.”

They walked into the building, and Rose nervously followed Julie to the reception desk. “Good morning Mellie,” said Julie, hefting her box on to the counter. “How are you, dear? Did you have a nice Christmas?”

“Hello Julie!” said Mellie, a thirty-something, plump redhead with an expansive cleavage. “Yes, it was lovely, thank you. How was yours?”

“Wonderful, thank you!” said Julie. “Big family get-together; Raymond brought his beautiful fiancée, Rose – this is she...”

“Hello, Rose!” said Mellie, smiling at first, and then looking startled as she noticed Rose’s panties.

“Hi,” said Rose shyly.

“She had a bit of an accident, poor dear,” said Julie. “You know, in her panties. It’s rather large, unfortunately, and we’ve had some trouble finding a loo with a powerful enough flush to take care of it.”

“Oh ... do you need to use ours?” asked Mellie, still staring at Rose’s panties.

“I’d be afraid of blocking it up and flooding the place,” said Julie. “It’s an awful lot of poo. Show her, Rose.”

Blushing, Rose dutifully turned around, and stuck her bottom out slightly.

“By ‘eck, that is a lot of poo!” said Mellie, wide-eyed.

“I was hoping you’d allow Rose to accompany me on my round,” said Julie. “It really doesn’t smell too badly, and we’ll be as quick as we can.”

“Oh!” said Mellie, uncertainly. “Um ... yes, of course, go ahead. Though you should probably let Anneke know...”

“I will,” Julie promised, picking up her box again. “Come on, Rose.”

Their next stop was at the manager’s office. Anneke Robson was in her fifties, and as lean and angular as Mellie was ample and curvaceous. She wore her hair in a rather severe bun, but her smile was warm and genuine, showing a broad array of slightly uneven teeth. “Julie!” she said. “Lovely to see you, as always.”

“Hello Anneke,” said Julie, hugging the older woman as the latter got to her feet. “Just bringing my Christmas truffles. And my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, Rose.”

“Hi,” said Rose, raising her hand with a little wave.

“Very nice to meet you, Rose,” said Anneke. “Do I dare ask why you’re ... a little underdressed?”

“She did a poo in her panties, poor thing,” said Julie. “Show her, Rose.”

“Crumbs!” said Anneke, shocked.

“Yes, it’s rather enormous,” Julie agreed. “Disposal has been a challenge to arrange. I don’t want to risk flooding any of your bathrooms, so Rose will just keep it in her panties while we’re here ... if that’s all right with you. It doesn’t smell too much now, and we’ll be as quick as we can.”

“How extraordinary!” said Anneke. “Well, if that’s what you want to do, then I suppose it’s all right ... but if it gets too smelly and the residents complain, I’m afraid Rose will have to wait outside.”

“That’s fair,” said Julie. “Oh – this is for you.” She reached into her box, pulled out a small, Christmas-decorated box, and handed it to Anneke.

“Ooh!” said Anneke excitedly. “Truffles again...?”

“Naturally,” said Julie. “Thank you for all you do for your residents, Anneke – there isn’t one of them that doesn’t have glowing things to say about you.”

“Ohh, thank you!” said Anneke. “I do love them all.”

“All right then, Rose,” said Julie. “Let’s start giving these out.”

The first resident they visited was an old lady, Mrs Anderson, who was affable but seemed confused as to who Julie was, though she was grateful for the truffles. She barely acknowledged Rose’s presence.

“She’s not quite all there, these days,” Julie confided to Rose, after they had left the room. “Such a shame – she used to be very sharp; we would do crosswords together.”

The next room belonged to an old man whose eyes lit up at the sight of Julie, then lit up still further at the sight of Rose, and Rose’s panties. “Hello!” he said in delight.

“Hello Mr Enderby!” said Julie. “This is Rose, my son’s fiancée.”

“How nice to see you, Rose!” said Mr Enderby.

“Hi,” said Rose, her cheeks very pink.

“You’ll have to forgive Rose’s state of undress,” said Julie. “She did a great big poo in her panties and hasn’t had a chance to get rid of it yet. Show him, Rose.”

Rose turned around, and the old man’s jaw dropped. “Ugh!” he said, looking dismayed.

“If the smell bothers you,” said Julie, “Rose can always take off her panties and put them in the bathroom for the time being.”

Rose’s eyes widened, and she looked anxiously at Julie.

“It’s bothering me already,” said Mr Enderby quickly.

Julie chuckled. “All right Rose, off you go. Just tuck them away out of sight, clean your bottom, and then come back.”

“Oh ... gosh,” said Rose nervously. “Okay...” She left the room, and trotted down the hallway to the toilets. Inside, she removed her panties, then placed them carefully on the floor behind a pedestal bin. Taking some toilet paper and wetting it, she cleaned her bottom thoroughly, though in fact she was practically clean already.

Peeking out to make sure the hallway was clear, she hurried back to Mr Enderby’s room, entering with her hands clasped over her pussy.

“There’s no need to be shy, dear,” said Julie, with an amused smile. “I’m sure Mr Enderby’s seen plenty of lady parts in his day ... haven’t you, Mr Enderby?”

“A few,” said Mr Enderby, licking his lips in anticipation.

Rose, looking down at the floor, lowered her hands to her sides. She had not been expecting this outing to take such a turn, and she was wondering what Julie had in mind. Whatever it was, she was determined to play along.

“Ah, that’s a sight for sore eyes!” sighed Mr Enderby happily. “Thank you, Rose!”

“Her breasts are lovely, too,” said Julie. “Why don’t you slip off that jumper, dear?”

Rose bit her lip. Then she hoisted her jumper up and over her head, and then placed it on a chair.

“Goodness me!” exclaimed the old man in delight. He was in his eighties, Rose guessed – possibly even ninety. “Ohhh ... what a lovely pair. Can I have a bit of a feel?”

“Sure!” said Julie. “Go on Rose – let him give them a little squeeze.”

Rose hesitantly approached the old man’s bed, and shuddered as he clasped his bony old hands around them. He made Neville seem positively youthful. But he was gentle enough as he kneaded them lovingly, his eyes watering in happiness.

“Why don’t you climb on the bed, dear,” Julie suggested, “and straddle him, so he doesn’t have to twist his upper body like that?”

Rose kicked off her shoes, then she obediently climbed up on to the old man’s bed, throwing her left leg across his lap. He was wearing dark blue pyjamas, and he was lying on top of the bedclothes, rather than underneath them.

“Are you enjoying yourself there, Mr Enderby?” Julie inquired.

“I’m in heaven!” he replied tearfully, as he played with Rose’s breasts.

“Move in a bit closer, Rose,” said Julie. “Maybe he’d like to have a bit of a suck on your nipples.”

“I would!” Mr Enderby gasped.

Rose shuffled forwards, until she was practically sitting on his crotch. She could feel his erection through the thin material of his pyjamas. She knelt up and leaned forward, bringing her breasts within range of his mouth. He fastened his lips on to her left nipple, and began to suck.

“You’re not going to have a heart attack from all of this exertion, are you?” Rose asked him, only half-joking.

“If I do,” he replied, lifting his lips off her nipple, “I’ll die a happy man!” He slipped his hand between her legs, and brought it upward until his hand was cupping her pussy.

“That’s it, Mr Enderby,” said Julie encouragingly. “Give Rose’s pussy a good feel. And stick a finger or two inside her; she likes that.”

The old man did not hesitate; Rose felt one of his knobbly fingers worm its way into her vagina. Giving herself up to this experience, she began grinding her pussy against his hand, while he noisily slurped on her nipple.

Julie, meanwhile, had found a jar of Vaseline on a nearby shelf. She opened it up and scooped out some of the petroleum jelly, then she reached into Mr Enderby’s pyjama bottoms, and freed his erect penis. She slowly and thoroughly worked her right hand up and down his rigid shaft, lubricating it from base to tip. Then she put her left hand on Rose’s right shoulder, and started pulling the young woman’s torso downward. As Rose’s pussy sank closer and closer toward the old man’s pelvis, Julie carefully guided the tip of his penis towards Rose’s vaginal opening.

As soon as Julie had asked her to straddle Mr Enderby, Rose had of course guessed how this scenario was likely to end, and she had quickly resigned herself to it. Nevertheless, she affected a gasp of shock as she felt herself slowly being impaled on the elderly erection beneath her, forced down on to it by the steady pressure from Julie’s hand.

“Ohhh ... this is so wonderful!” Mr Enderby whispered, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

With no further need of instruction or encouragement, Rose began to ease herself up and down, so that his slippery cock slid smoothly in and out of her vagina. She had no idea how long he was likely to last; she just hoped it would not be long. She was fairly sure that this must be against the rules of the nursing home, and she was nervous that a member of staff would walk in and discover them.

Soon enough, fortunately, the old man groaned and stiffened, as his semen dribbled out of the end of his cock and into Rose’s vagina. “Thank you!” he gasped. “Thank you!”

“All right, Rose,” said Julie, looking uncomfortable. “Let’s get you dressed and continue on our round. Happy Christmas, Mr Enderby ... here’s a little present for you. Just some chocolate truffles I made.”

“Thank you again!” said Mr Enderby.

“And please,” added Julie, “could you keep this a secret?”

“Oh, yes of course,” he replied, nodding sagely. “My lips are sealed.”

Outside, in the hallway, Julie put her head in her hands. “Oh dear, what have I done? I’m so sorry, Rose...”

“What for?” Rose asked. “I was surprised it went that far, but I don’t mind. You did what you do: you made a lonely old man happy.”

“But I used you ... I pimped you!” said Julie unhappily.

Rose took hold of Julie’s hands. “Mum – you did nothing of the sort. You followed your instincts as to what I needed, and what Mr Enderby needed. Those things happened to coincide. You made him extremely happy, and I got the erotic adventure that I apparently crave. You were perfect.”

Julie smiled a fretful smile. “Thank you, Rose – I’m glad you feel that way. But I think perhaps we shouldn’t do that again...”

“Whatever you think best,” said Rose. “I’m yours to command.”

Julie chuckled. “Well in that case I ‘command’ you to go and put your panties back on, before someone sees you like that.”

Rose did so, and they continued to the room of Mrs Partridge, who was too blind to see Rose’s outfit, but commented at great length on the smell. After that they saw two other women, followed by a man, Mr Braithwaite, who was delighted to see Rose, and did not mind her poo at all.

“I’ve never seen so much poo come out of one person!” he marvelled, after Rose had turned around to show him her bulge. “How fascinating!”

“Would you like to take a closer look?” asked Julie. “I could have Rose hop up on the bed if you like.”

“Oh, really?” said Mr Braithwaite in surprise. He was a younger man than Mr Enderby – barely out of his seventies – but he was pretty much bedridden thanks to a severe spinal condition. “Why certainly – if you can manage to avoid getting poo on the bed.”

Julie found a towel, and spread it out on the bed. “If you could budge over a bit, Mr Braithwaite,” she said, “Rose can lie down just there.” She patted the near side of his bed.

With some effort, the old man managed to scoot over a foot or so, until he had made room for Rose, who climbed up and carefully lay down on her back, with her bottom level with his stomach, and her head next to his left shin. Her poo-bulge, resting on the towel in front of her bottom, formed a large mound that was only partially covered by her panties. She raised her knees up and spread her thighs apart.

“Take a good look,” said Julie. “You can pull her panties aside if you want to see better.”

“Really?” said Mr Braithwaite, his eyes wide.

“Sure, go ahead,” said Rose, with a shiver of anticipation.

The old man hooked a finger underneath the seam of her panties, on the inside of the left leg hole, and slowly tugged the material to one side, completely exposing her pussy as well as a lot more of her poo.

“Well that’s a pretty sight!” he breathed.

“You can touch her pussy if you like,” said Julie conversationally. “She’s very amenable that way.”

Hesitantly, Mr Braithwaite laid his fingers on Rose’s labia. “Oh my!” he gasped. “Are you sure this is all right, Rose?”

“Absolutely,” said Rose. “Have fun; I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this.”

“It has!” said Mr Braithwaite. “But I can’t help wondering why. Are you a prostitute?”

“No!” said Rose indignantly. “I’m just ... like Julie said ... amenable.”

“I apologise if I offended you,” said the old man. “This doesn’t happen to me a lot, as you might imagine.”

“It’s quite all right,” said Rose.

“Stick your finger in, and have a good feel,” said Julie. “She likes that – don’t you, Rose, dear?”

“It’s not bad,” Rose confessed.

Julie walked around to the other side of the bed. “Do you mind if I give Mr Braithwaite a blowjob, Rose?” she asked. “I don’t want to steal your thunder. And if it’s all right with you of course, Mr Braithwaite.”

“It’s all right with me!” said Mr Braithwaite, as he gently pushed his finger as deep into Rose’s vagina as it would go.

“Fine with me!” said Rose, rather astonished that Julie was willing to join in.

“Very well then,” said Julie, taking the old man’s erection out of his pyjamas. She bent her head down, took the end of his cock in her mouth, and began sucking.

“Have I died already, and gone to heaven?” Mr Braithwaite wondered aloud.

“Nope!” said Rose. “I’d hope you’d be a little less bedridden in heaven.”

Julie snorted with laughter on to Mr Braithwaite’s cock, then she hastily apologised, and resumed sucking. It was not long before she suddenly pulled away, looking a little dismayed with her lips pursed, and grabbed for a tissue from the box beside the bed. She put it to her mouth, spat discreetly, and then dropped the tissue in the bin.

“I hope you can keep this a secret, Mr Braithwaite,” she said matter-of-factly. “I don’t think I’d be allowed back here if the staff found out.”

“I never was one to kiss and tell,” said the old man. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m just truly, utterly grateful.” He pulled his finger out of Rose’s vagina, and replaced her panties.

Outside his room, Rose whispered, “Mum! I can’t believe you did that! What would Jeremy say?”

“I’ve come to realise that Jeremy might not be so different from Raymond in that regard,” said Julie with a wry smile. “And I thought it wasn’t really fair for me to expect you to do all of the old-man pleasuring yourself. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, not at all,” said Rose. “I’m just ... surprised. So, who’s next?”

But as it turned out, there were to be no more sexual adventures. The other residents, except for a couple of women, were all in the large common room, watching television or chatting with each other. They were all astonished to see Rose’s bulging panties, and some of them were not very happy about the sight and smell, but since boxes of truffles were being handed out, nobody strongly objected.

And then the visit was over. Rose giggled as she and Julie returned to the car. “Well that was fun!” she said. “I do hope you don’t get into any trouble.”

“So do I,” said Julie fervently. “All right, let’s get back home.”

In the car, Julie was very quiet, and Rose was fairly sure she knew why. “I’ve ... I’ve kind of ruined things, haven’t I?” she said glumly. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. It’s all just ... sort of ... happened...”

“Things have changed in our household, certainly,” said Julie. “But don’t you go blaming yourself, Rose. If Neville weren’t the gropey old bugger that he is, none of this would have happened. If Raymond didn’t get a perverse thrill out of seeing you groped, none of it would have happened. If Jeremy and I hadn’t been so permissive, none of it would have happened. And I dare say that if you hadn’t done a poo in your panties, none of it would have happened. The whole chain of events is a confluence of complementary factors, Rose; there’s plenty of blame to do around. But why blame at all? Do you see anyone complaining about how things have turned out?”

“No,” Rose admitted, “although I wouldn’t blame you if you were unhappy at the disruption to your lifestyle.”

“Well I’m not,” said Julie. “I’ve acquired a wonderful, beautiful daughter – and as you can imagine, having three sons, I’ve spent much of my adult life yearning for a daughter – and frankly, Rose, this whole erotic adventure of yours, which I seem to have become swept up in ... it’s the most excitement I’ve had in years. Last night Jeremy and I had the best sex we’ve had since ... oh I don’t know when. And I just gave a man who wasn’t my husband a blowjob, and I’m pretty sure Jeremy won’t just forgive me for it, but will actually be excited by the news. It might even lead to some more great sex. So perhaps we should both try not to be too hard on ourselves, until there’s a sign that somebody is unhappy with the situation.”

“Wow,” said Rose, a little stunned. “Um ... okay then.” She paused for a moment, then said, “So ... what’s next?”

“I don’t know!” said Julie cheerfully. “Lunch first, I suppose. Then we’ll see where we go from there.”

“Okay,” said Rose, nodding. “Um ... when we get home, should I stay in this outfit? Or...”

Julie smiled. “No, dear,” she said. “You should take it all off. While we’re at home I think you should be naked at all times, unless I tell you to put something on.”

“Yes Mum,” said Rose obediently.

“Your sexual activities this afternoon will of course be constrained by Gran’s presence,” Julie mused. “But this evening, after she goes upstairs for her bath, I’d like you to have sex with Robbie again. Raymond didn’t seem to mind, and Robbie would love it, of course.”

“As you wish,” said Rose.

“You’ll be having sex with Neville too, obviously,” Julie continued. “And ... you know what ... I think you should have sex with Jeremy too.”

Rose gasped. “Seriously?”

Julie nodded. “He won’t admit it, but he’d be overjoyed to have sex with you. And I’d like to give him that experience, as a late Christmas present.”

Rose was astonished. “But ... won’t you be heartbroken to have him ... cheat on you?”

“It’s not cheating if I permit it, dear,” said Julie. “And it’s probably only fair. I’m pretty sure that after you go back to Truro, I’ll start having regular sex with Neville.”

“Oh my goodness!” Rose exclaimed. “Really?”

“Yes, I think it’s very likely,” said Julie carelessly. “He’s been trying to get into my panties for years; I think it’s time I let him.”

“Gosh!” said Rose, feeling rather shocked.

“Tonight you’ll sleep with Neville, of course,” Julie continued. “Tomorrow evening, since he does have a home of his own to go to, and is badly in need of a change of clothing ... perhaps you could go and spend a night at his place. He’ll probably invite a couple of his friends over to meet you ... but you can handle that, can’t you dear?”

Rose gulped. “Yes, of course,” she said.

“Good girl,” said Julie. “Thursday night ... maybe you could sleep with Robbie. I’m sure he’d love that.”

“I’m sure he would,” Rose agreed. “So I guess my nights are planned out. What about during the day?”

“Tomorrow we’ll go shopping,” said Julie. “I’m not quite sure where we’ll be able to shop without getting into trouble, since I intend for you to leave your poo-filled panties uncovered, but I’ll figure something out.”

“Okay,” said Rose.

“And of course,” Julie added, “I expect you to keep adding to that mountain of poo in your panties. We may have to find you a larger pair, to hold it all. Larger ... and sheer, I think. Let’s show off your poo as much as possible ... not to mention that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Yes Mum,” said Rose. And she smiled.

********************

Rose had been driving for hours, with Neville snoring in the passenger seat beside her. Finally, however, he awoke and rubbed his eyes. “Where are we?” he inquired.

“The A30, just west of Exeter,” said Rose.

“Oh!” said Neville. “Not far to go, then.”

“About an hour and a half,” said Rose. “Do you want to take over?”

“Are you getting tired?” Neville asked.

“Not particularly,” said Rose.

“Then I’ll let you keep driving,” said Neville. He reached over and tucked his hand between her legs. “Are you sure Raymond’s willing to give up t’ master bed so you and I can sleep together?”

“It’s only for one night,” said Rose. “And you know he’ll get a kick out of doing so.”

“I’m going to fuck you in front of ‘im, you know,” said Neville, grinning as he stroked Rose’s clitoris.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Rose remarked.

Neville said nothing for a moment, then he grunted with discomfort. “I need to take a dump,” he said.

Rose shuddered, and bit her lip. “In my mouth again...?” she asked nervously.

“Nah, I’ll do it in your vagina this time,” said Neville.

“Okay,” said Rose, relieved. According to the rules Neville had devised, she was not allowed to object to or refuse anything sexual that he asked her to do, or that he wanted to do to her ... but the taste of his poo had been pretty much the worst part of her overnight stay at his house. Fortunately his friends had chosen merely to empty their bowels all over her naked pussy, while Neville held her legs open.

“I can wait until we get to your house, though,” said Neville.

“You know Raymond won’t want to see that, right?” Rose cautioned him.

“I know,” Neville acknowledged. “‘E doesn’t ‘ave to watch.”

Rose nodded. A few moments later, she said, “So, I’m curious to know ... how was your night with Julie?”

Neville chuckled. “Everything I ‘oped it would be,” he said. “My favourite part was when Jeremy lowered ‘er on to me todger.”

“Oh!” said Rose in surprise. “He did that? Really?”

“‘E’s a strong lad,” said Neville, “though I think ‘is back’s feeling it this morning.”

“Did you ... film it?” Rose inquired.

“Yup,” Neville confirmed. “And t’ photos and video are already up on t’ new website.”

“Wow!” said Rose. “Julie’s really getting into the whole exhibitionism thing, isn’t she?”

“She ‘as,” Neville agreed. “And not just wi’ explicit photos on an obscure website. She likes wearing those new skirts t’ two of you bought for ‘er on Wednesday. She said she wanted to wear summat sexy to church on Sunday. I told ‘er to go shopping again today and buy a dress that’s even shorter than ‘er new skirts. I told ‘er to make me proud. I’ve a feeling she will.”

“I’m sure she will,” said Rose. “The question is: when you lift up the back of her dress at the altar rail on Sunday, exposing her panties ... will she stop you?”

“That is a good question,” said Neville. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out!” He chuckled.

Rose smirked. Then she glanced down at her phone, which had just lit up and started buzzing. She picked it up, and saw that it was her sister calling her. She tapped to answer, and held the phone to her ear.

“Hi Geri!” she said. “How’s things?”

“Getting interesting!” said Geri. “I’m about to catch a train to York.”

“You are?” said Rose excitedly. “Oh I’m so glad! So you and Robbie are hitting it off?”

“We are,” said Geri. “I know he’s only young, but he’s really nice, and he seems quite mature for his age. And he thinks I’m pretty, which helps.”

“I assume you’ve seen his photo...?”

“More than that; we Skyped this morning,” said Geri. “I know he’s spotty right now, but that won’t last forever, and he has a nice face otherwise. Anyway, Jeremy will be picking me up when I get into York at five-forty, and I’m guessing Robbie will be with him ... it’s so exciting!”

“Wow – I’m so happy for you!” Rose said. “But I feel so awful now about sleeping with him last night. If I’d known...”

“Relax, Rose – it’s okay,” said Geri. “He and I weren’t a couple last night. Technically we’re still not ... but I have high hopes that’ll soon change! Oh – here’s my train.”

“Okay – I should let you go then,” said Rose.

“No need – it hasn’t stopped yet, and I can talk as I board. So ... just to recap ... you had sex with Robbie ... twice?”

“Um ... five times actually,” Rose confessed sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Five times?? Fucking hell, Rose!”

“Sorry!! Three of them were last night – he really wanted to make the most of our night together.”

“I’m sure he did,” said Geri ruefully. “It’s fine. Five times will take some beating, though, in the two days I’m there.”

“Goodness!” Rose exclaimed. “You’re planning to just leap into bed with him?”

“Yeah, pretty much!” said Geri, with a little giggle. “From everything you’ve told me, his parents will be fine with it ... and thanks to you, I’m sure he’ll be expecting it.”

“You said two days – you’re only staying until Sunday?” asked Rose in surprise.

“I promised Mum I’d see in the New Year with her,” said Geri. “She may be a bitter old cow, but she’s still my mum, you know?”

Rose sighed. “Is she at least happy for you?”

Geri snorted. “She thinks Robbie will take one look at me and turn his nose up,” she said.

“She actually said that?” Rose gasped.

“Pretty much. I’m glad she did, though, because it made me paranoid enough that I let Robbie talk me into getting naked for him on Skype.”

“You did??”

“Yup. And he said he loves my body. He said I’m not fat at all, just curvaceous, and he loves curves. He even said he prefers my body to yours, though I’m sure he was just being nice.”

Rose chuckled. “Must be a breast man,” she said. “Well good for you – I’m very happy for you. Listen though: Neville will be back tomorrow, and you know what he’s like, so be warned.”

“Don’t worry,” said Geri. “I’ve no intention of entertaining the whole family, like you’ve been doing.”

Rose blushed. “It’s a fair cop,” she said. “It’s been a bizarre week ... but honestly, the most amazing and exciting week of my life.”

“I can’t believe you had a threesome with Raymond’s mum and dad!”

“Oh hush,” said Rose. “It wasn’t really a threesome. Julie just ... helped a bit.”

“By oiling up your naked body, and finger-fucking you, and guiding her husband’s cock into you! That’s a lot of helping!”

Rose blushed. “I probably shouldn’t have given you so much detail,” she said.

“Relax, I’m not judging,” said Geri. “I’m kind of fascinated to see this whole family that you’ve fallen in love with. I’m looking forward to meeting Julie, especially.”

Rose sighed. “She’s wonderful, she really is. If she’d asked me to go to bed with her, I’d have said yes in a heartbeat, even though I don’t have a lesbian bone in my body.”

“I ... oh....” The sound of Geri’s voice became muffled, and then cut out entirely as the call dropped.

“Oh dear – I lost her,” said Rose.

“Maybe a tunnel?” Neville suggested.

“Possibly,” said Rose. “But look – Neville – you be nice to Geri, all right? She’s just a teenager.”

“I can’t promise not to grope ‘er,” Neville replied with a dirty grin.

“You can, if you really really try!” said Rose.

“I’m not inclined to, though,” said Neville. “Look, your sister’s a big girl; I’m sure she can take care of ‘erself. And if she can’t ... Julie will.”

“Julie didn’t manage to keep you off me, though, did she?” Rose grumbled.

“Would you change anything that ‘appened this week, if you could?” Neville inquired.

“No,” Rose admitted, “although having you do a poo in my mouth while your friends rubbed their poo on my pussy and stuffed it inside me ... I could happily have done without that.”

“Liar,” said Neville with a smirk. “You loved it.”

“I didn’t love the taste!” Rose insisted. “Okay, the rubbing and the stuffing did feel good, in a wild and totally outrageous way, and maybe I did get a nice orgasm out of it. But my mouth, Neville!”

“All right, all right,” said Neville, grudgingly. “No more poo in t’ mouth. I’ve got it.”

“Thank you,” said Rose gratefully. “Anyway, otherwise, you’re right – I don’t think I’d change anything about this week. I truly have had the best time.”

The last hour of the journey flew by, as they chatted about their adventure-filled week and future plans. When Rose finally pulled into the driveway of the semi-detached house she and Raymond had bought together, it was fortunately getting quite dark. She got out of the car, looking around nervously for nosey neighbours. Then the front door opened, and light streamed out.

“Hi!” said Raymond, stepping outside. “Good grief – you drove here naked??”

“Yeah,” said Rose, “and Neville had his finger in me for most of the last hour.”

Raymond laughed. “Well, a leopard can’t change his spots, eh Neville?”

“Very true,” Neville agreed, as he closed the passenger door. He opened the back door, and pulled out Rose’s bag.

Rose opened the back door on the other side, and carefully lifted out her newest pair of panties. They were white, sheer, and cut in a ‘classic brief’ style, which meant they were quite capacious ... but even so, they were struggling to contain the now-enormous lump of poo that Rose had built up over the past few days.

She sighed as she carried them inside. “Well I suppose this is the end of the road for my life-changing poo accident,” she said. “What do you want me to do with it, Raymond?”

“Well you’ve missed today’s bin collection,” said Raymond, following her in. You might as well hang on to it until next Friday, at this point.”

She turned, and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Sure!” he said generously. “After all, I’m sure you’ll be wanting to go out tomorrow and flash them around town.”

Rose gulped. It was one thing to show off her poo-filled panties in rural Yorkshire, to people she was unlikely to meet on a regular basis; it was quite another to show them off around her own home town.

“That sounds like fun!” said Neville, grinning.

“I bought you some new dresses,” said Raymond, “just for that purpose, in fact. Wait here. And pop your panties on.” He bounded up the stairs.”

“New dresses?” said Rose, bemused. She carefully stepped into her heavily laden and over-stretched panties, and pulled them up until her freshest poo squished against her pussy and bottom. Fortunately the waistband of these panties was strong enough – just – to hold the garment in place despite the weight of poo.

Raymond returned with an armful of pale blue clothing. “I found this shop,” he said, looking excited, “where they were willing to shorten any dress I bought to whatever length I wanted. So I bought four identical dresses, and had them shorten them to different lengths. Here – try this one on.”

“I do like the colour,” Rose said, taking it warily. She opened it out; it was a long-sleeved winter dress, woollen but very close-knit, with a high neckline. “It’s nice!” she conceded. She pulled it over her head, and thrust her arms into its sleeves. Tugging it down, she noted that it came almost halfway down her thighs. “This is the longest one, I assume?”

Raymond laughed. “Yup,” he said.

“Can you see my panties at the back?” she asked Neville.

He squatted down. “Only just,” he reported. “If you ‘ad any less poo in them, they wouldn’t show at all.”

She pulled it off, and tried the next one on. “Goodness!” she said. “This one’s very short!”

It’s hem was level with her crotch; perhaps even higher. Even if her panties were empty and fitting snugly against her bottom and pussy, they would be easily visible from the back, and probably from the front, too. “I love this one!” Neville exclaimed.

“Me too!” said Raymond, grinning.

“I’m not wearing it with poo-filled panties, though!” said Rose. “Not around here, anyway.” She took off the dress, and tried on another one.

This turned out to be rather longer than the previous one, though shorter than the first. “Ooh yes!” said Neville delightedly, looking at her bulging panties hanging down at least two inches below the hem of the dress at the back. “That’s a good look, that is!”

“All right,” said Rose warily, as she reached back to feel where her dress came down to. “I might be persuaded to go out in this one.”

She then tried on the fourth dress. This one was shorter than the third, but not as short as the second. It was long enough to cover her bottom, though not by much, and it exposed a considerable expanse of her poo-bulge. “I love it!” said Neville.

“Me too,” said Raymond. “I think you should keep it on for the rest of the evening.”

“Okay,” said Rose with a shrug. She had been expecting to be required to get naked again.

“Promise?” asked Raymond.

Rose looked at him quizzically. “Sure,” she said.

“Great!” said Raymond. “Well, I haven’t made any dinner, so how about we go out to eat?”

“Oh no,” said Rose, her eyes widening.

“Capital idea!” said Neville. “Rose, I assume you won’t refuse...?”

Rose shivered. “No, of course not,” she said. “But I can’t sit down in the car; there’s just too much poo. I left the support cushion behind, but my poo’s been too big for it since Wednesday anyway.”

“Can you just squat on the passenger seat?” asked Raymond. “Or kneel?”

“Probably,” Rose conceded, “but it might be better if I’m in the back seat.”

“I’ll take t’ passenger seat then,” said Neville.

“Okay then,” said Raymond, nodding. “Good.”

“Now take off those panties a minute, Rose,” said Neville, “and lie down, so I can do a poo in your vagina.”

“Ugh!” said Raymond. “Aren’t you going to want to fuck her later?”

“Yes,” said Neville, “but I’ll take ‘er up t’ backside so she doesn’t ‘ave to remove me poo.”

“Okay,” said Raymond in disgust. “Well I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be upstairs when you’re ready to go.”

Rose spread out a towel on the living room floor, while Neville took off his shoes, trousers, and underwear. Then Rose took off her panties, and she and Neville got into position, their legs scissored together, with Neville’s anus pressed against Rose’s vaginal opening. After a moment of grunting, Neville began pushing out a thick turd, and Rose shivered as she felt it sliding inside her.

Once it had bottomed out, Neville broke it off, then he got up on to his hands and knees, and pushed out another, longer turd, which he carefully guided so that it became draped over Rose’s pussy. Then he turned around, spread his hand over the turd, and pressed his palm and fingers into it, squishing it against Rose’s pussy. She shivered as she felt the disgusting muck ooze between her labia.

Neville squished and kneaded until his poo was thickly caked all around Rose’s pussy. Then he helped her to her feet, and she put her panties back on. Taking her in his arms, he planted his lips to hers, and kissed her, his tongue prying her mouth open and then probing inside, licking and drooling over her tongue.

When he finally broke off from the kiss, he grinned at her. “Someday,” he said, “I’m going to cover you from ‘ead to toe in poo. Mine, yours ... plus that of anyone else we can get to shit on you.”

“You’ll have to wait a while,” said Rose, shivering a little. “I don’t know when we’ll next be back in Yorkshire. Whatever are you going to do in the meantime without me, Neville? You’re going to miss my bulging panties, I suspect.”

“I’ll try and get Julie to start filling ‘ers,” said Neville, wiping his bottom with a tissue. “I think she will, wi’ a bit of coaxing. She certainly ‘asn’t minded t’ smell too much, ‘as she?”

“Good luck with that,” said Rose, with a chuckle. She sighed, walked out into the hall, fetched a pair of shoes from her bag, and put them on. “We’re ready to go!” she called up to Raymond.

Raymond came trotting down the stairs, then he coughed and held his nose. “Good grief,” he muttered. “That’s quite some smell.”

“Sorry,” said Neville with a grin, as he emerged from the living room, zipping up his trousers. “I smeared my poo all over Rose’s pussy.”

“Good thing you’re sleeping with her tonight instead of me, then!” said Raymond. “All right, let’s get out of here.”

Rose hesitated. “You know,” she said, “if I’m going to be showing this much of my messy panties, I might as well go the whole hog.” She took off her dress, and picked up the shortest one. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I would,” said Neville, nodding.

“Absolutely!” Raymond concurred. “Jesus, those panties really are see-through, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” said Rose, blushing. She pulled the dress on, and tugged it down as far as it would go. When she released it, it popped back up to approximately crotch level. It would probably get even shorter after a nice hot wash and tumble-dry, she reflected idly.

As they went outside, Neville said, “So where are we going?”

“The food court at the shopping centre,” said Raymond. “I’ve got it all figured out. We’ll explain that Rose had an accident – which is true – and the security staff refused to let her dump it out in the toilets there because they were afraid she’d cause a flood. That’s not true, obviously, but it’s plausible, and we might even manage to contrive to make it true. We’ll say we just want to pick up some food and then get out of there. Assuming we get through that without getting kicked out, we’ll see what other stunts we can pull off. The aim of the game will be to have Rose seen by as many people as possible, and remain in the shopping centre for as long as possible, before we’re forced to leave.”

“A worthy challenge!” said Neville. “Sounds like a lot of fun. Do you want to take my car, seeing as I’m blocking you in?”

“Yes, please,” said Raymond, relieved that his own car would not have to host the stench of all of the poo in Rose’s panties.

Neville unlocked his car, and they all climbed in. As they set off, Rose wondered how her life had become so wild, so ridiculous, so sex-filled and poo-filled. She wondered where this rollercoaster would lead to next, and what sort of wedding and honeymoon she could expect to have in a little over four months’ time. Both, she was fairly sure, would be outrageously erotic adventures.

Smiling to herself as she knelt on the back seat of Neville’s car, clutching the head-rest in front of her, she strained, and slowly pushed out a long thick rope of fresh poo into her overloaded panties...


THE END


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