Chapter 19

On the final day of the Mt. Aristeia visit, I awoke to brilliant sunshine pouring through the front window. It was late. After the events of the previous days, a shaky groan escaped as my aching frame rolled from the fold-out bed.

Only once my sneakers pounded along the tree-shrouded pathways did my mind clear. With lungfuls of crisp air cooling me, my scan swept the forest. Nothing, no lingering observers, which made sense. With lovely, enticing, and very dead Kali gone, the Baron wouldn’t waste resources watching me. He already knew me well; his trap had been set. A laugh escaped me.

After the day-long deluge, the trails remained damp, but a steady warm breeze meant they’d dry quickly enough. If everything lined up, we’d have perfect weather for Mandy’s next challenge. By the time my footfalls crossed the threshold, entering the silent cabin, my face sported a broad smile.

“Well, she wants to be pushed,” I murmured, looking at the closed bedroom door.

Once showered, I stepped from the bathroom just as Charles and Mandy left their room. While he was dressed in a suit, she wore a pink terrycloth robe short enough to expose most of her toned thighs. The creak of the other bedroom door brought my focus to the girls in shorts over swimsuits. Both were arranging their hair into ponytails and slowed to flash radiant smiles.

“Good morning, Uncle Jim,” Susan said.

Before I could reply, she turned to her parents. Her dad was in the kitchenette, starting the coffee with one hand while scrolling on his phone with the other. Beside him, the sexy tease was putting together breakfast.

“We’re heading to the lake.” She glanced at her mom. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Nuh-uh, sweetie. Not today. I, um, don’t feel like it.”

Yep, “Go” time. With a grin, I stepped into the kitchenette. While reaching for a mug, I was close enough for Mandy’s body heat to warm the skin of my arm.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” I said. “How’s about I show you around some of the old training places?” I glanced out the front window. “It’s a beautiful day for a short hike. We could picnic.”

“Nah, I’m a little tired.” She scanned her husband’s spine and clenched her jaw. “But, um, thanks, Jim.”

Although he looked up from the phone, she only snuggled tighter in the thick robe. With a neutral expression, she met his eyes while sipping her coffee.

“Oh, go on, dear,” he said. “Get some fresh air. The stargazing got rained out. At least he could show you a few sights.”

“Hmm, okay.” She sighed. “Fine.”

Yes, I caught the change of heart, and noted it was after her husband gave her permission. Well, permission was far too strong. Provided her with the opportunity? Yeah, perhaps. Whatever had happened; when her eyes flicked to me, that hunger was ablaze.

With her husband again distracted, a shiny nail slid the top of the robe just wide enough to display a sharp, thick nipple. After a quick wink, I struggled to restrain a chuckle; the tease realized what she was doing.

As soon as Charles departed, she went to her room. While I prepped a picnic cooler, the girls crept past me. A playful lunge at them got both yipping before laughing and dashing outside. After brief flashes of their tits, the pair disappeared toward the lake. They also knew what they were doing.

While keeping an ear open for Mandy, I dashed off a text to Gary and Lucy. Since they lived not far, only needed to confirm they’d be available for fun times. Not crucial to my plan, but if they could participate, my impish neighbor might push a bunch more boundaries or at least uncover them.

At the rush of replies, my heartbeat spiked. Three smiley emojis from him. A picture of his beaming wife, naked with shiny nails spreading the vivid pink of her pussy, stark against her darker skin. Add two thumbs-up and, well, that’d been easy. After a quiet chortle, I sent them details and the location.

When the bedroom door opened, the phone sank into my pack. Once more in those tiny shorts, she again wore a blouse tied under her chest. Except this top was looser and damn near see-thru. No bra. Nothing under it at all. Atop wobbling cones, those gorgeous nipples, rock hard and obvious, begged to be suckled.