John Kellerman
The family turns on
CHAPTER ONE
"It just isn't right," Josie argued. "Aunt Roslyn doesn't even know we're up here." Ronnie gave her a look of irritation. She wasn't surprised by her younger sister's protests. Just nagged.
"Don't be such a slug in the mud," she scolded, turning to the window again. Their bedroom overlooked the back yard and swimming pool. Ronnie could see her aunt talking to the young man who'd come to clean the pool. She had her hand on his shoulder now and was leaning forward slightly so that her big breasts threatened to break out of her skimpy red bikini. Roslyn was a tall, handsome woman. She'd kept her body together through the years and now though she was close to forty, she looked terrific. Her hair was somewhere between red and blond and she wore it long. When she had a couple of drinks in her Roslyn could get pretty wild. When she had a couple more she could border on the pornographic. Ronnie wondered how many she'd had this morning. The pool-cleaning boy looked a bit nervous. He kept glancing around like he expected a husband to break out of the house at any moment. This woman was really loaded and she was com ing on to him a little too hot and heavy for comfort. He had no need to worry. Evan Henderson was safely out of the way at his successful law office in Whittaker.
"I mean, Aunt Roslyn didn't invite us up here to spy on her," Josie kept on. She was pacing now. A bad sign, Ronnie remembered. Josie was the nervous type when it came to anything of a sensual nature.
"Oh come on, Josie. You won't go to hell for a little peek. All humans love to be voyeurs." Ronnie got her Nikon from the bed table and fit a telephoto lens into the camera body. Josie watched her with wide, innocent-blue eyes.
"You're not going to take a picture of her!"
"Just for my private collection. I am a photographer after all. At least that's what I want to be." Ronnie was well aware that her blond sister didn't approve of her choice of hobbies. Josie always accused her of invading other people's privacy… or worse. Ronnie aimed the Nikon at Josie just as she turned by a sunlit window. The shutter fluttered and Josie's white face reddened.
"There you go again!" she snapped.
"Oh get off it. You know you love to look at pictures of yourself." And it was true. Josie was a beauty and knew it. At eighteen her complexion was like milk. She had a smattering of freckles across her short nose but the rest of her was a creamy and delicate white. She had firm, high-riding breasts, just as white as the rest of her. Only the small nipples were tipped with pink. Pink the same color as the inner surfaces of her cunt. To Ronnie who had an olive complexion, her sister's skin was a wonder. She loved to take pictures of her with as little on as possible. Josie had a model's willowy body. But it was hard to get the shy blond to unpeel much more than her sunglasses.
Only once had Ronnie talked her into doing a semi-nude thing. And even then Josie had insisted on wearing her panties. Panties which were another source of teasing for Ronnie to draw on. Because Josie wore only pink panties trimmed with white lace. They were very delicate and feminine and each pair had her name embroidered into the sheer material. Ronnie had caught her without them only once. She'd surprised Josie while she'd been drying after a hot tub. The Nikon had clattered three times before the blushing blond had wrapped the towel around her and fled to the safety of the bathroom again. Ronnie wondered if her young sister ever touched herself. And though she guessed that Josie did, there was really no certainty. Josie was that private.
Today the pretty Josie had on a knee-length blue dress. She liked blue. Light blue, pastel blue, sometimes even a dark navy. And with her cornfed looks, her blond bangs that just cleared those turquoise eyes, the blue did dangerous things to her overall appearance. Dangerous for her. Josie seemed to be totally innocent of her latent sexuality. No, Ronnie thought. It wasn't even latent any more. Not since she'd gotten so leggy and lithe.
Ronnie had her aunt in the frame now. Roslyn had both hands on the boy. He looked like he might leap into the pool at any second. But the telephoto brought the crotch of his pants into clear focus. There was a bulge showing. Aunt Roslyn was obviously aware of it too.
"Oh this is neato," Ronnie gasped, clicking off a shot. She wound and refocused. Roslyn mussed the boy's hair and the Nikon snicked again, recording the moment for posterity. Josie came up and stopped glaring at Ronnie.
"There's something sinful about doing things that people don't know you're doing."
"Wrong." Ronnie gave her sister an exasperated look. "You do it all the time. I saw you watching that sailor kissing his girl in the park the other day."
"That's not the same thing."
"Like hell. And you sure were squirming a lot when he got his hand under her dress."
Josie was red-faced now. But then it didn't take much to make her blush. And the redness always showed up so well on her light skin.
"It was hot and I was sweaty. I hate to be sweaty."
Ronnie watched her aunt take the pool boy by the hand. She led him across the back yard toward the changing rooms that sat back in a little grove of small trees and bushes. From her second-story viewpoint, Ronnie could see them smiling. Roslyn hooked an arm around the young man's waist. They went into the changing rooms and the door shut behind them. Josie was still pacing when Ronnie turned from the window.
"Roslyn thought we'd left to go downtown. She didn't know you came back for your camera."
"And you came back to pee."
"Oh, it doesn't matter why we came back. We shouldn't have watched."
"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. He let her tits push the bikini halter forward and then he peeled its wetness from Roslyn's flesh. Ronnie marveled at her aunt's firm build. For someone as old as she was, her big tits were remarkably high and healthy looking. Mark stared at the darkened nipples. Then Roslyn reached out to his head and pulled him slowly forward. His mouth went around one large areola and there was a sucking sound as he tongued it.