I found, as I snooped, that my arousal knew no bounds, as I once again became erect. Thoughts of my beautiful Tante Belle, teased my imagination. I da...ed to imagine what she felt like in my arms. Fantasies compounded upon fantasies. Eventually I found the portfolio. It was from her early modeling days, in her late teens to her twenties. The things she wore in the photos, sent my heart racing. Never in my wildest fantasies had I thought to find such a treasure trove of nude photos or nearly. Or better, depending on your point of view. Even 20 years later, I'm still undecided on that point, but I can still remember the day it all started.I was sixteen years old, with a terminal case of raging hormones so typical of teenagers. I was envious of the football stars and others who always had one beautiful, short-skirted thing after another hanging on their arms. I knew they were off-limits to the likes of me, however, but that didn't keep me from lusting after them. Or touching, when. That in itself makes it a bit unusual, but this is how and what happened.My wife and I were hosting a neighborhood barbecue and we had invited most of the neighborhood to join us. The morning of the barbecue my wife got a call from her older sister who was looking for something to do. My wife's sister went through a messy divorce about 6 months prior and she was sort of in a bit of a shell. My wife invited her to our get together and she attended. Everyone in attendance was having a good time. It was Friday night when I tried for the up tee-nth time to bring it up. Her response was dismissive at best. There she was, bent over our kitchen bench leaning on the counter top. She was facing away from me and had her legs crossed and her perky ass pointed right at me. She was wearing a black pair of Lorna Jane yoga pants, and matching pink and black fitness top that hugged her body perfectly. Her curves straining the material in just the right spots. She had her hair in a ponytail and I.