She searched the house; they were nowhere to be found. The gardens, they had to be in the gardens -- there was no other place they could be.
I know I'm right,
she thought.
I know they're lovers.
With feline stealth she crept down the path into the well-kept gardens. The sun, at its zenith, bathed the solitude with its benign warmth; it was a glorious summer day. A light breeze breathed a sigh through the trees, cooling the afternoon.
Cecilia cautiously skirted the orchard, every nerve and sinew alert. Then, as she neared the edge of the orchard, she saw them. Even though she'd anticipated the scene, the shock of the discovery sent her heart racing. "Oh my god..." She muttered.
There in the clearing in front of her, a blanket on the ground, with the remnants of a picnic scattered about them, were the lovers. The young woman, lithe and athletic, was on all fours, her derriere thrust high towards her lover who gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her body with vigorous abandon. Her face was a picture of sublime delight as she craned her neck to look back at the young man, tanned and equally athletic, who was so active behind her. Cecilia could see the indentations caused by his fingers digging into the girl's hips. She could see the exquisite anguish etched on his face as he continued to pump enthusiastically.
Dear Lord they're beautiful.
Cecilia experienced the flush of desire spreading through her sex while she watched. She felt a desperate need to touch herself intimately when her desire slid from her body. There was nothing she could do however, for at that moment she heard the young man grunt.
Cecilia realised that she had arrived at the last possible moment when the grunt was accompanied by a squeal of delight from the girl. "Baby, you're doing it inside me," the girl cried. "I can feel your cock pumping..."
Her lover responded by clutching desperately at the young woman's hips while deep groans and moans burst from him as he so obviously climaxed.
"Shit, Bekah," Cecilia heard him groan eventually. "I love you. That was... That was incredible."
Cecilia stayed a moment longer, a moment in which she saw the boy's penis, still oozing its goo, spring into view when the girl fell forward onto the blanket. Despite her arousal, Cecilia knew that to dally would be dangerous and so she turned her back on the scene. As she and crept away Cecilia heard the girl demand, "Kiss me." The image of the two lovers kissing caused the woman to groan out loud. Aroused to a pitch not experienced for years, and although she was tempted to turn back, Cecilia steeled her resolve and continued on her way, leaving the pair alone.
***
"Hi, Aunt Sissy. Good day?"
"Splendid, my dear," Cecilia answered and dropped her purse and car keys on the kitchen table. "And your day, Rebekah?" she asked. "What did you and Damian get up to?"
"Oh, nothing much, Aunty," Rebekah shrugged. "It was too nice a day to stay indoors, so we had a picnic out in the orchard."
Cecilia surreptitiously studied her niece.
The girl can lie,
she thought. "A picnic? how lovely." Cecilia couldn't resist a little probe, "Did the man come about the gardening? I meant to tell you before I left, but I was in such a tizz this morning that I completely forgot."
"Man?"
"Yes, about the gardening." Cecilia watched her niece for a reaction. "He was meant to call this afternoon. I expect if you were in the orchard he would have found you... Perhaps he had another appointment. I'll phone him later."
Cecilia could see that her niece was disturbed, she hid it well, but it was evident. "Well, he never showed up," Rebekah responded, turning and hurrying from the kitchen. "I'm just gonna wake Damian, he's been snoozing upstairs."
Cecilia felt a stab of guilt at her deception, but quickly suppressed the emotion. If things went her way, Rebekah wouldn't suffer for long.
The siblings appeared subdued when the trio sat down to dinner later that evening. Mrs James from the village had arrived in the late afternoon and prepared poached salmon, potatoes and salad. Simple fare but perfectly suited to an English summer's evening. The woman had done her duty and scurried home to her Saturday evening television.
"Not got much of an appetite, Damian?" Cecilia asked her nephew as he pushed the food around his plate. She noticed he held his fork in his right hand in the American manner.
"Sorry, Aunt Sissy," Damien responded. "Guess I'm just not too hungry."
"Did you overdo it at your picnic?" Cecilia's face was a mask of innocent enquiry.
Damian reddened visibly, "Uh... Yeah, that must be it." His embarrassment was obvious, "Can I be excused?" Without waiting for his aunt's consent Damian pushed his chair away from the table, stood, and left.
With Damian gone Cecilia sipped her white wine in contemplative silence and eyed her niece. "You're both quiet tonight," she said eventually breaking the silence.
"It must be all the sun today," Rebekah countered smoothly, taking a delicate sip of her own wine. "This is good wine, Aunty. I usually prefer Californian, but hey, when in Rome..." The girl shrugged and took a deep draught, draining the contents of her glass.
She's better at this than her brother,
Cecilia thought. "For all their faults I do prefer a French wine," she responded. Cecilia held the bottle aloft, "Another glass, my dear?"
"Yes please."
Cecilia poured and then invited her niece into the lounge. "We'll be more comfortable in there," she added. "I'll just get a fresh bottle. Would you like to try a red?"
"Whatever comes to hand, Aunty," Rebekah answered.
Cecilia settled into the sofa. "He's a handsome young man; your brother," she opened. "And an airline steward – is that the phrase? He looked divine in his uniform when you both arrived."
"Yeah, he's cute I guess," Rebekah responded, her manner non-committal.
