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Doontoon Abbey AUGUST 1904 Doontoon Abbey is an estate in North Yorkshire, the large and well- staffed country home of the Earl and Countess of Grantham. Robert Crawley is the Earl of Grantham and his American wife Cora is the Countess. They have three children: Mary, Edith and Cyrus. As our story opens Mary is 14 years old, Edith 12 and Cyrus 10. Cyrus Crawley was bored. He was always bored, which wasn't surprising because his only playmates were his older sisters who were as dull as dirt. At the moment he was in the large playroom with said sisters but they weren't playing with him. Mary practiced her needlepoint and Edith's big nose was stuck in a book. Boring! Cyrus snuck up behind his sister Mary and pulled her ponytail. "Oww!" Mary howled. Cyrus laughed, picked up a ball and hurled full force it at his other sister, Edith. It hit her in nose and knocked her down. She began to cry and that drew the maid O'Brien into the room. "What have you done now, you little monster?" O'Brien spat at Cyrus. The boy didn't wait around to be punished. He ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door, laughing all the way. "When I was a little girl," O'Brien told Mary and Edith as they dried their tears, "my family lived next to a dairy farm. The farmer's son was an unholy terror, so awful that Cyrus is a perfect angel in comparison. Well, the farmer's wife decided to feed her son cow hormones every day and the boy's behavior gradually improved. After a few months the he was a different person. He became as calm and nice as a boy can be." "How can we get some of these harmoons?" Mary asked. "'Hormones' Milady," O'Brien corrected. "I can get them from a farmer I know, but how will you put them into Cyrus' food?" "I'm always first to afternoon tea," Edith suggested. "I can put it in his tea cup before he arrives." "Splendid," O'Brien said. "I'll have the hormones in a week or so." JULY 1905 Lady Cora caught sight of young Cyrus getting into his bath. She looked, then looked again to be sure of what she saw. "Cyrus, is there something wrong with your chest?" she asked. Cyrus looked down at himself. "No, I feel fine mother." Lady Cora stepped closer and stared. "You look ... swollen." Cyrus shrugged. "It's always like that," he informed her. The doctor examined Cyrus the next day. "He's in fine health," the doctor reported to Lady Cora, "but his chest does appear to be developing with female secondary characteristics." Cora's jaw dropped. "Cyrus is growing breasts?" "It's probably just a phase he's going through," the doctor assured her. "Boys do not grow female breasts and I'm confident Cyrus won't be the first." Mary overheard the doctor and passed the information on to her sister Edith. "Putting cow hormones in Cyrus' tea is succeeding beyond our wildest dreams," she said. "Not only has he calmed down and stopped running amok through the house, he's now growing breasts!" "Like a girl?" Edith asked. "Of course like a girl. Do you understand what this means? If we continue to feed him hormones and he fully changes into a girl, then he can't inherit any more than we can!" Mary exclaimed. "Oh! That is good news," Edith smirked. "It would serve the little brat right. Why should he inherit and not us?" "Exactly," Mary agreed. "Double the dose of hormones in his daily tea. Let's find out how much we can change our dear brother." "I've always wanted a little sister," Edith laughed. SEPTEMBER 1912 "Oh, thank goodness," Cyrus said as his maid Gwen loosened and removed his corset. It was so tight that he had trouble breathing with it on. He inhaled deeply, which made his big round tits stand out. Cyrus' sister Edith laughed. "I warned you about eating too much dessert, Cybil. Keep stuffing yourself and you won't be able to get into your corset at all." "I can't help it if I like sweets," he answered. "I don't see why I have to wear a corset anyway. I'm a boy." "You're not a boy anymore," jeered Edith. "Not since you grew those obscenely large breasts." The eighteen-year-old boy looked down at his mountainous bosom and a smile bloomed on his plump lips. "I suppose not," he agreed. He weighed his tits in his hands and flicked his thumbs across his nipples. "Mmmm," he purred contentedly. Mary glared at her little brother. "We'll finish getting her ready for bed, Gwen. You can go now." "Are you sure, Miss?" Gwen asked. She didn't like the way Cyrus' sisters treated him. "I can stay and finish." "We'll do it, Gwen," Mary firmly stated, and the maid left the room. Mary turned to face her naked little brother who continued to play with his own nipples. Since Cyrus became mostly-a-girl, it wasn't unusual for the three siblings to be together in various states of undress. They were all used to it. Mary frowned. The cow hormones that she and Edith put in Cyrus' tea every day since he was ten years old certainly were effective. Over the last eight years they transformed him from a skinny boy into a voluptuous young woman. In fact Mary thought the hormones were too effective. Men stared at Cyrus with brazen lust, stealing attention away from her. And his big round tits weren't his only attractive features. He also had a tiny waist, perky round bum and sleek legs. Long silky brunette hair framed his face, which had features similar to Mary's own, although the boy's lips were fuller. The only thing about Cyrus that wasn't gorgeous was the tiny cock between his legs. Mary was considered pretty but she couldn't hold a candle to Cyrus. His saucy beauty put cross-eyed and flat-chested Mary to shame, and it fueled her hatred for the boy. Big-nosed Edith felt the same way, only more so. For his part, Cyrus was oblivious to the contempt and jealousy of his sisters. He looked up to his sisters his whole life and considered it a miracle that he grew up to be a girl like them. Or mostly a girl. His one remaining male part stood at attention now because of the enjoyment he got from playing with his nipples. His breathing was heavy and his skin flushed. "You're in quite a state this evening young lady," Mary scolded him. "I think we need to get out the ivory sticks. It's almost a week since we used them." A tingle ran up Cyrus' spine. "Ivory sticks" were what his sisters called their ivory strap-on dildos. "Maybe I don't want the sticks," Cyrus said, although he did. He most certainly did. His sisters ignored him. They stripped out of their dresses, fetched the strap-on dildos from the wardrobe and fastened them around their waists. Mary greased her ivory imitation cock, then moved behind her little brother. "Bend over," she ordered. Cyrus didn't have to be told twice. He bent over and presented his ass. As Mary nudged her greased dildo into his bum, Edith slipped her dildo into his mouth. Dominating Cyrus thrilled Mary. She forced the ivory dick in to the hilt, pulled back, then slammed it in again. Cyrus grunted around Edith's thick dildo that filled his mouth. Mary bent over him, reached around and grabbed his pendulous tits. She pinched his big nipples hard and her brother squealed. The sisters giggled. Mary slid a hand down to Cyrus' tiny hard dick and stroked it as she resumed her buggery of his bum. The boy was well trained by the many, many times they'd played this game. He always orgasmed when Mary and Edith worked him over with the ivory sticks. After a few minutes his body tensed and his wee little dick squirted thin streams of cum on the floor. "Such a dirty girl," Mary mocked him. "Actually enjoys a cock in her rear." "And in her mouth," Edith agreed and laughed. Their teasing didn't bother Cyrus. He was drunk on the afterglow of his orgasm. "I wonder what a real man's cock feels like up the arse?" he asked. "You'll never know," Edith replied with disdain. "Why not?!" Cyrus whined. "No man wants to have anything to do with a girly-boy like you," Edith ridiculed. "Oh, I don't know," Mary chimed in. "I can think of some that might. Thomas for one." "The footman? Eww," reacted Cyrus. "He gives me the creeps." "Beggars can't be choosers," Mary countered. Cyrus huffed, "You have no room to talk. Neither of you have suitors." "That may change when cousin Matthew arrrives tomorrow," Mary replied. "I hope he's handsome." Meanwhile in the attic, head housemaid Anna found Gwen crying in their room. "What's wrong then?" she asked. "They're doing it again," the red-haired Gwen sobbed. "They threw me out of his room and they're at him again with those nasty ivory cocks. I just know they are!" She, of course, knew what the "ivory sticks" were. She was the one who had to clean them. "'Her room' you mean," Anna corrected. "Cybil is a girl now, and you'll be in trouble if anyone else hears you call her a boy." Gwen wiped her eyes. "I know. It's just that I feel so sorry for Cybil. Those spiteful witches abuse her so." "Maybe it's not as bad as you think," Anna tried to comfort Gwen. "Does Cybil seem unhappy to you? She doesn't to me. Maybe she doesn't mind the things she does with Mary and Edith. Maybe she likes it." Gwen's eyes got big with wonder. "Do you really think so? I could never do it." "Nor I," admitted Anna, "but we're not Cybil. She's led a unique life to say the least, and it may have given her ... exotic tastes." Gwen hadn't considered that Cybil might enjoy her late-night sessions with the ivory dildos. Could it be true? "Thank you, Anna. I worry about Lady Cybil so. What kind of life will she have?" Anna looked Gwen in the eyes. "You love her, don't you?" Anna suspected as much for a long time. "I'm not judging you. It's a wonder more of the staff don't fall in love with the family considering how seldom we leave these walls." Gwen blushed and hung her head. "I do love her. Cybil's the nicest person I ever met and she's so beautiful! She takes my breath away." "Well, be careful. If Mr. Carson finds out you could be sacked," Anna warned. The next morning Gwen assisted Cyrus with his bath, then helped him into his nicest red dress. "You're in particularly good spirits this morning, Milady," Gwen commented as she put up his hair. Cyrus grinned. "We played with the ivory sticks last night," he confided. Gwen blushed. "Do you," she started, "do you enjoy the sticks, Milady?" Cyrus nodded with enthusiasm. "I adore being skewered on both ends! Don't you?" Gwen blushed a deeper shade of red. "I wouldn't know." Cyrus' jaw dropped. "You never tried it? You should! I'm not allowed to wear one, but I'll ask Mary and Edith to give you a go if you'd like." Gwen was saved by a knock at the bedroom door and the entrance of Lady Cora. After the maid left, Cora sat next to her son on his bed. "Today is a big day, dear," she said. "How do you feel about the arrival of your cousin Matthew?" Cyrus shrugged. "He's just a distant relation, mother." "He's the heir to the Doontoon Abbey estate and the Grantham title," Cora reminded him. "Are you angry about being passed over?" "Passed over? Aren't Mary and Edith in line before me?" Cora shook her head. "Girls cannot inherit." "I'm a girl too," he said, puzzled by the discussion. "But you were born a boy, Cybil dear," Cora stated. "You were heir until you became a girl." "Oh. Right," replied Cyrus as he distractedly played with a strand of his hair. "I don't think I would make a good Earl anyway. Too much responsibility." Cora sighed. Her former son was such a bubblehead! "I suppose you're right," she agreed. "Try to make friends with Matthew, darling. Someday you might need his support." Cora worried about Cyrus' future. Life would likely be difficult for a boy who looked like a pretty girl. Matthew Crawley and his mother alighted from their motorcar in front of Doontoon Abbey. In the entrance hall the family and house staff received them. Lord Grantham and Lady Cora welcomed Matthew warmly, but his eyes lingered on the stunning young lady in the red dress. Her brunette hair was pinned up, but stray curls dangled around her face. Her full lips were colored crimson to match her dress, which showed off the magnificent body underneath. Matthew was instantly smitten. "This is our youngest, Cybil," Lady Cora introduced the girl. "She recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday." The girl grinned and shook Matthew's hand. One expected such a beautiful girl to be haughty and conceited. Cybil seemed to be anything but. At dinner Matthew was seated next to Mary and across from Cybil. "What did you do in Manchester, cousin Matthew?" Mary asked. "I'm a solicitor. Business law mainly. Fortunately I've found a similar position with a firm in town," Matthew replied. "Oh, I envy you," Cybil commented. "It must be nice to have work to do and a real purpose in life." "I couldn't bear to be idle," Matthew agreed. "How do you spend your time, cousin Cybil?" "Oh, I don't know," Cyrus answered. "I take long walks around the estate and into the village. Riding is fun and I read silly romance novels. I suppose I'm not a very interesting person." "You interest me," Matthew said under his breath, but the whole table heard it. After dinner the men went for a smoke, then joined the ladies in the drawing room. Mary and Edith instantly approached Matthew and engaged him in conversation. He longingly looked Cybil's way, but he couldn't politely break away from the sisters. Cyrus shared a knowing smile with Matthew. He'd felt just as harassed by his sisters many times in his life. He left the room to use the chamber pot. Returning to the drawing room, Cyrus was cornered by Matthew in the hall. They were alone. "How did you get away from my sisters?" Cyrus giggled. "I told them I was tired and off to bed," Matthew explained. "I wish they would leave me alone. I'd much rather spend my time with you." Cyrus blushed. "I'm glad. I like you, cousin Matthew," he said. "Please call me Matt. All my friends do." "Alright, Matt," Cyrus beamed. "Do you believe in love at first sight, Cybil?" Matt asked seriously. "I ... I'm not sure," Cyrus replied. He was flummoxed by the question. "As of today, I do," Matt said. He leaned forward and kissed the girl. Cyrus had never been kissed before. He was rigid in shock at first, but quickly warmed to it and kissed back with animation. Matt broke the kiss and grinned. "Goodnight sweet Cybil." Lord Grantham entered his wife's bedroom from his dressing room and removed his robe. "Today went about as well as I could have hoped," he stated. "I suppose you're right," Cora sulked. "Matthew is nice enough, but I still wish you would try to break the entail. Mary should inherit, not this stranger." "Cyrus should inherit," Grantham replied. "If not for his bizarre change of sex, he would be the legitimate heir." "True," agreed Cora. "Did you notice how Matthew fixated on Cybil? His eyes stayed on her all night." "Yes, I saw. What is our expectation in that regard? Is Cybil interested in men? And will any man be interested in her after he learns her secret?" "As far as I know, Cybil has never concerned herself with men, one way or the other," Cora answered, "but she clearly enjoyed Matthew's attention today." Grantham pondered for a minute. "I'll warn Matthew away from Cybil without divulging her secret. No reason for anyone outside our immediate family to know that unless absolutely necessary." "Good idea," agreed Cora. "It wouldn't do for him to make a fool of himself over the girl." The next morning, the maid Gwen toweled Cyrus dry after his bath. "Matthew kissed me last night, Gwen," Cyrus confessed with a shy smile. "Did he? The cheeky bugger! How did he get you alone? He didn't dare come to your room." "He caught me in the Hall." "And did you like it?" the maid asked. Cyrus nodded. "It made me tingle all over. Like when my sisters have the ivory sticks out and are about to give me the business." "Will you let him kiss you again?" Cyrus nodded again and grinned. "I'd let him do a lot more than just kiss me." "Lady Cybil!" Gwen giggled. "You're a bad girl." "I know," Cyrus agreed and giggled too. "I wonder if Matthew would want to kiss me if he knew my secret?" "If he's smart he would," Gwen declared. "You're the finest person I've ever met. Anyone should feel blessed to kiss you." Cyrus paused and looked deep into Gwen's green eyes. "Do you truly think so, Gwen?" Cyrus asked. "Because I've always wanted to kiss you." Gwen gasped. "Milady?!" Cyrus leaned into Gwen and kissed her. He sighed. "Kissing you is as wonderful as I dreamed it would be. You're beautiful Gwen." "I'm plain in comparison to you, Milady." "Nonsense," Cyrus argued. "You're all any man could hope for. Pretty, smart and loyal." "Thank you, Milady," Gwen whispered and they kissed again. "Gwen, when we're alone together," Cyrus asked, "will you call me Cyrus? Please?" Gwen beamed. "Of course, Cyrus." Cyrus kissed her hard and guided her to his bed. A half-hour later, Cyrus and Gwen were naked in bed, blissfully tracing fingers over each others body as the sweat dried on their skin. There was a knock at the door and Anna entered. "There you are," Anna said to Gwen, not overly surprised by the scene. "Mrs. Hughes asked where you were, and you're lucky she didn't come looking for you. Now dress Lady Cybil and meet me in the library. We have to finish clearing up in there." "Yes, Anna," Gwen said as she hopped out of bed. "I hope Gwen isn't in trouble," Cyrus said. "The blame is all mine." He too jumped out of bed, naked as the day he was born. Anna gazed at the gorgeous boy-girl in all his natural glory. Even with his hair a mess from his romp with Gwen, Cybil was still breathtakingly sexy. It was no wonder Gwen loved him. "Not to worry, Lady Cybil. I won't tell a soul." Anna left and closed the door behind her. "We must be more careful in the future, Gwen," Cyrus said. "I couldn't bear it if you got in trouble because of me." He put his hand behind the red-haired maid's head and kissed her gently. Their lips parted reluctantly. "I'll love you forever, Gwen, but I want Matt too. I want to be your Cyrus and his Cybil. Does that make sense?" "Yes, of course it does, dear Cyrus," Gwen honestly stated. "You're a unique mix of boy and girl. It's natural that you want to be with both. I'll not be jealous of you with any man as long as I'm your girl." Cyrus grinned. "Always!" he promised and kissed her again. Gwen giggled and pushed him away. "Enough kisses, Cyrus. We have to get you dressed." Gwen laced Cyrus into a black corset that pushed up his meaty breasts and created deep cleavage between them. Black silk stockings strapped to the bottom of the corset. She admired the body of her partially dressed lover. "If Matthew saw you like this he'd be driven mad with lust." "I hope so," Cyrus laughed and shook his round bum. "Your sisters are likely hounding Matthew this morning," Gwen said. "He might enjoy it if you took him away from the house on a picnic. Alone." "What a fine idea, Gwen! You're so clever!" enthused Cyrus. "Have the kitchen prepare a picnic basket. I'm sure Matthew will accept an invitation. Cyrus finished dressing and went downstairs. He asked William the footman, "Have you seen cousin Matthew?" "He's in the library, Milady," William responded. "I just saw him there." Cyrus found Matt in a quiet corner of the library, reading a book. "I'm surprised to find you alone," Cyrus said. "I was sure my sisters would monopolize your time." "I'm afraid I led them on a bit of a goose chase," Matt said. "I pretended to go for a walk in the gardens, then snuck back in here. Mary and Edith are probably hunting high and low for me outdoors." Cyrus laughed. "You're quite cruel but I don't blame you. My sisters can be annoying. If you prefer to be alone, I'll go." "No, please don't," Matt urged. "Your company is very welcome." Cyrus smiled. "In that case, come with me on a picnic. I know a lovely hidden spot where my sisters will never find us and we can spend the day together. Just the two of us." "That's a capital plan," Matt said, "but is it proper for you to be alone with a man?" "We're family, cousin Matthew. It's fine. Meet me outside the front door in fifteen minutes. I'll collect the picnic basket from the kitchen." Unknown to Cyrus or Matthew, Mary was listening from outside a library window. She went around the house and was waiting for Matthew when he came out. "There you are," she greeted him. "I've been looking all over." "Ah ... yes," Matthew stumbled for words. "It's good I caught you alone," Mary said. "I have something to tell you about Cybil." "Cybil?" "Yes. My youngest sister isn't what she appears to be. In fact she isn't a 'she' at all. Cybil was born Cyrus Crawley. A boy," Mary spilled the beans. "That's ludicrous," Matthew objected. "Why would I lie about something so easily verified? Ask anyone in the family. Cybil has a nasty little secret - between her legs!" "But that's crazy. Cybil is obviously a woman," Matthew argued. Mary shook her head. "Eight years ago the ten-year-old Cyrus began to develop in strange ways. As years passed he became more and more feminine. Doctors were consulted but none could explain the change. Eventually mother and father decided that Cyrus should live life as a girl. It was the only real option considering the ridiculous over- inflated breasts that grew on his chest. Mother renamed Cyrus Cybil." Matthew's mouth hung open. "If this is your idea of a joke ..." "It's not, cousin Matthew," Mary promised. "You need to know the truth so you don't make a fool of yourself." A few minutes later, Cyrus came out the front door with a large picnic basket and found Matt there alone. "We're all set." Matt stared. "Cousin Mary just told me the most astounding tale," he said. "She says you were born male." Cyrus' smile faded. "I'm glad Mary told you, Matt," Cyrus said. "I don't want secrets between us." Matt continued to gawk. "You're really a boy? How can that be? You're so pretty." Cyrus shrugged. "The doctors can't explain it." "It's unbelievable." "Can we still be friends?" Cyrus asked. "I get awfully lonely here and I could use a friend." "Umm ... certainly," Matt answered. He liked to think of himself as an open-minded man. "No reason not to be." "Good," Cyrus chirped. "Shall we go on our picnic? We can talk about my change if you like." Matt agreed and Cyrus led him to a secluded place far from the house. It was a small natural clearing beside a stream and surrounded by tall trees. "This is my favorite place on the estate," Cyrus explained. "Nobody else knows about it. I come here when I want to be alone." "It's a beautiful spot," Matt said as he spread their picnic blanket on the grass. "Do you often feel the need to get away? It must be difficult living through the changes you've experienced." Cyrus sat next to Matt and opened the basket. "It's not hard for me," he said. "I am what I am. I don't have anything to compare it to, and I've had years to get used to looking like a girl. When I come out here it's usually because my sisters are bothering me. They're good at that." Matt laughed. "You have a good attitude, Cybil." They happily talked, ate sandwiches and drank wine for the next hour. Cyrus put down his glass. "I think I drank too much wine. May I rest my head on your lap? The ground here is awfully hard." Without waiting for an answer, Cyrus stretched out on his back with his head on Matt's lap. "Are you alright?" Matt asked. "Just a bit dizzy. I normally don't drink wine," Cyrus admitted. He gazed up at Matthew's face, admiring the man's handsome features. But Matt's eyes weren't on Cyrus' face. "You're fascinated by my big bosoms, aren't you?" Matt blushed. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," Cyrus reassured him. "I don't mind. Everyone stares at them." Cyrus gently cupped his big tits in his hands and kneaded them like soft dough. The fabric rubbing against his nipples felt wonderful. "Mmmm, I love them," he purred. "Cybil," Matt protested, "You shouldn't do that in public." "We're not in public, silly," Cyrus giggled. "Here, you try it." He took Matt's hands and placed them on his breasts. "Cybil!" Matt tried to pull his hands away, but Cyrus held them there. "Matt, if we're to be good friends you must learn to play with my boobs. I enjoy it more than just about anything. Now, squeeze them gently. Aren't they soft?" "Bloody marvelous." Matt had never felt anything so wonderful. Cyrus giggled. "Aren't they though? Don't squeeze too hard. A light touch is best." He squirmed under Matt's fondling and moaned. "Yessss. Just like that. Brilliant!" "I can't believe you're a boy," Matt exclaimed. "You're magnificent!" "I'm a girl in the ways that really matter I think," Cyrus panted. He arched his back and pressed his boobs harder against Matt's groping hands. "I could be your girl, Matthew. I know I could. I want to." "Cybil, I ..." Cybil didn't let him finish. She twisted around, pushed Matt down on his back and leaped on top of him. She kissed him with furious passion and after only a moment's hesitation he kissed back. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight. They kissed for a long time, bodies writhing together. Cybil's boobs squashed against his hard chest in a way that excited them both. She bucked her groin against his and felt his cock grow stiff in his pants. "I want you to make love to me Matt," Cybil panted. "But ... but you're a boy," Matt stammered as Cybil unfastened Matthew's pants and fished out his stiffening cock. "You can put it up my bum," Cybil replied. The girl-boy lowered her head and sucked the cock to lubricate it and bring it to a full stand. "Good lord!" exclaimed Matt. "H-have you done this before?" "Only with the ivory dildos," explained Cybil. "You're my first real one." She lifted her skirts, grabbed his cock and and positioned her arse hole over it. Then she sat on it. letting her own weight impale herself on him. "Ohh! It's warm! So much better than cold ivory!" Matt didn't know what to make of her talk of ivory dildos but this was not the time to discuss it. He thrust upward to meet her strokes, which made Cybil squeal in a delightful way. "You're like a hot, tight velvet glove!" he praised. Cybil bit her lower lip and bounced on him to drive him deeper into her bum. Her boobs bounced wildly and she gripped them through the fabric of her dress and corset. "This is the ... best ... thing ... ever!" she yelled. Six bounces and he was in her to the balls. She held him there and squeezed his cock as hard as she could with her ass muscles. David groaned,"So tight!" She chuckle and began bouncing up and down again. After several minutes of frenzied riding, Cybil exclaimed, "I'm going to cum!" Matt didn't want to be left behind. He thrust hard up into her ass and emptied his balls. Cybil's body shook with the force of her orgasm and she spurted all over Matt's shirt. She whooped, "I can feel your hot cum splashing in me!" Their orgasms faded and Cybil eased herself off of Matt's softening dick. She sprawled next to him and kissed him. "That was lovely," she said. "Let's do it again." Matt laughed and squeezed her tight. "You're certainly not the blushing virgin, are you?" "I told you I've done this with dildos. Many times. My sisters like to give me a good rogering." "Your sisters?!" Matt yelped. Cybil nodded. "I know several positions for us to try. I think I'd like to be on my hands and knees next. Mary calls it the doggie position and says it makes me act like a bitch in heat." She stood and turned her back to him. "Unbutton my dress please. I don't want to wrinkle it more than I already have." As Matt unbuttoned Cybil's dress, she asked, "So ... am I girl enough for you Matthew?" "More than girl enough," he assured her. Cybil stepped out of her dress and laid it on the grass. Now wearing just her corset and stockings, she faced Matt and covered her little dick with her hand. Suddenly shy and nervous, she blushed and hung her head. "Don't be embarrassed," Matt soothed her. "That one bit of boyhood isn't important; I know that now." He closed the gap between them, took her wrist and eased her hand away from her groin. He smiled. "It's quite girly, Cybil. Very petite and pink." What Matt did next surprised Cybil. He took her tiny cock in his own hand and stroked it. "I know how to handle one of these," he said. "I've had one all my life." They kissed but he didn't stop stroking her. Confidence restored, Cybil reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She jerked in time to his ministrations of her dick. "I like your big one better than my tiny one," Cybil whispered, although she thoroughly enjoyed the way he played with hers. Cybil pressed her tits against his broad chest. Matt watched the soft flesh compress and swell out of the confines of her corset. "Let's take off your corset," he told her. "I want you completely naked." "Alright, but you'll have to unlace it," she agreed. "Hurry because I want you again, Matt. I want you more than I've wanted anything my entire life." Her body trembled with lust as he quickly loosened the laces of her corset. The black corset came off and Cybil's big tits spilled free. Matt was mesmerized by the way they jiggled like bowls of pudding. He ducked his head and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. "Ahh!" Cybil gasped. "Not so hard Matt. They're sensitive!" He eased the suction of his mouth and twirled his tongue around her nipple. "God that's good!" she exclaimed and clamped onto his head with both hands to hold him there. "Now the other," she moved him to her left tit. "Yesss!" Finally Cybil pushed him away. "Enough," she said. She fell to her hands and knees and stuck her ass high in the air. "Shove your cock in me," she implored. "Make me yours!" Hours later the exhausted but contented couple walked back to Doontoon Abbey. By convenient happenstance, the family was already gathered in the sitting room. "Cybil, you look a fright," Edith scolded. Cybil reeked of sweat and sex and her hair was disheveled. Despite her efforts to protect it, her dress was a wrinkly mess, and her tits jiggled unfettered beneath the thin fabric because she couldn't be bothered to put her corset back on. But Cybil didn't care how she looked. "Cousin Matthew and I have wonderful news!" she cheerfully announced. "We're engaged to be married!" "Engaged?!" exclaimed Lord Grantham. Cybil grinned and hugged Matt. "Yes! Isn't it wonderful father? The estate and title will stay in our family after all." "But ... but ... but ..." Lord Grantham sputtered. "Cybil is a ..." "I know all about Cybil's unusual trait, and I can assure you that means nothing to me. We're head over heels in love," said Matthew. "You met yesterday," Dowager Countess Violet objected. "Such haste in important matters is unseemly." "If we waited a year it wouldn't change a thing," Matthew replied. "Cybil is the one for me." "And Matthew is the only man for me!" Cybil added. Lady Cora was shocked by the turn of events, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She stood and hugged her youngest daughter. "We're so happy for you Cybil! Aren't we dear?" she directed at her husband. Lord Grantham was dumbfounded. His son, now a young woman, was to be married! And amazingly the boy would inherit the title and estate; indirectly at least. It was a miracle. "Yes ... of course. So happy for you both." He stood and shook Matthew's hand. Mary and Edith were too stunned to say a word. "Well, I suppose it is for the best," Lady Violet stated. "In just two days this lovely couple solved problems that might have required years to sort out otherwise. Think of the melodrama we've been spared!" Cybil quickly excused herself from the family group, saying she had to get cleaned up before dinner. Once in her room she rang for her maid Gwen. "How did it go?" Gwen asked. Cybil grabbed Gwen and kissed her fiercely. "Matthew asked me to marry him!" Cybil gushed. They both squealed and danced about the room. "I want you to be my lady's maid, lover and mother of our children. Please say yes!" "Of course I will," Gwen agreed. "I couldn't want anything more. Only tell me, will they be your babies or Matthew's I'll be carrying?" she asked with a sly smile. "I may not be able to get you pregnant, so I'll have to convince Matthew to sleep with you too," Cybil teased. "He has a nice big randy cock, Gwen. I'm sure you'll love it." "Whatever you say, Milady," Gwen giggled.