Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author's Note: This is a variation of my earlier story, "Aunt Soo-Jung's
fetish." It's the same basic plot but expanded, developed, and, I think, a
lot better.  Read and enjoy.  I'd welcome any feedback.

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   Soo-Jung set her luggage heavily into the trunk of her husband's
convertible and settled into the front passenger seat to wait.  She donned
her wide sunglasses and pulled back her long black hair, and then reclined
the seat so she could stretch her legs.  She fanned herself with a map. 
Even in the shade of a magnolia tree it was bloody hot.

   She looked up at the tree branches and dwelled on memories, as she
always did when she looked at magnolias.  Her childhood home in Korea had a
magnolia in the front yard that her father tended lovingly.  He was so sad
when Soo-Jung left for the United States four years ago.  Why?  He kept
asking.  The truth was hard to say.  It was a mix of things.  She wanted an
American education on her resume.  She wanted to see the world.  She had
studied English for years, so that she was virtually fluent.  And it was no
small thing that she was attracted to Caucasian guys.

   She had met Dale a year after her arrival in the U.S., and the year
after that they were married, much to her father's chagrin.

   "Be careful of American families," her father had warned her, before
their wedding ceremony in Korea.  "They can be strange."

   Her father had never been to America and she laughed off his comment as
a mix of provincialism, ignorance, and nervousness over his daughter's
well-being.  Two years later she could conclude that it was generally a
good marriage.  They had a couple of issues - but what couple doesn't?  -
and she believed that certain members of his extended family didn't like
her, but overall she believed she was satisfied.

   Her father kept reminding her that she could always come home.  One day
a few weeks ago he called asked her again if everything was alright.

   "Everything is good, Ah-pa," she'd told him.

   "You could always come back, you know," her father said.  "Do you know
what happened the other day?  A man called for you.  He works for a
modeling agency and he remembered you from high school.  That's what kind
of spell you hold on men, darling.  Anyway, he wanted to know how you were
doing.  He wanted a picture of you."

   "Oh no.  Did you send him one?"

   "I did!  Several!"

   "Ah-pa!"

   "I did, and he called back and told me to tell you that you that you
could make lots of money here modeling.  He sent me a card.  He's high up
in the company.  He said you look exactly like a famous model, what's her
name?  Jeon Ji Hyun."

   "He did not say that."

   "He did," her father had said.  "I thought he was making it up so I went
to your uncle's house.  He has the Internet.  We looked her up.  Your aunt
and uncle think she looks like your twin.  I think you're better looking of
course.  But the man from the modeling agency was right."

   Soo-Jung had laughed.  She had no doubt the man from the agency had said
it, but she wasn't ready to do anything like modeling.  "If I have to do
that, I will," Soo-Jung had told her father.  "But right now I'm happy."

   On this day, weeks later, they were about to set out on what apparently
was going to be a Holyoke extended family tradition -- the annual summer
trip to his parent's vacation cabin.  The family had met at the cabin en
masse for the first time last year and Dale and all of his siblings had
deemed it a smashing success, so Soo-Jung had concluded they were doomed to
repeat it.  She was 24, Dale was 27, and his parents were only in their
60s, so it looked like it was going to be one hell of a long tradition.

   It wasn't that she didn't like the Holyoke family.  In fact there were
several members whom she enjoyed very much.  It's just that there were
certain tensions that she could feel when she met with them.  There were
deep issues just beneath the surface.  It was an all-white family, and she
was tempted to blame racism, but she had no proof of that.  So she didn't
know what it was.  Just tension.

   The Chicago humidity pressed down on her and before long her light blue
blouse clung to her sweaty skin.  Finally she heard the door and looked up
to see Dale bounding down the condo steps.  He jumped into the driver's
seat, a la Dukes of Hazard, and yelled, "Yeee-haw!" She couldn't help but
laugh.  He whistled and ran a hand along her left leg.

   "Them shore are purty legs, Miss Daisy!" He said, in a fake Southern
accent.  "Mind if I have a look-see a little further up them thighs?"

   "Oh, stop," she said, with a giggle, but didn't stop him as he ran a
hand along her thigh.  He let out a low whistle.  "I could drive all day
next to those." He dug in his pocket for his keys and started the car.

   'Ready to go?" He said, excitedly.

   "Do I have to?"

   "Aw, don't be like that," he said.  He rubbed her thigh amorously but
this time she pulled away with a little roll of her eyes.  "What's the
matter?" He said.

   "It's a long drive, that's the matter," Soo-Jung said.

   "But it's worth it, isn't it?"

   "For you, maybe," she said.  "For me it's a long week of listening to
the same old stories that I can't relate to.  That, and hearing Tom talk
about farming and trying to look interested.  And seeing your sister glare
at me."

   "Only when you walk around the house half-naked," Dale said.

   "It's called wearing a bikini!" Soo-Jung cried.  "Sometimes women wear
those around the water, in case you haven't noticed!"

   "Oh, I've noticed," Dale said.

   "Sure you have.  Anyway, I just don't know what Phyllis's problem is. 
Is it because I'm Asian?"

   "No, that's not it.  It's simple.  She's worried about you corrupting
her son," Dale said, as he backed up the car.

   "Oh, sure," Soo-Jung said.  "Miss Holier-than-thou Phylliss, with her
son that she conceived with some stranger at a biker bar--"

   "I don't think it happened that way," Dale said, with a laugh, as they
pulled out of the driveway.  He turned the convertible onto the street.

   "How do you know?  Does anyone know who David's father is?"

   "It's the big family mystery," he said.

   "I think the only mystery is which parking lot it happened in," Soo-Jung
said.  "That's what I think about whenever she glares at me when I'm in my
bikini.  But honestly I don't think she ever liked me.  Even at the wedding
- on our wedding day!  - she was all weird with me."

   "It was that low-cut dress you were wearing," Dale quipped.  "She was
afraid you were corrupting me."

   Soo-Jung laughed.  "Okay, enough of that.  Whatever, you know?  I see
her only once a year so it's no big deal.  You know I have to rant about
your family every time we go to meet them."

   He looked at her.  "Can you at least pretend you're going to have fun?
You're so much prettier when you smile."

   Despite herself, she was flattered and flashed him a smile.  "Name one
thing that'll be fun for me when we get there and I'll pretend it's going
to be a blast."

   Dale looked forward and stroked his chin.  "Well," he said, "we'll go
swimming."

   "I can do that here."

   "My parents love you."

   "I don't need to go to Lake Ontario to confirm it," Soo-jung said.

   "Everyone in my whole family except Phyllis loves you.  Hell, even my
nieces and nephews love you."

   "How are they, anyway?  Your nieces and nephews.  We had a good time
playing with them last year."

   "There you go!" Dale exclaimed.  "I told you there was something good
about this trip.  They're fine."

   "Well, are they going to be there?"

   "Let's see," Dale said, thoughtfully.  "My brother Tom and his kids, Amy
and Conner, are going to be there, and my brother Harold and his son, Pete,
are going to be there.  Harold's wife can't make it, surprise surprise.  Of
course Phyllis will be there with David.  Oh, Tom's wife Beatrice will be
there, too."

   Soo-Jung thought about it.  "You know," she said, "for all of Phyllis's
faults - the main one being that she hates me -- she sure raised a good kid
in David.  Way beyond his years.  How old is he?"

   "He turned 13 in the spring," Dale said.

   "Interesting," Soo-Jung said.  "At that age they're usually the most
obnoxious things on the planet.  I wonder if he knows he was conceived in a
biker bar."

   "Oh stop it!" Dale said, with a laugh.  "Who knows, maybe his father is
a genius."

   "Maybe," Soo-Jung said.  "Too bad we'll never know!"

   "Anyway," Dale said, "I distinctly heard you say you liked someone in my
family.  That means we have the green light for a good time!"

   Soo-jung smiled.  She felt better now that a breeze was blowing against
her skin.  Maybe, she thought, the trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

   ***

   Dale guided the convertible out of the concrete jungle of Chicago, made
his way down to I-80, and before long he and Soo-jung were cruising toward
Lake Ontario.  Now and then he'd glance over at his wife to check her mood.
He was afraid she'd be in a funk for the trip but she actually seemed in
decent spirits.  He checked for cops and tried to make some time.  The
sooner Soo-jung got out of the car the better.  He knew she hated long car
rides.

   He was looking forward to the cabin.  Holyoke family gatherings were
bound to be interesting.  Each branch of the family had its own distinctive
character.  Tom, the oldest of Dale and his siblings, and the most
gregarious, always came from their small farm in southern Michigan with his
family.  Harold, the second oldest, usually came without his wife and
always tried to pretend his marriage was great.  Phyllis, a single mom,
came all the way from St.  Louis with her son.  She never missed a family
get-together.

   Dale was the youngest of the siblings.  The family considered he and
Soo-jung the two "hipsters" in the family.  They had met at college and
quickly fell in love, and after Soo-Jung graduated they got married, she
got her green card, and they started careers in the Windy City.  They had
no plans for children yet.  Soo-jung would always say, "I want to have a
little fun before I have children."

   Something in the way she said it, however, made Dale wonder if she ever
wanted to have kids.  One day he asked and she changed the subject.  He
wanted kids eventually, but she seemed deeply opposed to even the thought
of having kids.

   But in Dale's mind that all paled in importance compared to a fact that
he knew nobody would ever believe about their relationship.

   In two years of marriage he and Soo-Jung had never had intercourse.  In
fact she'd never had intercourse, period, and she seemed intent on keeping
it that way.  Sure, they had done just about everything else -- she gave
mind-blowing blowjobs, and she did allow him to rub his penis against her
pubic bone and come on her belly, so that they simulated sex -- but the
fact that she never consented to him penetrating her had been the source of
many fights.

   "I don't want to get pregnant," is all she'd say, when he protested. 
Ultimately, after many fights, he had no choice but to accept her
explanation, and by this point in their marriage Dale had given up asking
or hoping for it.  It still loomed in his mind, however, like a giant,
circling 747 slowly running out of fuel, and he had no idea when it was
going to crash and trigger the mother of all fights.  He wasn't sure the
marriage would survive if he confronted what was really at the core of her
abstinence.

   As they drove through the farmland he turned and smiled at her.  She
smiled back warmly and reached over to pat his leg.  Dale loved her like
mad, and he thought she loved him back, but he still felt like there was
much lurking behind her dark, striking almond eyes that he didn't know.

   ***

   The fact that Uncle Dale and Aunt Soo-jung were coming to the cabin was
great news for Dale's 13-year-old nephew, Dave.  Prior to this year he
might not have cared particularly if they came or not (though he'd always
liked Uncle Dale) but by the time August 2010 came around Dave was in the
grips of puberty.  He was growing leaps and bounds and apt to spring a
hard-on at any moment.

   He had developed an interest in females, to put it mildly.  To state it
more realistically there were times he felt like a caged and starving beast
straining at a hunk of bloody meat.  The problem was that he had a
voracious appetite for girls but he didn't have the know-how to do anything
about it, or even understand it, even if he had escaped his Puritanical
mother's oppressive web long enough to explore it.

   He had hit a peculiar landmark a few months before the upcoming
get-together at the cabin.  It was right about the time he began to notice
a little patch of hair emerging above his penis and the growing frequency
of random "stiffies," as they were called amongst his friends.  Dave was
having another one of his moments when he simply could not get girls out of
his head.  He wanted to hug them, to rub them, to devour them, do something
to them that he could not articulate.  During one of these girl fits he'd
learned that it helped to look at the underwear section of his mother's
Sears catalogues.  They were about the closest thing to porn he'd ever see
in his mother's house.

   For some strange reason looking at the women in underwear was like
throwing a scrap of meat to the caged beast.  It satisfied him, if only for
a little while.  But then he kept looking for more and more of it.

   But one day he discovered that his mother gathered up all the clothes
catalogues during trash night and tossed them in the recycling bin.  As
Dave searched for a suitable substitute he noticed a family photo high on
the shelf.  It was a couple years old but he'd never really noticed it
before.  It had been taken shortly before Uncle Dale and Aunt Soo-Jung's
wedding, when everyone had met at the beach.  Looking at it now, Dave could
understand why his mother had decided it was best to hide it from a boy in
puberty.

   In the photo you could see nearly the whole family except Uncle Dale,
who was taking the picture.  Aunt Soo-Jung was there, standing at the edge
of the picture, wearing a skimpy yellow bikini.  In his search for an
"action shot" Uncle Dale was about to bomb them all with a water balloon,
and everyone is laughing.  Aunt Soo-Jung was in mid-laugh and holding up
her hand as if to ward away the ballloon.

   Dave held the photo close to his face to have a good look at her.  He
concluded that she looked every bit as good as the women in the underwear
catalogues.  Better, even.  The funny thing was that Dave was standing next
to her in the photo and at the time he hadn't even noticed Aunt Soo-Jung's
body.  She even had her arm wrapped around his as she sought cover.  He was
just there grinning like an idiot.  If the same thing happened now his
penis would probably pop out of his swimsuit.

   While looking at her picture Dave had felt a twinge in his cock, the
first telltale sign of an oncoming stiffie.  He felt guilty about that, as
if he'd committed a crime against Uncle Dale, and he set the photo down to
go look for more catalogues.  Even after he found one, however, his mind
kept drifting back to the family photo.  The image of Aunt Soo-Jung turned
over and over in his mind.  Eventually he set down the underwear catalogue
and went back to it.  What harm is it, Dave thought, if it only occurs in
his mind?

   He got a magnifying glass and looked at how Aunt Soo-Jung's swimsuit
stretched over the mound between her legs, and dark patches that he
concluded were nipples showing through the thin cloth of her swimsuit.  Her
skin was unblemished, glowing.  He wondered how her skin felt and smelled.
He bet that it was soft and smooth and smelled sweet, like cherry blossoms.


   Dave had always liked Aunt Soo-Jung, in a detached and disinterested
sort of way, but he'd never thought about her very deeply.  He'd always
been too busy playing with Uncle Dale, actually.  Dave regarded his Korean
aunt as nice, and that was about it.  She was a curiosity, with the subtle
Asian slants of her eyes, her straight, black hair, and with the olive tone
of her skin, not to mention her accent.  After he had determined that she
was nice he had until now hardly thought about her.  But now she seemed
irresistible to Dave.

   As the cabin get-together drew near his guilt over his attraction to her
evaporated.  Yes, she was his aunt, but then there were all those exotic
features of hers to remind him that she wasn't really related to him.  The
thing inside him that came to yearn so strongly for Aunt Soo-Jung cared not
for such trivial matters as the fact that his uncle was married to the
object of his desire.  All that mattered to the caged beast inside Dave was
that Aunt Soo-Jung was an unrelated, extremely attractive female.

   God, he thought one day, what he wouldn't give to switch places with
Uncle Dale!  Just for a little while!  In church on Sunday he actually
prayed for it, knowing that his mother would be horrified if she knew.  But
the caged beast inside him could not be contained, particularly in the
boring pews at church, where his mind wandered everywhere.  And so he'd sit
there during the sermon and imagine himself in Dale's shoes, or his boxers,
rather, lying in bed with Aunt Soo-Jung, her smiling at him, and then
getting close to her and doing...  what, exactly?

   Dave soon gave up on the catalogues entirely and instead went through
the albums to compile a secret stash of Aunt Soo-Jung photos.  He couldn't
get enough of the curves and slopes of her body, and she was not afraid to
show them off, what with spaghetti strap tops and shorts that revealed her
long, shapely thighs.  From every angle her image never failed to make his
penis twitch.  He had to think about mowing the lawn to stop it from
swelling out of control.

   Dave began thinking about her while at school, and eventually he stuck a
picture of her in his backpack.  Soon, when he looked at her picture at
home -- especially when he looked at the bikini photo - he began letting
his penis get hard.  He had discovered that an erection felt nice when it
rubbed against the inside of his underwear, and that discovery led to his
experimenting with his hand.

   He began touching himself as he looked at her photo.  Her image before
him coupled with the feel of his hand on his cock somehow focused all his
senses.  One day as he gazed at her photo he wrapped his hand around his
shaft and stroked it.  The sensation just kept feeling better and better,
and he stroked himself harder and harder, almost in disbelief that anything
could feel this good, with a tingling spreading into his abdomen, when
suddenly he had the feeling that he was going to pee.  It was so urgent
that he dropped her photo and lurched toward the toilet.  To his shock he
couldn't hold it back, and suddenly urine was spewing everywhere.  He
winced as he forced his stiff penis to aim downward at the toilet.  Then he
noticed it wasn't urine -- it was a creamy white liquid that erupted out of
him in violent spurts.

   Dave was terrified.  He thought maybe something deep inside his penis
had broken, and this white liquid was some essential fluid leaking out --
maybe from his kidneys, or his spine -- and he was going to be very sick.
With shaking hands he cleaned the mess off the floor and toilet, aware of a
new and very distinct smell, and he vowed never to touch his penis again.
That night he prayed to God that he would be okay.

   He was withdrawn and nervous for a couple of days, nearly panicking at
every little ache and pain, until one day, as if by providence, they
started sex education at school.  His mother had forbidden him to take
part, but he had forged her signature on the consent slip because someone
said they were going to look at pictures of naked girls.  It was a lie, and
instead they were treated to dull and boring lectures focused on medical
drawings, but the discussion about sperm was very interesting.

   Dave did some more reading on his own in the library - taking care to
shield what he was reading from the librarian -- and discovered that he
hadn't caused any harm to himself when the white fluid came out.  In fact
it was quite normal.  He hadn't done anything that would send him to hell,
but instead he had experienced an orgasm.

   Relieved, Dave began to rest easy again.  And within a couple of days he
admitted to himself that an orgasm had felt pretty good.

   He returned to the photo of Soo-Jung and now he had some real fun with
it, rubbing himself and letting his mind take him fantastic places --
places where Soo-Jung was feeding him grapes without any clothes on and
even touching his penis with her hand -- until he would have an orgasm into
a well-positioned wad of Kleenex.

   Then he learned from sex ed the basics of how girls got pregnant.  The
information was delivered in a dry and vague way, of course, and it
emphasized responsibility and all kinds of other horse shit, but Dave did
learn that sex was more than just a girl touching your penis with her hand.
He was amazed to learn that women were designed so that you could actually
put your penis inside them.

   The teacher shied away from explaining the physics of how this act
occurred, but Dave deduced that it must feel something like how his hand
rubbed against the shaft of his penis during masturbation.  The lesson was
like a lightning bolt.  The mere thought of he and Aunt Soo-Jung taking
their clothes off and rubbing their bare bodies against each other, so that
his penis went inside her body - sweet God almighty, until he had an orgasm
inside her!  -- was enough to make him run home after school, retreat to
the bathroom with her photo, and summon the most intense orgasm he'd had
yet.

   *** Dale and Soo-Jung had finally reached the cabin.  It was
mid-afternoon when Dale's convertible rounded the final bend in the gravel
road, and they were greeted by the shimmering lake.  The cabin was big and
beautiful, two stories, with light brown logs and an open porch circling
the outside.  Soo-Jung had debated with Dale over whether his parents
should be spending that much money on a vacation home, but what was done
was done, and now there was no denying that it was a fine piece of
property.

   As they rolled toward it, Soo-Jung saw a figure on the porch.  "Who is
that?" She said, lifting her sunglasses.  "Is that Phyllis's son?"

   "That's David!" Dale said, then called out his name, lifted a hand, and
waved.  David looked up and waved back.

   "That IS him!" Soo-Jung exclaimed.  "Look how tall he's gotten!" And,
she thought, he was also well-proportioned.  Not like your typical gangly
13-year-old.

   Dale seemed to be thinking the same thing.  "Looks pretty developed. 
It's all the swimming he does, for the swim team," he said.  "Kids in
sports develop early."

   "Aw, he's a cutie," Soo-Jung said.  "I'll be the girls are all over
him."

   ***

   A flutter of excitement ran through Dave as Uncle Dale's convertible
approached.  He had arrived that morning with his mother, and since noon he
had lounged on the front porch, trying to look nonchalant even as he was so
excited to see Aunt Soo-Jung that he was almost trembling.

   He'd asked himself, What was the source of that excitement?  What was he
expecting -- that she'd actually screw him on this visit?  Hell, he
thought, there wasn't a prayer of that happening.  Not a prayer.  But his
body, ever the optimist, cared not for reason.  As far as his body was
concerned, the closer she was, the more chance he had of fucking her.

   As the convertible came to a stop before the porch Dave set down his
iPod and removed the earbuds.  He stood up and ambled down the porch steps,
trying to stay cool.  Uncle Dale got out of the car first, and then the
passenger door opened and Aunt Soo-Jung emerged.

   She was better than the photos.  She was dressed in a thin blue summer
dress that draped about her knees, with little spaghetti straps that
revealed her smooth shoulders.  About half her skin was showing, he
figured, just not the parts he dreamed about.  But she was incredible.  She
wore pink sandals with a flower on them that displayed her nice little feet
and ankles.  Her slender legs looked firm.  Her hair was pulled back,
giving Lucas a full view of her long neck and perfectly oval face.

   What was it, he thought as they smiled at each other and called hello,
that was so attractive about that face?  He watched her cross through the
sunlight toward him.  Her top hung just low enough to reveal a provocative
rise of skin to mark the outer edges of her breasts.  Then again, at that
moment just about everything about Aunt Soo-Jung was provocative for Dave.
He walked forward to greet them.

   "Is that you, David?" Soo-Jung cried, with her Korean accent, with a
laugh.  "Oh my goodness!  You've gotten so tall!"

   Dave blushed as she broke into a run and hugged him hello.  He hugged
her back, wrapping his arms around her tight little body, and she squeezed
him hard.  He thought about mowing grass in that moment so as to prevent
the onset of an embarrassing hard-on.

   Aunt Soo-Jung stepped back and looked over at Uncle Dale.  "Wow, I think
this is the first year I have to look up at David," she said, and it was
true.  Dave, at about 5-foot-8, had grown a couple inches since last year.

   Aunt Soo-Jung stepped forward so that she was standing close to Dave -
for a crazy instant he wondered if she was going to kiss him -- and then
she ran her hand from the top of her head to a mid-point on Dave's
forehead. She squealed.  "You HAVE been growing!  You're taller than me
now! That's not fair!"

   Dave basked in her fawning.  Then Uncle Dale came over and threw his arm
around him.  "He's still not taller than his uncle," he joshed, scraping
his knuckles into Dave's scalp and then sticking a finger in his ribs. 
"How's my favorite nephew?"

   "Aw, you say that to all of us, Uncle Dale," Dave said, shouldering him.


   "Oh, silly man, but we mean it with you!" Aunt Soo-Jung said, and patted
his arm.  Dave blushed and smiled appreciatively at her.

   "Come on!" Uncle Dale said.  "Let's go inside and see everyone!" They
went through the screen door and everyone inside let out a whoop of
welcome. Uncle Dale went to one of Dave's older cousins, Pete, threw his
arm around him, and loudly declared him his favorite nephew, while casting
a wink at Dave.  Aunt Soo-Jung frowned playfully and reached for Dave's
hand.

   "Remember what we told you!" She whispered into his ear, giving his hand
a squeeze.  He hardly heard her.  The mere feeling of her breath on his ear
sent a jolt through his penis.  The good feeling was squelched immediately,
however, at the sight of Pete leaping over the couch and embracing Aunt
Soo-Jung in a bear hug.  She squealed in delight and hugged him back
enthusiastically.  Pete was two years older than Dave, more confident, more
outgoing, and, Dave suspected, better liked by girls.  And now he had his
hands all over Aunt Soo-Jung.

   ***

   Pete breathed deep as he hugged Aunt Soo-Jung.  Her hair and skin
smelled sweet and he imagined what she looked like naked.  Pete had had the
hots for Aunt Soo-Jung ever since a trip to the beach shortly before her
marriage to Uncle Dale.  He'd snapped pictures of the group while they were
swimming at the beach, and later he cropped the photos so only she was in
it.  He'd kept them under the mattress and whacked off to them.

   At 15, Pete was deep in the throes of puberty and obsessed with the idea
of fucking Aunt Soo-Jung.  Earlier that year, in fact, he'd lost his
virginity to an Asian 8th grader whom he'd pursued relentlessly because of
her resemblance his aunt.  After that experience -- which was fucking
awesome and only stoked his sexual appetite -- he'd nurtured the idea that
maybe he could score with Aunt Soo-Jung at the cabin.  Pete thought that if
he flattered her enough, maybe she'd eventually give in.  The girl he'd
fucked had been so enamored with him, so maybe, he thought, he had the
special ability to attract Asian women.  He started in on Aunt Soo-Jung
right away.

   "Man, Aunt Soo-Jung, you look better all the time!" Pete exclaimed,
after he hugged her so long she had to push him away.  She looked puzzled
and he realized he was moving too fast.  It wasn't like she'd start tearing
her clothes off for him right away, right in front of Uncle Dale and all
these relatives!  Pete knew he had to be more subtle, and had to watch for
the subtle clues she would be sending him.

   "I mean, hey, I dated a girl who looked just like you, just earlier this
year," Pete said.

   "Really?" Aunt Soo-Jung said, with a funny smile.  She took a little
step back.  "Was she nice?"

   "Oh sure," Pete said.  "I mean, she didn't look exactly like you." He
sensed the awkwardness and thought maybe it was time to cut his losses. 
Too fast, Pete, too fast!  He glanced around and saw that his cousin, Dave,
was looking at him.  He cocked his head and went over.  "Hey man," he said.
"How's it hanging?"

   "Fine," Dave said.  "Sorry, I gotta go get something," he said, and
walked away.  Now it was Pete's turn to be confused.  Then something
occurred to him, and a little smile formed on his face.  Of course!  That
bastard probably just sprouted hairs between his legs, and now he had the
hots for Aunt Soo-Jung too!  He looked around for her.  Where'd she go? 
Oh, he thought with a grin, she wants him to come looking for her, so they
can talk in private!

   ***

   Soo-Jung went to the fridge to get a glass of lemonade to beat the heat.
The hot and humid weather wasn't the only "heat" around here.  Her brush
with Pete had been overwhelming.  The boy was pumping so full of hormones
that they were practically leaking out his ears.  He damn near tore her
dress off out there.  Of course his clueless father, Harold, wouldn't put a
stop to it, and Dale would never accuse his beloved nephews of such a
thing, so she had to take matters into her own hands.

   She braced herself as she saw him come sauntering toward her, but then
let out a sigh of relief as a horn sounded outside and everyone went to the
window.  She saw a giant RV pulling up to the cabin.  It was so tall that
it scraped the branches.

   "Uncle Tom!" Pete whooped.  Then everyone saw Tom sitting behind the
wheel and laughter erupted.  "What in the world is he doing driving THAT?"
said Dale's mother.  Everyone filed outside and Tom and family - kids, Amy
and Conner, and wife, Beatrice, her hair in a bun -- disembarked the RV
with big smiles.

   "Hey everyone!" Tom boomed.  "Like my new ride?  I call it the U.S.S. 
Holyoke!" Everyone laughed good-heartedly and Uncle Tom responded by
inviting everyone in for a tour.  They filed inside and saw an elaborate
spread of tables, a kitchen, bathroom, sitting area, television, bunk room
for the two kids, and, in the back, the master bedroom with a plush
king-sized bed.

   "This is incredible!" Soo-Jung said, genuinely impressed.  "You could
sleep here!  What are you going to do, live here from now on?"

   "Not at the cabin, darlin'," Uncle Tom said.  "At the cabin we like to
get nice and cozy with family.  This is for our road trip after this week.
No more hotels!  All we need is a parking lot!"

   Everyone laughed.  "And a couple hundred grand, right, Tom?" Harold
said.

   "Well, we had some dough socked away," Tom said.

   They admired the RV for a few more minutes, watched as Uncle Tom
demonstrated some features, and then headed back to the cabin.  Only then
did everyone stop for greetings.  She saw Uncle Tom's 14-year-old son,
Conner.  Just for show, Soo-Jung greeted him as enthusiastically as she had
Dave and Pete.  She wasn't so concerned about Dave as she was Pete.  He
needed a big hole poked in his ego balloon or else at some point he was
going to try to grope her.

   "Conner!" She squealed, and threw her arms around him.  As they embraced
she felt a very distinctive movement from beneath his basketball shorts. 
"Oh!" She said, backing away, then caught herself and pretended she hadn't
noticed.

   "You've grown, too!" She said.  Conner smiled sheepishly and dropped his
bag strategically over his midsection, said "nice to see you" and walked
quickly away.  Feeling besieged by testosterone, Soo-Jung let out a little
sigh.  The boys sure had grown.  She could tell that rough-housing with the
boys might be off-limits this year.

   ***

   Conner went to the bathroom and pulled down his pants.  His penis sprung
out like a jack-in-the-box.  Good Lord, he thought, he'd spent a bunch of
time thinking about Aunt Soo-Jung since last year, wondering if she thought
he was cute at all, and the first thing she did was practically start
shagging him as he got off the RV!  Not so fast, babe!  He wrapped his hand
in a backwards fist around his penis and rubbed it firmly as he closed his
eyes and imagined boning Aunt Soo-Jung.

   In his mind they were right in the middle of it, right there on the
beach.  She was on her back on a towel, and he was all mounted up with her
slim little legs wrapped tight around him.  She was crying out his name -
"Conner!  Conner!  Fuck me!  DO me!" -- as he boned her.  Then he was
coming all over the toilet.

   "Conner!" It was Amy, his sister, at the door.  "Are you coming out?  I
have to pee!"

   "Use the one in the RV!"

   "Dad says no!"

   Conner quickly mopped off the toilet, washed his hands, and exited the
bathroom, ignoring Amy's glare.  Then he went back to the group.  He sidled
over near Aunt Soo-Jung and hoped that she'd strike up a conversation with
him.

   ***

   Dave was still buzzing from his meeting with Aunt Soo-Jung when he felt
a tap on his shoulder.  He turned and saw his cousin Amy.  Dave knew she
had recently turned 12 and he was surprised how much she'd grown.  She was
slender and had a tight little top.

   "Hi Amy," he said.

   "Hi," she chirped back.  "Do you want to play `War' with me?"

   Dave smiled.  In prior family gatherings he and Amy had spent many hours
playing the card game.  "Maybe later," he said, his eyes crawling around
for Aunt Soo-Jung.

   "We could play out in my dad's camper," Amy said.

   "Sure," Dave replied.  Amy seemed pleased and went off.  What was that
all about?  Dave thought.  She'd never been so anxious to play cards with
him before.  In fact the only reason they played at all before is because
he always brought up the idea and she merely went along.

   He soon forgot about it, however, as he watched Aunt Soo-Jung.  Once he
found her he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

   ***

   Dale started in on the beer.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see
his Pete and Conner hovering over Soo-Jung.  Earlier he'd seen Pete pawing
Soo-Jung and even noticed Conner's awkwardness around her.  Dale knew
exactly what was going on.  He had been a teenager not too long ago, after
all.  He knew it shouldn't bother him - especially not him, of all people,
seeing as there was essentially no chance of his wife straying, and of
course not with a 15-year-old relative, for pete's sake -- but nonetheless
it did.

   The more beer he drank, the more he thought he should say something
about the boys' behavior to Conner and Pete's fathers.  So at some point,
when Tom, Harold, and Dale were gathered around talking about upcoming
football season, Dale looked over and saw Soo-Jung surrounded by Conner and
Pete, trying to angle herself around a corner so they couldn't get too
close.  "Hey," he said, to his brothers, "did you guys forget to give your
boys their puberty pills?"

   His brothers followed his gaze and saw their sons talking to Soo-Jung.
They watched for a moment and then turned back to Dale.  "What's that
again, what kind of pill?" Tom said, puzzled.

   "Well, it looks like the boys are about to drag off Soo-Jung," Dale
said.

   Tom and Harold looked back at their sons for a moment.  "Wellll, come on
now," Harold said.  "They're your nephews.  Relax.  We ain't exactly at the
dance club, killer.  It just looks like they're having a good time.  You
didn't get all huffy about it a couple of years ago at the beach when she
was wrestling with them in the hotel room, for gosh sakes."

   Dale realized he was coming off as insecure.  "I'm not huffy, I'm just
saying," he said.  "I'm not really worried." His brothers looked at him
quizzically for a moment, shrugged, smirked, and then resumed talking
football.  Embarrassed yet thankful the moment had passed, Dale took
another drink and looked back at Soo-Jung.  He felt better.

   ***

   Dale's nephew, Dave, sulked in the corner as he watched Pete and Conner
talk to Aunt Soo-Jung.  Dave carried his half of a detached conversation
with Amy about school but his attention was on the threesome in the corner.
The worst part was that Aunt Soo-Jung seemed to be truly enjoying Pete and
Conner's company.  They were so damn obvious, he thought, and he wondered
why she didn't notice it, too, and shoo them off to take a cold shower or
something.

   Then the crazy thought occurred to him that maybe Aunt Soo-Jung wanted
them to be this way.  That maybe she was somehow into teenage boys, and she
and Uncle Dale had some fucked up agreement where she could screw anybody
she wanted, and that maybe his dream could come true.  Part of him hated
that thought, however, because if anyone scored with her on this trip, it
was now clear that it wouldn't be him.  He had hardly the guts to talk to
her, and yet there was Pete practically hitting on her.

   Amy sighed at Dave's forlorn attitude and left.  Dave looked out the
window for a few minutes, but then he was surprised to see Aunt Soo-Jung
standing next to him.  "So how's it going?" She asked.  "I needed some air
so I thought I'd come over here to talk to the quiet guy.  Everything going
okay?"

   "Sure, everything's fine," he said, casting a glance at Conner and Pete.
They were talking to each other and watching him at the same time.

   "That's it?  Fine?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Boy, I can't get Pete to shut
up, and you're the opposite." She laughed, and Dave laughed with her.  In a
moment they were talking about school and sports.  She wanted to hear about
his swimming, and she complimented him over how developed he was "for a
13-year-old." Before long he noticed his mother out of the corner of his
eye, hovering.  His mother stayed there until Aunt Soo-Jung asked him if he
had any girlfriends.

   "David," his mother interrupted, "could you go get our bags out of the
car?  We forgot to bring them in."

   "Huh?  Oh, sure, Mom," he said.

   "Hi Phyllis," Aunt Soo-Jung said.

   "Soo-Jung," Dave's mother said, tepidly.  Dave took the keys and went
out the door to the car.  As he left he looked back, assuming that his
mother would be chatting with Aunt Soo-Jung.  Instead, Aunt Soo-Jung was
standing alone and his mother was nowhere near.  Conner and Pete were
moving in.

   That night, however, after dinner, Dave again received Aunt Soo-Jung's
attention.  When they ran short of cards in the card game Phase 10, Aunt
Soo-Jung declared that she and Dave would form a team.  He handled the
cards and she spent the time leaning over his shoulder and giving him
directions.  Her breath melted him like cheese on the grill and he felt
himself growing hard.  He was glad he had on his long shorts, and that the
table had a long tablecloth, as he had to angle the erection up along his
thigh so that it wasn't noticeable.  He kept noticing his mother glowering
at them, however, and that put a damper on things.

   Later in the evening it was decreed that since Dave was a teenager he
was old enough to stay up late and play charades with the adults.  He was
on a team with Aunt Soo-Jung and Uncle Harold.  Dave's mother said that he
had to block his ears and eyes for the "naughty" clues, but of course it
was impossible to enforce, and someone played a joke when it was Dave's
turn and he saw that the word was "sex." He turned a bright red and looked
toward his Mom.  "I don't know if I should--"

   "Oh come on!" Uncle Tom yelled playfully -- there had been quite a bit
of drinking -- and everyone but his mother joined in the cajoling.  "Don't
tell us you don't know what it is!" Uncle Tom said, and everyone laughed
heartily.  Dave's mother, outnumbered, looked away, giving him the subtle
go-ahead.

   Dave smiled, but he felt a deep strike of terror.  He puzzled over it,
then remembered sex ed.  With a shrug, he made a fist, then drove his
finger into the curl of his palm.  There was a moment of silence, then roar
of laughter and gasps.  Aunt Soo-Jung yelled "Sex!" and Dave nodded, and
everyone broke down into a laughing fit.

   "David," said his mother, "how did you think of THAT clue?" There was
another roar of laughter, and Dave turned bright red.

   "Oh come on, Phyllis," Aunt Soo-Jung called.  "He's 13!  He knows more
than we do!" More laughter, but Dave saw that his mother looked like she
had been stricken.  When Dave sat down in his spot next to Aunt Soo-Jung
playfully patted his knee.  "Great clue!  So...  vivid!" Aunt Soo-Jung
said, and there were more hoots and laughter.

   "I don't know, Soo-Jung got that clue awfully fast!" Uncle Harold
called, and there were more raucous laughs.  "I'd keep an eye on her if I
were you, Dale!" Aunt Soo-Jung grabbed the pillow from behind Dave and
bopped Uncle Harold with it.  Aunt Soo-Jung's beer fell to the floor,
people sprang up to clean it, and the laughter dissolved in the task.  Dave
stood up to get some paper towels, but his mother grabbed his wrist.

   "This game," his mother announced, trying to smile, "is over!  At least
for David and I it is.  David, off to bed!"

   The laughter died away.  "Aw, Phyllis, don't be like that," Aunt
Soo-Jung said.  "Is it really a surprise that boys know a little bit about
sex?"

   Phyllis's jaw dropped, then snapped shut.  "No, Soo-Jung, I guess it
isn't." She said it with some weight, enough so that everyone knew there
was some underlying meaning to it, and by the way she was looking at Aunt
Soo-Jung, there was no doubt at whom it was directed.

   "What's THAT supposed to mean, Phyllis?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.

   "Ladies!" boomed Dave's grandfather.  "Come on, now, we're just having a
little fun here!  Phyllis, calm down, honey, and accept the fact that your
son is growing up.  Dale?"

   Uncle Dale reached over and put a hand on Aunt Soo-Jung's arm.  "She
didn't mean anything by it, babe," Uncle Dale said.

   Aunt Soo-Jung forced a smile.  "Of course not," she said.  "Sorry,
Phyllis."

   Dave's mother let out a little grunt and left the room wordlessly.  Dave
looked around and figured that he'd better leave too.  He looked back over
his shoulder and Aunt Soo-Jung gave him an apologetic little wave.  Pete
and Conner smiled wolfishly, and Pete formed a fist with one hand and
deliberately drove a finger into it.  Then he waved goodbye to Dave.

   *** Soo-Jung fumed.  She'd had it with Phyllis treating her like a
little tramp.

   "Don't `babe' me," she hissed at Dale after charades, after they'd gone
to bed.  "You took her side!"

   "I didn't!" Dale pleaded.  "I was just trying to make peace.  I don't
think she meant anything by what she said."

   "Are you dense?" Soo-Jung said.  "How could you NOT think she meant
anything by what she said?  She thinks I'm the reason boys chase girls!"

   "Baby--"

   "Don't!" Soo-Jung spat.  "You ALWAYS take her side!  Always, always,
always!" She turned her back on him and closed her eyes, trying to fall to
sleep and forget it.  This had been such a good day until Phyllis turned
into a bitch.

   ***

   Pete lay in his bed, wide awake.  He couldn't believe how things had
turned out that evening.  After all the effort he'd spent trying to get
Aunt Soo-Jung's attention, she showered virtually all her attention on his
younger cousin, Dave.  Pete took heart in the idea that she was just
playing hard to get.  He formed a plan.  Pete was a competitive person, and
he found that the competitive spirit was a great tool to get what he
wanted.

   When he was certain everyone had fallen asleep, Pete got out of bed and
tip-toed over to Conner and Amy's room.  He shook Conner awake.  "Come with
me," he whispered, so Conner's little sister wouldn't wake up and squeal on
them.

   "Why?" Conner moaned.

   "Just do it," Pete said.  "It'll be a good time."

   Conner grumbled but got up and followed, as Pete knew he would.  Next
they went to Dave's room.  Pete opened the door, walked to his bed, reached
down and woke him up.  "Come with us," Pete said.  "We want to talk about
something."

   "What is it?" Dave mumbled, annoyed.  Pete lowered his mouth to his ear
and whispered dramatically: "Aunt Soo-Jung."

   A moment later all three boys were outside.  They moved off the porch
and leaned on the cars.  "So Dave," Pete said, "what's cooking with you and
Aunt Soo-Jung?"

   "What are you talking about?" Dave said.

   "She sure heaped a bunch of attention on your cute little head," Pete
said, baring that wolfish smile again.

   Dave shrugged.  "I don't know," he said.  "She's talking to you guys,
too."

   Pete shrugged.  He looked around.  "Well, I know puberty when I see it,
and I can see the both of you have a thing for Aunt Soo-Jung.  Am I right?
Don't lie to me." Conner and Dave looked at each other, then back at Pete,
and said nothing.

   "That's what I thought," Pete said.  "And you may not have noticed, but
so do I.  Boys, I've been watching her for a while.  Send my apologies to
Uncle Dale, but it's the truth.  That's why I want to have a little wager
with you.  I'll bet you $25 that I give Aunt Soo-Jung the bone this week."

   Dave and Conner looked at each other.  "No way," Conner said, with a
snort.

   "Yes way," Pete said.  "I can tell she wants it.  I can SMELL it."

   "She was talking to Dave all night," Conner said.  "If anything she
wants HIM to fuck her!"

   "That's the way women work," Pete said.  "They don't want to look too
eager to the guys they really like, so when they're all in company together
the women pay attention to the losers.  That's why when they pay attention
to you during boring shit like family games it means you don't have a
chance.  Not a chance.  Sorry, Dave.  No offense.  You're just too damn
young for her."

   "Well she was ignoring me too," Conner said.  "Does that mean I have a
chance?

   "Wanna bet?" Pete said.  "$25 says I bone her first."

   "You're on," Conner said.

   ***

   Dave saw Pete look over at him.  "You in, Dave?" He said.  Dave snorted.
"Naw," he said.  The truth was he didn't think he had a chance.  He wasn't
sure if Pete or Conner had a chance, but even if they didn't, he knew one
of them would probably lie and say they had sex with her.

   "C'mon, you're in," Pete said.  "You're in.  Sure you are."

   Just then they heard a footstep coming from the dark and they turned to
see Uncle Dale emerging from the shadows.  He did not look happy.

   ***

   Dale couldn't believe it.  He had been on a little walk to cool down
after his fight with Soo-Jung.  Upon his return he had heard voices, and
recognized the boys.  Still suspicious of their motives with Soo-Jung, he
crept closer, straining to hear what they were saying.  And it turned out
to be a casino game, with his wife as the game piece.

   As he stormed toward them he wasn't so angry at their dishonoring his
marriage as he was at the thought of them doing something to his wife that
he'd never been able to do.  Because that little something inside him kept
saying that it was possible, even as the premise seemed ridiculous.

   "Lemme tell you something," he said to the boys, as they whirled on him,
stunned.  "None of you have a chance with my wife.  I know that for a FACT.
I'll bet you 500 goddam dollars that she doesn't even lay a hand on you all
this week.  Are we on?"

   The boys just stood there, too scared to talk.

   "Are we on?" Dale repeated.

   "Uncle Dale," said Dave, "I didn't bet."

   "Sure you didn't," Dale said.  "Are we on?"

   When he heard no response, he sneered.  "I'll take that as a yes," he
said.  "I know all about hormones, boys, but you should really watch your
fucking mouths.  This time it got you in trouble." He turned and walked
toward the cabin.

   "Sorry, Uncle Dale," Pete called after him.  Dale just shook his head
and walked inside.

   ***

   "Shit," Conner said, after Uncle Dale had left.  "Where are we going to
get $500?"

   Pete waited for a moment until he was sure they were alone.  He turned
and slugged Conner in the shoulder.  "You dumbass, this is the best thing
to happen to us all year!  $500!"

   "No, dumbass," Conner said, "we pay HIM $500 if she doesn't touch us!"

   "No shit," Pete said.  "You think I'm stupid?  I can guarantee you she's
gonna bone one of us this week.  I can SMELL it."

   "You're an idiot, Pete," Conner moaned.  "I think we're out $500.  I
don't have $500!"

   "Aw, don't whine, you baby," Pete said.  "I guarantee you we'll win.  I
can smell it."

   ***

   Soo-Jung had heard it all.  Their bedroom window was open over the cars,
and she was still awake when the boys started talking.  She couldn't sleep
after the fight with Dale.  She heard the boys when she went to the
bathroom and stood by the window to listen, curious at first, then started
shaking her head as she heard the details of their conversation.  It wasn't
a surprise how Pete and Conner felt - she wasn't sure about Dave, to be
fair, since he'd been so quiet - but she was surprised how they talked
about her.

   Then she heard Dale arrive, took some satisfaction in hearing his angry
tone, but then she was shocked when she heard what he said.  When Dale came
into the room he saw her standing next to the window. 
"Babe--Soo-Jung--you're awake!" he said.

   "You're damn right I am," she said.  "I heard what you said out there to
the boys."

   Dale let a long pause pass.  "Sorry you had to hear that," he said. 
"Those dumb kids, can you believe it?"

   "Nevermind them, what else do you expect from Pete," Soo-Jung growled.
"But YOU!  Is that what I'm worth to you?  $500?"

   "What?  Babe, you didn't hear the whole conversation--"

   "I heard enough.  You bet those boys $500 that they wouldn't fuck me!"

   "Jesus!  Would you keep your voice down?  Listen, that WASN'T what I
said--"

   "Shut up," she said, and leaned close to him.  "You think I'm such a
cheap whore, maybe I'll let them fuck me.  What do you think of that?"

   She saw Dale's face go slack.  She realized that maybe she'd pushed
things too far.  A cloud passed over his face.  "I never said you were a
whore.  I bet them $500 that you wouldn't lay a hand on them," he said,
slowly.  "There's a BIG difference!"

   "You're damn right there is," she hissed.

   "Tell me about it," he shot back.

   "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

   His voice dropped.  The walls were thin and she knew that he was afraid
of people listening in.  "Well maybe I wouldn't be so bloody defensive
about their little bet if we actually DID have sex!"

   "Oh, here we go again."

   "Again?  We never resolved it in the first place!"

   "Wrong," she said.  "I told you I don't want to get pregnant.  You just
can't accept it."

   "Well maybe because there are only a thousand different types of birth
control, so that people CAN have sex without worrying about babies!" Dale
said.

   "So what do you want me to say?" Soo-Jung hissed.  "That I think having
a cock shoved in my vagina is disgusting?  Fine.  I hate the idea of having
a penis inside me.  There.  Satisfied?"

   Dale paused.  "Is that true?"

   "Yes!"

   Another pause.  "You could have told me this sooner."

   "Would it have made a difference in how things turned out between us?"

   "Well, I don't know--"

   "I can't believe it!"

   "It's kind of a significant thing, don't you think," Dale said, "asking
someone to never have sex?"

   "I suck your dick whenever you want!"

   "PLEASE keep your voice down!" He said.  "That's different.  It's nice,
but we're not...  as close as we could be."

   "Oh, hell with it," she said.  "I suck your penis until my jaw is sore
whenever you want it, I get in the shower and pull your cock like a fucking
slot machine whenever you ask for it, I rub your cock with my tits until
you come on my face, I rub your cock with my feet, and all you can do is
complain about the one thing I don't want to do.  Fuck you.  And how did we
get onto this, anyway?  This all started when you put a bet on my vagina.
It's not ME who should be explaining myself!"

   "Soo-Jung--"

   "Don't talk to me!" She cried.  He was smart, and he didn't.  She
stormed out.  She found the couch and lay there, boiling.  Angry thoughts
funneled at Dale and Pete - Dale for his bet, and Pete for his typical
objectification of her body.

   She had quite a temper.  Gradually, a plan began to take shape in her
head.

   ***

   Pete had heard Uncle Dale's fight with Aunt Soo-Jung, and even though he
couldn't tell what they were saying he considered it a good thing.  He'd
heard of angry wives going off and fucking some random dude and he thought
maybe this would happen with him.

   His door was open slightly and his stomach leaped as he heard Uncle
Dale's door open.  He looked out and saw Aunt Soo-Jung close the door
behind her.  She was alone.  She made her way across the living room,
looked around, and lay on the couch.

   Good God, he thought, this was it!  The signal!  He got out of bed,
grabbed a breath mint, straightened his hair, rolled on some deodorant, and
walked out the door in his boxers and tee-shirt.

   He made like he was going to the kitchen to get some water.  Then, as he
passed the couch, he stopped.  "Aunt Soo-Jung?" He said.  "Is that you?"

   "Hello Pete," she said, flatly.  "I needed some air."

   "Oh," he said, "I was just getting some water.  You want some?"

   "Sure."

   He retrieved two glasses of water and brought one to her.

   ***

   Soo-Jung thanked Pete for the water.  The wheels in her head were
turning.  "Have a seat," she said, patting the cushion beside her.  "Let's
chat." She saw that Pete could hardly contain himself.  He had an erection,
she noticed, as he tried to cover it.  Poor little thing.  He had no idea.

   "What do you want to talk about?" Pete said, as they sipped water.

   "Oh, I don't know," she said.  "Are you interested in Asian girls,
Pete?"

   Pete looked at her and cocked his head.  "Well, sure," he said, with a
ridiculous grin.

   "So what about this Asian girlfriend you mentioned?" Soo-Jung said. 
"Anything happen there?"

   "Well, um--"

   "You can tell me," Soo-Jung said, dropping her voice.  "It'll be our
secret."

   "Well, sure, something happened," he exclaimed.

   "I mean, did you..." Soo-Jung waggled her eyebrows at him.

   "Did we what?"

   Soo-Jung formed a fist with her right hand and drove her left index
finger into it, rubbing it back and forth.  Pete's eyes got about as big as
saucers.  "Well, yes," Pete said.  "Yes it did."

   "Was it nice?"

   "Yeah," Pete said.  "It was really nice."

   "Hmmm," Soo-Jung said dreamily.  "I'll bet she liked it too.  I'll bet
she liked it a lot."

   Before Pete could say anything, Soo-Jung finished her water and stood
up. "Good night, Pete," she said.  "Maybe we'll ...  talk more later?"

   Pete nodded enthusiastically.

   ***

   Pete went back to his room.  He was almost skipping.  He couldn't
believe it!  He was going to get laid by Aunt Soo-Jung!  Unbelievable!  He
lay down and beat off furiously.  In his mind she was on the couch, on her
hands and knees, grunting like a dog as he thrust his cock into her pussy
from behind.

   He stopped before he came and he got off the bed.  Bare naked, he went
back out to the living room with his raging hard-on leading the way.  If
she was still on the couch he was going to say nothing, just get on her and
fuck her brains out, like he knew she wanted it.  But she was gone.

   ***

   Amy woke up.  At first she wasn't sure what woke her but she grimaced as
she felt a little dampness between her legs.  Damn, she thought, she was
getting another period?  It was just a couple weeks ago that she'd had her
first.  It had been a traumatic experience for her, with her blood leaking
out and staining her dress, but her friend, Clarisse, had had a couple
periods already and she put it all into perspective.

   "Every month it happens until you die or something," Clarisse had said,
in the cool tone of an old hand.  "Don't get all upset about it."

   But Amy was sure it had only happened two weeks ago.  As she lay there
in the cabin, however, something clearly had happened down there.  She got
up, searched her bag, and remembered that she had left the tampons in the
camper.  She threw on a robe and her flip-flops and went out.

   When she got to the camper she stopped.  The door was ajar and inside
she could see a light.  Figuring it was her mom or dad, she opened the door
and went in.  She was surprised to see Aunt Soo-Jung reclined on the couch,
with an arm over her eyes.

   "Aunt Soo-Jung!" Amy said.  "What are you doing here?"

   Aunt Soo-Jung sat up.  "Oh, Amy, I'm sorry if I surprised you," she
said. "I just needed some air and as it turns out your father didn't lock
the camper.  I'm fighting with Dale.  What are YOU doing here?"

   "Just came to get something," Amy said, walking in.  She paused.  Aunt
Soo-Jung might have something to say on the topic of periods.  "I came out
here for my tampons."

   Aunt Soo-Jung nodded.  "Tampons?  Really?  You're having periods now?"

   "Just started," Amy said.  "I had one a couple of weeks ago."

   Aunt Soo-Jung chuckled as she drew her hair back behind her head.  "You
and me are on the same schedule.  I had mine a couple weeks ago, too.  How
do they feel?  Do you feel like a woman now?"

   "It's kind of weird," Amy said.  "I really wish they didn't come every
two weeks."

   Aunt Soo-Jung frowned quizzically.  "They don't.  They come every four
weeks."

   "But I'm having one right now."

   "I don't think so, dear," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "There's something else
going on.  Maybe you had a wet dream.  Or maybe something to do with your
ovulation."

   `What's that?"

   Aunt Soo-Jung waved a hand.  "Nevermind.  Talk to your mother about that
one."

   Amy went to her things, found the tampon, and retreated to the bathroom.
When she investigated the dampness between her legs she discovered that
indeed it was not a period, but rather just some other bodily function that
she had yet to understand.  She walked back out.  "You were right," she
said to Aunt Soo-Jung.  "It wasn't a period."

   "The body is a strange thing," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Were you having any
sexy dreams?"

   "Well..." She said.  In fact she had.  She could only vaguely recall it,
but her cousin Dave had played an important role.  Amy sat down beside her
aunt.  "So Aunt Soo-Jung," she said, "who's your favorite niece or nephew?"


   "You, of course."

   "No, really."

   "What makes you think it couldn't be you?"

   "Because I think your favorite one would be one of the boys.  A nephew."


   Aunt Soo-Jung laughed.  "Why do you think that?"

   "Because the boys like you.  I thought maybe it's because you like
them."

   "Well, I do like them."

   "No, I mean LIKE them," Amy said.

   Aunt Soo-Jung gasped.  "That's a horrible thought."

   "Whatever," Amy said, twirling her hair with a finger.  "But I think
every boy must like you.  You're so pretty.

   Aunt Soo-Jung smiled.  "Well, they'll be starting to like you, too. 
Look at you!  You're a woman now!  Boobs and everything!  And so pretty! 
You've really grown this past year."

   Amy laughed.  No adult had ever spoken to her that way before,
particularly not her straight-laced mother.  She began to feel more
comfortable.  "Well," she said, "I know for sure that Dave likes you."

   Aunt Soo-Jung snorted.  "Funny that it's Dave that you notice.  He's the
least obvious."

   "Really?  Who's the most obvious?"

   "Nevermind.  It's not an issue worth talking about, dear.  I'm their
aunt."

   "So?  It's not like they're your brothers.  Do you ever think about
kissing Dave?"

   "Amy!"

   "I'm just telling you what they're thinking."

   Aunt Soo-Jung raised an eyebrow.  "Did they tell you this?"

   "No," Amy said.  "Aunt Soo-Jung, is it normal to like one of your
cousins?"

   Aunt Soo-Jung looked at her crosswise.  `Well, honey, it's not unheard
of.  You're not a freak or anything if you like a cousin.  But you really
shouldn't pursue it.  Or talk about it."

   "Oh," Amy said.

   "Is it David?" Aunt Soo-Jung said, after a pause.  "He's cute."

   "Oh my God," Amy said.  "You like him!  I knew it!"

   "Oh, stop.  I don't like him THAT way, dear," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "I'm
just making an observation.  He's cute.  Don't change the subject.  He's
the one you like?"

   Amy looked off.  "Yeah," she said.  "I know I shouldn't."

   "Don't worry about it, dear, you hardly ever see him.  It's just
natural. Your body is telling you one thing and the rules are telling you
another."

   "Funny," Amy said.  "That's what the boys are thinking when they have
their crush on you."

   "Oh, stop, please!"

   "Will it go away?  My crush on Dave, I mean?"

   "When you meet someone nice.  Someone NOT your cousin."

   Amy smiled.  "You know, Aunt Soo-Jung, sometimes there's a little voice
that tells me things, I don't know how to explain it, it just kind of comes
up in my mind like a suggestion.  This little voice is never wrong.  And
the little voice just told me that you've got a big crush on Dave.  And it
told me you're going to tell him about it right here in this camper."

   Aunt Soo-Jung looked for a long moment.  "Amy," she said, "that's very,
very odd."

   "Good night, Aunt Soo-Jung."

   "Good night, Amy."

   ***

   Soo-Jung watched Amy get up and prance out the camper door.  Once the
girl was out the door Soo-Jung shook her head.  She was quite a character,
that Amy.  And she had a very strong attraction for David.

   And what about that thing she just said about a crush?  Sure, David was
cute, but-

   Soo-Jung frowned.  She just realized that that was at least the third
time that the word cute had come to mind first when she described David. 
Flustered, she got up, shut off the light and headed back to the cabin. 
Ridiculous, she thought.  Look at what Amy had started.  Utterly
ridiculous.

   It was time to think more about how to teach Dale a lesson.

   ***

   The breakfast table the following morning was unusually quiet.  Soo-Jung
was still in her room and Dale was lost in thought.  The three boys were
afraid to make eye contact with anyone.

   "Whoo-eee," Tom said.  "Did I miss the big party last night or what? 
Everyone hung over?"

   There were a few chuckles but it didn't break the mood.  Even Pete was
quiet as he wolfed down his cereal.  It went that way for a while until
suddenly Soo-Jung strolled out of the bedroom.  Dale's mother blinked and
squinted her eyes.  Phyllis let out a little gasp.  Pete dropped his spoon.


   Soo-Jung was dressed in a skimpy red bikini and nothing else but a towel
over her arm and a pair of flip flops.  Every male in the room pretended it
was no big deal, but indeed it was the best thing that had happened to any
of them since they last checked the Playboy magazine.

   "Good morning!" Soo-Jung said, brightly, and grabbed a bagel and glass
of orange juice as she passed the breakfast table.  "I'm going swimming! 
Anyone want to join?" She continued without waiting for an answer and
walked out the front door.

   "I don't think you could keep the boys away from the water this morning
with a team of horses," Tom uttered into his coffee, eliciting a few
snickers around the table.  Dale didn't laugh.  He got up and brought his
things to the sink.

   "Everything alright, Dale?" His mother asked.

   "Fine," he said.  "I'm going swimming, too.  Pete, Conner, Dave, you
want to come?" There was no way he was going to sit around the cabin while
those three horn-balls frolicked around the water with his half-nude wife.

   Pete and Conner looked at each other.  "Sure," Pete said, with a grin as
wide as the grill on Tom's RV.

   ***

   "I can't," Dave said.

   "You CAN'T?" Pete said.  "What's up, you have homework or something?"

   "I mean I don't feel like it," Dave said, and got up.  He went to his
room, grabbed a book, and tried to read.  He kept thinking about Aunt
Soo-Jung in her swimsuit.  His mind played on the image again and again,
and before he knew it he had a raging hard-on.  He wrapped his hand around
his cock, but then thought twice of it, and stood up to go to the window.

   He could see Aunt Soo-Jung bantering with Pete, Conner, and Uncle Dale
at the pier.  They were laughing and joking.  Suddenly she pushed Pete
backward and he fell into the water, to the laughs of the others.  Soon
enough they were all in the water.

   He watched as Aunt Soo-Jung pulled herself out of the water, dripping
wet.  His hand drifted down to his rock-hard shaft and he began to stroke
it.  He would have gone all the way, too, but there was a knock at the
door. He hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants and turned just as
his cousin Amy came in.

   Amy was a year younger than him but tried to act like she was much
older. She leaned up against the door frame and cocked a hip.  "Your mom's
looking for you," she said.

   "Tell her I'm in here," Dave said.

   "Are you?" Amy said.  "Or are you wishing you were at the pier?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Uh huh," Amy said.  She came to the window and stood next to Dave.  She
looked outside and saw that Dave had been watching the pier.  She tsked. 
"So you think Aunt Soo-Jung is cute like Conner does?" She said,
conspiratorily.

   Dave shrugged.  "I dunno."

   Amy smiled up at him.  "Sure you do.  I think she likes you, you know.
And I don't mean just like.  I mean LIKE."

   "Why do you think that?"

   "Because she looks at you when she thinks nobody's looking!" Amy said.
She folded her arms.  "But I think you should stick with girls your own
age."

   Just then Dave's mother came in.

   "Hi, Aunt Phyllis!" Amy chirped, metamorphing back into the wide-eyed
kid that the adults expected her to be.  She even seemed to regain her
little girlish slump in her shoulders.  "I found him!"

   "Thanks, Amy," Dave's mom said.  "Can Dave and I talk alone?"

   "Sure!" Amy said, and ran out.  Dave's mom walked over to the window
where he stood and they watched the swimming action together.  They
chuckled together at the antics.

   "Why don't you join them?" his mother said, finally.

   "Don't feel like swimming," Dave said.  In truth he was afraid he'd pop
a hard-on around Aunt Soo-Jung.

   "Okay," she said, with a shrug.  "Probably for the better, anyway. 
Don't tell anyone I said this, but Aunt Soo-Jung is such a tease.

   "A tease?"

   "No wonder Dale is so upset, with her flaunting herself around like
that," she said, acidly.  When Dave didn't say anything, his mother smiled
and patted his shoulder.  "I guess I'm just jealous of her youth," she
said. "Have you noticed her?"

   "Oh, Mom," Dave said.

   "That's okay," she said.  "I know you're getting curious about girls. 
Don't worry.  You'll meet someone nice someday." She let a pause pass. 
"Just remember, you'll meet someone nice and APPROPRIATE.  Someone your
age. Okay?  Some girls," she said, "like to lead boys on.  They like boys
chasing them like puppy dogs, and that's all they want.  That's what I mean
by a tease."

   Dave frowned.  "Well, she wasn't teasing Uncle Dale."

   "What do you mean?" His mother said.

   "Well, she wanted him to do more than just chase her, right?  You just
said all she wanted was for boys to chase her."

   His mother pressed her lips.  "I suppose," she said.  "And now they're
married and yet she still wears swimsuits like that.  Old habits die hard,
I guess.  Just remember that you shouldn't read too much into her behavior.
Don't let your mind wander.  You're here to swim and run and play, right?"

   "Yes, Mom."

   After she left, Dave watched Aunt Soo-Jung some more.  He wanted to beat
off but he didn't dare knowing that someone might just pop in.  One thing
was for sure -- his mother had no idea how much he'd noticed Aunt Soo-Jung.


   ***

   The horseplay was in full swing at the end of the pier.  It was like
king of the hill, with all of them pushing each other off the edge.  Aunt
Soo-Jung would launch herself like a missile at them, and if they were the
least bit surprised they would both go crashing into the water below.

   Once, after she knocked Conner into the lake, he grabbed her arm as they
fell and they crashed to the water together.  They came to the surface,
laughing, and she clung to him as he took a couple strokes to the ladder.
As they angled themselves around her hand skulled through the water and
accidentally pressed full into his crotch.  For a second the palm of her
hand was flat against his cock.

   "Oh," she said, in a low voice, in an interested way, as if she'd just
discovered a juicy little secret.  She pulled her hand away after letting
it linger there for a second, and flashed a little smile at him.

   "Sorry about that," she said, with a big grin.

   Conner's head was ringing.

   ***

   Pete didn't see it.  When he went into the water with Aunt Soo-Jung in
similar fashion, he also found her clinging to him.  They were shielded
from view and he decided to test the waters.  As they made their way to the
ladder he stroked the water with his hands and deliberately reached and
planted his hand on her ass.

   "Oops," he said, and pulled his hand away.  She turned on him, and for a
moment he thought she was going to reprimand him, but then she just said
"Heyyyyy!" Then she gave him a wink.

   "Lordy, Lordy," he muttered, as she climbed out of the water before him.


   ***

   Finally Soo-Jung pulled herself out of the water for the last time.  "I
think I'm done," she said.  Pete and Conner were eyeing her lustily, and
she could see that she had successfully pressed their buttons.  Now it was
time for phase 2 of her plan.  She turned to Dale and stood on her tiptoes
to give him a peck on the cheek.  "I'm going on a walk," she said, so that
everyone could hear.  "I want to go alone, okay?"

   "Okay," Dale stammered, stunned that she was treating him kindly after
their fight.  As Soo-Jung reached down for his towel she looked around at
the boys.  The first one she made eye contact with was Conner.  She held
his gaze alluringly and then turned and walked off slowly, her towel over
her shoulder, her ass swishing back and forth.

   She turned at the end of the pier and followed a wood chip trail around
the bend, into the woods.  A little ways into the woods she found a bench
and sat to wait.

   ***

   After Aunt Soo-Jung left, Uncle Dale waited for Pete and Conner to get
out.  No one else was around and he narrowed his eyes at them.

   "So are you going to pay your $500 now or later?" He said.

   "Uncle Dale, I'm sorry," Pete said.  "Last night, we were just talking."


   "No way," Uncle Dale said.  "A bet is a bet.  Are you going to pay now?"


   "Maybe later," Pete said.

   "Maybe later," Uncle Dale repeated.  "Maybe, huh?  Still think you have
a chance?  That's hilarious.  Funniest thing I've heard all year!" He
turned and stormed off.  Pete and Conner watched him go.  When he was out
of earshot Pete turned and smiled at Conner arrogantly.

   "You want to raise the bet?" Pete said.

   Conner smiled back.  Pete had no idea, he thought.  "Sure," Conner said.
"Add another $100."

   "How about another $200?" Pete shot back.

   You poor, stupid bastard, Conner thought.  "Sure, Pete," he said.  "Now
I'm going on a walk."

   Pete's voice dropped.  "Which way are you going?"

   Conner nodded toward the trail that Aunt Soo-Jung had gone down.

   "Whoah-ho-ho!" Pete whooped.  "Gonna make your move, Casanova?  But she
said she wants to be alone."

   "That's what she SAID," Conner said.

   Pete smiled.  "Fine, be my guest," he said.  "Won't make any difference.
She's gonna shoot you down like the Red Baron." Pete reached into his towel
and produced a little flip camera.  "Don't forget this," he said.  "We need
proof."

   Conner smiled and sauntered into the woods.  As he walked along,
however, he felt a little nervous.  He'd never done anything more than kiss
a girl.  He knew it was crazy to be doing this, but it really seemed like
Aunt Soo-Jung wanted him to follow.  Hormones spurred him on.  Well, that
and how nice it felt to have her hand on his cock.  Not to mention that
look she'd given him.  Damn!

   He didn't have to go far.  He saw her first.  She was sitting on a
bench, legs crossed, one bare foot waggling in the air.  She was just
waiting.  Her towel was draped on the bench.  His heart started beating
faster and nerves ripped through his gut.  He was shaking so much that he
almost forgot the flip camera.  He quietly set it on a tree stump, aimed it
at the bench, and then walked toward her.

   She saw him coming and smiled.  "Conner!  Fancy seeing you here," she
said.  "What's up, big boy?"

   Conner took a swallow.  Now or never.  "Something," he mumbled.  She
raised an eyebrow at him.  "Oh?" She said.

   "Maybe, ummm, maybe you'd like to have a look," he said, his voice
quaking.

   "Now this sounds interesting," she said, turning her head to the side
and blinking slowly at him.  "A look at what?"

   "At, ummm, the thing you were interested in.  The thing you felt.  Back
at the lake.  The thing in my swimsuit.  Just thought, maybe."

   Aunt Soo-Jung sat there smiling at him and a devilish kind of look
crossed her face.  She caste a look around.  "Does anyone know you're
here?" She said.  He shook his head.  She didn't say anything.  She just
arched her eyebrows a little bit.

   Conner's head was roaring.  He couldn't believe it.  This actually
seemed to be working.  Conner took a deep breath, stepped a few steps
toward Aunt Soo-Jung, and untied his swimsuit.  Aunt Soo-Jung just sat
there, legs crossed, her foot wagging.

   Conner smiled nervously, coughed a couple times, and dropped his
swimsuit.  His penis popped out and hung there, chubby, because he'd
already begun to imagine her naked.  Aunt Soo-Jung just sat there, not
moving, and her eyes dropped to his cock.  She stared at it for a long
time, an odd smile on her face.  Then she began to giggle.

   "I'm sorry, Conner," she said, composing herself after a moment.  "But
let me tell you something.  First of all, I decided a long time ago that I
was never going to let myself get fucked by anybody, excuse the language.
Those," she said, pointing at his penis, "are offensive little appendages,
in my opinion.  And secondly, if you think that I'm going to change my mind
for THAT little thing you'd better think again."

   Conner felt like he'd just been hit by a truck.  He stared at her,
bewildered, his face suddenly going beet red.  Aunt Soo-Jung raised her
palms after a moment.  "What?" She said.  "You thought I was just going to
fuck you in the woods?  If I were you I'd pull up my drawers and get back
to the cabin ASAP before anyone notices you're gone and you have to make up
a story."

   Conner stood there staring at her, his mind still trying to reconcile
what just happened with what he thought was going to happen.

   "Go!" She said.  "Before I tell your parents that you just exposed
yourself to me.  That's sexual assault, you know.  That'll land you in the
juvenile home, for your information."

   That got through.  Conner pulled up his swimsuit in a hurry.  "I'm
sorry," he mumbled.  "You won't, you won't--"

   "Not if you get away from me right now," she said, sweetly.  He nodded
and turned and ran down the trail.  "Don't forget the camera!" She called
after him.  Conner stopped, turned around, grabbed the flip camera from the
stump, and kept running.

   ***

   Pete saw Conner coming out of the woods.  He was running at first and
then he slowed to a nervous kind of walk as he came closer to the cabin. 
Pete came out of the cabin and met Conner as he was coming up the hill
toward the door.

   "Well?" Pete said.  "What happened?"

   Conner looked around.  He managed a grin.  "You owe me $200," he said.

   Pete's jaw dropped.  "No fucking way!  You didn't!"

   "I did," Conner said.  "She was all over me!  Pay up!"

   "Lemme see the flip camera!" Pete ordered.  "I can't fucking believe
this."

   "Oh, that," Conner said.  "It doesn't show anything.  Some squirrel
knocked it over."

   The shock fell from Pete's face.  "A squirrel," he said, his eyes
narrowing.  "Lemme see that camera!" He grabbed Conner's arm.  Pete
outweighed Conner by about 30 lbs.  and in a moment he had wrested the flip
camera from his cousin.

   Holding Conner at bay with one hand, he deftly turned on the camera and
watched the video.  Conner gave up fighting and slunk off a few steps. 
Pete watched the whole thing.  The audio was drowned out by cicadas in the
trees, but he saw Aunt Soo-Jung pointing at Conner's crotch and laughing.
Pete began to laugh.

   "You sly dog!" He cried.  "She didn't touch you!  Hell, she even laughed
at you!  You must have one little noodle, if it makes an Asian chick laugh!

   Conner scowled at him.  "Well, let's see if you can do it, big shot. 
$200 says you don't lay a hand on her either.

   "You poor kid," Pete said, turning off the camera.  "You're about to
lose a shitload of money."

   "Yeah, we'll see," Conner muttered.

   "Yeah, you will," Pete said.  "It'll be right here on this camera, my
bare ass between Aunt Soo-Jung's legs.  And don't think I ever forget a
bet!"

   "Kiss my ass," Conner said, and stalked away.

   "You'll owe me!" Pete called.  Grinning, he sat on the porch and watched
the video again, laughing at the part where Aunt Soo-Jung laughed at
Conner's dick.  He put the camera away and pretended to read a magazine as
he waited for Aunt Soo-Jung to return.  What Conner didn't know, he
thought, was how Aunt Soo-Jung had been behaving toward him in private. 
She had basically given him the total fucking green light, just as soon as
he could arrange some time alone with her.

   Finally he saw Aunt Soo-Jung emerge from the woods after her walk.  She
made eye contact with him and she raised a hand to wave.  He waved back. 
She walked over to the shower house, a tiny building set back in the woods
for privacy, and stopped at the door.  She very clearly looked over at him
before stepping inside.  A moment later he saw her towel come up over the
side of the screening wall, and then, a moment later, first the top of her
bikini, and then the bottom.  This was it.

   His mouth was literally watering as he walked over.  He looked around
and saw no one.  He came to the door of the shower house, grabbed the
handle, made one last look around, saw no one, and pushed on the door.  It
wasn't locked.  He stepped inside.

   Pete was greeted by a cloud of steam.  He could hear Aunt Soo-Jung
humming along with the sound of running water.  He shut the door and locked
it with the latch.  He found the flip camera and started it.  Then Pete
came around the corner of the shower and saw Aunt Soo-Jung, naked save for
a thin layer of soap suds.  Her long black hair hung down between her
shoulder blades.  She turned slightly and he saw her ass, firm and round.
She turned a little more and he saw the side of her breast, perky.  She had
the perfect hourglass figure.

   She hadn't seen him yet.  He quickly undressed.  His penis was throbbing
to life, and by the time he removed his swimsuit it was straight and stiff.
He took a few steps toward her, then reached his hand out, placed it on her
back.  "I think it's high time we do this," He said.

   Aunt Soo-Jung whirled around, her eyes wide.  When she saw him she
emitted a long, ear-piercing howl.  "Get out!!!!" She screamed.  "RAPE! 
Get OUT!  OUT!" She swung her hand around and clawed his cheek.  Pete cried
out and retreated.  She was screaming and cursing, swinging and kicking at
him.  He tried to grab his clothes but she was on him viciously, kicking
and scratching.

   "Jesus!  Just lemme--Jesus!" He cried, and went for the door.  He
fumbled with the latch, she clawed his back, and then he burst out into the
clearing.  By then several people from the cabin, including his father,
grandfather, and Uncle Dale, were running toward the shower house.  They
saw Pete come running out, naked, with an erection and a camera around his
wrist.  Uncle Dale intercepted him and knocked him to the ground.  A
scuffle ensued, ending when the two were pried apart.  By then Aunt
Soo-Jung had covered herself with a towel.  She emerged from the shower
house sobbing.  Uncle Dale ran and took her in his arms.

   "I was just taking a shower and he attacked me from behind!" She wailed.


   "No!" Pete cried.  "She led me on!  She, well, she--she--she looked at
me!"

   ***

   Back at the house, when the commotion had died down, Pete's grandfather
decided they should be fair about it and have a look at the tape.  Dale
knew that Soo-Jung would object to a family viewing of her shower, however,
so a discussion arose over who should see it.  Dale said Soo-Jung would be
too upset to watch.  It was decided that Harold, as Pete's father, should
watch.  They decided Dale should watch on behalf of Soo-Jung.  But they
needed a third "neutral" party, too, and it was decided that Tom should
watch because he also had a teenage boy and would best understand what
could have been going on in Pete's mind.

   So they hooked the flip camera up to the computer in the study and
arranged chairs around the screen.  Everyone except the three brothers
left. Dale looked at his brothers.  Harold looked ashen.  He had hardly
said a word since Dale had apprehended Pete.  Tom looked resolute.  They
turned on the video and watch.

   The image rolled.  They saw Pete's hand pushing open the shower door,
saw the steam, and then they saw Soo-Jung showering in the mist.  Dale
thought Tom made a little "Mmmm," sound, but he was clearing his throat,
apparently.

   Then they heard Pete's voice, followed by Soo-Jung's frenzied response.
The video ended with a crash as Pete was tackled outside the shower house
by Dale.

   "Well, I'd say the evidence is pretty damning," Tom said, grimly.

   "Dale, I'm sorry," Harold said.  "I'll take Pete and leave tonight."

   Dale nodded his head.  "Maybe that's for the best," he said, at last.

   Harold looked worried.  "Do you think Soo-Jung will want to call the
police?  She won't, will she?"

   Dale sighed.  Soo-Jung was in the bedroom, calming down.  "I think we
may ask that Pete get some help," Dale said.  "But I think we can leave the
law out of it, as long as he improves.  He's family."

   "Yes, Dale," Harold said.  "Of course.  First thing when we get home,
I'll start looking for help for him.  Thank you." He looked around at his
brothers, then slunk out, embarrassed.

   ***

   Soo-Jung heard the goings on in the cabin and went to the window.  Soon
she saw Harold leading Pete to the car.  They had their bags.  Pete took
one last look at the cabin and got in.  His face was all bandaged up from
their.  Harold started the car, and in a moment they were gone.  Pete had
his face pressed to the window watching the cabin as they left.

   Soo-Jung went to the dresser and finished working on her hair.  She felt
little remorse.  With any luck the experience would prevent Pete from being
a future womanizer and possible rapist.  If it took a little flirting to
achieve it, so be it.  It was for his good in the long run.

   She was a little disappointed that Pete had deleted the video of
Conner's attempt to seduce her, but it was okay because Conner wasn't quite
as bad.  It was likely he wouldn't have pulled his stunt if she hadn't led
him on the way she had.  Pete, on the other hand, might have eventually
raped her if she hadn't done anything.

   Now it was time to get Dale.  She had picked nephew Dave for the next
part of her plan simply because she liked him best, although she still
thought Amy was delusional if she thought Soo-Jung had a crush on him.  But
he did have the best hygiene of the bunch, and he was the cutest.  She knew
David wasn't in on the bet, but she knew he was attracted to her,
naturally. Not that she was going to get really naughty with him.  She was
just going to let him kiss her so that Dale lost his bet.

   In the long run a kiss would be harmless.  In fact, Dale would be so
embarrassed that a 13-year-old had kissed his wife that he would do all he
could to keep it quiet.  It wouldn't be so far over the line that she could
she be accused of wrecking the marriage.  She'd just make a point to Dale
that she was not to be trifled with, that she wasn't his object to bet on.

   The door opened and Dale came in.  "Are you feeling better?" He said.

   "Yes, I'm better," she said, adding a little catch in her voice.  "I've
been thinking about it and I hope Pete doesn't get into too much trouble.
He's just a boy.  I keep thinking, did I send him a signal?  Did I confuse
him in some way?  And for the life of me I don't think I did.  But maybe I
overreacted.  Is his face okay?"

   Dale shrugged.  "He'll be okay.  As for sending him the wrong signal,
he's pumping so full of hormones that he would see a signal whether it was
there or not.  In any case, he had bad impulses and hopefully this will
cure him of it."

   "I hope so," she said.  She went and hugged Dale, and he kissed the top
of her head.

   "I'm sorry we fought yesterday," he said.

   "Me too," she said.

   "How do you feel?" He said.  "Do you want to go home?"

   She sighed.  "It's such a long drive.  No.  Let's stay.  Let's try to
forget this ugliness.  Can we just try to enjoy our visit?  I was having
such a good time before this."

   ***

   For the rest of the day Dave hung around the cabin, stunned.  He was one
of those who came running out of the cabin at the sound of Aunt Soo-Jung's
screams, and when he saw Pete come bursting out of the shower house naked,
his face bloody, he knew immediately what had happened.

   At first he was petrified that the bet would come out, and he would get
in trouble, too, but as the day went on it became clear that Conner and
Uncle Dale were not going to talk about it.  Slowly he began to relax.

   His mother approached him sometime during the mid-afternoon when nobody
was around.  "Do you know anything about what happened with Pete and Aunt
Soo-Jung?" She said, tersely.  Dave could tell she had a different take on
whole situation than everyone elsel

   "No, Mom, I don't," he said.

   His mother folded her arms and looked over at the door to Uncle Dale's
room.  "I have a hard time believing Pete is simply an unabashed rapist. 
Harold would never raise him that way," she said, quietly.  "There's
something else going on here."

   "I don't know, Mom," Dave said.  "Why don't you stop picking on Aunt
Soo-Jung?"

   "Because I don't trust her, that's why."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know.  Now be quiet, David," his mother said.

   Around dinner Aunt Soo-Jung finally emerged from her room, and everyone
got up and asked if she was alright.  Even Dave's mother got up and offered
to get her something to drink.  Dave knew what his mother was thinking,
however - that Aunt Soo-Jung shouldn't have been prancing around in a
bikini.  Dave did not agree.

   When Aunt Soo-Jung came out she made eye contact with him only briefly
and kind of smiled wanly at him.  He smiled back, but he felt guilty about
the bet, even though he hadn't really taken part, and avoided contact with
her the rest of the evening.  At one point she tried to strike up some
conversation with him, but he said he had to go to the bathroom, and when
he came out, he ducked into his room to read.

   Something else was bothering him, too.  He'd heard Aunt Soo-Jung's
blood-curdling howls when Pete had made his move on her.  That was when it
dawned on Dave that he truly had no chance with her.  Of course he'd known
it all along, but a small part of him held out hope that she was into 13
year-olds.  Now that he knew the truth, he was, in a word, heartbroken.

   He moped around the rest of the day but he didn't think anyone noticed,
for everyone was too shaken about that morning's course of events to take
note of teenage mood swings.  The evening passed quietly, with Dave
participating in a half-hearted game of Uno.  He went to bed early and read
a book, listening to the sound of the house quieting down.

   He tried to sleep but he couldn't.  He tried to masturbate but he
couldn't.  As he imagined himself rubbing up against Aunt Soo-Jung all he
could hear were her blood-curdling screams.

   There was a knock at the door.  He said "Come in," expecting to see his
mother coming in to say good night, but instead it was his cousin Amy.

   "Well, you were weird tonight," she said.

   "What do you want?" Dave said.

   "Nothing," she said, walking in.  "Just wanted to see what was the
matter.  You all mad about what happened to Aunt Soo-Jung?  She's okay, you
know.  Pete never laid a hand on her."

   "I'm kind of tired, Amy," he said.

   "Or is it that you're mad because she doesn't have the hots for teenage
boys?" Amy said, arching an eyebrow.  "It was a long shot, you know."

   "Amy," Dave said, wearily.

   "Fine, I'll leave you alone," Amy said, turning to go.  "Why don't you
pick girls your own age?  You won't be nearly so disappointed!"

   "Good night, Amy," Dave said.

   "Good night!"

   A few minutes later his mother came in to say goodnight.  Dave tossed
and turned but still couldn't sleep.  He lay there as the display on his
clock blinked past 11 p.m., to 11:30 p.m., to midnight.  Finally, Dave got
up, threw on a shirt and his flip-flops, and went out.

   He walked through the silent cabin to the front door and went outside.
It was a nice night, with lightning bugs circling lazily about.  The moon
was full and he saw the water glimmering, and the silhouette of the pier.
It looked like a good place to be and he walked down to the beach, and out
along the pier.  He sat down near the end and watched the water.

   Dave had in his hand the picture of Aunt Soo-Jung that had started his
crush.  He looked at it one more time, at her laughing just before Uncle
Dale threw the water balloon, and then he dropped it into the lake.

   ***

   Soo-Jung was disappointed.  The next stage of her plan to put Dale in
his place wasn't going so well.  But there was something deeper bothering
her, too.  That evening she had approached her nephew Dave three times to
strike up conversation and he hadn't shown the least bit of interest in
talking to her.  For one thing, that wasn't good for the plan.  For
another, with everyone trying to give her comfort after the episode with
Pete, she wondered why her favorite nephew wasn't offering his.

   And even deeper, she wondered if maybe he wasn't attracted to her.  She
had been certain that he was.  Yet when she employed her feminine wiles on
him - the rapt eye contact, the stroking her neck, the laughing at his
every utterance, allowing her shorts to run up an extra inch on her thighs
- Dave hadn't responded.  Was she wrong about him?  Was she losing her
touch?

   She had a hard time sleeping.  The house died down.  Dale fell asleep
next to her.  She flipped on the lamp and tried to read a magazine. 
Nothing worked.  She got up and walked to the window to watch the moon on
the water.

   She was just about to go back to bed when she saw something outside.  It
was a silhouette walking along the beach toward the pier.  From the stride
and manner she could tell it was Dave.  Soo-Jung felt a little tingle of
excitement run up her spine.  If she couldn't capitalize on this
opportunity she never would.

   She went back to her purse and grabbed her own flip camera.  She'd
always carried one in hopes of catching odd moments on film.  Well, if all
went as planned, this would certainly qualify.  If not, well, Soo-Jung knew
she'd have some serious self-evaluation to undergo.  She threw on a light
robe over her nightie and put on her flip flops.  She pulled up her hair
and went quietly out the front door.

   She made her way to the pier, turned on the camera, aimed it at the end
of the pier -- the light was perfect -- and walked across the planks toward
Dave.

   ***

   Dave heard the footsteps and turned, expecting to see his mother or
anyone but Aunt Soo-Jung.  But from the way the figure moved it was clear
that it was Aunt Soo-Jung, and despite himself he perked up.  She was
wearing a short robe and her legs were bare six inches above her knees.  He
wondered what his mother would say.

   Aunt Soo-Jung smiled at him and settled down next to him.  "Do you want
some company?" She said.

   "Sure," Dave said.  A million thoughts roared through his head all at
once.  What if he popped an erection?  Would she cry rape?  He tried to
breathe shallow because he could smell her delicious scent.  She sat down
and scooted over so that their shoulders touched.  "It's cold," she said.
"Mind if I sit close?"

   "I guess," Dave said.  "I mean no, I don't mind."

   "Don't worry," Aunt Soo-Jung said, with a giggle.  "I'm not going to
scream rape again."

   He laughed.  "Okay, then.  You can sit next to me.  "

   "Good," she said, and wrapped her arms around his left arm, and looked
out over the water.  "Such a nice night," she said.  He nodded, trying like
hell not to let his imagination take off like a rocket.  He tried to
imagine mowing the biggest lawn he'd ever seen.

   "Where's Uncle Dale?" Dave said.

   "Where do you think?  Asleep, of course," she said.  "Everyone is
asleep. Except you and me!  What keeps you up at this hour?"

   "Probably the same thing that's keeping you up," he said.

   "Aww," she said, and squeezed his arm.  "Don't worry about me, David.  I
was upset earlier but I'm better now.  Much better."

   "That's good," he said.

   "I probably overreacted," she said.

   "Probably not!" Dave said.  "He came into the shower with you!"

   She smiled at him.  "Can you keep secret?" She said after a moment,
twirling a piece of black hair with her finger.

   "Yeah, sure."

   "I think you're the person I have the most fun with while I'm here.  Is
that crazy?" She said.  "I mean, Dale is a different matter, he's my
husband of course, and everyone else is nice, but I think you're so nice
and genuine.  I was sorry to see you depressed today."

   "Sorry," he said.

   "No, no need to be sorry," she said, and leaned into him.  Her slim leg
pressed against his leg and she rested her head on his shoulder.  Dave
looked away and drove his hands down in his lap, hard, trying to stem the
rush of blood into his shaft.  She seemed not to notice.  Their legs were
dangling over the edge of the pier and she hooked her foot under his ankle,
kind of absently, and swung his leg with hers.

   "Why didn't you swim today?" She said.  "You're a good swimmer.  You
have a nice, strong body."

   "Just didn't feel like it, I guess," he said, trying to stay calm.  The
flesh of her leg was just about the only thing he could think of.  He could
feel his penis start to strain against his hands.  Aunt Soo-Jung kept
talking.

   "Can I ask you something?  Do you think I sent a wrong signal to Pete?"
She said.  "Was I being too racy or something?"

   "No, I don't," Dave said.

   She nodded.  "Good," she said.  "I didn't think so either.  But then I
thought, well, I was running around in my bikini, almost naked.  But let me
tell you, those weren't signals to him."

   Dave laughed.  "Well, that's good to know," he said.  "

   She laughed.  "Oh, I like you, David," she said, patting his arm, then
rubbing her palm against it.  "Is that okay?" She said, pausing for a
moment.  "I'm just trying to generate some heat on this cool evening."

   "Yes!  I mean, it's okay," Dave said.  "I mean, it's fine--I don't
notice--I don't--but I do--"

   "Oh, stop it," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "I know you.  Thirteen-year-old.  I
know.  It's okay.  It's okay.  I won't tell your mother or Dale.  Don't
worry, I'm not scared or anything.  You're different than Pete."

   "Oh," he said.  "Okay, that's good, I don't want to be like Pete." She
laughed at this, and he felt a little relieved.  His biggest fear was
appearing like a total idiot.  He looked over the lake.  It was absolutely
quiet out except for the water gently lapping quietly on the shore.  Slowly
hope was creeping back into his mind.  Then she poked him playfully in the
side.

   "Mr.  Innocent here.  No swearing, no hormones," she said.

   He laughed and grabbed at her hand and they giggled together, grabbing
each other's hands.  What in the world was this?  Dave wondered.  "What do
you mean Mr.  Innocent?" Dave said, after they stopped.  He couldn't help
but notice that in the fray she had snuggled closer to him.  Now her hips
were pressing against his.

   She took a deep breath.  "It okay if you notice me, Dave," Aunt Soo-Jung
said.  "Lot of men do.  You're just being normal.  It not like we're
related.  American parents are so weird about teaching kids about sex. 
They make you feel guilty about your body.  Make no sense to me."

   "Hmmmm," Dave said.  Aunt Soo-Jung laughed.

   "Hmmmmm?" She said.  "What's that mean?"

   "I don't know," Dave said.  "I don't know what to say about that."

   She laughed and shook her head.  She squeezed his arm.  "You such a
funny guy.  I love you.  No matter what they say, you just be yourself.  If
you don't feel like talking, you don't talk!  That what I like about you.
You say so much without talking.  Don't fill the air with chat.  You're
comfortable with yourself." She looked up at him and her voice dropped. 
"Girls like that, you know."

   "They do?" Dave said.  "I thought they liked guys like Pete."

   "Pete?  Did you see what I did to Pete today?" She said, poking him
again.  "Just be yourself.  And with that tangle of thick black hair on
your head, and those baby blue eyes, mmmmmm," she moaned.  "You'll have
girls eating out of your hand."

   "You think so?" He said, hopefully.

   "Are you kidding?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Of course I think so.  Guys
like you are the ones girls dream for.  Strong, silent types."

   Dave laughed, trembling with her praise.  He opened his mouth to try a
witty response, and then he thought better of trying, and said nothing. 
She put her head back on his shoulder and rubbed his forearm, generating
some heat, and then she began to caress him, tracing her finger up and down
his arm.  Their legs swung together now under both their power.  They had a
little back-and-forth going with their feet.

   "Thank you for letting me sit here, David" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "I
didn't really want to be alone tonight.

   She kind of leaned into him.  Dave didn't know what to do so he just
acted.  He felt numb as he reached out and put his arm around her
shoulders. For a moment she pulled away and looked up at him.  In the
moonlight he could see her eyes widen in surprise.

   "What are you doing?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.

   "I--I thought you were cold," Dave said, withdrawing his arm abruptly.
"I can feel the goosebumps on your legs.  Sorry, I didn't mean to--"

   "No, that's okay, keep your arm there," she said.  "Sorry, you just
surprised me!  Of course that's okay."

   He held his hands sheepishly in his lap, not willing to move.  Aunt
Soo-Jung waited a moment and then muttered something in Korean.  She
grabbed his hand and pulled his arm around her shoulder.  "Did you hear
me?" She laughed.  "I said I am cold!  Keep your aunt warm!"

   He rested his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled in close to him
again.  "What if your Mom saw us right now?" She said.

   `Well, she'd be kinda pissed," Dave said.

   Aunt Soo-Jung laughed.  "She's so afraid I'm going to corrupt you."

   "What do you mean?"

   She laughed.  "Oh nevermind," she said.  "But we ARE sitting kind of
close here.  I mean, you can feel the goose bumps on my leg!  That's like a
boyfriend-girlfriend observation!"

   Dave said nothing because he was afraid that whatever he said was going
to be the wrong thing, and she'd decide to go back to the cabin or
something.  And he wanted this moment to last forever.  Aunt Soo-Jung
didn't seem inclined to go anywhere, however.  They watched the moonlight
dance on the water.

   "So," Aunt Soo-Jung said, "what about girls?  Do you have any
girlfriends back home?"

   "Naw," Dave said.

   "What the matter?  Shy?  Where's your confidence?"

   "I'm not shy," Dave said defensively.  "I just don't know what to do."

   "Hmmm," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "So what's her name?"

   Dave looked away.  "Aw, nobody in particular--"

   "Sure there is," she said, poking him in the side.  "What's her name? 
You can tell me.  I don't know anybody at your school."

   "Wellll..."

   "Her name, please," she said, reaching over and tickling him.

   "Okay, okay!" He said, through the giggles.  "It's Hyobin."

   Aunt Soo-Jung stopped tickling him abruptly.  "Hyobin?  Really?  She's
Korean?"

   "Is that a Korean name?" He said.

   "You don't know?!?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Shame on you!  Yes, it's a
Korean name.  My goodness!  What is it with you Holyokes!  You like
Koreans! Good for you!" Aunt Soo-Jung beamed at him.  "So," she said, "you
want to impress her?  You want to learn a Korean word?"

   "Sure," Dave said.  "Yeah, how do you say your eyes are pretty?"

   "Oh, David, you ARE romantic!" She said, reaching up and patting his
cheek.  "Okay, first here's how you say hello.  Say 'Ahn-young.'"

   "Uhn-huh?"

   "No, silly, 'Ahn-young.'"

   He repeated it a few times until he got it.  Aunt Soo-Jung clapped when
he finally got.  "Okay, you just said `Hello.' If you say that to her,
she'll notice you," she said.  "Now what was that word you wanted?"

   "Your eyes are pretty."

   "Oh, silly man..." She said, with a big smile.  "Okay, 'Neun-ip-ah.'"

   It took Dave a little while longer to get this one.  Finally he did and
she nodded and squeezed his arm.  "Good for you," she said.  "You call me
when you want more.  That a good start.  She probably already notices you,
but you'll win her heart when you say this!"

   "Oh man..." he said, uncertainly.

   "What?"

   "Well, that's great, but what do I say after that?  I need to say
something that doesn't make me look like a total malfunction."

   "You're not a malfunction," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Just talk like you're
talking now.  What's wrong with what you're saying now?"

   "This isn't how I would talk to girls!"

   "Why not?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Right now you talk from heart.  That's
what a girl wants."

   "Well it's easy with you," he said.  "You're my aunt."

   "Easy with me?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Come on.  When we started talking
tonight you were scared as a rabbit, and yet, here you are, your arm around
me on the pier.  I'm having a good time.  Are you?"

   "Oh, yeah."

   "Good," she said.  "See?  It's the same thing with girls you're trying
to date.  It's all about confidence.  You're confident that I won't bite
you.  Girls don't bite."

   "But they might think I'm stupid."

   "Hmm," she said.

   "Hmm?" He said.  "That doesn't make me feel better, Aunt Soo-Jung!"

   She laughed and gave him a swat.  "I was just thinking, silly.  I was
thinking you need confidence.  You have confidence, and the girls come like
moths to the flame.  You get confidence by practice."

   "I can practice basketball," Dave said.  "I can't practice girls."

   "Sure you can," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  She looked up at him, weighing her
next words.  "You can practice on me.  Just like you practice Korean word."


   Dave's stomach jumped.  He didn't know what she meant but sensed the
heaviness in her words.  "What are you talking about?" He managed.

   "Pretend I'm Hyobin."

   The caged beast inside Dave, pressed up against the bars for the past 15
minutes, suddenly turned into a meek and terrified little creature.  "Aunt
Soo-Jung, really, I have NO idea about girls, and Hyobin, her locker is way
in a different part of the building--"

   "Just listen," she said.  "After cuddling comes the good stuff.  Girls
need to cuddle before the good stuff.  You need to know the signal that a
girl is ready to start good stuff, because she always be the one to start
good stuff, you understand?  They send out very subtle signs.  Don't miss
them or she'll get frustrated, and she'll think maybe you don't like her."

   At the word 'good stuff' the caged beast's ears pricked up.  "What
signs?" Dave said.  "And what do you mean, good stuff?"

   "Like this," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  In the dark she turned her head up to
him.  'If you talk for long time on water like this, and then she look up
at you like this, this is when you kiss her."

   He looked down at her.  They locked eyes for a second.  "Yes," Aunt
Soo-Jung said, "you lock eyes, and then..."

   But Dave didn't do anything.  He just looked at her face.  She smiled,
and turned back to the water and rested her head on his shoulder again. 
Then she laughed a little.  "My band instructor, he used to have this
saying, 'This was a terrible practice!' And now I say, that was terrible
practice, David!"

   "Why?"

   "Because if you miss a signal like that, Hyobin's going to think you're
stupid, or you're gay, or that you don't like her.  Another signal is her
hand.  She may rub you like this." She took Dave's hand, spread the
fingers, and rubbed her thumb against his palm.

   "That a very intimate sign," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "At any time you can
kiss her then.  Start by kissing her head.  Then, if she like you, she look
up, so that she can kiss your mouth." Aunt Soo-Jung kept rubbing his palm.

   "Okay," he said.

   "Mmm," she said, rubbing his palm.  "Remember, I'm Hyobin."

   "Really?  You want me to try it?"

   "I'm not Aunt Soo-Jung.  I am Hyobin."

   His head was roaring.  Slowly he leaned over.  His nose filled with her
smells.  Then he took the plunge and pecked her on the top of the head.  He
pulled back, afraid that he had misread the whole situation, and that Aunt
Soo-Jung would go fleeing back to the cabin, screaming rape.  But she
didn't.

   "Was that a kiss, or did acorn fall on my head?" Aunt Soo-Jung said. 
Dave laughed, relief flooding into him.

   "Kiss.  Like this," Aunt Soo-Jung said, and she pulled his hand to her
mouth and kissed it.  It was soft and lingering.  Dave felt energy from her
kiss travel up his arm and settle deep in his belly.  He giggled.

   "Don't giggle," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Guys who giggle don't get the good
stuff."

   "Sorry."

   "Try it again.  I am Hyobin.  We are on the waterfront."

   He leaned over and kissed her head, long and lingering.

   "Too long!" She said.  "You trying to suck my brain out?"

   Dave laughed, and her hand flew up and pressed against his mouth. 
"Shhh, keep your voice down," she said.  "You want to get caught?  Try
again."

   He kissed her head again, a lingering kiss, but not too long.

   "Mmmmm," she purred.  "Very nice.  Just right.  You natural.  Now..."
She pulled away from his shoulder and looked up at him.  After they locked
their gaze for a couple seconds she smiled.  "Don't miss this signal, Dave,
or you're done for."

   "You want--you want me--"

   "What do YOU want?"

   He sighed.  "Neun-ip-ah," he murmured.

   "Excellent!" Aunt Soo-Jung said, and kept looking at him.  She blinked
long.  Dave leaned forward, expecting her to stop him at the last second,
and say practice was over, but she didn't move.  She closed her eyes, and
he pressed his mouth against hers quickly, and pulled away.

   Her eyes opened.  "What, are you afraid of my germs?  You kissing your
mommy goodnight?"

   "No!"

   "Well, then, do it right."

   He leaned in again.  This time he kissed her like he had the top of her
head.  She moved her lips against his.  He could taste mint in her mouth.
He thanked the stars he had brushed his teeth well tonight.  He pulled away
to see her reaction.  She opened her eyes slowly.

   ***

   Damn, Soo-Jung thought.  That was a good kiss.  It was turning out that
her nephew was some kind of natural romantic.  She was certain he'd never
done it before, but his lips had been so sensitive, his mouth tasting so
good.

   In that moment she recalled junior high, wwhen she was 13 years old. 
She had a whale-sized crush on a 15-year-old named Min-ho.  He was built
just like Dave, -- actually he was a swimmer, too -- with dreamy brown eyes
and a lazy, confident way about him.  Lots of girls liked Min-ho but it
never seemed like he liked them back.

   One summer day, when she was at the park swimming, she was in the public
beach house looking for a kick board when she turned and saw none other
than Min-ho.  He was staring at her.

   "Min-ho!" She said.  "You might not know me--"

   "Of course I know you," he said.  "You're Soo-Jung.  I saw you earlier.
I followed you here."

   "You did?" She squeaked.

   Well, one thing led to another and before long she and Min-ho were
practically sucking each other's tongues out in the bushes behind the beach
house.  It was the first time she ever kissed a boy.  She could hear other
people walking around and talking, but they went unnoticed behind their
little wall of hedges.

   She let Min-ho slip his hand under her swimsuit to feel her breasts, and
when he guided her hand down to his swimsuit it was the first time she felt
a penis.

   Things got so carried away that Soo-Jung damn well would have let him
fuck her if a lifeguard familiar with those particular bushes hadn't come
along and driven them off.  They parted ways, vowing to see each other
again, but weeks passed and she never saw Min-ho.  Her body ached for him,
and when she could no longer take it, and went to look for him, she learned
from neighbors that his family had moved out of town unexpectedly.  She
never saw him again.  She'd been heartbroken.

   For some reason the kiss with Dave brought all that back.  Maybe it was
the smell on his lips, she thought, as she sat on the pier with him.  Maybe
it was just his age.  But for some reason she felt like she'd found Min-ho
again.

   She smiled and arched her back.  She knew that she should have been
satisfied to get one kiss from Dave, that it was recorded on camera and
should suit her purposes just fine, but it felt like redemption when she
said, "Let's try it again.  Practice makes perfect."

   "Oh-Okay," Dave stammered.

   It got even better.  Soo-Jung showed him how to hold her jaw in place as
they kissed, and how to run his fingers through her hair sensuously.  At
first she was giving lots of directions, but finally they were making out
for a good 10 minutes without hardly saying a thing.  When she finally
pulled away, they were both breathing a little more quickly.  They smiled
at each other and laughed.  She put a hand on her chest as if to steady
herself.

   She had what she needed.  She decided to end it then.  But then she
wondered if maybe they had been at a bad angle for the camera.  Best to be
thorough, she thought, or else it would all be for nothing.

   ***

   "Very nice kissing," Aunt Soo-Jung said to Dave.  His head was spinning.
He saw her smile devilishly, and suddenly she swiveled around so that she
was straddling his thighs, with her arms around his neck.  "And when a girl
does this," she said, "things are definitely going in a good direction."

   She leaned forward and they kissed.  Her kisses grew longer and deeper.
Her tongue dashed into his mouth and she instructed him to do the same to
her.  Then she tilted her head back and told him to kiss her neck, which he
did, and then, unbidden, he ran his tongue up her throat, tasting her skin.
She gasped happily.  "God, David, you're a natural!"

   She angled her head and kissed his neck, and then went to his ear.

   "Aunt Soo-Jung--"

   "Don't call me that," she whispered, and kissed him again.

   ***

   David, the little devil, had moves he didn't even know he had, Soo-Jung
realized.  That thing where he ran his tongue up her throat, so sensuously,
nobody had ever done it.  It made her whole body tingle.  As she burrowed
her tongue into his ear, she wondered idly what other moves he had.

   ***

   "I want you to kiss me.  Do you want to keep kissing me?" Aunt Soo-Jung
said.

   "Someone might see--"

   "That's the thrill of it.  Do you want to kiss me?" She said.

   He nodded, and she purred.  "Then do it." She said.

   Slowly, awkwardly, he brought his mouth toward hers.  She pulled away at
first with a giggle.  "Chase me down," she whispered.  He smiled and braced
her with his arms by wrapping them around her back.  Then he held her firm
as he brought his mouth toward hers.  This time he found it.  He gave her a
lingering kiss.

   "Better," she said.  "Again."

   "Again?"

   "We're making out," she said.  "Of course again.  We just started."

   He pulled her toward him.  Another lingering kiss.  She reached down and
grabbed his hands.  They were on his lap, wedged between them "Move these,"
she said.  "They're getting in the way."

   'I don't know--"

   "Move them."

   Slowly he moved them away, and Aunt Soo-Jung shifted so that her hips
moved up his thighs.  Her weight pressed down on his midsection.  The point
between her legs settled on him below his belly button.  He was almost wild
with fright.  His penis had withdrawn so deep that he wondered if she'd
think he was a girl.

   "Kiss me," she said.  "Find a new place to kiss me."

   He went for her ear.

   *** The moment he went for her ear she knew it was dangerous, perhaps
more dangerous than she'd ever experienced.  The closest she ever came to
having sex with Dale-

   What am I thinking?  She thought.  Dave is 13!  That word "sex"
shouldn't even be crossing her mind, she knew, at least if she didn't want
to be hauled off to jail.  But there it was.  Sex.  It entered her mind
with all the imagery - the grinding bodies, the moans, the slap of skin...

   Soo-Jung didn't want to have sex.  She almost stopped things right then,
but then Dave's tongue, his delicate, young tongue, so sensuous, started at
her earlobe, and then advanced into the other curves of her ear, and before
she knew it she was gasping like she did that one time with Dale-

   "David," she said, meaning to stop him.  This was only supposed to be
simple practice, after all, but she was quickly learning that she had
limits to her control and that there was no such thing as practice kissing.
"David, we have to stop," she moaned.  "This is getting carried away."

   And just like that, he stopped.  No complaining, no protesting, no
insisting on her part.  He just stopped, and looked at her with those big
puppy dog eyes.  She had been on the verge of going through the let-down
routine -- she'd done it 1,000 times with Dale -- but she didn't have to.
He just stopped.

   What a man, she thought, and yet he's not even out of junior high.  She
had another thought.  Did she not turn him on?  Is that why he stopped so
quickly?

   "Sometimes," she said, "when a girl says stop, it means keep going."

   *** Dave was aware of her hips grinding into him.  "Keep kissing me,"
she said.  "This is an important part of practice.  You have to keep
kissing her no matter what's going on.  You have to keep moving things
along.  Don't let her stop to think about what's happening.  Girls are told
that they're naughty and bad and breaking the rules if they let boys touch
them.  You have to move things along so they don't have an attack of
conscience--"

   He kissed her full in the mouth, then worked along her jaw line.  She
wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her neck up to him.  He
nuzzled her softly, and brushed his lips against the nape of her neck.

   "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" She said.

   He shook his head.  " Am I doing okay?"

   She smiled at him and kissed him.  "Kiss my neck again you naughty
little devil." He obliged, and worked up to her ear again.  The smell of
her perfume was saturating him, filling him with desire.  He was aware of
her hands creeping down his chest, then pulling his shirt away from his
waist.  "You have to keep kissing me, no matter what," she whispered. 
"Focus, okay?"

   "Okay," he said.  He felt her hand pull his shirt from his waist.  Then
her palm ran across his belly.

   "Nice," she said, as he kissed her ear.  "Very tight here."

   "Where?"

   "Your belly.  Where else would I be referring to?"

   "I dunno."

   "Kiss me you naughty thing," she said.  As he did Soo-Jung ran her hands
around his belly and chest.  Her fingers then toyed with the strap of his
shorts.  Dave said nothing but he couldn't believe it.  She couldn't
possibly be considering...  and then her fingers pried their way under the
elastic, reaching down, down...

   He pulled himself away.

   "What's the matter?" She said.  "Do you want me to stop?"

   "I'm not--it's not--I'm not--"

   "Just relax!"

   His breathing quickened as her hand worked its way down.  Now she could
feel the little patch of pubic hair.  And then she was at the shaft itself.


   "Are you okay?" She said.  "Is that okay?"

   He gave it a moment's thought and nodded.  "It's not--it's not out, I'm
not sure what's wrong with it--"

   "Shhh," she said.  "Relax.  Just let me feel, okay?  I know how these
things work." He nodded nervously and she smiled and commenced feeling him.
She ran her fingertips along the head of his cock, as it poked out from its
little hiding place, and then she felt his testicles.  Then she went back
to his penis, rubbed the tip, then reached for the shaft, gave it a little
tug, ran her finger on the underside, and then suddenly it was like the
floodgates had been opened.  Dave felt his penis emerge from hiding and
start expanding with big, powerful throbs.

   "Oh, wow," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "What have we here?  Wow, oh, wow.  Wow!
Wow!" She had to adjust herself to allow room for his penis as it shot out
like a rocket.  She adjusted it so it angled down his thigh.  It snaked its
way out of his underwear and extended along his leg.

   Dave was fixated on the rise in her robe as this was happening.  Slowly,
hesitantly, he reached his hand up, pressed it against the cloth, kept
pressing, and then he found her breast.

   "Uh-huh," she said.  "There you go, baby, yes, you're getting the hang
of this...  meet her moves with yours, don't let the steam out."

   As she ran her fingers along his shaft, he felt her breasts.  They
filled his hand.  Next he slipped his hand under her robe, against her
night shirt.  She was not wearing bra.  He could feel her nipples -- they
were so much bigger than his -- pointed and ripe.  She pushed herself into
him, and he played with her nipples through her shirt.  Her hand flexed and
shifted along his penis.  He plucked at her nipple, and she moaned into his
mouth, and pulled away.

   "Are you okay?" Dave said.

   She kissed him lightly.  "I'm fine, just fine.  Now, remember, this is
just practice, but can I have a look inside your pants?"

   ***

   She saw David's eyes widen when she asked the question, and she giggled
and kissed him.  He grinned and kissed her back.  God, he was such a little
turn-on.  If he had agreed too quickly to let her see his penis it would
have turned her off -- she didn't like it when guys were too eager in
sexual matters -- but he had just the right response.  Who knows, maybe if
Dale hadn't been so pushy they would have had sex by now-

   "Maybe I shouldn't," she said.  She pulled her hand away from his penis.
She was truly going to stop, but then by accident his shaft rubbed against
her vagina.  Their genitalia were separated by three layers of cloth, of
course, but holy shit, it felt nice.  Was his cock possibly that big?  It
had taken off like a snake in grass.

   Soo-Jung lifted herself off him.  She took his hand and led him off the
pier.  At this point she still felt just like David's helpful aunt, not a
girlfriend, but she knew the law wouldn't see things that way.  And what
they were doing was really illegal.  God, if David's mother ever found out
she had touched his penis, no matter what the reason...  Soo-Jung would be
doing time in prison, no doubt.

   She grabbed the camera as she went by.  Dave seemed not to notice.  They
went into the woods, she leading him by the hand, until they found the park
bench where she had embarrassed Conner.  Thin shafts of moonlight lit the
way.

   "Sit," she whispered.  David sat.  She bent over him and kissed him
deeply, and then parted his knees with her hands and knelt between them. 
"Are you sure this is okay?" She said.

   "I think so," he said, nervously.

   "Just relax," she said.  "It's important that when you let a girl see
your penis for the first time, you're confident.  Because if you're not,
well, by that point she'll go ahead and play with you the first time, but
she won't come back." She untied his shorts.  She focused on the task at
hand.  She didn't want to think about details, because details would ruin
the moment.  Besides she really curious about what she'd find under David's
shorts.  If she didn't do this now it would be dwelling on her mind, she'd
be staring at him around the cabin, biting her lip--

   She worked through the cloth and suddenly David's penis was poking out.
It kind of spilled out like a moray eel springing from its lair.  No doubt
now, it was larger than Dale's.  Soo-Jung took it gently in her hand,
swiveled it around a bit, wrapped her fingers around it, and confirmed how
big it was.  She rotated it in her hand.  It was hot, and it was curved
slightly, with a nice angle, probably so that it could get a good angle
when it slipped into her-

   She shook her head.  That's not what she wanted, she reminded herself.
And yet her body seemed to be priming up for it.  She could feel the
wetness in her crotch.  The question fleeted across her mind: How could she
stop her body from wanting something so badly?  Was it possible to reason
with it?  What wins when the mind conflicts with the body?

   "David?" she said.  She looked up at him.  He was looking at her with
such intensity that she felt he was already making love to her.  "David,
Can I taste it?" His eyes widened.  He never said yes, which was the
perfect response.

   She pulled the shaft down slightly, for it was sticking straight up
toward his belly, and then she plunged her mouth hungrily onto it, licking
at first, and then guiding it into her throat, pulling it out, then
nibbling along the shaft like corn on the cob, then running her tongue
along the under side -- oh God, she thought, he didn't even have pubic
hairs yet!  -- and then took one of his testicles full in her mouth.  It
was so full of vitality, packed with potential.

   "David," she said, taking a break from his penis, "even your cock tastes
good!" She hummed happily, and took his penis into her mouth again.

   ***

   Dave's head rolled back.  If he'd woken up and this all turned out to be
a dream he wouldn't be surprised.  Aunt Soo-Jung had her face buried in his
crotch and sensations like none other before were rolling through him.  His
penis was swelling so much that it ached.

   It was nothing at all like when he masturbated.  The unpredictability of
what was happening to him now made it so much better.  He didn't know where
Aunt Soo-Jung was going to venture next -- and she ventured everywhere:
along the head of his penis, the ridge, the underbelly, the testicles, the
scrotum.  Then she would suck it so that he felt his shaft being pulled
down a deep, warm void.  He could feel himself about to come.

   ***

   Soo-Jung felt it, too.  She had one hand on his belly and she could feel
his abdomen tighten up and start to shiver.  She dropped the other hand to
her crotch.  Her panties were soaking wet.  There had been times when Dale
had gotten her wet, but she was pretty certain it had never been so early
in the game.  She slipped her hand down her panties and rubbed along her
vagina, found her clitoris.  As she ran her tongue over his cock she ran
her fingers hard.  Despite herself, she imagined that her fingers were
David's cock.

   ***

   Aunt Soo-Jung was really going at his penis.  He looked down and saw her
left hand guiding his cock into her mouth, and her right hand was doing
something between her legs.  Whatever she was doing was really running her
motor, because she cried out as her mouth was wrapped around his cock.  Her
head bobbed up and down against his shaft.  "Aunt Soo-Jung," he gasped. 
"I'm gonna--I'm gonna--"

   "Come!" She said, pulling her mouth away.  She grabbed his penis with
one hand and stroked his shaft fiercely.  Now he could see her other hand
was stuffed into her panties and rubbing like mad between her legs.  His
cock was slick with her saliva and there was a squishing sound as she
squeezed it in her fist and pounded on it.  "Come, baby, you have to feel
what it's like with a girl, oh, baby, just let go, let it happen, come,
come, COME!"

   Dave cried out her name.  He threw his head back and his neck muscles
bulged, and suddenly he was coming in great bursts, spraying all over her
hands and forearms.  Aunt Soo-Jung was crying out his name, too, and her
body was bucking, and then she slammed her face into his crotch and wrapped
her lips around his shaft, sucking, taking what was left into her mouth.

   Finally he could do no more, and he sagged back onto the bench, spent.

   ***

   Soo-Jung sat next to him, put her head on his shoulder, and watched him
as he emerged from the orgasm.  He was so beautiful and he didn't even know
it.  She, too, had also just experienced an orgasm like none other.  Her
entire body was tingling.  His sperm filled her mouth.  She had never
allowed Dale to come in her mouth.  She moved it around in her mouth, then
swallowed it.

   She nuzzled in close to him.  "Did you like it, David?" He nodded.

   "I loved it," he said.  She giggled.

   ***

   David emerged from his haze.  He looked and saw Aunt Soo-Jung looking up
at him from his shoulder, a funny little smile on her face.  And
immediately he felt guilty.

   "Well..." He said.

   "Well what?"

   "I'm sorry," he said.

   "What in the world for?"

   "Well, I don't know about these things much, but it's like I had all the
good feelings," he said.  "I want you to like it, too."

   She kissed his neck.  "You little gentleman.  I did like it."

   'Not as much as me, I bet."

   "David, you don't know how rare you are." She kissed him again.

   "Are we still practicing?  I can do something to you, too, you know.  I
can try anyway." He said.

   She laughed.  "Well, don't you know?  Practice is over.  You came,
honey! Aren't you tired?  You came so hard."

   Dave shrugged.  "Well, I do this alone sometimes, and I usually don't
need to take a break until two times."

   Aunt Soo-Jung sat straight up.

   ***

   Her body was tingling.  She led him by the hand.  The realization that
he still had a full tank of fuel had lit something primal inside her belly.


   The park bench would not do.  Not for what she wanted.  She wanted to be
somewhere with him, somewhere soft, somewhere she could take her clothes
off for him and let him run that wonderful tongue along her body.  Her
nipples.  Maybe even her pussy.  She knew it was crazy, she knew it was
wrong.  But after what he did to her ear, she lost her breath thinking what
he might do between her legs.

   And yet she was leading him aimlessly.  Where to do it?  She needed
somewhere they could lose their inhibitions, somewhere they could get bare
-- but no sex, she reminded herself obligatorily.  That was out of the
question.  Even in this hormonal state she knew that sex with a 13 year-old
was a no-no.  The risks were too high.  Not worth it.  Even though he had a
magnificent cock-

   Had the cabin been empty it would be the perfect spot.  They could take
over a bed.  Lord, what she'd do to him in a bed.  What he'd do to her! 
But of course the cabin was out of the question.  She didn't have her own
room, and even though David slept alone, there was no way they could risk
it in his bed.  All it would take is one loud moan - and she was guessing
that there'd be a couple of those -- to blow the lid off that little
impropriety.  His mother probably slept with one eye open anyway.

   But where, then?  She thought about the soft pine needles.  Too many
bugs, she concluded.  The canoe?  Too hard, she thought.  A car?  Possibly,
but too much time would be spent angling around the seats, and they were
all parked too close to the house-

   Her jaw dropped as it hit her.  She clenched David's hand hard and
veered him through the dark with renewed energy.

   "Where are we going?" He whispered, hustling to keep up.

   "Uncle Tom's camper," she said.

   ***

   Dave looked around to be sure they weren't being watched.  He saw
nothing but shadows.  He was nervous.  If his mother saw him now, or woke
up and looked in on him, only to see he was gone, he'd be in a world of
trouble.

   On the other hand, had his mother emerged from the darkness to intercept
them at this moment he would not be surprised.  This reminded him of the
countless dreams he had where he was on the verge of getting laid, only to
wake up.

   Aunt Soo-Jung was brilliant.  Where else but the camper?  Still, he had
an overriding case of nerves.  He didn't really know what to do to make a
girl feel good.  And then what if they were discovered?  What if his Mom
found out?  He could see her angry, hurt face now.  The betrayal.  But
damn, this was Aunt Soo-Jung, not just some chick.  He'd been thinking
about her for months.  It was like Disneyland.  Dreams could come true.

   "Girls like it when signs point toward sex," Aunt Soo-Jung was saying,
"and if Tom left his camper unlocked, well, it means something."

   "What does it mean?" Dave said, as they made their way toward the
hulking vehicle.  She looked at him in the dark.

   "We'll have to see," she said.  She giggled and pulled him along.  They
reached the camper.  They looked around, saw no one, and went to the door.
"Well," Aunt Soo-Jung said, "let's see here." She went to the door, reached
for the handle, and turned it.  The handle was locked.

   Aunt Soo-Jung rattled off a string of bitter-sounding Korean words, and
tried the handle again.  She beckoned at him and he tried.  It was no use.
The camper was locked up tight.

   "Why does he have to lock it?" Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "It wasn't locked
last night."

   Dave shrugged.  "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

   "Like where?"

   "I don't know.  Under a tree or something?"

   She giggled.  "Absolutely not.  There are bugs and snakes out there. 
And I don't want to take my clothes off with the bugs."

   He did a double-take.  "Take your clothes off?" He whispered.

   She laughed.  Then she reached out and rubbed his arm, up and down. 
Dave caught his breath.  He didn't think it was possible, but when Aunt
Soo-Jung said those words it was as if he had an instant erection.  It
actually happened so fast he didn't realized it was happening until after
the fact.

   "Wait," he said, breathless.  "Can you wait?  Let me think." Dave looked
up.  The camper was under a large tree.  A thought occurred to him.  A
glimmer of hope.  "Wait here," he said.  "Don't go anywhere!"

   "What are you doing?" She hissed as he climbed the tree branch by
branch. "You need to come down!  Now!  If you fall your mother will never
forgive me!"

   He didn't answer.  He scaled the trunk of the oak, then shimmied out the
large branch that hung over the camper.  He swung down his feet, and was
relieved to see that his feet touched the roof of the camper without his
having to jump.  He settled onto the roof and crept across it, to the sun
canopy.  He crossed his fingers, grabbed the handle, and pulled.  It
opened.

   ***

   As Soo-Jung watched David climb the tree and board the roof of the
camper, it struck her why she was responding this way to him.  Sex was not
his primary concern.  Sure, he wanted it, but he didn't view her as a sex
object.  To him she was someone to interact with, someone to share an
experience with, not someone to merely charm and seduce and ultimately
dominate.

   True, it would have sounded like a low standard to her a few years ago,
but after a decade or so dealing with the average male, she knew that
David's attitude was a rare thing.  Of course, she thought, maybe he was
just the right age and this attitude was typical of 13-year-olds.  They
were interested in girls but had no expectations of them yet.  What
wonderful beings.

   And what of his age?  The misgivings danced across her mind again.  As
she watched for David -- what was he doing up there anyway?  -- her mind
played point-counterpoint.  Question No.  1: Was showing David a few sexual
tricks the right thing to do?  Answer: As long as she was doing it for his
own education.

   Question No.  2: But wasn't she taking pleasure from it?  Answer: Yes.
Intense pleasure.  A mixture of psychological and physical pleasure, to be
sure.  And what of it?  She's not teaching math here.

   Question 3: Could you be doing him lasting harm?  Answer: If not with
her, who's to say that his first sexual experience wouldn't be with someone
absolutely abusive?  She was actually preventing him from suffering harm,
showing him what it should be like.

   Question No.  4: The law be damned, was he really old enough to give
consent?

   She was pondering this last question when suddenly she heard a noise
from within the camper.  She gasped and took a step back, afraid that Tom
had decided to sleep in the camper after all and they had roused him.  How
to explain why she was trying to get into the camper with David after
midnight?  Before she had time to form a lie the door opened and there was
David, his smile as wide as a banana.  As she relaxed, her body started to
tingle again.

   "Nice work, Tarzan," she said.  "Where there's a will, there's a way. 
You know, stuff like you just did is the ultimate aphrodisiac." She
hesitated, then reached her hand up and allowed him to help her into the
camper.  She shut the door softly behind her.  She locked it.

   ***

   They felt their way through the dark, giggling as they stumbled along
through the thin shafts of moonlight.  They moved toward the back of the
camper.  Dave led the way.

   "Keep going," Aunt Soo-Jung whispered.  "You know where." They made
their way down the narrow aisle, past the table and kitchen and little
bathroom and refrigerator.  They reached a door in the back and Dave paused
before it.

   "Go ahead," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  "Open it."

   Dave looked at her, and then the door.  He bit his lip.  Aunt Soo-Jung
took his hand.  He reached out and opened the door.  "Very good," Aunt
Soo-Jung said.

   They entered the master bedroom.  It was dark except for some various
LED lights from the electronics.  The bed was made neatly.  Dave shut the
door behind them.

   "Lock it," Aunt Soo-Jung said.  Dave fumbled around a bit and finally
figured out how.  He turned and saw Aunt Soo-Jung standing near the bed. 
His heart was leaping out of his chest.

   "When a girl stands next to the bed like this," she said, "it's a pretty
strong hint."

   "I guess so," Dave said.  He hesitated, and she beckoned him over with
her finger.  He walked up to her.  She put her arms around him and they
kissed.  She was pressing herself up against him.  She swayed gently, side
to side, and then rocked on the balls of her feet and the momentum pulled
them down to the bed.

   ***

   At last, she thought, as they fell to the mattress.  Here they were,
safely tucked away in the camper.  They were both giggling with excitement.
She couldn't keep her hands off David.  She ran them up under his shirt,
feeling his developing muscles.  He responded by zeroing his hands in on
her breasts and kissing her along her neck, making little grunting sounds.

   She pushed him onto his back and then straddled him, guiding his hands
to her chest.  He rubbed her breasts with both hands, alternately squeezing
and gently feeling her nipples, until finally she pushed his hands away and
dropped her robe off her shoulders.  Then she lifted her night shirt over
her head and she was topless.

   "Aunt Soo-Jung," David breathed.

   "I want you to kiss my breasts," she said.  "Do that thing with your
tongue."

   She leaned down on her elbows so that her breasts were before his face.
He took one of her breasts with his hand, opened his mouth, and plunged her
nipple into his lips.  His tongue circled her nipple, flicked it, and in a
moment she was gasping, gripping his head and holding it there against her
breasts.  His tongue just worked and worked.  The sensations tore through
her body like fire.

   ***

   As he kissed her breasts Dave was suddenly aware that she was reaching
for his hand.  He let it be taken and she guided it down, down, past her
belly, to the edge of her panties.  'Put your hand in," she said.

   "In there?"

   "Yes, David!" She urged.  "Explore me.  Don't be shy."

   Slowly he pressed his fingers past the delicate little elastic strap on
her panties.  He felt smooth, warm skin, and then his descending fingertips
met a patch of hair.  Aunt Soo-Jung rocked her hips into his hand.

   "Keep going," she said in a wavering voice.

   His fingers met a little mound, crept up it, and as they descended the
other side Aunt Soo-Jung moaned.  Dave stopped, startled, but she shook her
head.  "Keep going!" She commanded.

   He kept pushing and suddenly his fingertips met hot, wet skin.  Dave
paused but she rocked her hips again, moving his fingers into this new
area. Aunt Soo-Jung moaned again and grabbed his hand, guided it.  "Rub
it," she said.  "Oh, baby, I like it, rub it.  There!  Right there..."

   Her hand dropped away as gently he moved his fingers along the crevices
of this wonderful little place.  After a moment she took his hand again and
guided his fingertips until they met a little point of skin.

   "There!" She moaned.  When he tapped it she nodded her head vigorously,
and then he began rubbing it in various manners.  It turned some kind of
switch in her.  She began thrusting and rolling her hips into his hand. 
After a moment she gasped, "Put your fingers inside me.  Put them in my
pussy."

   "How?" He said.

   "Just press your fingers," she said.  "I'm not going to help you.  I
need to hold the bed.  There's a fold.  It's my opening.  There.  Right
there.  Yes, baby, yes!"

   Dave felt a wave of wet warmth enclose his index and middle finger,
while his palm still pressed against that little point of skin she liked.
She moaned fiercely and then started thrusting her hips stronger and
stronger until she was bucking wildly into his hand.  He just kept feeling
and feeling with his fingers, extending them inside her, his whole hand
getting wet.

   She stopped suddenly, pulled his hand away from her crotch, and then
wriggled quickly out of her shorts and panties, so that she was naked. 
Dave was so breath taken by her bare body that he breathed raggedly.  Then
she lowered herself onto him.  He was wearing a pair of nylon basketball
shorts and through them he could feel that warm patch of skin between her
legs press directly onto his swollen cock.

   Aunt Soo-Jung made an "mmmm-mmmm" sound as she thrust that little point
of skin all along his shaft, back and forth, back and forth.  Her wetness
soaked through the thin layers of cloth between them and in a moment his
penis was slick with her juices even as it was still trapped inside his
underwear.

   ***

   Soo-Jung forced herself to stop.  She'd allowed Dale to dry-hump her
before, but never had she been the naked one.  As she moved her crotch
against David's, however, she couldn't get over the feeling of his stiff
rod rubbing against her clitoris.  She just couldn't get enough.  Through
sheer force of will she stopped.

   Then she remembered his tongue.  God, if his fingers could get her so
riled up...

   "Take off your clothes," she heard herself saying, even though she
hadn't meant to.  It was her body talking, and that scared her a little
bit. But then David removed his shirt, revealing his skinny yet developing
chest.  She thought it was cute and rubbed her hands along his smooth skin.
Then she ran her hands down his belly and pulled at his shorts and
underwear.  He arched his back, his shorts came down, and then his big,
bare penis flopped out, all swollen.  She pulled his shorts and underwear
off his ankles.

   "Can you kiss me where you touched me with your hand?" She said.  David
nodded yes.  A little voice told her this was not a good idea, but she lay
on her back and pulled him to her.  They kissed, with his weight on her. 
She could feel his cock pressed against her side.

   He kissed her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck.  Next he lingered for
a moment on her breasts, suckling each one tenderly, and then moved down
her belly, all purely by some Cassanova instinct, and then to her hips, her
thighs-

   ***

   Aunt Soo-Jung spread her legs for him.  The smell of her was thick and
heavy, and he felt he was moving his lips to her inner sanctum.  He kissed
along her hamstrings, the inside of her thigh.  Then finally his tongue
reached home.  Dave followed instinct and ran it in one sweep, bottom to
top, and then down again.  She gripped his head and whipped her head back
and forth.  He did it a few more times, then went looking for that little
point of skin.

   "No!  No!  No!" She wheezed, overcome.

   "No?" He said, raising his head.

   "I mean yes!" She cried, and pulled him by the hair back to her crotch.
She gasped as he found that little point of skin, and he circled it with
his tongue, then pressed the tip of his tongue against it.  Licked it.  She
tasted sweet.

   Her thighs closed and opened on his head as his tongue worked its way
around her pussy.  Dave decided he wanted to taste inside where his fingers
were.  He worked his tongue down to the opening of her vagina, pressed
against it, and then his tongue slipped in.  He pushed it as far as it
would go, savoring the taste of Aunt Soo-Jung as she enveloped his tongue.

   Her body began to quake as if stricken by an earthquake.

   ***

   Soo-Jung was crying out into her hand.  Never had she experienced an
orgasm so dramatic, and it just kept popping with each thrust of David's
tongue.  He was playing her like an instrument.  He was an artist and she
was his craft.

   A thought erupted in her head.  He was her soul-mate.  There was no
other way to explain how he knew how to make her feel so good.  She wanted
to wrap herself around him, to devour him, to feel him inside her--no,
wait!--to feel his skin...  to feel him closer...

   "David," she said, "Come here.  Kiss me.  On the mouth."

   He withdrew his mouth from her pussy and came up to kiss her.  She let
him kiss her and then grabbed his penis.  It was still rock hard, slightly
curved so that it could enter her -- HER, no one else -- and stay put,
until...

   He was breathing quickly.  They weren't kissing or saying anything.  She
was rubbing his penis with her hand, up and down, up and down, as it hung
directly over her pussy.  All the years she'd held onto that vow never to
have sex, and here it was, his penis inches away, how good it could feel-

   She rubbed it against her vagina.  It didn't penetrate her, it just kind
of dabbed along the outside, brushed the clitoris.  Oh, it felt good.  She
rubbed it again.  They moaned together.  In a moment he was rubbing his
penis all along her clitoris with slow, revolving sweeps of his hips.  He
hadn't penetrated her, but Soo-Jung was fixated on the idea.

   She opened her mouth to ask him if he wanted to be inside her.  Then she
heard voices.

   ***

   Dale had woken up at some point - he wasn't sure what had woke him - and
Soo-Jung was gone.  She could have just been at the bathroom but for some
reason his wife's absence seemed heavy and consequential.  He got up and
walked over to the bathroom.  It was empty.  All around the house he could
hear soft snores.

   He went to the window and looked outside.  The full moon glimmered off
the water.  Something occurred to him and he went to look at the assortment
of sandals next to the door.  Soo-Jung's pink flip flops with the little
flower on the toe strap were gone.

   Dale found himself remembering Soo-Jung's rage at the bet, and now he
wondered if he shouldn't have looked into her quick turnaround from raging
phoenix into the kind and doting wife.  She never got over a fight that
fast.  Something was behind it.  Something else was going on.

   He began to walk through the cabin, hoping that the missing sandals were
merely someplace else and that she was sleeping (alone) on the couch.  She
was not on the couch.  She was not on the hide-a-bed that Pete and Harold
had been using.

   Dale braced himself as he reached Conner's room.  He didn't know why but
he did.  The door was shut.  Slowly, he turned the handle and opened the
door.  There was a nightlight and he saw Conner sprawled out and snoring -
alone - on the bed.

   Dale felt embarrassed.  What was his problem?  He asked himself as he
closed the door.  Didn't he trust Soo-Jung at all?  He did, he thought, but
something just wasn't right here.  She could just be out on a walk, but
that would be highly unusual.  He walked down the hall, checked his
parent's room in case she was on their futon for some reason, but she was
not.

   He saw David's door.  Again he felt that great unease rising up in him.
This time it was even greater, although logic told him that if she was
messing around with any of their nephews, David would be the least likely
since he was the youngest.

   Still, he reached for the handle and turned it ever-so-slowly.  He
opened the door.  The room was dark.  He couldn't see whether anyone was in
the bed or not.  He padded softly across the room, paused when he hit a
creaky board, and went to the bed.  It was empty.

   Just then the light flipped on.  His sister Phyllis was at the door. 
"What's going on?" She said, a puzzled look on her face.  "What are you
doing in here?  Where's David?"

   "I don't know," Dale said.  "I was just looking for Soo-Jung.  I don't
know where she is either."

   "So you thought she might be here?  What is this?  Where are they? 
What's going on, Dale?"

   "Just calm down, Phyllis," he said.  "She and I had a fight earlier and
I thought maybe she had just found an empty spot on the floor somewhere,
anywhere."

   "Not in David's room she wouldn't.  She'd better not.  That would be
HIGHLY inappropriate.  Where are they?  This is really upsetting, Dale!"

   "I'm sure there's a good explanation," Dale said.

   "You mean you HOPE there is!"

   "Maybe they went on a walk--"

   "At 1 a.m.?" Phyllis said, her voice rising.

   "Well, I don't know, Phyllis, do you have a better explanation?"

   She drummed her fingers on her lips.  "We have to go find them."

   "Oh come on.  They'll come back."

   "No, we have to go out," Phyllis said.  "To tell you the truth I don't
trust that little hussy at all--"

   "Now wait a minute--"

   "--prancing through the cabin in her cute little bikini, wrestling with
the boys in it, she's just not proper, Dale!  Why would you let her act
that way?"

   "What are you saying?"

   "She just lets boys get thoughts in their heads, Dale!  Do you think
Pete REALLY just came up with that idea to go into the shower house all on
his own?  And now she's off somewhere with my son!"

   "She was nearly RAPED today, Phyllis, do you think she's off, off,
off--"

   "Off what?"

   Dale exhaled heavily.  "Well, I'm sure it's innocent, Phyllis, I'm
certain of it, but let's go find them.  I'm sure we'll all laugh about
this."

   "We'd better.  I will not be as meek and mild about this as Harold was!"

   They put on shirts and shorts and then got their sandals at the door. 
Despite their yelling nobody had woken up - it was deep sleep time.  The
fact that both Dale and Phyllis had been sleeping so lightly meant that
they had both been on edge.

   They went out into the night with a flashlight and went to the pier
first, to see if they were talking down there.  The pier was empty.  Dale
remembered that Soo-Jung had taken a walk down the trail earlier so they
went that way next.  They came to the bench.  It was deserted.

   They were about to turn around when something caught Phyllis's eye.  She
went to the bushes and peered at it, then poked at it with her fingers. 
Then she gasped.  She reached down and lifted up a pair of underwear.

   "These are David's," she said, shrilly.  "I recognize them."

   "Now what would they be doing here--"

   "They're David's!  I wash them every week!  I recognize them!"

   "Calm down, Phyllis, I'm sure there's a good explanation--"

   "Oh, God!" She cried.  Without another word she started back for the
cabin.  Dale followed her.  She turned around to point her finger at him.
"If she's corrupted David there will be hell to pay, mister!"

   "Phyllis, don't jump to conclusions!"

   "How much do you really know her, Dale?"

   "I know enough to know she wouldn't do something like what you're afraid
she's doing!"

   "We'll see," Phyllis said curtly.  They walked back to the cabin.  They
were about to go inside - Phyllis was going to rouse everyone - when she
stopped suddenly.  She looked toward the cars.  "Did you hear that?" She
said.  Dale listened.  He didn't hear anything.  Phyllis swept the
flashlight over the cars but saw nothing.  Then Dale heard it, too.  It was
Soo-Jung's voice somewhere, muffled.  There was nothing for a moment, and
then they heard it again.  This time Soo-Jung had shrieked.

   They ran toward the sound.  In a moment they determined it was coming
from Uncle Tom's camper.  They circled it, stopped, and from somewhere
inside they heard it again: A muffled sound, then Soo-Jung's voice saying,
"David!"

   "She's molesting him!" Phyllis cried.

   "He's raping her!" Dale countered.  Together they ran to the door and
tried the handle.  It was locked.  They ran back to the rear of the camper,
where the sound was coming from.  Phyllis shouted for David and Dale
shouted for Soo-Jung, but there was no reply.  Phyllis went running back
for the cabin.  Dale just stood there, listening.

   ***

   Soo-Jung heard them.  She was, in a word, screwed.  Her marriage was
over.  She was headed to jail.  Once they discovered she was in the camper
with David there would be no problem connecting the dots - no matter what
she was doing.

   So why not?

   "Get my robe," she whispered, to David.  "Quick.  Don't turn on the
light."

   "Are we done?" David said.

   "Get it, please."

   David got off the bed and fished around for her robe.  In a moment he
came back, holding the robe.  "Put it under my," she said.  She raised her
butt and he slid it under her.  She could tell he was disappointed by the
slump in his cock, and she grabbed his shaft and stroked it.  "There's
going to be a little blood because this is my first time.  No, we're not
done, David.  We've only just started."

   David's face lit up.  Slowly she coaxed him back on top of her.  Their
lips met and she stroked the life back into his cock.  It was now or never.


   "You wanna go inside me?" She said.  He nodded as he kissed her.  "Good,
good," she said.  Soo-Jung pushed the head of his cock down toward her
crotch.  Then she lifted her hips so her pussy angled upward.

   "Okay," she breathed, "Just relax and lower it down on me.  Let me do
the rest."

   David relaxed his back and arms, and as his body descended she pushed on
his penis with palm hand and angled it at the spot where his tongue had
breached her.  His weight provided the thrust, and yet for a moment there
was resistance - his cock was hung up on her pubic bone - so she lifted
herself a bit more and pushed his cock just a bit lower, and then she felt
his shaft sliding along her fingers, and then a tightening in her vagina.

   As his body pressed down on hers a thousand new wonderful sensations
roared through her, and David was groaning, and she became aware of a dense
lump somewhere in the general area beneath her belly button.  Then she
realized -- he was in!

   "Ohhhhh David!" she moaned, and ran her hands down as far as she could
along his body, grabbed the lower curve of his ass, and pulled.  That
tightness inside her surged, and David planted his hands next to her hips
and pushed himself at her, driving his cock into her, and Soo-Jung felt a
thickness penetrating deep into her belly.  Something inside her kind of
snapped.  There was a flash of pain, and then the pain crossed that thin
line to pleasure.

   She gasped and spread her legs partly to accommodate him, partly to
relieve the pressure, and then the stiffness inside her was gone.  Then she
realized that his penis was out, swaying between her thighs, dripping with
her wetness.

   "What's the matter?" she said, breathlessly.  "Isn't it good?"

   "Sorry," he said, "I just popped out by accident!"

   "Sorry," she said, with a laugh.  "I've never done this!"

   "Me neither!"

   They laughed together and again she reached for his penis.  Again she
guided it, now slick with her juices, to the opening of her vagina, and
gave the cue for him to lay down.  She placed a knuckle to angle his cock
around her pubic bone, and it worked.  He slipped into her easily, almost
ridiculously so.  He thrust his hips against hers, and she felt his shaft
slipping past the pubic bone, circumventing it - how incredible, the angle
of his shaft!  -- and plunging deep, deep into her pussy.

   An orgasm began to emerge in her belly and she threw her head back and
moaned at the wall.  "It's incredibullllll..." she emitted, but then gasped
as suddenly he was out again.

   "Oh, Aunt Soo-Jung, I'm sorry!" He said.  "It popped out again!"

   "That's okay!" She said, enthusiastically.  "Oh, baby, it's such a good
start!  We have to work together.  Come on, it's worth it, isn't it?  Good,
let's try it again, we don't have much time..."

   ***

   Dave was almost overcome.  The whole experience was intoxicating,
dreamlike.  Her legs on either side of him, her ankles hooked around his
hamstrings, the warm chafe of their bellies, her nipples running up and
down against his chest , and of course, there, at their union point, a hot,
wet, slipping and sliding.

   Her smell rose up and met his nose.  He looked down at her body.  A
stereo light next to the bed kept changing shapes and colors, and the
myriad lights danced over her curves, her bare, thin shoulders, her
breasts, the dark spots of her nipples, all outlined by the dark spread of
the sheets.  She was smiling at him and her arms were rubbing his chest up
and down, up and down, and she was speaking reassuringly.  God, he'd never
wanted something so bad in his life as he wanted to fuck her.  If only he
could keep his fucking cock inside her!

   He nodded the signal: Try again.  She took his penis tenderly in her
hand.  This was the sixth try.  Each time he'd thrust once and then pop
out. She guided him to that certain fold - after three attempts he
recognized it - and by now he could angle himself so that she didn't need
to guide him in with her hand.  That was progress, anyway.

   And now, instead of just letting his weight provide the thrust, he
applied his stomach and back muscles, and his shaft slipped into her.  Her
breathing quickened and her hands clenched his sides and he moaned as the
wet interior of her pussy clung around his cock.  He shook his head in
disbelief.  There was nothing like it.  Nothing!  He kept creeping his
shaft forward until his testicles allowed it no more.  That part by now was
mastered.  Now to keep it in...

   He had a paradigm shift.  Instead of envisioning a wild, pumping romp,
he thought of something gentler.  Slightly, just slightly, he jiggled
himself, so that he didn't withdraw his cock at all, just kind of swirled
it.  Aunt Soo-Jung went, "MmmmMMMMmmm," and he tried it again.  Aunt
Soo-Jung's hands moved to his arms and her mouth formed a little `O' and
that's what she said: "Oh!" He jiggled just a little more, exactly the same
as before, playing it safe, but apparently to Aunt Soo-Jung it wasn't
exactly the same, and she went "OHHHhhh!" and then something new: she
thrust her hips up into his.  There was a marvelous moment of upward
pressure on his shaft, but when she rocked her hips back to the bed he
popped out of her.

   "Dang it!" He said, slapping the bed covers.

   "That's okay!  That was my fault!" Aunt Soo-Jung said, and pulled him
down for a quick kiss.  "That was great!  That was improvement, right? 
We're learning!  Try it again!" She pulled his ear close.  "This is what
sex is like, baby, and I LOVE it."

   *** Soo-Jung threw her head back and felt David's body bumping into her.
He seemed to have finally discovered how to keep himself inside her.  Now
if only she could hold up her end of the bargain!  Soo-Jung learned that it
was as much her job to keep his penis inside her as it was his.  Part of
her wished she had done this before so that she could be more adept at it,
but mostly she was happy she was learning this with him.  She loved David;
her body screamed for him.

   It was the fourth try since he learned his little "jiggle" trick.  He
didn't need her help to guide his shaft into her pussy anymore, and as he
did she could feel his body brace as he tried to cope with this wonderful
new feeling.  It was new for her, too.  Nothing, she surmised, was anything
like getting a penis inside you, not even fingers or a tongue.  Sure, those
were nice, in their own way, but this was something primal.  There was
meaning in it deeper than anything else.

   He was full inside her again.  He jiggled, setting loose a cascade of
sensation up and down her spine.  She rubbed his chest tenderly.  He
jiggled again, and she fought the urge to thrust herself into him, for fear
he'd pop out again.  But the question posed itself to her even as he
jiggled again and she moaned out loud: How do you escalate the act? 
Intercourse was supposed to break bed springs and pound walls and make the
neighbors upset.  What she was doing with David was incredible, but they
were being quiet as mice, except for their moans.

   He jiggled.  "Tell me when you're going to do that again," she said,
after she regained her breath.  `I'm gonna try something."

   "Okay," he said.  "I'm going to now."

   And when he jiggled, she rocked her hips just slightly, more slightly
than before, in a contrary direction to David's move.  The result was like
lightning.  Not only did they magnify the sensation, but they had given
each other a response.  An answer.  And best of all, when she synchronized
her hips to his, her movement had only driven him deeper instead of popping
him out.

   "Oh God, David!" She moaned.

   He nodded.  "I'm gonna do it again!"

   He did, and she swirled her hips at the same time, and even though an
orgasm ripped through her legs she resisted the urge to fling herself into
him.  David was going, "Oh-oh-oh-oh..." Then: "I'm doing it again!"

   She cried out in anticipation and rocked her hips, wrapped her ankles
around his ass, pulled him close with her arms.  They rode out the
exquisite wave and then relaxed.  A moment later he did it again, but she
didn't need to be told.  She could just tell by the quickening of his
breath, the flex of his hamstrings against her heels, the little smile
growing on his face.  She swirled her hips just as he swirled his.  She
felt his stiffness rock around inside her more vigorously than ever before.
They moaned into each other's necks.

   "Again!" She urged, and he did, in time with her, and they gasped each
other's names and quaked with the deep sensations rippling out from the
point of their union.

   So that was the secret, Soo-Jung realized.  It wasn't the size of the
boat, the motion of the ocean, or any of that.  It was timing.  She tossed
her head back and the next thrust they did together without speaking.  The
bed emitted its first creak, and they laughed together, then thrust again.
So Dale had a $500 bet that David wouldn't lay a hand on her, she thought.
Dale was going to owe David $10,000 before the night was over!

   A few moments later all she knew was the steady creaking of the bed, the
sight of David's shaft - that perfectly angled, long, thick, hairless
shaft! -- appearing and disappearing below the furry mound between her
legs, the bump and slap of his tight belly against hers, the sense of
something hard and stiff plunging around inside her, and an intense,
ongoing orgasm that was growing like a fire in her lower belly.  She rocked
her hips wildly, now, against him.  The orgasm spread down her legs, so she
hooked them around him, so as not to let him escape; it spread to her
breasts, so that she held him close so his chest would chafe against her
nipples; it spread to her hands, so that she rubbed her palms all over
every inch of him; and it swept up her spine, into her neck and head, like
an Iowa thunderstorm, so that she threw her head back and cried out his
name, and every bit of her was on fire.

   ***

   David was on his elbows above Aunt Soo-Jung, hands cupped on her
shoulders as he drove his shaft into her wholly cooperating pussy.  Their
bare bodies rubbed together along several surfaces - their legs, their
chests, their bellies, their hands, their arms, his lips on her neck. 
"David!" She moaned.  "OhhOHHhhOHhhh David, oh, David!"

   At some point her knee flung out and smacked the stereo, turning it on.
Kenny G started playing, softly, but they paid no heed.  They had figured
out how to move together and now it was as if their genitals were locked
together.  After all those days of dreaming and whacking off to photographs
and wondering if he ever had a chance with Aunt Soo-Jung, nothing short of
a crowbar would separate his cock from her pussy now.

   At some point Dave thought he heard something outside, but he knew
everyone was sleeping - he wanted to assume everyone was sleeping.  If he
was of normal mind he would have nearly panicked at the possibility of
someone being outside - it might be his mother, after all, since she
generally slept with one eye open - but in his sex-crazed state he merely
ignored it.

   The only female who mattered to him at this moment was the lovely Korean
who was getting worked into a frenzy beneath him.

   ***

   Soo-Jung heard something too.  Some sound outside the camper walls
penetrated her orgasmic haze, and though she lost track of the sound, it
reminded her that the world kept turning despite this evening's incredible
union with David.  There were other forces at work and they could get her
in a lot of trouble for what she was doing right now.

   She reached down and pushed gently on his belly, and his penis slowed to
a stop, but when he moved to pull his shaft out of her she shook her head
and reached down and kept it inside her.  She pulled his face to her and
kissed her, then pressed her mouth against his ear.  "David," she
whispered. "I want you to come.  You know what that is?"

   "Yes," he said, nodding.  "Now?"

   She nodded excitedly.  "We've got to do it now, baby, or we might never
get to," she said.

   He nodded.  She took a deep breath and reached down and grabbed his
testicles.  "I'm going to help you," she said.  She played with his
testicles as he eased his cock back into her depths.  "I've come all that I
need to, baby.  It's changed my fucking life.  Now it's your turn!"

   ***

   Tom woke when his door burst open and his sister, Phyllis, was at the
bedside, yelling something about the keys to the camper.

   "Now wait a minute, Phyllis," he said, totally disoriented.  His wife
was saying "Tom?  Tom?" and Phyllis was shaking his arm.

   "Where are they?  We need to get inside!" Phyllis was saying, almost
frantically.

   "Phyllis," he boomed, "what in the HELL is going on?"

   "David is being hurt!" She cried.

   "Hurt?" He said, swinging his legs out of bed.  "I'll get my gun--"

   "You don't need your gun," Phyllis said.  "Just get your keys!  Please!
I'm pleading with you!  David is having something very--very wrong
happening to him!  He might think he likes it but it's going to hurt him!"

   "What the hell?" Tom uttered, as he grabbed his shirt.  "Phyllis, are
you drunk?"

   "No!  I think Soo-Jung is molesting him!"

   Tom and his wife stopped.  They stared at her.  "Molesting David?" Tom
said.  "He's bigger than she is!  How--"

   "They're in the camper," Phyllis said, breathlessly, "right now!"

   Tom stammered.  "How in the world could--"

   "Tom," his wife said, impatiently, "get the damn keys."

   Tom put up his hands and searched around for the keys.  "Where did I put
those things?" He said.  Phyllis paced back and forth, hands over her eyes.

   "I knew something was wrong with her the moment she got here this year,"
Phyllis was saying.  "Oh, David, how will you recover from this?"

   "Hell," Tom grumbled, "I could think of a lot worse things that could
happen to a teenage boy than being molested by--"

   "Tom!" His wife said.  "Keys!"

   Tom found them.  They were in his slipper.  "Now how did they get
there?" He walked with Phyllis out the door and down the steps, and they
put on their flip flops and headed out.  Tom could see Dale standing next
to the camper.

   ***

   When Soo-Jung gave David permission to come it ushered in a whole new
experience.  As he threw his inhibitions aside, Soo-Jung could feel him
grinding his cock into her deeper and stronger than ever.  Her orgasm,
dampened after hearing the voices, picked back up, raised her to new
heights as her body was tossed to and from by his thrusts.

   David was going to come!  At last!  At that moment nothing in the world
sounded more wonderful to her.  She would have the ultimate union with him.
She would have David and she'd have a part of him inside her long after he
withdrew his penis and they parted.  Soo-Jung heard herself making new
sounds: an animal-like growl from deep in her throat, a high-pitched cry.
She wanted him to fill her completely.

   When they first started she could hardly move a muscle without his cock
popping out of her pussy, but by now they were so in tune that she was
fairly flinging her body at him and his penis remained firmly wedged in her
cunt, kept there by timely thrusts of the hips and the physics of how their
bodies came together.  As her orgasm reached its shrieking peak she ran her
hands up his back and hooked her ankles just below his ass, as if she were
trying to scale him like a tree.

   She could feel his whole body stiffening, preparing to come.  She made
last-second preparations.  She tightened her thighs and hooked her ankles
just below his ass.  She gripped his ass with her hands, pulling him close.
Part of it was to magnify the sensations, but part of it was a swelling,
animal instinct inside her to ensure that when he came he came inside her,
and that he didn't pop out in the throes of orgasm.  David seemed to be
doing the same thing.  He gripped her shoulder with one hand and wedged the
other under her ass, pulling her hips into his.  Nothing would separate
them now.  "Okay, stay there, stay, stay..." he was saying.

   "I'm here, baby, I'm here for you!" She replied.

   As they went into the home stretch, Soo-Jung realized for the first time
that when you love someone this much, there's nothing better in the world
than just laying back and letting them fuck you.

   *** Phyllis couldn't believe it.  Somewhere she heard Soo-Jung's cries,
and here was Tom, fumbling with his keys at the door of the camper.  He
couldn't find it.  Dale was somewhere outside.

   "Aw nuts," Tom said.  "Wrong key chain." He turned and started walking
back toward the cabin.

   "Tom!" Phyllis said.

   "What?" He said.  "I got the wrong keys!"

   "Well, hurry, goddammit!"

   A cloud passed over his face.  "Now this is no occasion to use the
Lord's name in vain--"

   "Tom!"

   He raised his palms and went.

   *** Dave could feel it happening.  Aunt Soo-Jung's mouth had formed a
little `O' and her cheeks were blowing outward with his every thrust.  She
said things in Korean that he didn't understand.  Then she'd switch to
English: "Oh, God, David, move, don't stop!  There, THERE! 
OhGODmyohgoodnessDAVIDohDAVIDDAVID--DAVID--DAVID..."
He marveled at how suddenly and abruptly life changes.  Aunt Soo-Jung,
the object of his imagination, the bride in his Uncle Dale's wedding, the
object of all those photographs, was now a writhing, moaning nymph beneath

him, receiving his penis with the energy and enthusiasm of an acrobat.

   "I'm gonna come!" He moaned.

   "COME!" She cried.  "And don't you DARE come out until...  you're... 
DONE!"

   His cock became a single, intense fulcrum, the thing upon which
everything focused - the bed, the camper, his life, Aunt Soo-Jung's life,
lives outside the camper.  They planted their foreheads together and they
both looked down at the last remaining thrusts of their intercourse,
feeling nothing, caring of nothing but the incredible stretch of his penis
on its final thrust, making deep contact inside her.

   ***

   Tom had returned, but he, Phyllis, and Dale had all stopped as a long,
raspy moan from inside the camper raised pitch to a cry.

   *** Dave felt her pussy contract as she had her orgasm, and he could
hold back no more.  Everything before his eyes went red and his penis
exploded.  Spurt after spurt of sperm were propelled up his shaft by mighty
contractions of his cock.  When the sperm reached the end of his penis it
was flung by the millions into the depths of Aunt Soo-Jung's vagina.  Again
and again he could feel his semen gathering at the base of his shaft, then
rushing like the Pacific surf into Aunt Soo-Jung.  It just kept coming.

   Somewhere below her belly button he could hear a gurgling sound.

   *** Soo-Jung could feel David's whole body shaking as he came inside
her. She brought her hands to her face as her orgasm roared through her
like a jet engine.  She could feel the pulses of his sperm splashing in her
vagina.  The stiffness inside her clenched and unclenched like a fist.

   Slowly, gradually, their orgasms began to subside and they relaxed their
intertwined bodies, so that they slowly began to part.  Soo-Jung began to
regain her senses.  She could hear the Kenny G playing.  She noticed that
the sheets were a tangled mess.  She was suddenly aware of how tired she
was, and she unhooked her ankles and let her legs fall from his sides. 
David's thrusts grew slower and slower, and then he seemed spent, too.  His
arms gave way and he sagged down on top of her.  Then he raised his head
wearily and smiled at her.  God, she loved him.  She kissed his mouth.

   "Oh my GOD, that was incredible," she said.  "I don't know--how--how can
anything..." She was at a loss for words.

   David rose to his elbows.  His cock had lost some of its tension.  "I
don't want you to go," she said, "but we have to.  Get those tissue and
pull it out.  Oh, baby, I wish we could keep it in there for a while, but
I'm afraid we have to pull it out in a hurry."

   He groaned softly as he pulled his penis out, and she suddenly had a
hollow feeling.  Then she felt a torrent of David's hot sperm leak out of
her vagina and flow down her ass.  "Whoops," she said, lifting her hips. 
She grabbed a handful of tissue and wiped away the cum.  It kept flowing
out.  It was a thick, hot, river.

   "Geez, David," she said.  "You came a LOT." "

   There was a bang from the front of the cabin, and then footsteps.  They
froze.  David sprang off the bed.

   *** Dave heard his mother's voice approaching.  Panic swept into him. 
But then Aunt Soo-Jung put a hand on his arm and he was calm.

   "Don't panic.  You locked the door," she said.  "Stay calm and get
dressed.  Quickly, if you want to get away with this."

   Dave nodded and scrambled for his clothes.  Aunt Soo-Jung turned on the
bedside light to help him.  "Why aren't you getting dressed?" He said.

   "Don't worry about me," she said.  "I have an idea.  I'll be fine.  Take
care of yourself."

   Outside the bedroom door they could hear the voice of Dave's mother:
"What do you mean there's no key for this door?  Open it up, Tom!"

   Then Uncle Tom's voice: "I mean, Phyllis, that there is no key that
works on this door!  You can only unlock it from the inside!"

   "Well, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" His mother pounded on
the door.  "David!  Are you in there?  Open the door, honey!  Soo-Jung! 
Open the door!  Don't lay another hand on him!"

   By then Dave was dressed.  He was shaking but Aunt Soo-Jung was so calm
that it soothed him.  She smiled at the banging door.  "My hands are only
part of what I did to him," she said, quietly so that only Dave to hear. 
He giggled.  Aunt Soo-Jung reached up and unlocked the window.  It was
large enough for an emergency egress.  "Out you go," she said.

   He looked up at the window.  "What about you?"

   "Don't worry about me.  They know I'm here, but you're a quiet lover. 
If you get out that window and go back to your room, everything will be
alright."

   Dave paused, not really understanding what she was thinking, but there
was a bang on the door and that got him moving.  He opened the window,
stood on the bed, swung a leg up, then the other leg.

   "Good night, baby," Aunt Soo-Jung said to him, just before he dropped to
the ground.  She kissed him deeply.  "Until we meet again."

   "Good night," he said.  He dropped to the ground.  He rolled when he hit
the pine needles, got up, and came face to face with Uncle Dale.  His uncle
grabbed David's arm.

   "Not so fast," Uncle Dale said.  "You little bastard, I should beat your
face in!"

   "Let me go!" Dave hissed.  He was reeling from the turnaround in events.
Three minutes ago he was having an orgasm inside Aunt Soo-Jung and now he
was about to get pulverized by Uncle Dale.  But he knew he had to stay
cool. He knew Aunt Soo-Jung could get in a lot of trouble if they were
caught.  "Let me go!" He repeated, yanking his arm mightily.

   "Make me!" Uncle Dale growled, curling one hand into a fist.

   Dave paused.  Then he opened his mouth.  "Do you want everyone to find
out what I did to Aunt Soo-Jung?  That you could never do her but I did?"

   Uncle Dale's mouth dropped.  "That's not true--"

   "It IS true," Dave said.  "And I think she would back me up."

   ***

   Dale looked hatefully at David.  Slowly he released the boy's arm.

   "Thanks, Uncle Dale," David said, and he turned and ran as fast as he
could back toward the house.  Dale watched him go.  What the boy had said
was true.  He watched David reach the porch, throw open the door, and
disappear inside.

   Dale sank to the ground, defeated.

   ***

   Soo-Jung smiled.  She had heard the exchange between Dale and David, and
an incredible rush went through her.  She might actually get away with it!
She mopped away more semen from her vagina and got up slowly.  On the other
side of the door David's mother and Tom were calling for them to open the
door.

   She paused to look around the room.  She had a warm feeling deep inside
her belly.  She smiled and rubbed it.  That warmth was David.  She could
feel herself glowing.  She wanted David back in her arms, back inside her.
She had never felt this way about Dale.  After sex with Dale - a phrase
that from now on would always evoke a roll of her eyes - she wanted to
clean up as quickly as possible, to be done with it and move on.  But with
David...

   She reached a hand between her legs, stuck a finger into her pussy, and
withdrew it.  She brought the finger up to her nose and smelled it.  She
could smell David's semen.  It was sweet.  She put her finger to her mouth
and tasted him.

   Soo-Jung put on her robe, tied it, and then went to the bedroom door. 
By now David would be safely back at the cabin.  She unlocked the door and
stepped back.  Phyllis and Tom burst through the door.

   "Where is he?" Phyllis cried.  "What have you done with my son?"

   "Your son?" Soo-Jung said, standing next to the bed.  "I haven't seen
him."

   "Lies!" Phyllis cried.  "We HEARD you saying his name!"

   Soo-Jung giggled.  "That doesn't mean he was actually here."

   Phyllis flew into a rage.  "You whore!  Where is he?  David?  Where are
you?  David?"

   "Phyllis," Soo-Jung said, "You're being silly.  I already told you he's
not here."

   "You liar!" Phyllis said.  She looked in the closet, then under the bed.
Flustered, she went outside.  Soo-Jung could hear her call to Dale, who was
still outside.

   "Dale!  Dale!" Phyllis called.  "Did you see David come out the window?"

   "No," Dale said, after a short pause.  "I didn't see anyone come out."

   In a moment Phyllis was back in the room.  She was breathing a little
easier.  "WHAT is going on here?" she said, suddenly aware that she was
losing her reason for rousing everyone out of bed and going wild this
particular evening.

   Soo-Jung smiled.  "Well, if you MUST know, Phyllis, I tend to get a
little carried away with my fantasies.  Things get a little outlandish.  I
thought if I were out in the camper I could have some privacy.  I guess
not."

   "But we HEARD--"

   "What did you hear?" Soo-Jung said.  "You heard me.  I can guarantee you
didn't hear David."

   Phyllis opened her mouth, then closed it.  "We heard you say his name!"
She said.

   Soo-Jung arched an eyebrow.  "Well, what can I say," she said.  "He was
the star of the show tonight, only he wasn't here, thank God.  That would
have been a problem.  A call-the-cops kind of problem.  But don't worry,
even if I had approached him, he's afraid to even talk to me, to tell you
the truth.  He's a good little boy.  He won't touch a woman until you
approve of it and come alon as chaperone.  Me, on the other hand, well, I'm
guilty of having an imagination, I guess."

   Phyllis stared at her for a long time.  "This doesn't make sense," she
squeaked, red-faced.  Then she turned and left.

   *** Tom watched her go.  Then he turned back to Soo-Jung.  She stood
there looking at him, a little smile on her face.  Her hair was mussed and
she was in a bathrobe.  The bed was an absolute mess, sheets torn up.  Tom
walked to the window and looked down to the ground.  Dale was gone, too,
who knows where.

   "So David went right out this window, huh?" Tom said.

   "Didn't you hear--"

   "I know what you SAID, Soo-Jung," Tom said, with a chuckle.  "And I know
what I see.  And smell.  You're lucky Phyllis is so naïve.  You and David
really had a go at it, didn't you?"

   Soo-Jung smiled a little uneasily and just blinked at him.  Tom spotted
something on the floor.  He went over and picked up a ball of tissue.  He
raised it to his nose.

   "Now that's interesting," he said, dropping it into the trash.  "Somehow
in your fantasy you were actually able to create human sperm.  Now that's
one powerful imagination.  Who needs men?"

   Soo-Jung dropped her smile.  "I'll deny it," she said, her voice
wavering.

   "Oh really?" Tom said.  "Phyllis was too upset to notice this tissue,
but if she knew about it she'd contact the local police in a nanosecond. 
They'd come and of course, law-fearing man that I am, I'd have to tell them
what I know.  They'd take this little wad of tissue down to the lab and
presto, before you know it, you're doing 4 to 8 in the state penitentiary."

   Soo-Jung blinked hard.  Her voice dropped.  "We were just having a good
time, Tom.  I didn't hurt him.  By this age most boys, anyway, you can't
corrupt them.  Please, Tom, you don't have to tell anyone about this."

   "Well, no, I don't HAVE to do anything," Tom said.  He looked her up and
down.  Almighty, he thought, she was a fine little dish, even all tucked
away in that robe.  She was watching his eyes.

   *** Soo-Jung could read his eyes.  She knew that look.  Her stomach
turned.  Tom was overweight, and she liked thin guys, not big ones.  But
another part of her figured that a hand job or blow job or whatever Tom had
in mind was worth the price if that's what it took to stay out of jail.

   Tom smiled at her as Soo-Jung parted the robe and let it fall to her
feet.  She was nude underneath.  Tom soaked her in with his eyes and let
out a low whistle.  "Dale sure made a catch when he got you," he said. 
"Did he ever tell you how he stole my girlfriend once?  I never did get
even with him."

   He looked out the window, then down the hall of the camper.  Then he
shut the door and locked it.  Tom walked over to her and reached out to
touch her breast crudely.  She smiled wanly at him and began to lower to
her knees, but Tom shook his head no.

   "Get on the bed," he said.

   She held her ground.  She didn't want to foul David's sperm with his. 
"Tom," she said.  "I don't think we should--"

   "You're in no position to tell me what we should or shouldn't do," Tom
said, cooly.  "You're looking at a good piece of prison time, dear.  Get on
the bed and I'll make it easy for you.  You can come away from this a free
woman."

   She wiped away a tear that had welled up in her eye and crawled
obligatorily onto the bed.  Soo-Jung knew she was trapped.  Tom removed his
shirt and shorts so that he was wearing only his boxers.  Even with the
overhang of his gut she could see that he was already becoming aroused.  He
walked over to a dresser, opened it, and withdrew a bottle of Vaseline.

   "I'm not one for sloppy seconds," he said.  He came over and got on the
bed.  The bed creaked mightily.  He handed her the Vaseline.  "Put this on
me," he said.

   "Where?" She said.

   "You know where."

   "Oh, Tom," she said, dismayed.

   "Might want to put a good amount on there," Tom said.

   By the way he was acting Soo-Jung knew there was no way out of what was
coming.  Maybe it was karma, she thought - the price of having David.  She
opened the cap and took two fingertips worth of Vaseline onto her hand. 
Tom rose to his knees, lifted his gut, and pulled down his boxers, and then
she was face-to-face with the fourth penis in 24 hours.  She reached down
and grasped it, stroking it.  It swelled in her hand.

   "I can jerk you off," she said.  "I can make you come hard this way."

   "I'm sure you can.  But you're not going to jerk me off," he said. 
"Just get Mr.  Johnson good and hard, sweet pea, and then I'll show you
what's coming."

   "Tom..."

   "Just get it good and stiff, sugar."

   She wiped a tear and resumed stroking his cock.  He began breathing
harder and deeper, and his shaft grew along her forearm.  "Now," he said,
after a moment, "turn around.  Get on your hands and knees.  Like a doggy."

   "Tom," she pleaded.  "I don't want to do this, it'll hurt me the second
time--"

   "I said I don't like sloppy seconds," Tom said.  "Turn around, little
doggy.  Turn around or you know what happens."

   Whimpering, Soo-Jung turned around.  Tom grabbed her hips and pulled her
ass in the air.  Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and he rubbed his
cock between her buttocks, groaning with pleasure.  Then he angled his cock
and began to poke her with it.  Only he wasn't zeroing in on her vagina. 
He was going for her anus.

   "Tom!"

   "Steady now, my little mare in heat," Tom said.  "Just relax and it'll
be nice.  That's what the missus tells me, anyway!"

   The head of his penis found her anus.  She reached back to try to
moderate him, but he moved her hand away.  She let out a agonized moan as
Tom pulled her hips against him, gently at first, then more firmly.  She
gritted her teeth as she felt his penis begin to breach her.  She was
suddenly thankful she had relieved herself earlier.

   "It's okay," Tom said, pulling her closer, "we're all slicked up, it's
not gonna hurt ya.  Just don't pucker it up so much, sweet pea, there you
go."

   He adjusted his gut so it was resting on her ass, and he pulled her
again, the hardest pull yet, and she shrieked as his cock went deeper. 
Thank God for the Vaseline, she thought, as he started to get into his
rhythm.  Her body went into spasms as it felt as if she had an enormous
shit-

   "Just relax it, honey, if you fight it it's gonna hurt ya," Tom
whispered, as his gut slapped into her ass.  With each thrust his penis
drove deeper and deeper into her anus, but she did as she was told, tried
to relax, and the sensation wasn't all pain.  It was kind of like taking a
shit after three days of constipation.  Pain and pleasure all in one.  Her
toes curled and she pressed her feet against his knees, trying to keep her
ass in the air against his powerful thrusts.  She tried to imagine that it
was David doing this to her, but he kept talking, whooping like a cowboy.

   "Oh, baby, you like this, don't ya," Tom was saying.  "I can tell you
like this!  Go ahead and say it!  Say it!"

   "Oh, Tom, I like it," she moaned.  She didn't mean it - not entirely,
anyway, though she would if it were David doing it - but Tom wasn't
accustomed to the tones of her voice and took it at face value.

   "Oh baby, baby, you're so much hotter than I imagined," Tom said, "oh
BABY, stay right there, here comes papa..."

   Soo-Jung held onto the mattress for dear life as Tom worked himself into
a spasm behind her.  The bed creaked crazily and thumped against the wall,
and she wondered how Tom thought nobody would notice.  She couldn't help
but begin to emit a long howl as his penis plunged about inside her anus.

   "Oh YEAH, oh YEAH," Tom said, "we'll do this again, won't we, sweet pea,
we'll it again!"

   And then, suddenly, Tom came.  He moaned mightily, thrusting so hard
that her arms gave way and he drove her face first to the mattress, and
then she felt his cock convulsing.  Hot semen burst out of her ass.  He
thrust another half dozen times, each time a little slower, and then he
pulled himself out of her.  His penis exited her anus with an audible
`pop.' Tom sagged to the bed.  They lay there like that for a moment before
Tom rose again.

   "Now," Tom said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

   Soo-Jung said nothing.  She rose from the bed and adjusted her hair,
letting Tom bathe his eyes on her naked body.  No sense agitating him in
any way.  She picked up the bathrobe, put it on, and smiled briefly at him.
"Please excuse me," she said.

   Tom was heartened to see her smile.  "There's the famous smile!" He
said, grinning from ear to ear.  "Is it just me or maybe can we do that
again sometime?"

   She shrugged and walked stiffly toward the bathroom.  She tossed a
glance over her shoulder.  "Maybe," she said, with a little smile.  She
went into the bathroom and closed the door.  She got a wad of toilet paper,
sat on the toilet, and dabbed at her ass as the semen poured out.

   Taking it in the ass hadn't been all that bad.  The Vaseline made it
bearable.  Maybe she'd do it again or maybe she wouldn't, but in any case
it would be on her terms.  And it certainly wouldn't be with Tom.  The
video camera that she used to record her and David was still rolling when
Tom raped her.  In fact she had stopped the tape and started it again just
after David had fled.

   She smiled to herself when she imagined what Tom's reaction would be
when he received that video in a plain manila envelope.  Secrets would
remain secrets in this family.

   ***

   Dale made his way to the pier and sat down to look over the water.  The
lap of the waves soothed him.  He didn't know what to do now.  He could
hardly live with himself knowing that a 13-year-old had done to his wife in
one night what he couldn't do in two years of marriage.

   He heard footsteps on the pier and looked up, hoping to see Soo-Jung but
instead he saw Phyllis.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.  Even though
he'd hoped for Soo-Jung, his older sister was a welcome presence despite
the earlier dispute.  Phyllis was in her night gown.  She settled down on
the pier next to him and looked over the water.

   "I really thought she and David--I'm sorry, Dale," she said.  "I
overreacted."

   He put his arm around her shoulders.  "That's okay, Phyllis.  We're
family, right?  We let that stuff slide.  I know you've always been a
little high-strung.  And I can see how you'd be suspicious."

   She laughed wearily.  "David's in his room.  He said he'd been on a
walk. Of course I believe him.  The important thing is that at least he
wasn't in that camper."

   Dale said nothing.  She looked at him.  "He wasn't, was he?"

   "No, he wasn't in that camper," Dale said.

   She looked at him.  "So are you mad that I thought Soo-Jung is capable
of such a thing?  Taking advantage of David?"

   Dave flashed her a smile to let her know everything was alright.  "Don't
make too much of my silence, Phyllis.  I'm just a little stunned, I guess."
He paused.  "You know, I've never told anyone this, but Soo-Jung has never
had sex with me."

   Phyllis's jaw dropped.  "Not even on your wedding night?"

   "Not even," Dale said.  "We've done a lot of sexual things, but not
intercourse.  And then she does these fantasies like she did tonight.  I'm
never a part of them.  Always someone else is on her mind.  She doesn't
even try to cover it up.  Screams their name and everything.  People we
know.  Friends.  Co-workers.  Relatives.  It's insane."

   Phyllis sighed.  "That's terrible.  Poor you.  She's strange.  I knew
something was off with her from the start.  And I told you so!  Have you
thought about divorce?  I mean, her not having sex, that's grounds for
divorce, isn't it?"

   "Aw, don't be too eager to see that happen, Phyllis," Dale said.

   "Oh, shush."

   "Well, maybe it is grounds for divorce," Dale said, "but I can't divorce
her.  I still love her."

   Phyllis sighed.  "You sweet, stupid, poor little thing.  That's why I
love you." She rubbed a hand along his back.  He looked at her.  Years of
worrying had made her face a little wrinkled, prematurely as she was only
32 years old, but she still was an attractive woman.  She met his eyes and
something unspoken passed between them and a smile came to her face.  "What
do you think?" She said.  "Does Hubba need Bubba?"

   Dale couldn't help but smile when she used the secret nickname they gave
each other years ago.  They had always been close, with her often
protecting him from his older brothers, and somehow they got to calling
each other Hubba and Bubba interchangeably.  Then came the evening when she
was 18 and he was 13, and she was dumped by her first boyfriend just after
high school graduation.  Their parents were out for the night, their older
brothers had moved out, and they were alone.

   Dale had stayed up to comfort her, and somehow, he still didn't know
how, things had gotten intense.  They ended up in his bedroom.  He could
still remember her gasping his nickname excitedly into his ear in the dark.
He remembered waking up as their parents came home, and they lay there,
clinging to each other, hoping against hope that their parents didn't check
on them.  For some reason they didn't.

   The nicknames had provided a shelter to what had started that night.  It
wasn't Dale and Phyllis who would now and then stay up late until their
parents had fallen asleep -- it was Hubba and Bubba.  Then the next morning
- and there were many "next mornings" -- Dale and Phyllis were able to shed
those identities and get on with their lives.

   That first time had been almost 15 years ago.  Dale put an arm around
Phyllis's shoulders and looked out over the water.  "It's been a long time
since Hubba and Bubba got together," he said.

   "And that was when Bubba needed Hubba," Phyllis said.  Dale nodded and
remembered.  The last time was a couple years ago.  The night before his
wedding, actually.  After the bachelor party that night he had come home
and gone up to his old room to spend the night.  He found Phyllis laying in
his bed, naked.

   "Bubba needs Hubba," she had said.

   Dale looked at her and could tell they were sharing the memory.  "Yes,
that's right, Bubba needed Hubba" Dale said.  "And now Hubba needs Bubba."

   Phyllis - Bubba - grinned from ear to ear, looked over her shoulder, and
then swiveled over and straddled him.  "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba," she
whispered, and put her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him on the
mouth.

   "Are you sure about this?" Dale said, between kisses.

   She said nothing but unzipped his pants, rooted around, found his penis.
She began to stroke it to life.  "My old toy, you've come back," she cooed.
As she stroked him he hoisted up her night gown and saw that she wasn't
wearing panties.

   "You devil," he said.  "You knew."

   "I know when Hubba needs Bubba," she said.  "Just like the old days."

   "Just like old days," Dale said.  When his penis was stiff she raised
herself up and sat on it.  She was dripping wet between her legs and his
penis slipped into her easily, old familiar territory, and they sighed
together with deep content.  As Dale's penis probed into Phyllis's pussy he
could feel the tension in his back and shoulders fading away.

   "Oh Hubba, it's always possible one of us was adopted, right?" She said,
into his ear.  He smiled.  She always said that, right at the moment when
he penetrated her.  She needed to somehow assuage the guilt of making love
to her brother.

   "Yes, Bubba," he said, "it's possible."

   Slowly they rocked on the edge of the pier in the moonlight.  It was not
the rough and theatrical sex of strangers or new lovers, nor the obligatory
and bored sex of an old couple.  It was slow and tender, a reassuring act.

   But it was sex.  Dale gradually increasing his thrusts, which she
countered with thrusts of her own.  Again, old familiar moves, which
crescendoed until he released a muffled cry into her breasts and squeezed
her in a bear hug.  She threw her head back, gasping his name happily, and
rolled her hips around in a slow circle until he was finished ejaculating.
Instead of dismounting him, however, she let his penis remain inside her
and leaned forward to embrace him.  He felt tears on her cheek.

   "Phyllis, what's wrong?" He said.

   "Nothing," she said, with a sniff.  "It's just--it's just that I was
never sure we'd be able to do that again."

   "Oh Bubba," he said, "I'll always be your Hubba."

   She smiled and kissed him, and finally lifted herself off him.  She lay
down on the pier, on her side, and pulled her night gown back over her
hips. She smiled demurely at him and rubbed her belly lightly.  He cocked
his head at her.

   "Looks like you're interested in getting pregnant again," Dale said,
idly, as he inserted his penis back into his shorts.

   She snorted.  "Don't think I'll make THAT mistake again."

   "What mistake?" Dale said.  "David turned out alright."

   She flashed him a grin and reached out to hold his hand.  "Yes, he did,
didn't he." Phyllis sighed.  "I'd love it if you gave me another one, Dale,
but I'm a single mom.  Money's tight.  I can't right now."

   He leaned down and kissed her forehead.  "Hush," he said.  "Someone
might hear you." Dale squeezed her hand and looked out over the water. 
Yes, in the Holyoke family there were secrets to protect.

   Dale looked back up toward the cabin, toward the camper.  What, he
thought, was Soo-Jung up to now, anyway?

   ***

   Dave hadn't been able to sleep when he went back to the cabin.  His
whole body was on fire.  He kept waiting for people to come back from
outside but he never heard them.  After a while he got up and went back
outside.  He wanted to make sure Aunt Soo-Jung wasn't in trouble.  He'd
help her deny that they had sex, if that was what it took to help her.

   At first he saw no one.  Carefully he made his way back toward the
camper.  He was about to open the door to see if Aunt Soo-Jung was still
inside, but then it swung open and there was Uncle Tom, coming out.

   "Oh, there's the little Casanova," Uncle Tom said.  He got out and
zipped up his shorts.  "Don't worry, I won't tell your mom a thing," he
said, leaning in close to his ear.  "Your little Korean doll and me got a
deal all worked out.  We got it worked out GOOD." He laughed and walked off
toward the cabin.

   Dave frowned and went into the cabin.  He went to the master bedroom and
saw Aunt Soo-Jung tying her robe shut.  She saw him and a big smile came to
her face, and he couldn't help but smile back.  They met and kissed.

   Then she looked concerned: "What are you doing here?  You can't let your
mother catch you like this!"

   "I just wanted--I wanted to see how you were.  What happened with Uncle
Tom?  What's your deal with him?"

   "Oh, that," she said, looking away.  "Don't worry, I have it all taken
care of.  He thinks one thing, but this," - she held out her flip camera -
"thinks another.  Don't worry, David.  I did something bad with Uncle Tom
but I did it so that you and I could have a future together."

   `What did you do with him?"

   She cocked her head at him sympathetically.  "Don't think about it.  It
won't happen again."

   "What?"

   "He raped me."

   `WHAT?"

   "I said don't get upset," she said.  She leaned in and kissed him.  "Go
on, go back to bed.  Things sometimes get complicated.  David, I think I'm
in love with you.  I don't know how it happened but I am.  Trust me.  I
will make this work with us.  Tom won't come between us.  No one will.  Now
go!"

   He blinked at her.  "Okay," he said, uncertainly.

   "Go!"

   They kissed one more time and he ran out of the camper, back to the
cabin.

   Back at the cabin he walked quietly to his room.  He felt both filled
with love and filled with rage toward Uncle Tom.  He looked toward Uncle
Tom's room and saw the light under the door.  He heard Uncle Tom talking.
He pressed his ear to the door.

   "....just a little misunderstanding..." Uncle Tom was saying to Aunt
Beatrice.  Dave wanted to burst in and tell the truth, but he knew that the
truth was something he shouldn't be confronting right now.  Uncle Tom had
the ammunition to get him grounded until college, and enough to send Aunt
Soo-Jung to prison.

   Still, he was so angry.  As he walked back to his room he saw his cousin
Amy's room, with the door just slightly ajar.  A thought flashed through
his head.  He looked around quickly, and, without thinking twice, stepped
inside.  He shut the door quietly behind him.

   When his eyes adjusted he could see Amy asleep on her bed, all covered
with pink blankets, her hair splayed out on a Hello Kitty pillow.  A
Tinkerbell nightlight cast a warm glow.  Dave could hear her breathing
softly.

   He walked to her bed.  He hesitated, then reached down and touched her
shoulder.  She woke up almost instantly.  "Who's there?" She mumbled.

   "Shhh, it's me, Dave."

   "Dave?" She said, looking at the clock.  "It's 2:16.  What do you want?"


   Dave sat on the edge of her bed.  "I don't know," he said.

   "Well..." she said, slightly confused.  But she sat up and blinked the
sleep out of her eyes, then drew her hair back and tied it with a hair band
she took off the dresser.  Even woken from a sound sleep she wanted to
accommodate him.  "Why are you here, then?"

   "I don't know, Amy," he said.  "I'm kind of confused."

   "Your hair is all messy," she said.  "What have you been doing,
wrestling a wildcat?"

   "Something like that," he said.

   "You're funny," she said.  She hesitated, then reached out and patted
his hair down.  He let her run her fingers through his hair.  "You have
such thick hair," she said.  Dave felt himself relaxing.  He felt like he
was back in his own world again, after a brief and confusing - and
wonderful and harsh - foray into the world of adults.

   "Sorry if I haven't been as nice to you as you wanted me to be," Dave
said.

   Amy leaned back on her hands.  Her slim arms somehow bent back a little
bit against her elbows.  "What makes you say that?"

   "Well, you came up to me a lot and I never came up to you."

   She nodded.  "That's true," she said.  She mumbled something.

   "What was that?"

   "I said," she said, then, after another pause, "I guess I just thought
you were kinda cute." It all came out in a tumble of words and immediately
after she said it, Amy retreated under her covers.

   Dave laughed and reached out and stroked her shoulder through the
blankets.  "Don't do that, come on out," he said.  "I think you're kinda
cute too."

   Amy peeked out from under her covers.  "Really?  Aunt Soo-Jung would say
that's weird."

   "What's so weird?"

   She sat up again.  "We're cousins!"

   "Yeah, so?  It's not like we even live in the same town."

   "Yeah, but that's not the point--"

   "What is the point?" Dave said.  "What's the point of telling each other
that we like each other?"

   Amy shrugged.  "I don't know," she said, kind of suggestively.

   They held eye contact.  "Amy," Dave said, "do you want me to kiss you?"
Amy bit her lip, looked around, then got out of bed.  She walked to the
door, made sure it was shut, then turned the lock.  She came back slowly.
She was barefoot in a little pair of pink boxers and a tight white
tee-shirt that showed two modest mounds on her chest.  She was gangly in a
12-year-old way but her limbs were firm from exercise.

   She sat on the edge of the bed.  "So what do you want to do?" She asked.


   ***

   Amy was a risk-taker but even to her this was happening fast.  Next
thing she knew she was kissing Dave, tasting mint on his breath, with a
torrent of questions running through her mind.  Was this okay?  Would her
parents find out?  And then suddenly he was pulling at her tee-shirt. 
"What are you doing?" She kept saying, and he kept saying, "Let's take it
off, it'll be fun, it's what people do together."

   And then, as if to show her how much fun it could be, he was taking off
his tee shirt.  She didn't want to insult him, so she took off her
tee-shirt, too.  She covered her breasts with her arms, she was red-faced
with embarrassment, but then Dave wanted to kiss her breasts.  She was
flattered a little that he was attracted to them - she'd spent so many
hours comparing them to those she saw in the underwear magazines - and
slowly she lowered her arms and let him kiss them.

   "This is so fast, Dave--"

   "Shhh," he said, and took one of her nipples in his mouth.  She stroked
his head.  She started to feel really weird.  She wanted to make Dave like
her and protect her.  It was getting hard to think.  So when he asked her
to lay down she did, and she started breathing a little more quickly.

   Dave kissed her all over her face, neck, breasts, and belly, and when he
hooked his fingers around the waist band of her boxers she didn't protest
as he pulled them and her panties down to her ankles.  As she lay there
nude, Amy's sense of complete vulnerability somehow sent a ripple of
excitement through her, even though she didn't like to be vulnerable to
anything.  "Do you think I'm pretty?" She said.

   "Oh yes," Dave said, and then he was pulling off his boxers.  Amy lifted
her head.  Then, for the first time, she saw a penis.  The first thing she
did is wonder how boys could walk around with those things between their
legs.  It looked hard and stiff and it pointed all the way up to Dave's
belly button.

   "What are we supposed to do with that?" Amy asked.

   "You don't know?" Dave said.

   "No," she said, with a nervous laugh.  "Sorry."

   Dave got up.  "Do you have a towel?"

   "Why?"

   "Amy, do you have one?  It'll be fun, believe me."

   "On the chair."

   Dave got up, got the towel and slid it beneath her butt.  "That'll do,"
he said.  He got back on the bed, and then he was laying against her.  She
felt his penis against her hip.  It was hot and hard.

   "Dave, I don't know what to do," she whimpered.

   "Just relax.  It'll feel good," Dave replied.  "Let me lay on top of
you."

   "What're you gonna do?"

   "Just relax."

   She lay flat on her back.  Dave reached down and spread her thighs
apart. Amy clapped her hand over her crotch, feeling super embarrassed, but
Dave shook his head no.  "Come on, that's the good part, that's the part we
need for this, that's your contribution to what we're going to do," he
said. Amy giggled and let him move her hands away.  She trembled as he
looked between her legs.

   "I'm going to lay on top of you." Dave said.

   "Okay," she squeaked.

   He knelt between her thighs, then lay down on her.  He drew the blankets
up around them and she felt safe.  She even managed a smile.  Then she felt
his penis probing around.  She gasped as it poked at her crotch.  "Dave!"
She hissed.  "Careful!"

   "This is how it's supposed to work," he said.  "Just relax..."

   His penis was probing around down there, and then there was a flash of
pain, and she cried out into the crook of her arm.  "Shhh, shhh," Dave kept
saying, "keep quiet, it'll get better, it'll get better."

   She felt something worming around inside her, and she pushed the covers
back to see what in the world Dave was doing down there.  She gasped as she
saw his belly planted against hers.  His penis was nowhere to be seen.

   "Where did your penis go?" She said.

   "It's inside you, Amy," Dave said, and kissed her on the lips.

   "What???"

   "This is what people do," Dave said.  She looked down as he rocked his
body into hers.  His thrusts increased and her ass was getting pressed into
the mattress.  Her thighs were forced apart by his bobbing hips.

   All she knew was the thrusting of his body, the slap of their skin, and
this great, throbbing deep inside her, somewhere beneath her belly button.
Her crotch began to tingle, and the tingle grew and grew and soon snuffed
out the pain.

   She was holding onto Dave as he bobbed up and down, and she noticed his
smooth, firm muscles, and thought maybe this was the way it should be, that
she should just lay back and welcome him and his strength.

   Amy was suddenly glad she hadn't been having her period.  As she thought
it, however, a bit of caution came to her mind.  It was something about her
period.  Some voice from way back in her memory said something about two
weeks after her period, which is where she was now.  But she couldn't
remember what it was.

   But what she did know was that this thing she was doing with Dave was
getting very interesting.  There was something wonderful about it that
exceeded words, and instead of holding on for the ride Amy began trying to
accommodate him, arching her back for him, and holding his hips to keep him
where he was, and even pull him to her.

   "You like it now?" Dave said.  She nodded vehemently.

   *** Dave felt the tension in Amy's body gradually melt away, until
finally she began moving with him.  Then it became a blur.  He was
thrusting and thrusting between her legs, and she had this surprised look
on her face, which disappeared as she closed her eyes and screwed her face
up so her nose and cheeks and eyebrows all bunched together.  She was
saying, "Dave--Dave--Dave--don't stop--Dave--"

   Dave closed his eyes and drove his shaft into her tight pussy until he
exploded, his semen bursting into Amy.  At that moment he heard Amy let out
a little "Uhhh!" and her body slammed powerfully into his.  He opened his
eyes, afraid that she didn't want him to come inside her, but her eyes were
closed and her head lolled about on her pillow.

   "Did you feel that?" Dave said.

   "Mmmnnnnnhhh," she moaned.

   "That was an orgasm," he whispered.

   "I wanna do it again," she whispered back.

   "I don't know, I think I'm all out, it's hard for a guy--"

   "I wanna do it again!" She repeated, pounding his chest with her fist.
"Do it to me again or I'll tell your mother!"

   It turns out that Dave still had some gas in the tank, after all.

   ***

   It was two months later.  Soo-Jung sat in their Chicago condo, eating
breakfast.  Dale was talking to his brother on the phone.  For a while she
dreaded his phone calls with Tom, for she wasn't sure what would be said.
The trip to the cabin had been a total, unauthorized orgy and the
consequences were just coming to light.

   She had burned a copy of the image of Tom raping her onto a CD and sent
it to him in a plain manila envelope.  She'd gotten an angry call from him
a few days later.  "You bitch!" He hissed into the phone.  "You conned me!"


   "I'm just protecting myself," she replied.  "You had your fun, I had
mine, now let's get on with it as if it never happened, okay?" Of course
Tom had no choice, but still she worried for a few weeks until it became
clear that Tom was going to hold his tongue.

   But soon another complication arose.  She missed her period.  Then she
missed another.  She went to the doctor and confirmed that she was
pregnant. She had conceived during the cabin trip.  She was filled with
complete joy because it could be none other than David's baby.  And yet she
was also filled with dread for the same reason.

   Dale knew about her encounter with David.  Unable to hold back, he blew
up on the way home from the cabin.  The fight was so bad that he pulled the
car to the side of the highway and they got out, shouting at each other.

   She didn't deny having intercourse with David.  She told Dale the truth
- at least part of it -- which was that she'd been angry over the way Dale
had bet on her, and she was trying to teach him a lesson.  Things with
David, she told Dale, had just gotten out of hand.

   Somehow Dale had accepted her explanation.  He did it so seamlessly that
it made it wonder if he had something to feel guilty for.  That was another
topic for another day.

   What she hadn't told Dale was that she had fallen in love with David. 
Ever since the trip they'd been emailing each other secret love notes. 
David was such a boy, and yet such a young man.  He had his flaws, no
doubt. And it was evident that she would have to work hard to claim him --
although now that his baby was in her belly, well, she could certainly
stake a claim.  The whole thing, however, was enormously complicated.  All
this complication because of a horny romp in a camper off Lake Ontario.

   Dale walked out of the back room.  He sat down, shaking his head. 
"You'll never believe it," he said.

   "Believe what?"

   "Tom's daughter is pregnant."

   "Pregnant?" Soo-Jung's head began to spin.  "Really?"

   "Really.  Tom and Beatrice are up in arms.  They don't know who the
father is.  Amy won't say!  She's two months along.  I told them, `Do the
math.' If she's two months along, that puts it right back in August.  A
week in August was spent at the cabin, so they have only the rest of the
month to look at.  Look at her emails, her text messages."

   Soo-Jung shook her head.  "So is she going to keep it?"

   "I don't know," Dale said.  "She's not saying that either.  I told Tom
that maybe you could call her.  She seemed to look up to you.  Just tell
her that it's best to come out with things, right?"

   "Right," Soo-Jung heard herself say.

   Dale looked at her and smiled slightly.  "Well, hey, it's time for
work," he said.  He got up, kissed her goodbye, and left.

   Soo-Jung finished her cereal.  "You poor naïve man," she muttered,
finally.  She got up and walked to her computer.  She fished out her flip
camera and hooked it up.  She flipped through the videos.

   She remembered that night back at the cabin, after David had discovered
that she'd been raped by Tom.  She'd followed him back to make sure he
didn't do anything foolish.  She saw him hesitate at Tom's door, and was
about to say something when David turned away from the door and, to her
surprise, went into Amy's room.  After a moment it dawned on her what he
was doing.

   "You sly little dog," she'd said.  She thought maybe she should be
overcome with jealousy but at the time she marveled at David's audacity. 
Then an idea occurred to her, and she went to the door, opened it very
slightly - it was a quiet door -- and placed her flip camera inside.

   Now she was watching the video again, for about the 50th time.  She saw
them talking, then removing their clothes, and finally their writhing
shapes on the bed, David's firm little butt bouncing up and down on that
horny little tramp.  Not just once did they fuck each other that night, not
just twice, but three times.

   Soo-Jung knew why he did it, but the image of him fucking Amy grated on
her anyway.  She thought about it almost as much as she thought about the
time she fucked David.  After a few weeks Soo-Jung arranged a "business
trip," but instead of conducting business she traveled to David's town,
intercepted him one afternoon as he walked to swim practice, brought him to
her hotel room, and absolutely fucked his brains out.

   Afterward she'd confronted him about Amy.  He denied that it had meant
anything to him, and Soo-Jung believed him, even though he and Amy seemed
to be having quite the good time on the video.  But now, knowing that Amy
was bearing his baby, Soo-Jung sensed real danger.  There was no knowing
how David would react once he found out.  He might decide to side with Amy
instead of her, because, after all, Soo-Jung was already married.

   David had no idea that Soo-Jung intended to leave Dale for him, when the
time was right.

   Soo-Jung got up and went to look up Amy's cell phone number.  Amy had
given it to her at the cabin.  There was only one way to deal with this
little development, and that was immediately.  In a moment Amy was on the
phone.

   "Hello?" Amy said, uncertainly.  "Aunt Soo-Jung?"

   "It's me," Soo-Jung said.  "Where are you?"

   "On the bus," Amy said.  "Why are you calling me now?"

   "I heard you're pregnant."

   "Aunt Soo-Jung--"

   "It's David's.  I know."

   Silence on the other end.

   "I'll tell you what you have to do, Amy," Soo-Jung said.  "You get it
taken care of.  Get an abortion.  They're cheap.  If your mother and father
are against it, get one anyway - I'll sign a consent form for you - and
then you'll call it a miscarriage.  Do you understand?  This is the best
way, Amy."

   "I--I don't want to get rid of it," Amy whispered.  In the background
Soo-Jung could hear other kids on the bus.

   "Does David know?"

   "No.  When he finds out he'll take care of me."

   "Amy," Soo-Jung said, with a laugh.  "He's just a scared kid, like you.
He wanted to have a good time with you, and that's all.  It's a mistake to
let him know.  He can't possibly take care of you and the baby.  In fact
when he finds out he'll probably disappear.  His mother will see to that.
He'll be in a convent in Utah."

   Amy was sobbing.  "That's not true!"

   "He's just a scared kid."

   "No, he's not!"

   "Do it, Amy, or I'll tell your parents who the father is.  I have video
of it."

   A pause.  Amy's voice, hard: "You do not."

   "I do," Soo-Jung said.  "You did it with him three times that night. 
You called him your little Ken doll.  He called you his little kitty.  He
left your room at 3:20."

   A gasp on the other end.

   "And there's one other thing.  I also have video of your father doing a
very bad thing.  I won't go into it, Amy, but if you ask him what Aunt
Soo-Jung's video is about, you watch.  See him sweat.  You'll know that he
doesn't want that video to get out.  So you can either ruin David's life,
and your family's life, or you can get that child taken care of.  Do you
understand me?"

   Sobbing on the other end: "Why are you doing this?"

   "Because girls don't have a lick of common sense, that's why," Soo-Jung
said.  "Given a choice they'll always make the wrong decision.  So I'm
telling you that you'd better make the right decision.  Someday you'll
thank me.  Do it for your own good.  Do it for David's good, and your
family's good."

   Soo-Jung hung up.  She sat down and started to surf the web for ticket
prices to Korea.  She'd need to leave before she started showing.  She'd go
to Korea to have the baby -- telling Dale that she was there to work -- and
vanish.  She'd return later for David.

   Soo-Jung felt confident now that Amy would go ahead and get the
abortion. She looked out the window.  The wind was blowing the magnolia
tree, and she looked for the little buds, clamped shut in anticipation of
next spring's bloom.  She would be keeping her secret til then, too.