"Didn't it excite you just a little to see our very own aunt making up to that guy?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" Josie looked at the delicate gold watch on her wrist. "Why don't we go shopping now?"

"I might do a little scouting down on the grounds. Why don't you wait here?" Ronnie was ready for her when Josie flamed up.

"You have some kind of nerve! You mean you're going to try and peek in one of those windows of the guest house?"

"So you saw them go in there too?"

"I glanced out the other window," Josie admitted, somewhat shamefaced. Ronnie slung the Nikon strap over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Wait, Ronnie, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yep. And I bet you'll dig looking at my blowups when I get them developed."

Ronnie hurried downstairs and out the back door. It was easy to approach the guest house from the side. There was a small woods surrounding the place. She came up quietly to one likely-looking window, lifted her eyes over the sill and held her breath. Nothing. The bed was made, everything in its place. She circled the small house slowly until she found another window. This time she heard voices.

The boy, who wasn't really a boy, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off. His pants were undone in front and Aunt Roslyn had her hand down under his skivvies. They were kissing. Ronnie had to steady herself against the house as she watched. She was not more than ten feet away from the two, of them. She could even smell a suggestion of her aunt's light musk in the air that drifted out.

"Would you like to see them, Mark?" she asked, touching the skimpy cups of her bikini. The young man swallowed and told her with his eyes that he would very much like to see them. "You can take it off," she whispered.

Mark reached around Roslyn's body and trembling, managed to get the clasp undone.