Double Take by Kendall Talbot

nipples, first one then the other. It was impossible to miss the bulge in his pants.
    His eyes had taken on that lustful look, slightly glazed, pupils enlarged. She couldn’t wait any longer. Without taking her eyes from his she lowered a hand beneath her silky dress and touched herself, right there. She almost came on the spot. Never before had she done this in front of a man and it was probably the most erotic moment of her life. With her other hand she lifted her skirt up her thighs so he could see what she was doing. His breath hitched.
    He stood and as he removed his trousers she noticed his trembling fingers. Gemma used her own finger to touch herself again. She closed her eyes now and heard her own erratic breathing. His hand joined hers, and when he slipped his finger inside, her sexual coil that had wound up so tightly exploded and she came right there on the kitchen table. Suddenly he was inside her, thrusting with more intensity than she’d felt from him before. She came again, riding his rhythm with matching groans. But it finished as quickly as it had started. Less than a minute, she figured.
    When it was over, Murray flopped back onto his chair, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
    â€œSo, what do you think, honey, can we take some photos? Please?”

Chapter 9
    T rent couldn’t believe their father was coming to the shed with them this time. He adjusted the pack on his shoulder. It was much heavier than usual because his dad had made him pack a bucket load of extra water. Six bottles to be exact. It’s a wonder he could even pick it up. As Murray clutched the bulky camera dangling around his neck, Trent wondered why he bothered to bring it. He’d already told him it’d be impossible to get any decent photos from under the shed.
    Right from the moment they set off out the door, Max was his typical chatterbox self and Dad kept telling him to hush. His father didn’t look so good. “Are you all right, Dad?” He looked like he was about to puke.
    â€œNot really, mate. This isn’t the brightest idea.”
    â€œWhy are we doing it, then?”
    He didn’t answer straight away. The only sound was their feet crunching on the gravel. Finally his dad put his hand on his shoulder. “Gemma thought the police would find it beneficial if we had pictures of these people.”
    â€œCool,” Trent said. “But we may not get any.”
    â€œI know. We’ll see how we go.”
    Max skipped ahead and just about vanished in the high grass.
    â€œMax.” Dad’s voice was a forced whisper. “Come back.” But Max didn’t stop.
    â€œIt’s okay, Dad, we’re nearly there. You can see the roof now.”
    Dad looked up, but he didn’t seem to be okay. In fact he looked worse. Now Trent was getting nervous.
    From the front, the shed was almost at ground level, but the land dropped away steeply towards the creek, so that the building was nearly one storey above ground at the back. Trent led the way around to the back, where a small landing jutted out. They stopped at the bottom of the eight stairs leading up to it. “Do you boys know what this shed was used for?”
    â€œNo,” the brothers said in unison.
    â€œWhen I was a kid it was a thriving business, repairing small boats. They’d float them up the creek, then load them onto a trolley on a set of rails and haul them up.” He ran his fingers over his moustache. “See the set of train tracks off that back deck there?”
    Trent looked up at the landing. Two rusted rails jutted off the end of the platform like giant chopsticks. “Yeah,” he said.
    â€œThat’s what they used. It was really high-tech back then. And see that?” Dad pointed at a metal arm that was attached to the back of the building. It was nearly eaten away with rust. “That was part of the pulley system that dragged the boats up the hill. From here they would