"I'm sorry Evan couldn't come with us to meet you," Roslyn said, slamming the trunk. Kendall was about to get in the back seat with Josie and Ronnie but she grabbed his elbow just in time and nudged him towards the other door. "Hey, I don't want to ride all alone up here like some chauffeur."

"Sorry, Aunt Roslyn," the teen said. He was tall and lanky with light-brown hair that curled over his forehead. His gray eyes sparkled. He had a tan that wouldn't quit. None of this was lost on Roslyn. Her libido was already working overtime.

If it weren't for those two angels in the back seat she might have kissed her lovely nephew on the lips. They'd always been very, very close. Roslyn could remember one particular time when the boy had came to her bed afraid after a bad thunderstorm. She'd been baby-sitting him for her sister. Kendall had been eleven. She'd hugged him close for hours and the boy had nuzzled happily between her warm, soft breasts.

"I've got a wonderful room for you," she gushed. "I'm reserving one half of the guest house for you. There's plenty of space. I know you like a quiet place to do your yoga."

"You still do it too, don't you, Aunt Roslyn?"

"Sure do. I'm hoping we can do it together." She noticed that Kendall blushed a little at this and remembered that he had mentioned something about how he liked to do his yoga in the nude. She trembled at the thought of seeing his lanky nakedness in various positions.