This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. All characters are over 18. This Chapter follows on from Wendy 03.
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Uncle Andy continued: "And when we're all fresh and clean we can go out for Sunday lunch - would you both like that?"
We looked at each other, then both said: "Yes, please!" at the same time, so we giggled. I got up off the sofa, when to my slight surprise Uncle Andy just pulled me towards his body with his hands around my waist, under the cardie. "That was fabulous, Wendy!" he smiled, and kissed me on the lips, letting his tongue wander over the outside of my lips too, as if he was licking me clean. How kind of him!
Then I went up for my shower, glancing back to see the two of them sitting naked side by side on the sofa, starting to chat with each other. I shouted down to Aunt Maude when I'd finished showering, then went to my room where I think I must have dozed off...
Anyway, I awoke with Aunt Maude gently pulling at my shoulder.
"Wake up, dear -- we'll be late for lunch!"
I looked up and saw her smiling down at me. She'd obviously showered and got changed into her Sunday-best twinset, in a pale green colour. She looked so smart in it -- especially with her pearl necklace -- so I realised I'd better get up too, and put on some pretty clothes.
I sat up in bed, and rubbed my eyes, as Auntie looked down on my naked body.
"As we're in a bit of a rush, why don't you just pull on a sweater or a cardie and a skirt, and we can go out like that?" she asked.
"What, you mean no bra and panties?" I asked, amazed.
"Well your breasts are so young and firm you don't really need a bra, do you? And I often wear no panties, especially when I've been a bit excited, as I think it's nice for the breeze to cool you off!"
"Well OK, if you say so Auntie" I smiled, standing up off the bed and going to the clothes cupboard.
I pulled out the little white round-neck cardie that looked quite smart, then found the matching wool skirt from the next drawer down. It wasn't really a matching skirt, but was the same shade of white even if it was made in a heavier ribbed wool. It had a stretchy elastic waistband, so I'd soon slipped it on, and pulled the cardigan on too. It was nice the way Auntie watched me dressing, with a little smile on her face.
"Only a few ticks to button myself up, then I'll be ready, Auntie!" I beamed.
"And very pretty you look too," she smiled, "especially knowing that your lovely body is only hidden by a thin covering of soft wool!"
I quickly pulled on my light brown shoes, brushed my hair and dabbed on some perfume as Auntie held the door open for me and I followed her down the stairs to meet Uncle Andrew, dressed in an open-neck check shirt and dark trousers. It was so funny to be all dressed up again.
So we went out, and the pub was still serving lunch, so we all had roast beef dinners. Uncle bought a bottle of red wine, so we all drank a little too.
I just felt so grown up to be out sharing lunch with Aunt and Uncle, all of us dressed in our Sunday best, knowing that we'd spent the first part of the day almost naked, enjoying all sorts of new pleasures. I could still taste a little of Uncle's cum in my mouth, at least until the roast beef came along.
We caught each other's eyes at different times during the meal, and each of us smiled in turn at our special pleasures, although we only talked about the normal things like the weather. At one time a tiny piece of roast potato somehow dropped off my fork as I was about to put it in my mouth.
I noticed it as it clung to my cardie, just above my right breast. I tried to flick it off without creating a scene, but somehow it wouldn't go, and as I flicked it I knew my breast was wobbling, as Uncle and Auntie had stopped eating to watch.
"Can I help, dear?" asked Auntie, moving her hand towards me. Just as she reached my cardie the fleck of potato fell off onto the floor, leaving Auntie with her hand gently stroking my breast.
"Thanks!" I said, "It was just a little bit that dropped off the potato, but it's gone now -- and I think there's no mess or anything on my cardie."
"No, it looks quite perfect to me!" smiled Uncle Andrew, who'd been watching me closely when I brushed my hand over my breast.
Later on, after both Uncle and Aunt had eaten pudding too (I just was full at that point), we had coffee and gently relaxed.
"I've just remembered, you'll have to be in bed early tonight, won't you dear?" said Auntie Maude, sipping her coffee, "As it's your first day of college tomorrow."
"Well I don't need to get up too early," I replied, "as my first registration isn't until ten o'clock. Mind you, I'm not quite sure where it is, so I need to leave by nine I suppose."
