Frank Brown: Naughty voyeur aunt

"I'm coming!" she grunted. "I'm coming!"

"Baby!" the senator said. "Sweet Jesus!" He slid down her body, pulled her fingers out of her spasming cunt, and fucked his cum-dripping cock into her pussy.

The girl writhed under his hairy body, her eyes rolled back, her head tossing. Her smooth legs, forced to a nearly split position by the bulk of the senator, shivered as the spasms shook her, her pink toes quivering.

"Oh, senator! Oh, God!" Her fingers clawed his hairy back.

The senator pistoned his prick inside her cunt until her body stopped shuddering and she undulated gently under him. "I told you to call me Daddy," he said.

"Okay, Daddy," the girl said, pulling his head down and fastening her lips to his mouth.

As they kissed, the senator's cock still buried inside the girl, his curn starting to melt and to run down her cheeks, Jessica snapped out of the voyeuristic trance she'd been in. The scene had so stunned and fascinated her that she had completely forgotten her own pussy. The crotch of her jeans was sopping wet.

"I'll be damned!" Jessica said, watching the young girl's tongue flick in and out of the senator's mouth. "I'll be damned!"

Surprise! The kids showed up at the lodge two days early, two days before Jessica was to fly down on the helicopter to meet them at the airport. Maxine and Vince delivered them to the doorstep of the lodge. The kids, especially Ricky, were disappointed. Ricky had been looking forward more to the helicopter ride than to visiting the lodge or to seeing his long lost aunt.

"We decided it would be safer to drive them up," Maxine explained. "I don't trust helicopters, and I'm surprised that you still do, Jessica – after what happened."

"Thousands of people die in automobile crashes every year," Jessica said. "I'm surprised you still drive."

"Oh, you know what I mean," Maxine said, and she reintroduced her children to Jessica.

Jessica found it difficult to believe that these kids were the same ones she'd last seen years ago. Bucky was now a muscular teenage surfer with bushy yellow hair and eyes like chips of Southern California sky. He wore a tank-top shirt, which showed off the tanned muscles of his shoulders, and hip-hugging jeans, which showed off more of his bulging virility than they hid. The only part of the child that remained in Bucky was his shyness. He failed to meet Jessica's eyes when they shook hands, something Jessica was thankful for, for she knew she was flushing and shivering like a giddy high school girl at the touch of his warm, slightly sweaty hand. Jessica hadn't felt this turned on by any young man in a long time.

The twins, Ricky and Tessie, could have passed for either two boys or two girls. Ricky had enough of the boyish feminine in his features for him to pass for a cute little girl were he to put on a dress, and Tessie's young body hadn't yet filled out enough in the hips to make her unmistakably a woman. In their T-shirts, however, Tessie showed enough roundness of the tits and Ricky showed enough squareness and flatness of the pectoral muscles to make their respective genders evident. They both had platinum-blond hair, Ricky's cut in a shoulder-length style, and Tessie's hanging to her lower spine in the back. They were a handsome pair of twins, and with their deep bronze tans, they exuded health and sensuality.

Jessica caught herself imagining the two of them naked and in bed together, and she found herself flushing with embarrassment – as if Maxine might read her mind.

"It's been so long," Jessica said, trying to keep her voice under control. "I just know we're all going to have a great time together." She motioned to her assistant manager. "Oswald, show the children up to the rooms I've reserved for them."

"Yes, ma'am." Oswald had been with the lodge from its opening day. He had run the lodge under Roland's command, and now, whenever Jessica was away, he again assumed full authority. He called her Jessica in private, but he always used the formal address in the presence of guests.

Jessica watched Oswald lead the three children to the elevator. He smiled as if delighted that the children had arrived. Jessica knew that the children would be calling him uncle before their stay was over. He was an overweight man in his sixties with a balding head and a glint in his gray eyes. Children seemed drawn to him.

Jessica turned back to Maxine and Vince. "How about a few drinks in the lounge before I show you to your suite?"

"Lead on," Vince said, rubbing his hands together.

"Control yourself, darling," Maxine said. "You can have a glass of wine and that's it. I want you fit to drive back down those mountain roads in the morning."

"You're leaving in the morning? So soon?" Jessica asked.

"We're flying to Hawaii a day early," Maxine said. "We've got a flight out of the local airport to San Francisco. From there, next stop is Honolulu."

"Lucky you!" Jessica said, leading Maxine and Vince into the lounge with its fireplace at one end and its semicircular bar at the other. "I wish I were going."

They took their seats around a rough oak table with a lit candle in the middle. Jessica told the waiter to bring them a bottle of the best white wine in the cellar.

"Why don't you go?" Maxine asked.

"Pardon me?" Jessica said.

"You've got the money to fly to Hawaii anytime you want to. Why don't you sometime? Why do you keep yourself copped up here in the middle of nowhere all the time?"

"Maxine!" Vince said. He gave Jessica a weak smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, it's all right, Vince," Jessica said.

"I'm used to her meddling in my business. She's my sister, remember?"

"Sometimes I wonder about that," Maxine said. "We get to see each other about as often as two cloistered nuns living in different countries. We're sisters, but you just about disappeared from the face of the earth for fifteen years. You didn't even tell Mom and Dad what you were up to. Then, you've suddenly inherited this lodge from a former football hero."

"Maxine," Vince said, "what Jessica does with her life is her business. Will you quit nagging her for a minute?"

The waiter returned with the wine just in time. Maxine shut up while he poured.

"To our reunion!" Jessica toasted.

"To our reunion!" Vince said.

And Maxine, after biting her lip for a second, finally allowed herself to smile and joined in the toast.

At ten-thirty that evening, Jessica let herself into the viewing chamber adjacent to the suite she'd assigned to Vince and Maxine. She came here more for the purpose of eavesdropping than peeping, for Maxine had always been something of a cold fish, and Jessica didn't expect to see anything spectacular in the way of fucking from her younger sister. Jessica felt sorry for Vince. A handsome stud like Vince could have done better than Maxine in the mate department.

What Jessica really wanted to learn from eavesdropping on her sister was what Maxine's reaction was to this evening's interrogations. Would Maxine believe the series of lies that Jessica had told her? Jessica really didn't care what Maxine thought of her, but she did care what her mom and dad thought, and Maxine would be the messenger between Jessica and her parents. Would Maxine's report to her parents sound convincing? Jessica really hoped so.

Jessica had kept her life since high school a dark secret. In fact, even her private life during junior high – and high school – was something her parents knew nothing of. Jessica went to church when told, did her homework faithfully, helped out around the house, never complained – and her parents had left her alone, thinking that she was the perfect child. They'd learned nothing of her sexual activities during her school years and, after high school, she'd left town immediately to make it in the big city, and she had kept her wild life a complete secret from her family. She knew that if her mom or dad or Maxine were ever to find out about her nymphomania, or about her modeling and porn-star careers, or about her real relationship to Roland Grant – they would disown her forever, if they didn't all die of strokes first. For her family was strictly religious, almost a sexual, and Jessica had always wondered how it had been possible that she was ever conceived, or how Maxine had managed to mother three children.