In the living room of her superb apartment she pulled the drapes so the world outside could not be seen. After switching on the two lamps by the divan she pushed a tape into the stereo and the throaty chansons of a French singer breathed sound into the room.

Conchi hummed to herself as she unlocked the cabinet where she kept her special photos. There were twelve prints in all; each one a black-and-white enlargement of herself. They had been taken ten years before by a photographer who would remember the assignment until the day he died. She carried the photos to the glass-topped table in front of the divan and placed them there.

The door chime announced her caller and Conchi hurried to the door.

"Keith," she cried happily. "Do come in."

Conchi kissed her nephew on the cheek before leading him to the bar where she poured a Coke for him. "You are on time and I am ready."

"That's nice," he said as he took the drink.

"Are you ready, dear?" Conchi asked.

Keith Broys sipped at his drink and looked at his aunt. "It's going to be different this morning, auntie. I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you like a madman."

"Oh no you are not!" Conchi said. "I'm your aunt-your aunt! Besides it would not be right."

Keith's eyes seemed to bore deeply into the valley between his aunt's firm breasts before he looked her in the eyes and said, "The hell it wouldn't. Some man should fuck you and I'm the one who's going to."

Conchi laughed. "No man shall ever do that to me."

"No?" Keith said. "Just looking at you gives me a hard on."

Conchi smiled now. "That is my baby, Keith."

"You'll get your baby where it should go- right into that cunt of yours."

"Remember our agreement, Keith? You promised not to talk about intercourse."

"Let's do it then." Keith carried his drink to the divan and sat down. "Damn it, auntie, the more I do this for you the more I want to fuck you."