I grabbed a big towel to wrap around my rapidly hardening penis, took one more long, longing look at her fantastic nude body, and said, "Come along an... I'll help you."Well, the shower mechanism was, indeed, unusual and somewhat complex. I remembered times when, in strange hotels and motels, I had experienced long minutes of frustration trying to make unfamiliar bathroom fixtures function appropriately. And this young woman had been on a desert island for the greater part of her life. It was. Having collected my towel and clothing change from my room I had to pass thru the kitchen to get to the bathroom, Aunty was still fixing something but I could feel she was looking at me. I closed the bathroom room and noticed that there was no way to lock the door from inside. I stripped off my denim shorts, briefs, and vest and started the shower going. In India we never used bathtub but used shower or dipper and bucket. The shower was not that powerful but worked enough. I stepped under the. “Sorry, but you’ll have to wear your briefs from today again,” she yelled from her bedroom.“Alrighty,” I responded.A few moments later, I emerged wearing the shorts and t-shirt, along with my briefs.“Those are Andy’s basketball shorts and a t-shirt I stole from my brother,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d want to wear one of Andy’s boxers.”“No, you are right, I wouldn’t,” I said with a smirk. “Plus, I don’t think they would fit me." I winked at her.“Oh, you are bad, Jack,” she said, giggling.. "We'll be inside most of the time, anyway. You all will be on your own. How's that?"She smiled."Great, Dad."She and Stephanie planned their menu and did all the shopping. For my part I wasn't going to hover, although I was going to make an appearance or two just for form's sake.The real reason, of course, was to see what might happen.The day came, bright and hot and summery. We'd had the air-conditioning on since mid-morning but I finally turned it off close to noon, since I knew the kids would.