Lori saw her sister looking at Marty. "Oh, this is Marty Horn. We were talking about his new play he just finished."

"Are you in the theater, Mr. Horn?" Lori's sister asked.

"Not yet." Marty smiled. "I'm still trying, that's all. Lori is a big help with her suggestions."

"He was just leaving," Lori said, knowing her sister could be a suspicious bitch. "I'll look your script over more carefully, Marty, and give you a call."

"You do that," he said, then left.

Stevie and Janice had already gone into the kitchen, searching for the goodies that Lori always seemed to have at her house.

Her sister quickly left, trying to give instructions about her children's bedtime and other silly things. "I know all that," Lori said. "Go on and have fun. We'll get along just fine."

She closed the door after her sister had gone, leaning against it. My sister can be a pain sometimes, she thought. So prim and moralistic, always giving advice no one wanted or took. She was forever forcing her moral attitudes on others.

Going toward the kitchen, Lori smiled to herself, pleased to have Stevie and Janice with her for a whole week. She didn't like the attitudes their mother was drilling in those young minds, making them ashamed of their bodies and sex. She wished she could teach them the real joy and happiness of living.

She stepped into the kitchen, then stopped, eyes wide.

Stevie was in the refrigerator, concealed by the door, seeking out the goodies. But it was Janice that Lori had seen.

The beautiful little girl was on her hands and knees, her head inside the cupboards. Her short skirt had hiked up in back, and Lori found herself gazing at the sweet thighs and tightly pantied ass of her niece. The view sent a sudden, unexpected thrill racing through her veins, and her cunt began to pulsate with that feeling of hunger again.