As a child, Lynn had never been bothered by the confessional. But the mere sight of the booth with its dark curtain made chills run up her spine. She knew that her sin had become too grievous to admit to. How could she ever tell Father O'Hara that she had been on intimate terms with a boy. Outside of marriage, fornication was what the church called it. The word had such a heavy, wicked sound to it. And yet to mouth it made Lynn want more. Of course it would be bad enough to confess even that much. But she knew she could never tell the priest that the boy she'd fucked was her very own cousin.

"Why tell anything at all?" she said to herself. She was standing before, her dresser combing her hair. She was wearing a dainty golden anklet with her initials engraved in fancy script on one side and a tiny heart on the other. It was all she had on. But she had become aroused thinking wicked thoughts and it occurred to her that it might help to put on some clothing. As she pulled her panties up she felt the dampness of her red cunt curls as they were pressed up by the nylon crotchband. She had to get dressed anyway to be to work on time. Her Uncle Chad had offered her a put summer job working at his real estate office. Well, she wouldn't actually be in the office all day. Which mad, it that much better. Chad wanted her to show clients the property they might be interested in. She would have a clipboard with and the facts and the keys to dozens of houses. It would be easy and fun and Chad was giving her really good money. It was so much better than working in the five and ten. He'd even given her the use of his sharp, red sports car.