"You know why I couldn't let just anybody develop them."
"Ronnie, you make me sick! I mean, if poor Roslyn knew what you were doing."
"I didn't even tell you about the last batch I snapped off. Oh wow, they're really out of this world."
Josie hugged her thin arms and frowned. "Last batch? You mean day before yesterday? After we got home from the airport?"
"That's the ones." Ronnie put the negative in the enlarger, slipped a piece of print paper under the clips and gave it five seconds. Then she eased the print into the first bath.
"Who would you have been taking pictures of?" Josie went on, "There was no one around. Kendall and Aunt Ronnie were doing yoga and…" Josie bit her lip and swallowed hard. "Were you down there at the guest house again?"
Ronnie giggled. "My Nikon never lies."
"Oh God. To think I have a sister like you!" Josie turned as if to leave.
"Hey, don't open any doors now, damnit. You're stuck here for a little while."
"I don't want to see a single picture you took! I won't look even if you hold one up in front of my face!" Josie was shaking a slender finger at her, her face set in a frown. Ronnie laughed again.
"Oh! Look at this one!" She put it in the stop pan and swished it around with a large pair of tweezers. Ronnie felt her body surge with pleasure as she gazed at the image. Her aunt had just wet the tip of Kendall's cock when the picture had been snapped. Ronnie was happy to see that she'd had her settings right for the shot. The fast color film she'd been using was even better than she'd hoped. It showed the subtle shades of blue of Kendall's glans, the pink of her aunt's tongue. It even reproduced the strain on the young boy's face as he watched Roslyn wet him with her spit.
"Sure you don't want to peek at this?" Ronnie asked again. Josie stood with her back turned.
"You can't believe what our loving aunt has been doing," she teased. As she slipped another negative into the enlarger she heard Josie turn and come back over to the table. The gasp from her sister didn't surprise Ronnie. And she just stood there staring down at that photo too.
"Aunt Roslyn is doing this?" Josie shook her head. "I don't believe it."
"You've got eyes haven't you?" Ronnie was watching the next picture come up in the bath. This one was a clear exposure too, and showed the milky droplets of cum hanging from Roslyn's chin as she tried to wolf down all of her nephew's jizz. The slick stuff shone brightly in the photograph. And the tightness of Kendall's belly was clearly defined too. Roslyn's fingers curled excitedly around the boy's shaft, his balls hanging loose and low. Trembling with excitement, Ronnie hurriedly prepared another print for the bath. She noticed that Josie had shut her bitching up and was examining each picture as it developed.
"Wow, this is when it was actually spurting out," Ronnie exclaimed, wanting to rub a hand down between her thighs. In the photo Kendall's cock had pulled back a little from his aunt's mouth. A white streak seemed suspended in the air above his glans. The look on his face was unforgettable. He looked like he was either in hell or heaven. Maybe a little of both, Ronnie guessed.
"I think I'm a little sick," Josie sighed, looking at the last picture.
"Why?"
"All that… white stuff. I just shudder to think of anybody eating it!"
"It isn't poison, you know," Ronnie said, frowning at her blond sister. "It's probably got all sorts of protein in it. Maybe even some vitamins."
"Yuuuuccch!"
"Didn't you ever eat snot when you were little?"
Josie turned from the table of photos and went to stand by the door again. "Please let me out when you can, I think I need some air." Ronnie finished the photo she had in the bath and covered her printing paper and went to let Josie out.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked.
Ronnie shrugged. "Nothing special. I just like talking photographs."
Josie looked at her hard. "I think you should burn them." And then she was gone.
Ronnie finished up in the darkroom and took her finished photographs up to her room to dry in their mats. She'd just come downstairs again when the phone rang. It was Uncle Evan asking for his wife. He wanted to take her to lunch.
"Aunt Roslyn went somewhere an hour ago with Kendall," she said, careful to keep her voice from insinuating things. "But I'm not doing anything. Why don't you take me to lunch, Uncle Evan?" Gallantly her uncle agreed. Ronnie hurried upstairs and got into a sleek, silk dress. Josie was moping around downstairs when she started out the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Ronnie asked.
"Those pictures of yours. They're disgusting."
"What were you doing with all that douche stuff in the tub this morning?" Ronnie asked, a wicked tone to her voice. "Was that disgusting too?" Then she padded down the steps and hurried to the bus stop. She had less than half an hour to make it to her uncle's office.
As she got off the bus at the corner of Twelfth and Maple, a whistle made her turn. Just a guy in a phone company truck on his way downtown. But she let him see her profile twice before smiling. He whistled again and disappeared in the traffic.
Ronnie knew she looked good. In this dress, with her eyes and nails done, she looked more sophisticated than her nineteen years. She had a full-blown yet graceful figure and the red silk accentuated every bit of it. She went down the block to her uncle's office. Crossing the street she glanced to see how many eyes were on her. A thrill went through her body when she saw a delivery man elbow his partner to look up from his paper. The men exchanged words concerning her.
Something vulgar no doubt. Ronnie wished she could hear it. Then she saw the gesture and knew that they were discussing the size and shape of her breasts. Or maybe her ass. She went by a glass front and took careful glances at her reflection. Yes, she was really put together! And her olive complexion and dark, fine hair gave her an exotic look. She turned in at Uncle Evan's office and went up to the secretary.
"Is Mr. Henderson in? He's expecting me for lunch." It was plain by the look she got that the girl didn't suspect Ronnie was merely her boss' niece. Ronnie didn't make an effort to change the girl's opinion. It was somewhat of a disappointment when Evan came out and introduced her.
On their way to lunch that disappointment was quickly forgotten.
"You are absolutely stunning today, Ronnie," Evan told her. "If I'd known you'd show up looking like this, I would have asked you in the first place, not Roslyn."
The restaurant was a fancy one and, throughout the lunch, her uncle's looks were not lost on her. Sometimes he openly stared and Ronnie found herself blushing more than once.
"Is something wrong, Uncle Evan?"
"On the contrary, it's very right. You have turned into a beautiful young lady."
"You're sweet to say that."
"It's true. You make me feel like taking the afternoon off. Besides, being seen with you on my arm will be good for my practice."
"Roslyn is just as pretty as I am."
"But she's quite a bit older," he smiled, reaching under the table to pat Ronnie's knee. It was the kind of pat an uncle would give a niece. But under the circumstances, Ronnie felt something else. She finished her drink slowly, thinking about the afternoon. By the time they got in her uncle's Chrysler her heart was pounding.
He was a very good-looking man. His brown hair curled long over his ears and collar, giving him a youthful appearance. And Evan took care of his body too. He had a muscular, almost athletic build. His gray suit looked elegant and people treated him with quiet respect everywhere they went.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, pulling out onto the street.
"Gosh. I don't really know."
"It'll be your decision. The only places I know would probably bore you. I'd like to do things from a more youthful perspective for a change."