The sun felt good on my back as I leaned across a fender and adjusted the idle till the Ford sounded smooth. My old man was coming across the lawn, but I pretended I didn't see him.

"How's she running, son?" He leaned against the car and put his foot on the front bumper, clearing his throat. "I put a college catalog in with your junk in back. Something for you to look through while you're at the cabin."

I nodded and fiddled with the carb some more, even though the engine sounded beautiful now. Janey sprinted across the lawn. She had her new camera, the Polaroid that my folks had gotten her for Easter. "Hold it, you two!" she squealed, frowning into the viewfinder. The shutter clicked and Janey bounded off again, giggling with excitement.

Once more I caught myself taking in the shifting swells of her taut little ass. The yellow shorts she had on looked like they'd been painted there with a brush. Janey met my mother and Jessica coming down the lawn and took my cousin's arm. Jessie's corduroy bell-bottoms were every bit as tight as my sister's shorts. They just covered more of her, that's all. I closed the hood and put my screwdriver in the glove compartment. My dad stood there like he wasn't through talking but couldn't think of what else to say.

"You can sit by the window, Jessica," Janey said, slipping into the wide front seat.

I helped Jess find her place, then closed the door. Every time I looked at the silk blouse she had on, I saw her naked tits, full and ripe and heavy. Just like I'd seen them the night before. They looked twice as big as Janey's, and the nipples made the material push out in sexy little bumps.