Her name was Jenni Lane, she was eighteen. From more than three thousand yards away, I admired her tan body, as she began to oil herself. My plan was ...coming along well. As I stood away from my telescope, I ran the plan through my mind one more time. The contractor had finally finished my ‘darkroom’ deep in the basement of my large house. My hired private-detective had tapped into Jenni’s families’ phone line. Bugged their trailer. From hours of listening to their conversations, I knew Jenni was. She took his hand and put it on her small breast. He pulled back so he could admire her body. She’d matured in the years since he’s seen her, but she still had the same sweet shape he remembered. Slender, pale, her breasts not much larger now than they’d been at twelve. But her shape was definitely that of a woman, not a girl. And it hit him why she’d turned him on so much…why this type of woman had always turned him on. He’d always been trying to have his s****r. And here she was. Groaning, he. Well I was going to be gone one weekend and I let my sister-in-law know. She told me to make sure I have my computer with me. She was inviting my wife over to her place for a party and was going to let her drink.Well when I was getting ready to head out of town, I asked my wife what she was going to do and she said she was just going to hang around the house.Well Saturday night about 11pm I get a call from my sister-in-law and she said wanted to make sure I had my computer. I said I did why. .A gasp slipped between my lips when I quickly raised my head and saw his pelvis pressed against the hole. He hadn't unzipped his jeans. What the… oh! I was supposed to be doing all of the work. Right. Okay. I wanted to give myself another pep talk before I actually got on with the show but I ditched that idea when I thought about how long we’d already been waiting.I reached up and grasped the faded, copper button. I took one last deep breath before slipping it back through the loop. The man.