a package Auntie sent for

I meet the handsome young deliveryman just a few steps outside the door of what was Auntie Sophie's country cottage. He smiles and nods to me as I take the electronic signature board from him and write 'Lucy Matthews' in the rectangle provided.

When I finish, we trade his data pad for my plain brown parcel. After assuring him I can handle the good-sized box, I stand in the drive and watch as he pulls the delivery vehicle away. I wonder if he noticed that the crotch of my sports knickers are slotted between my juicing pussylips.

I look absently at the white label and see it is addressed to Aunt Sophie. She must have ordered this before the recent turn of events.

I turn to re-enter the house, now that there is noone to see my saucily bared buttocks. My navy briefs are still pulled into the cleavage of my arse cheeks as well.

I reach my bedroom, my chest heaving from the exertion of carrying the awkward parcel up the narrow staircase of the cottage. I see my cousin Anastacia has signed off of the cam website, as the screen sits dark. My naughty cousin, meanwhile, has made herself comfortable on my bed. She is leaning back, propped up on her elbows, when I re-enter the room. Her denim miniskirt is hiked up so I can easily see her bared pussy, the sparse hair all wet and matted.

"What you got there, Luce?" she asks, making no considerable effort to help me with the box as I try to make my way over to the bed to set it down.

I manage to make it to the bed, and plop the light, but awkward, box down on the bedspread.

"I dunno," I answer her. "But it is addressed to your mom," I tell her as she turns onto her hands and knees on the bed's mattress.

"Really?" she asks, the redhead's inquisitive eyes lighting up. "Let's see what it is!"

She helps me pull the packing tape from the box flaps and spread wide the folded over flaps. As we move the packing material out of the way, we both exclaim, in unison, "Ohmigod!"