Chapter 8
Time had fallen away, having no meaning. The two lay side-by-side, and Helen was the first to finally snap out of the funk. She looked at the small wind-up alarm clock Zip had brought with him into the room, and she realized they had been in here for three hours.
"We have to get dressed," she told the boy. "They'll all be back shortly."
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and asked, "Aunt Helen, are you sorry?"
"I'm only sorry you aren't older or I'm younger," she smiled as they wrapped their robes around their bodies. "This is something I should've done a long time ago."
"Yeah, but if you had, you wouldn't've done it with me," the boy pointed out, "and I'd be the one really missing out.
"You never can tell," Helen smiled. "We have two whole weeks up here, and I have the feeling you and I are going to work in a lot of sack time. But Zip, today was too much for me. From now on, let's be a bit more active and prolonging it a bit less. I mean, you and I have a long way to go, if we're careful. By prolonging it as we did today, we left ourselves open to discovery by the others. We were so enthralled at one point, we would have never heard anyone come in. We have to be careful. Understand?"
"Sure," the boy nodded. "This was just something different I had to try out. I've been trying it with a whole buncha other girls, and none of 'em had the fortitude to hang on. I guess you're one woman in a million, Aunt Helen."
"And you're one boy in a billion," she smiled.
They went to her room first, where Helen rapidly slipped on her shorts and halter. Then she followed the boy to his room where he quickly slipped on shorts of his own and a striped tee shirt. Both had sandals on their feet, and they stepped outside the cabin. They had left the window in the fourth bedroom open so it would air out and no one would be able to smell the sex that had hung heavily in the air in there.
"Hey," the boy said to her. "Did you know behind the picture near the dresser in your room is a hole? I mean, you can look through it into my folks' bedroom, and you know what? Knowing my folks as I do, they fuck almost every night...."
"How would you know?" Helen asked, smiling as they walked down to the river and stood on the wooden pier, careful not to sit since they didn't want to risk getting splinters.
"Are you kidding?" the boy laughed. "I can hear them really going at it every night. I know what all those sounds are. Jesus! I've been making them myself for more'n a year, now."
"Well, I don't think I'll be doing much peeping," Helen told him. "You forget, I have a husband of my own, and Andy isn't into being a peeping torn just yet."
"Aw come on, Aunt Helen," the boy laughed. "We both know Uncle Andy loves to hit the sauce, and by tonight he'll have popped about eighteen beers inside him. He'll be out like a light."
"What are you suggesting?" Helen asked.
"That once he's cool, you and I watch, and then have a ball of our own. How about it?"
"Well," Helen smiled, "only if Andy is definitely sauced out."