"We can't just pose around on a stage for the whole day, Julia" said Beatrice.  "We won't make anything that way.  We simply must   think of something a bit more interesting than that.  Some sort of sponsored challenge.  What, though?"

"Get people to sponsor us for  each minute we stay nude in the town square and then we go for a nude walk along the canal towpath for ten miles earning money for each mile we complete -  like that creepy Jenkinson woman was saying.   Sorry, my darling, but I can't come up with anything else.  And quite frankly,   I can't imagine anyone in his or her right mind shelling out good money for anything as boring as that!"

"Our bodies aren't boring, Beatrice!  Those subhuman, drooling  clod hopping peasants will love every minute of it!  And as for poor old dim-witted Dorothy, she won't be any where!"

"I suppose she'll be doing her sad "Spotted Lady"  routine again - poor girl!  You weren't here last year, but I was and it was so pathetic, although they did all pay to go in and see her.  We two can do  better than that, just by being there in all our glorious satin-smooth-skinned nudity and nobody's hiding OUR nice titties and pussies under daubs of black paint!  We only have to stand around,  not moving a muscle, and a hundred  young and not-so-young peasant penises will rise to the occasion!

OK Julia, I agree!  Let's do it!  We'll think of other  ways to increase the attraction as time goes by.  maybe the boys will think of something when we see them on Saturday - they're quite inventive, especially Piers."

" Giles is quite bright as well, Beatrice.  A bit slow to get going, but no fool.  Yes, we'll discuss it with them."

Having come to this momentous decision, the two cousins -one dark and one fair, one  slim and one   well-stacked and curvaceous, got to their feet and moved away to a part of the grounds where no-one in the Hall could see what they were doing.  The closely observed sight of each others' near naked  and shivering bodies had been driving them both  wild for some time now.   They had lovely things in mind one for the other!  There we will leave them for the time being, but not for long.

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Brigadier Charles Henry Raynsford, the owner of Fosse Hall, stood at his drawing-room window and watched his two young nieces as they lay in the early Spring sunshine, bravely trying to get the year's first suntan, despite the freshening breeze that was so delightfully ruffling Julia's long golden locks and blowing Beatrice's equally lengthy brown hair into her face.

He would dearly have  liked to make up some excuse for joining them, in order to see their goose flesh-covered bodies close-up.  This rather unusual gentleman nursed a lifelong   fascination with the prospect of  the tender  and half-nude bodies of  lovely young maidens being exposed to the cruel cold of the English climate.  With this consideration,   in mind,  he had made his fine open-air swimming pool available to a local round-the-year swimming club, in the vain hope that some of the members  might one day turn out to be lissom young females with a liking for minuscule swim wear. Alas, so far,  only a group of elderly men and equally elderly women had turned up, but he was ever the optimist and lived in hope from year to year.  Maybe Julia and Beatrice might be persuaded to take an interest, if only they could be eased out of their haughty refusal to mix with the lower orders!

He gazed down at himself and sighed resignedly at the bulging evidence of his arousal.  However much he might lust after these two lovely young people (and it was very considerably), he never forgot his duty to them as their guardian, which he had been since the sudden and simultaneous deaths of both the poor girls' parents seven years ago.

As he witnessed the couple starting to fondle each other, Julia having removed Beatrice's top, he sighed again.  When they made off,  arm in arm,  for the cover of the copse, he turned away from the window and went over the conversation they had all recently had with Mrs Jenkinson.  He was anxious to help out with local matters and very keen to recover the seat on the parish Council,  which he had voluntarily vacated some years earlier. He was not convinced, however, that he would be discharging his responsibilities properly if he allowed his young relatives to exhibit their charms in the way that had been proposed.

One of Mrs Jenkinson's enthusiastic assurances still resonated in his brain.

"I'm sure the weather will be much warmer in a few weeks time, Brigadier. And in any case, it will be no hardship to two such healthy young girls to get a bit of all over fresh air for a few hours.  And they'll pick up a bit of a tan as well - the sort that goes all over!"

What if it was NOT a warm day?!?  This was the wonderful thought which immediately occurred to his kinky old mind.   What if it was, in fact, a very cold day - even a very cold day indeed?  The thought of those two luscious young lovelies shivering away for five hours and then having to walk along a breezy towpath for another three or four drove him to a frenzy whenever it came into his mind!  And what about a  swim in the Hall pool afterwards for them both, with spectators being charged five ponds a head to watch?

All the while he could be appealing to their sense of public duty and urging them to brace themselves to  endure still more discomfort.   As an organising official, he would have ample opportunity to see them close-up and maybe, as their relative and legal guardian, have the chance to lightly embrace them from time to time, feeling their icy cold skin under his hand.

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The two girls, meanwhile, were sitting beneath a tree in the old copse and studying each others' quivering limbs as each vied to outdo the other in a contest of  endurance.   The cold gradually ate into them both, but still they stayed.

"Wish we had a watch to time this.   I'm sure we've set ourselves a record of some kind." said Julia. "If it's a sunny day tomorrow, we mustn't forget to bring one!"

"I think we ought to come here anyway - sun or no sun!" replied Beatrice.  "We'll need to acclimatise ourselves for the Fete.   We can have our nice endurance game and build up some kind of immunity to the cold at the same time.  Now you've talked me into it, I'm really looking forward to it!"

They both sat trying not to look as cold as they felt for some more minutes, before Julia was finally overcome by boredom.

"Come on, Bea!  I've got a wonderful idea!  Let's have a swim in our dear old Uncle's pool!  It'll make the kinky old boy's day for him!  Race you there and the first one out's a sissy!"

In their eagerness, both girls forgot that they had,  some time ago,  divested themselves of their, in any case exiguous,  swim wear. They were quite naked as they ran towards the pool.  Sadly for the Brigadier, he was not in a position to witness the first ever time that two freezing cold girls, rather than the usual cohort of chilled old portly men and flabby old women,  got into his freezing cold pool.  The good and gallant gentleman  had some time earlier sunk into his customary afternoon doze!