Yet, during the years she spent with him before Dan's death, she hadn't looked upon him as a romantic interest. He was a good, strong, smart, reliable friend, and it had come as a complete surprise when Tom had suddenly proposed marriage to her only a few months following her husband's death. It was too soon, she told herself. The children should know, be in on such an important decision as this was. But… here she was, happier than she had ever been in her life, married to her former brother-in-law.

Tom Stevenson had always been a little in love with Jean, ever since his brother Dan had brought her home from college so many years ago. Tom had, since that first meeting with Jean, an incurable desire to strip that fine, ripe body of hers naked – to kiss her full, passionately trembling mouth and breasts… and her sensuously curved hips and flat stomach… and the warmly perfumed layers of her cunt up between those long, lusciously tapered legs. He had never done anything about that desire because of his brother – he wasn't that much of a bastard, he always told himself; but after Dan's death he had been there when she needed him and they fell in love.

Jean was still as strikingly beautiful at thirty-five as she was at eighteen. The years had been more kind to her firm, full body and her uptilted breasts and shapely legs were as exciting as ever.

Tom suddenly removed his hands from beneath his wife's sweater and got up from the wide, comfortable lounge chair to move towards the center of the small cabin. With a devilish grin he unlatched the sliding partition that separated the cabin into two staterooms, and begging the Lawsons' pardon, closed off the front section.

"There!" he announced to his stunned bride, closing the latch on the sliding door winking lewdly.

Before Jean fully realized what was happening, he had lowered the back of the seat, converting the lounge chair into a narrow bed. "Tom! What in the world are you doing?" she asked in wide-eyed surprise.