Just as the hall clock finished chiming nine, Steven heard the front door open, then close. He was on his third Scotch, feeling a mild buzz, but he remembered that his niece Maria was due home now. Steven came out of the kitchen, intending to greet the girl, who might or might not recognize him – she hadn't seen him in almost three years – but he stopped short, in the shadows of the far hallway.

Maria had grown up, no question. He remembered a small, delicate-faced girl, with blue eyes and braces. Sammi had sent the girl's school picture, along with her Christmas cards, so he knew the braces were gone. She stood by the door, being helped out of her coat by her escort, and the sight of her took Steven's breath away.

She was almost ravishing. Her hair was long and dark, framing a heart-shaped face dominated by large eyes, falling upon the shoulders of a snug white sweater, tight enough to show that she had certainly inherited her mother's tits. She was tall now, too – he estimated five-ten, including the low heels of her shoes – and her short skirt revealed long, smooth-looking legs. He smiled. She was almost a dead ringer for Sammi, at that age.

The boy behind Maria came out of the shadow. He was a typical kid, tall, skinny, somewhat gawky-looking, with a lot of hair. No doubt he was considered hot stuff among the teenage set. Steven watched as the boy – Jake, he thought Sammi called him – put his hands on Maria's shoulders and turned her around. The girl lifted her face and the boy's mouth closed upon hers in a wet, open-lipped kiss. Her arms enfolded his waist, he filled his hands with the cheeks of her slim young ass, and their bodies ground together where they stood. Steven repressed the urge to announce himself, and took a quiet sip of his drink instead.