There he is, Mel thought, smiling. She ran down to the great hall. Her aunt, Lady Cheryl, was standing before the door. ‘‘Lord Robert has arrived,’’ Lady Cheryl said in her clear, beautiful voice. ‘‘Good,’’ Mel replied. Her aunt frowned; she hated Mel’s American accent and thick way of speaking. Lady Cheryl had asked herself, every single day of that summer which was soon to end, why she had agreed to receive Mel. The girl was a brat! of course, she wanted to see new things, because she was young and curious, but Cheryl felt like her antique furniture wouldn’t last, because Mel was rather active.
As Mel’s small hands wrapped themselves around the doorknob when Lord Robert knocked, she felt a slap on her behind. ‘‘A lady doesn’t open doors,’’ Lady Cheryl hissed. She called their foreign slave, Elisa, and asked her to open the door, which she did. a tall, handsome man with childlike facial features and a manly body, his blonde, curly hair covered by a large hat, walked in. Mel felt the same feeling she always felt when she saw her cousin. a beautiful, warm feeling.
The young man had dinner with his mother, Lady Cheryl, and Mel, and then retired to his bedroom for the night, as the journey had been long, a few minutes before Elisa arrived with tea. Both Mel and her aunt drank a cup and chatted. Suddenly, they heard… waterfalls… ‘‘My son is showering,’’ Lady Cheryl, with a girly smile. yes, Mel thought, he is… He’s naked right…
She excused herself and ran to the basement, where she crawled into the pipes that led to the shower and, wearing goggles and a nose pin, admired the man’s muscular body, soap dripping all over his toned stomach. Her view was quite blurry because of the drops of water that kept blinding her (the drain was on the floor of the shower, so she was looking up to him) so she didn’t quite realise he was masturbating. She did, however, feel drops of something… rather warm on her face.
The young girl had no idea that those drops were semen. one of the small sperms, a rather evil and bratty one, who seemed to take after his grandmother, Lady Cheryl, found his way into Mel’s mouth, then stomach, and a few days later, when she was using the bathroom, her urethra. as he was projected out of Mel’s vagina, he found a way to grab a long public hair and before she stood up, crawled back inside of her, where he found an egg. Mel was now pregnant… with her cousin’s child.
A few weeks later, Lord Robert left the mansion and Mel felt rather sad. so did Lady Cheryl. That’s when she decided to tell her aunt the truth. ‘‘Auntie,’’ She began. ‘‘I am pregnant… with… Lord Robert’s child.’’ Lady Cheryl slapped her across the face. ‘‘Have you molested my son?’’ She cried. Elisa walked in and asked the two ladies if they wanted some tea. ‘‘Don’t you get involved with this, Elisa,’’ Lady Cheryl hissed. ‘‘You are fired! Leave this house right now!’’ The foreign girl ran in tears. ‘‘That’s not how it happened,’’ Mel explained. ‘‘He took a shower and I looked at him and, well, I felt… Something warm on my lips and I read about pregnancy and think it might have been… Semen, auntie, semen.’’ ‘‘Semen in my shower!’’ Lady Cheryl screamed, grabbing Mel by her arm and bragging her into the bathroom. She opened the shower’s doors and entered it. She began sniffing the walls of the shower. ‘‘I can’t quite smell the semen, Mel!’’ She screamed. Suddenly, Lady Cheryl heard a noise… Mel had shut the door. Mel knew Lady Cheryl, being a lady lady, wouldn't dare to open a door! ‘‘Please open the door, Mel,’’ she begged. Mel sat on the counter and starred at her aunt through the glass doors. Cheryl died a few days later, still a prisoner of the shower.
That was a little weird…
Only a little bit warped. I feel sorry for Cheryl…
It sounds awful.
Under normal circumstances, I would attempt to critique it, but as it is April Fools' Day, I'm a bit weary of taking anything seriously.
Do you like this short story? 18+?
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