"Stevie!" she yelped.

Lori made a dash for the bed, jumping into it and drawing the sheet up to her neck. She peered at her nephew with wide eyes. She was not frightened, only startled.

"I just wanted to say goodnight, Aunt Lori," he said softly.

"You should knock, Stevie," Lori replied in a shaky voice. "I just got out of the shower."

The expression on his face changed, showing not only amusement at her frantic actions but interest as well. "So I noticed."

Lori noticed something too, the front of his pants was bulging out. She found she was unable to remove her gaze from that lump. Her mouth was open and she was having problems breathing. Excitement was flowing through her again, and she thought how insane this was.

Not insane because she desired Stevie; she did very much. Part of her excitement at having them with her had been the knowledge that she was planning to fuck her nephew. The insane part was that what had happened in the bathroom had happened so easily, then this following immediately. It was just too much of a coincidence to be believable.

Stevie made no attempt to conceal his hard-on. On the contrary, he seemed quite proud of his prick. The expression on his face showed that, along with the interest he had in his aunt's body. He came to stand close to her bed, seeing her nipples strain against the sheet she held there. Lori knew he was looking at them, and a shiver of anticipation rippled through her. She drew in a deep breath.