From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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My Neighbor's Incest Part XIII

bistander

When We Were Young

It wasn't as hot as the attic would be during the sweltering summer months, yet I was sweating profusely. My cousin didn't seem to feel the heat. Susan's father was possibly about to do something that could destroy her hopes of a normal family life, and I was getting more excited by the second. I glanced to my left at Cindy's backside, thinking about how hard I had gotten the night before when she didn't know I was watching her remove her underwear. My mind superimposed the image of cum shooting on Susan’s ass over my cousin’s butt. Shouldn’t I hate the way Cindy’s perfectly curved ass makes me feel?

Almost six months ago, on that hot June day, my mother sent me up here looking for a box. I had no choice, but my obligation had ended with the box. If I had retrieved it without looking out through the vent my normal teenage life would have continued. I never would have known about the view into my neighbor's backyard, or watched Mrs. Davis tanning naked, or seen her youngest daughter’s hairless slit, or jacked myself off until my penis hurt. I certainly wouldn’t have continued making trips up here to see what else might happen next door.

The first time had put me in a position to accidentally see a naked woman or a bald pussy. After that, my purpose had been to intentionally spy on someone. That alone had tweaked my psyche, but when I saw Mrs. Davis's gorgeous older daughter, Jasmine get fucked by her dog, that altered my existence. The depraved act of bestiality triggered a mechanism in my brain that turned me into the kind of person who would lure Susan into my attic to set in motion a plot to seduce Jasmine. That was the day I held Susan's virgin pussy in my hand while she convulsed from an orgasm, and squirted my own climax on her ass. I had dragged Susan into my wild fantasy world of lust, then got her to love me, and made her watch me fuck her sister. Had that been the final straw, and the reason I had returned to the scene of the crime with my cousin?

Here we were, Cindy and me, six months later, and I could picture myself secretly extracting my throbbing cock, stroking it, and spraying my cousin's ass. The worst part about that was, the incestuous nature of it didn’t bother me much at all. That realization hurt my soul like a tormented beast. I knew right from wrong and love from hate. I just didn't know how to make myself choose the right path anymore.

"Joe, is she going to do what I think she is?" Cindy's words woke me from my internal moral battles and reminded me that we were spying on Susan's father and her cousin, Jesselyn.

I wanted to spill my guts to my old friend, playmate, and cousin, Cindy. I wanted to tell her everything from Susan and Jasmine all the way to having sex twice with their mother. I wanted someone outside my madness to know about it. Maybe she could help me? Then I realized that any second the attic could open Pandora's box for her as well. "Cindy, maybe we, you shouldn't see this? Let's get out of here."

"Are you kidding me. I can't believe Susan's sister is about to blow a man her father's age. I can't tell you how many times I have thought about doing that." Cindy's eyes were locked to the binoculars as she spoke.

My brain went tilt as it swirled Cindy’s words, “blow a man her father's age” around in the sea of my ongoing lustful imaginations. I looked outside to help my brain get caught up with the actual world I was standing in. Jesselyn squatted in front of Mr. Davis with her arms stretched straight up and her hands clutching at his stomach. His hands held her wrists as he looked down at the top of her head. The scene seemed unnatural in ways. I wished I had seen if he forced her down, or if she was forcing herself on him. I wanted to ask Cindy how it had happened, but I also wanted to throw her from this extension of hell. I wanted to save her from my world of love, lust and conflict. The truth was, I didn't even trust myself anymore.

"Cindy, you can't see this. I mean, jeez." I knew right from wrong and letting my cousin watch Mr. Davis doing whatever he was going to do to his niece was wrong. Even if Cindy didn't know who he was, she was my little cousin. If he forced his huge tool into Jesselyn's body that might scar Cindy's mind for life.

"Shut up, Joe. I'm not missing this for anything. You know how many times I've listened outside Julie’s door while she moaned and groaned under one of her boyfriends? She never lets me watch. I have seen mom and dad through a crack, but watching through these things is like being right there. Sorry, I’m not sharing with you."

I knew what Cindy meant about the binoculars, but I had to allow time for everything else she said to penetrate my mind. Cindy likes to watch, too. My thoughts led me to believe she had the same curse I had without my attic. I wondered if all her watching had led her to any unsavory acts? Maybe she had even blackmailed her sister into something? Then, my mind wondered how many boys were piling on my cousin, Julie? Maybe my family isn't everything I thought it was?

Returning my eyes to the small opening, I scolded myself for trying to find some justification for anything I had done, or might want to do. Mr. Davis was in the process of yanking Jesselyn by her extended arms to her feet. Woe, is he rejecting her offer? For a second my hope soared that there was a chance for Susan's normal life. Then, Mr. Davis's hands grabbed Jesselyn's ass, and he lifted her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Cindy's heavy breathing confirmed what my limited vision suspected, their kissing was very passionate. I wanted to envy his hands as they groped at Jesselyn, but instead I felt sorry for Susan. Really, for all of them and myself.

As soon as Mr. Davis let Jesselyn's feet touch the ground, he took hold of her head and pushed her to her knees. I couldn't tell if he guided or forced her down, but there didn't seem to be anything except pleasure written on Jesselyn's face, so I imagined she was guided to her lewd position. She sat back on her heels with her legs open wide.

Jesselyn gazed up at Mr. Davis like a puppy waiting for a treat after following a command. I held my breath as he pushed the front of his shorts down. His flesh pole dropped toward Jesselyn's head. It looked like a club that might have knocked her unconscious if it struck her skull.

I let my breath out all at once as her dainty fingers gripped the man's cock. One hand above the other, wrapped around his throbbing flesh. I tugged my pained dick through the shorts, and my balls quickly released the excessive pressure. I could feel my hot slime covering my hard shaft, but I didn't dare look down for fear I might draw attention to what was most likely an obvious wet spot.

Jesselyn's mouth opened wide, and the impossible happened, his dick head vanished. "Wow, I can see Susan's talent runs in her family." Cindy seemed less excited than I was, but I couldn't see what was happening in her panties.

"Can I use those for a second? I have never seen Susan do that from this perspective." I was hoping my voyeuristic cousin would share. I wanted to get a good look at Jesselyn, doing what Susan did so well.

Reluctantly, Cindy dropped her eyes from the binoculars and turned to give them to me. "Here, but just for a minute. My, what happened there? Now that's more embarrassing than yesterday." Without even looking at her, I knew without a doubt what my giggling cousin was looking at.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath trying to pretend Cindy wasn't looking at yet another premature nut burst.

I had a way with the tools of my perversion, and within seconds, I focused the binoculars with pinpoint accuracy. I could almost taste Jesselyn's mouth watering pussy. Her well trimmed red pubic hair set her apart from Susan, but I suspected Susan's might one day change to match her cousin. Of course, she'd have to actually grow a bush first.

The noon day sun had dried the pool water from Jesselyn's skin, but I was sure I could see moisture between her legs. Squatting, with her legs apart left her lips opened just enough for me to see the pink flesh normally hidden by her smooth flaps. Everything was so neat and perfectly packed that it seemed like her vagina was sculpted by an artist out of flesh clay.

The sight of Jesselyn's internal fluid slipping down her parted folds made me lick my lips, searching for the taste of Susan or Jasmine. My mind remembered what my taste buds found missing, and I wondered if Jesselyn tasted like her cousins. Really, did anybody taste like them? I had tasted so few, I wondered if they all were the same like a coke, or were they like snowflakes? My mouth salivated and my mind longed for the feel of legs clamping down on my head.

Slowly, I scanned up her body. Tight, unblemished skin was stretched smoothly across Jesselyn's frame. Even her belly button made my heart race as I moved the tightly focused binoculars over her stomach. Her arm blocked one tit, but the other sloped down slightly from her chest and curved curiously upward. The soft plump underside defied gravity as it hung in space. I followed the contour up until I found her swollen nipple, staring toward the sky.

When I finally scanned past her perky chest, I followed her muscular neck up to her head. Mr. Davis's sack draped her face. One nut filled each eye sock as the teenager squatted under her uncle. Jesselyn moved her face so they slid over her cheeks and she took one into her sucking lips. I inadvertently groaned as she pulled both testicles into her sweet mouth. I could see her tongue darting out to lick anything it could reach beyond his balls. I wanted to touch myself as my balls sympathized with the pleasure so intense it caused them pain.

His long flesh log rested on her forehead while her mouth pleasured his underside. Suddenly, his nuts popped free and his hands moved her face back in front of his torturous prick. I moved back to her neck and found it bulging like a Pelican swallowing a fish. I zoomed out and took a full view of her mouth being impaled by what seemed too big for her pretty face. The same slobber dripped from her chin as had dripped from Susan's chin. Jesselyn's eyes were wide open and her lips were stretched around bulging veins. Mr. Davis was using her ears as handles to hold her head in position as he shoved more than half of his tremendous tool down her throat.

The faster his hips jerked toward Jesselyn's head the shorter his strokes became, but still larger amounts of mouth juice dripped off Jesselyn's perfect chin. I felt my cock throb in my shorts as my hips helplessly moved in unison with Mr. Davis's. I hoped my cousin wasn't watching me, but I didn't dare look away to find out. It wasn't like I could embarrass myself anymore.

From the frantic jerking in and out of Jesselyn's mouth, I could tell it wasn't going to be long before her face was filled with a river from his balls. I imagined the day I had seen him spray Mrs. Davis's and Susan's faces. I hoped he would pull back and let me see his dick blast Jesselyn's face.

Mr. Davis's hips froze, and his grip on Jesselyn's head seemed to intensify. With one erratic jerk, the seal Jesselyn's lips had formed around his cock burst, and cum spurted from the corners of her stretched mouth. Her eyes closed, and she jerked back. The throbbing dick surged upward and launched a gob of white on the top of Jesselyn's head. Another on her forehead, and his cock dropped against her face. He worked his fist up from the base and milked his dick into Jesselyn's waiting mouth.

"Wow, jeez, look at the size of that thing." I was hoping I had spoken to myself as I adjusted the focus for the best close up of Jesselyn's splattered face.

"Give me those so I can," Cindy said.

Once again, I had imagined I spoke my words only in my head. My hasty cousin snatched the spy glasses.

Before returning my eyes to the outside, I snuck another peek at Cindy's butt. She was hunched forward with her face to the view holes, and her rump pushed back. I reminded myself, thinking something was okay as long as I didn't act on it. Then, I imagined lifting her shirt to see the deep ass groove. I’d spread it for my probing tongue, find her fat pussy shell and break it open with my finger before cramming my hard dick inside Cindy’s tight hole. My thoughts became so vivid they startled me, and I quickly looked away. I took a deep breath to settle down, and once I had, I was sure I could smell my cousin's pussy. At that moment I realized if she was human like me, she was probably as excited as I was. I knew what had happened in my shorts, I wondered what was happening in her panties.

"What is he doing? Wow." Cindy's excited voice broke up my very unethical fantasy.

I looked outside, and Jesselyn was laying on the table just like she had two days earlier. Mr. Davis had his face between her legs. I imagined with the binoculars zoomed in, Cindy was seeing him digging his tongue into her juicy pussy. What I wouldn't give for another pair of spy glasses. My mouth juices flowed freely again as I tried to figure out if it was a rhetorical question Cindy had asked. Other than knowing my cousin knew what a blow job was, and she had seen her parents fuck through a crack in the door, I had no idea what else she knew about sex. Or, if she had ever done anything. Cindy was a dirty peeping tom like me, but what else?

"He’s going to make her scream in pleasure,” I said. “What else could it be?" My question was meant to be rhetorical, if it needed to be, but if Cindy indeed didn't know, it would make her have to ask.

"Well, I wish these things provided sound, because I'd like to hear that. I've never even heard of a man doing that. Wow, I bet that is better than my fingers." Cindy's voice trailed off like she wasn't actually expecting me to hear all of her thoughts.

I thought back to the nervous excitement on Susan's face when she told me how her sister had taught her the very thing my cousin was now seeing for the first time. Susan let me eat her pussy that day, and I learned the great joy and power that went with making a girl cum with my tongue. Maybe Susan can teach Cindy? I quickly stopped fantasizing about anything involving a family member, and I forced myself to stop undressing Cindy with my eyes.

Silently, I stood next to Cindy, watching Jesselyn hold her legs up in the air as her body rocked against Mr. Davis's firmly planted face. The only sounds were the exasperated panting breaths of my thirteen year old cousin. I wasn't sure which was harder for me to believe; that the girl standing next to me used to be my scrawny cousin, who might as well have been a boy last time I saw her, or that I could be looking at her in this strange way? Every fiber of my soul knew it was wrong, but the tiny part of me that didn't care had become the monster that dictated my life.

Once again, I forced my attention away from Cindy and back to something that I had fought with for almost six months. I had gone back and forth between wanting to see Mr. Davis break Jasmine in two with his massive fuck tool and being sick at the thought of it. More the latter lately, but that had come with my hidden feelings about Jasmine. I think my feelings had been hidden from myself as much as anyone.

Now, I was going to watch what would be the equivalent of seeing Susan and Mr. Davis in five years, doing what my core being told me wasn't right. If it's not right, why am I so excited? My own question went unanswered as I watched Mr. Davis pull Jesselyn to her feet. He kissed her roughly on her mouth then spun her around like a rag doll and pushed her over onto the table. My excitement surged at the sight, but I felt guilty, too. If it had been Jasmine or Susan, I would have been very upset seeing them so forcefully shoved. I hated my conscience. Why couldn't I be all in, or all out? It sucked on the fence with my guilt, but just one more step closer to the dark side and I'd fuck my cousin without regret.

I moaned as I stepped further into the nether world. Mr. Davis was aiming his long, fat dick at Jesselyn’s body. Her face was the only part of her body above her waist not pressed against the table. With one hand on her back and one on his cock he steered it to her backside. It took a few short jerks of his hips before he finally shoved forward.

The whole table moved and Cindy gasped, pulling back from the binoculars and looking at me."Shit, do you think she cried? I can't imagine that fitting inside me." Cindy's face was red as a fire truck and beads of sweat glistened on her cheeks and neck.

"I—" My words were cut short because my brain diverted all energy to my eye receptors. Cindy's tits must have been as overheated as my balls. Sweat moistened the front of her shirt enough to make her large dark nipples visible. My heart raced as my lust tried to slay my self-control. I jerked my head back to the brutal fucking taking place outside. Mr. Davis was holding Jesselyn’s hips, and he was slamming his long rod into her. Every time he hit bottom, her whole body shook.

I jerked back to my stunned cousin, trying not to look at her chest. "Cindy, you really shouldn't worry about that. You know, I mean you'd never do that, right?" My words sounded as stupid to me as I'm sure they did to Cindy. She ignored me and went back to the binoculars. I shamelessly watched Cindy's chest swing against the damp fabric. A large circle lifted on top, but the immediate center of that crown stiffened and poked up to a point. My disdain for my own thoughts meant nothing as I could almost feel the hard nub rolling in my lips. Her back curved as she leaned forward, and her round ass jutted out into the room like a spiritual force. I could picture my hands spreading her thickness and slipping my thrusting dick inside her wet hole. She might even scream, but in my lustful state, I wasn't sure it would make me stop.

Cindy's slight movement was enough to break me from my frightful imagination. I knew I was capable of considering unnatural things in fantasy world, but I had always known there was a separation from thought and reality. Watching Cindy, I wasn't sure I knew the difference anymore. My stomach turned, and I looked back outside.

The pornographic action in my neighbor's backyard was still going. Mr. Davis's powerful cock was still plowing through Jesselyn's body. Her face was looking up from the table, but it lacked emotion. Kind of like the blank stare she wore while Jeremy fucked her on that same table. Although, that day she looked like there was pleasure, today I wasn't sure.

After Mr. Davis stood Jesselyn up, her back was against the front of his body. His one hand held her chest and his other held her pubic mound. He kissed her neck as she pushed her head back onto his shoulder. She was reaching back, working her fingers through his hair. Even without a close up view, I could tell passion was now raging between them. His mouth worked at her ear, neck and mouth as she strained to turn her head to meet his kissing. I wasn't sure, but I imagined his cock was still inside her. There truly wasn't anything more powerful than sex, except sex and love together.

Mr. Davis kissed Jesselyn after he turned her to face him. Then he lifted her long sexy body and her legs circled his waist. She reached behind her, fumbling to position his dick. He guided her down onto his pussy wrecker. His strong muscles shined with sweat as his arms moved her body up and down. He turned around and rested his ass on the edge of the table. Jesselyn's arms tightly circled his neck, and her legs circled his back. I could see her face buried in his neck while her body was bouncing on his cock.

Jesselyn clung to her lover as he increased the speed and height of her bouncing body. I could see his arms working hard with the girl's body in his hands. It was as if he was using Jesselyn to jerk off. He stroked her body up and down. The more he increased the speed, the more her head flailed side to side. I wondered if Jesselyn’s teeth would find Mr. Davis’s flesh the way Jasmine's had found mine?

Jesselyn's hands grabbed Mr. Davis's neck as she leaned back and faced the sky. In her ecstasy her legs rode higher on his back, her arms stretched to full length and her back arched. Mr. Davis held her stiff body just above her hips as she leaned as far back as she could, forcing every bit of his dick inside. I was sure her stiff legs were trembling.

I wished I had the close up Cindy was enjoying. I was sure she was going to witness a flood pouring from the girl's hole when he removed his cock. I had been an eye witness to that the other day, when Jeremy removed his dick from Jesselyn. Mr. Davis's red flesh slumped down as it came out of Jesselyn’s body.

"Oh, my god. I thought I came a lot." Cindy's words confirmed what I imagined with a bit more information than I expected or wanted to hear about.

The fact that Cindy never stopped looking or even acknowledged I was there made me wonder if she even knew she spoke. The thought of her flowing pussy juice was nothing I wanted to entertain. I felt relieved for the moment that I had returned to a state of subdued lust. I wanted to get out of the attic and search for my lost soul.

Mr. Davis and Jesselyn walked arm in arm toward the house, carrying their clothes. The images that my mind tried to summon about what they would do next exhausted me. I turned to Cindy with a sigh. Her face was still bright red, except now sweat was running down it. I looked down and instantly wished she had worn a bra. When she followed my eyes, I think she got embarrassed at the reality of her now see through shirt. Who could tell, though, she couldn’t blush any more than she already was.

"Cindy, let's get out of here."

"Yes, please.” Cindy fluffed her shirt in an effort to make her dark nipples less visible. “I, um, I, oh never mind. Let's go before I over heat."

I walked behind Cindy. Sweat trailed down the center of her back and spread out at the top of her protruding ass cheeks. There was a wonderful little bounce as she walked. Her butt was so sexy, but in a very different way from Susan's and Jasmine's. It was rounder, jiggled a little, and there was a wonderful cleavage between Cindy's cheeks.

Cindy and I stood at the opening, looking down. I thought, just throw yourself head first and that will stop all these evil thoughts, and said, "I'll go first and help you."

It was as simple as squat, plant a hand on each side, swing out, and lower myself to the chair. Then, what was the best way to help Cindy without either of us getting hurt? I pushed the chair away after considering the challenge of trying to help her land on that small area with me already there. "Sit on the edge, turn around, and hang out the way you went in. I'll grab your feet and ease you down." It sounded great, and it had worked very well with Susan. Cindy was about the same height, but maybe thirty pounds heavier.

I looked up at Cindy's dangling legs, promising myself I wasn't going to look at anything in a bad way. Certainly I am capable of helping a family member without sneaking a peek at her crotch. Cindy inched her body over the edge, and it became clear there wouldn’t be a need to sneak anything. Her shirt went up in equal proportion to her body coming down. I was positioned so I would be in front of her, facing her as I lowered her down. Her legs wiggled around, and I could see her panties were soaked through.

By the time I could reach her feet, her shirt was up to her stomach, and nothing but underwear and waving legs hung out of the attic. I took a foot in each hand and looked straight up at her exaggerated pussy mound. As she slowly moved down, I accepted that there wasn't going to be a pretty way to do it.

"Go ahead, let go. I promise I'll catch you." My voice was confident, but my body was trembling. Not so much because I wasn't sure I was going to be able to slow her down, which I wasn't, but because I was terrified that her soft body might press against my boner.

When Cindy let go, I felt the additional weight, but I was shocked to find that I was holding her in the air. Unfortunately, that was worse than dropping her. I was leaning back, her knees were against my chest, my hands somewhere around the top of her thighs, and my face was somewhere between her knees. I turned my head sideways and closed my eyes, but my nose told me I was way too close. The smell made me dizzy, and I was horrified that when I let her down there was not going to be any way to avoid direct contact with sopping wet panties. I had no desire to embarrass my favorite cousin more than she was already going to be, so I let go. Cindy quickly slid down my body. Wet material touched my ear. I inhaled the passing fragrance of my cousin's over heated crotch and planned to grab her above her ass to stop her just before she hit the floor.

After the sudden impact with the floor, one of my hands was lodged in the leg hole of Cindy's panties. My face was smack between her tits, jammed under her shirt. I took a second to try and figure out what had happened. Cindy’s shirt had caught on my head, her weight had yanked me forward, and my head had gone under the shirt. Blinded and defenseless with my hand trapped in my cousin’s panties, we had toppled over. We had fallen sideways into the den, luckily not through the wall.

I scrambled in a terrified panic to get all of my body parts outside of my cousin's clothing. "Phew, I'm so sorry. I can't believe that happened." I nervously tugged at my cousin's shirt trying to cover her tits while checking to see if she was hurt.

Cindy swatted my hand and started cracking up. "I'm fine, and I know how to fix my clothes." She jumped to her feet, giggling, and shifted her shirt to cover her ass. Then, she extracted the crotch of her underwear from deep in her crack.

"Are you sure you're okay? I never expected anything like that to happen." We stood face to face, her smile eased my painful humiliation.

"I, um, I got to go to the bathroom. I'll be back." Cindy turned and walked away. I closed the attic door and put the chair back.

Five minutes after Cindy left, the scent of her womanhood was still fresh in my nose. I imagined what she was doing in the bathroom as I remembered the feel of her breasts on my face. Even though neither the touch of her tits on my face nor my hand on her ass had been for more than a few seconds, the feelings lingered. As my brain replayed what happened, my nerve endings remembered how soft Cindy was. Her tits moved unlike Susan's or Jasmine's and her butt had a squishy feel to it. I knew my fingers would sink in deep if I grabbed her ass.

I shook off the feelings and took a deep breath. It had been a troubling holiday weekend, to say the least, but today had taken everything to a new low. I was very upset knowing about Jesselyn and Mr. Davis. Really, more about how it might affect Susan's life. My own moral standard had plunged to a new low with evil thoughts about my cousin, and my heart ached for a simple love like when I was young.

My brain played out all the different possibilities while my heart examined all the sensations it could grapple with. I totally lost track of time as I pondered things too deep for someone so shallow.

I heard the bathroom door open and a few seconds later Cindy appeared without making a sound. I could smell a strawberry fragrance trailing behind her freshly showered body. The towel wrapped around her chest only made it a few inches past her crotch. Her head was also wrapped in a towel, but when she got over by her travel bag, she removed it and rubbed it vigorously against her head. Then she leaned over and roughed up her hanging black hair with both hands. After that, she stood up quickly and flipped it over her head. Even though I wasn't seeking it, I got a quick peek of the black mound of hair between her legs.

Cindy smiled innocently and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from her bag. I expected her to take some clothes back to the bathroom with her, but instead she stepped into the right leg hole then the left. She hoisted her pants to mid thigh, wiggled and yanked them up past her hips. Even at full speed, my eyes still witnessed her unruly bush, again. She seemed so comfortable with her body, even in front of me.

I watched her closely, almost staring just to make her aware that I was there and could see her. It was obvious she knew, but I wanted to know if she was really that okay with me seeing her. She grabbed a shirt and pulled it down over her towel, then let the towel fall out from under it. She got a brush and pushed it through her long silky hair. I was fascinated to see a girl performing her after shower activities. Cindy made me feel comfortable watching her as she stroked the brush over and over through her damp hair. Part of her mane draped her back and the rest lay over each breast. A faint wet spot had formed where her moist pubic hair touched the inside of her sweatpants. It was at that moment that I remembered she hadn't bothered to put on panties.

After a few minutes of silently being absorbed in her grooming process, with a loud exhale, Cindy flopped on the couch next to me. A friendly smile greeted me as she shifted her butt forward. She had taken on the same slumped, legs open, guy posture I had assumed. At that moment, a warm peaceful feeling comforted my troubled mind. Without warning large tears pooled in my eyes. I quickly closed them, but it was too late, they rolled down my cheeks.

Cindy's cavalier tomboy pose next to me had transported me back in time. Everything pleasant and simple about my childhood suddenly contrasted my current state. More tears reminded me how immature I really was, and tipped off the girl next to me, who had seen me cry fifty times over the likes of a scraped knee or black eye. "Joe, what's wrong? Are you upset about what happened before?"

Until Cindy's concerned voice penetrated my ear drums, I hadn't realized how close we really were as kids. We had practically grown up together. We knew everything about each other, until three years ago, that is. I wanted to go back in time and not have all these horrible feelings in me. I wanted to be a boy again.

"Cindy, I'm sorry I dropped you, I didn't mean to, you know." I took a breath to consider what I was doing.

"Jeez Joe, that's nothing to cry about. Remember that time you pushed me out of the tree, and I broke my arm?" Cindy held out her left arm to indicate the damaged goods. Her movement brought my attention to her large unconfined chest. Unlike Jasmine's tits that mocked gravity like the Joker mocking Batman, Cindy's breasts drooped to the sides of her body.

I shook off the momentary distraction and considered spilling my guts. The truth was, Cindy was probably the first girl I was in love with, and was my best friend for years. I had never told her that, of course, but it was true. "Cindy, I really missed you.” I looked into Cindy's eyes and her deep concern drew the words out of me. “I can't believe how much things have changed since we were kids. I can't even begin to tell you how confused I am about so many things."

I placed my hand on hers. "This has got to stay between you and me. What we saw today, it goes beyond anything you can imagine, and you can’t say anything to anybody."

After two hours of talking, I released Cindy from the bear hug we had just shared. She kissed my cheek and told me it was all going to be fine. I could hardly believe her, but my soul felt at peace knowing my old friend knew everything I was going through. It wasn't until I unloaded on her that I realized everything I had been going through alone. I couldn't tell Susan about Jasmine, and I couldn't tell either of them about their mom. I couldn't talk to anyone about their parents being brother and sister. Now, I had this huge weight about their dad on top of all of that.

Cindy had listened and taken everything in stride. She had been shocked some, but didn't seem disgusted during any part of my story. If she had been, she did a great job of hiding it. I told her everything from start to finish, and she understood why I was a mess. I, of course, left out the part about lusting after her. But, even the part about having sex with Susan's mom hadn't caused Cindy to slap me or even say, "No way." She did say, "Really, you did it with Susan's mother? Was it good?" I hadn't answered, and I also held back the part about Mrs. Davis being pregnant. That was only because I wasn't considering it could be my baby. At least that's what I told myself.

"Joe, I'm starving. Let's eat some, um, maybe turkey." Cindy headed for the kitchen like everything between us was as it always was. It really amazed me how mature she had become.

"You make a mean turkey sandwich cuz,” I said. “Are you sure you're not going to be freaked out if you see Susan, knowing about her parents?" I bit into the awesome sandwich. I figured even though Cindy hadn't totally flipped, she must have been freaked out some. Who wouldn't be when finding out a husband and wife had the same dad?

"Joe, haven't you ever heard of those people out in Utah? The men have a bunch of wives and they all live together, the kids share parents." Cindy chomped on her sandwich in the most unladylike manner. I smiled, knowing everything I loved about her was actually still intact under all those layers of sexy.

"Yes, I have, but that's not what we were taught. It's wrong, you know, a sin or something."

"Well, so is fornicating, burning for your neighbor's wife and surely screwing your girlfriend's sister. So, you better be careful. Judge not lest you be judged by the same measure." Cindy's one sentence summary of my evil laundry list ruffled my insides. I knew she was right, who was I to cast a stone? Really, who was I at all? What kind of a person am I? My thoughts were interrupted by what seemed like a sudden subject change.

"Joe, do you remember when I had a crush on you?" Cindy's half full mouth shot a crooked smile my way.

"Yes, you used to kiss me all the time, and I would say, 'I'm going to puke on your bed if you do that again.' Then your mom told us it wasn't right for blood relatives to be boyfriend and girlfriend." It was funny that I had remembered my crush on Cindy, earlier, but I had forgotten it had gone both ways. The difference was, I wouldn't ever admit it or show it, and she was always goo goo eyes over me. Although, I wasn't sure why she brought it up.

We ate and strolled down memory lane until we both flopped back on the couch to watch TV.

When I woke up, my aunt and uncle were standing in front of me. "Look at you, just like old times." A flash went off, and I rubbed the spots out of my eyes. Cindy was leaning against me doing the same thing. "That's going to make a good one for the picture album." My aunt smiled from the joy of seeing our rekindled friendship and having captured it for her picture collection. I imagined she had hundreds of pictures of us kids.

"Remember when she put that frog in your shorts?" Uncle Jim's loud chuckle made me smile as I hit my cousin again for what she had done eight years ago.

My mother's voice yelled from the kitchen, "Who wants turkey?" Cindy and I shared a loud groan.

We decided to go straight for dessert while everyone else ate leftovers for dinner. As we started out for the kitchen, Cindy took hold of my arm. She looked meaningfully into my eyes. "Joe, I missed you, too. Remember you can't separate your head from your heart." I could tell from Cindy's intense look that her words came from her heart, and they had an intended purpose.

She continued, "What I mean is, you'll never be happy doing what your head tells you. You have got to follow your heart, because eventually it's going to win. You have to figure out who you love then do what's right." Cindy finished her counseling session by kissing me like she always did when we were kids.

I didn't know if she had expected my nine year old self to show up and fight her off, but the kiss went unchallenged for a few seconds. When it finished, a blank stare sat on both of our faces. Not knowing how to break the uncomfortable moment, I hugged her. "Cindy, thanks for everything. Let's eat pie."

Cindy shoved me and took off ahead of me to avoid the weirdness of the moment. We ate and listened to the adults talk, but neither Cindy nor I spoke for a long time. When our eyes met I felt a special bond, yet there was something else I didn't understand. I assumed it was knowing Cindy knew everything, and she was the only one who did.

After two hours, I began to wonder why I hadn't heard from Susan. I looked three times, and I could see they were home from shopping. Cindy perceived my concern the forth time I looked out the window. "Just call her already."

"Well, I guess I could after yesterday, but I'm worried about her mother. She might answer and assume I want Jasmine, then when I end up talking to Susan, she might put two and two together." I sighed.

"Joe, be honest, you're afraid to call."

She was right. I couldn't stop thinking about what we had seen from the attic and imagining the worst possible outcome. Susan's dad had broken his promise in almost the worst way possible. He had a promise with Mrs. Davis, Susan and Jasmine. The only thing worse would be if he had done it with one of his daughters. What if they came home and caught Jesselyn and him? My greatest fear created a great conflict in me. I should be there for Susan if something bad happened, yet I don't want to pick up the phone.

I practically flew across the room when the phone rang. "Hello."

Five minutes later, Cindy laughed as I held the phone away from my ear. Susan was still rambling on about all the stuff she saw, got, and knew she'd get for Christmas. "So, how was your day alone, what did you do?" Susan finally asked.

"Well, other than thinking of fifty ways that I can hurt you without leaving marks, I didn't do anything. By the way, you're dead when I see you. That was not funny or nice telling Cindy to ask me about, well you know." I glanced to see if anyone other than my very curious cousin was listening in on me. "No, I didn't take her up there." Cindy looked at me like she was going to start yelling liar liar pants on fire. “Hey, can you come over?”

"No, it was a miracle my mother let me yesterday. Today, she gave me the talk again after I asked her to buy me this great short skirt. Then, she reminded me that just because she let me be with your family for Thanksgiving, that it wasn't a green light for us. Joe, I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think my mom had some dirt on you."

My stomach twisted. Susan continued on telling me she didn’t believe her mother really did. Then she was talking to someone in the background, "Okay, okay, take it easy. Joe, you have to talk to Jasmine. Here.”

"Hey, Stud, did you and Susie have a nice Thanksgiving? I'm sure you did because she will not tell me anything about it. Ouch." I heard the sound of the slap and pictured Susan whacking Jasmine.

After about five minutes of listening to Jasmine, I knew I loved her as much as Susan, but in a different way. I suspected if things had developed differently, Jasmine would probably be my girlfriend, not Susan. My cousin's words filtered back through my brain as I said good night to Jasmine and Susan.

When I sat down next to Cindy, she rubbed my arm tenderly to console me, but didn’t ask any questions. I imagine she didn't have to, everything was spelled out on my face.

Things wrapped up for the night earlier than the night before because everyone was wiped out from shopping. "No, that's fine, I'll take the foldout bed again," Cindy said with a huge smile.

I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't going to sleep sitting up with my clothes on again. I changed into boxers and a tee shirt and laid flat with my head propped up to watch TV. After Cindy got the boys tucked in and set up the wall of protection for them, she warned them about getting up and getting on the bed with her. She promised they would get the kiss of death if they did. I wondered if that was the kiss I had received earlier. At the moment, it seemed like a pleasant way to die.

Cindy took a handful of stuff from her bag and headed for the bathroom. What seemed like a few seconds to my dozing self, turned out to be a half hour before Cindy came back and sat on the couch with me. Really, on me. "Stop complaining and turn sideways. I'll lean against you. I don't want to watch this scary show by myself." Cindy shoved her butt back against my stomach to motivate me to make more room. I complied and then drifted off.

The smell of strawberry was floating through my dream world when my bladder woke me up. Cindy's black hair was against my face and the rest of her body was against mine. We were on our sides, my arm was draped over her with my hand tucked in between the couch and her stomach. My other arm, the one I was laying on, was dead, completely numb and not working.

Cindy was on top of my blanket, wearing a shirt. Her warmth radiated through the blanket and made me feel good. Her smell and soft breathing welcomed my heart and I didn't feel at all uncomfortable, even with the inappropriate placement of my hand. I squeezed her against my body to wake her up or express my feelings. She didn't stir.

I was completely trapped under the blanket that she was laying on top of. Plus, my only arm that had a chance of pushing me up was paralyzed. I moved my hand up the front of her body until it rested just above her breast. I pulled the top of her body back toward my face. Her breasts touched my arm. I pulled her back as close as I could get her, moved my face over to look down at Cindy's. Even with her tits touching my skin, and my breath in her ear, she still didn't blink. I scanned her body, over the curve of her hip, down her exposed legs, and back to her face. She looked like an angel sleeping, and I had a powerful urge to kiss her.

Using her upper body to pull myself forward, I rested my lips on her cheek, and left them there touching her soft skin while my eyes absorbed her beauty. Then, I moved toward her ear, using my face to move her hair aside. I planned to whisper, but found myself kissing it instead. I turned her head gently, looking down onto her sleeping face. It made my heart flutter like never before. My lips pressed against hers ever so softly. Her lips responded and kissed mine, but her eyes remained closed.

Not able to comprehend my feelings or my actions, I continued to kiss her lethargic lips. The comfortable peace of Cindy's presence washed over me and caused two large tear drops to splash onto Cindy's face. At the same time, a sharp burning pain entered my crushed arm as blood started to find its way inside. I pulled my face back and watched my salt water cascade down her smooth skin. I shook her and whispered in her ear, "Cindy, sweetheart it's time for school."

The word school must have been as repulsive to Cindy as it was to me. Her eyes popped open. She looked startled at first, but a calm quickly settled. A dazed smile crossed her face. "Oh, you woke me from a wonderful dream. Why?"

Without thinking, I kissed her cheek. "Cindy, I have got to go to the bathroom, but I'm trapped. Can you let me up?"

"Well, I don't want to, but I guess." Cindy reluctantly moved her legs over the side of the couch and pushed herself to a sitting position. I used her to pull myself up and sat next to her with my stinging arm.

After a long whiz, I returned to find my cousin laying exactly where I had been, under my blanket. A sad feeling came over me that I had given up such a pleasant experience. I glanced at the death bed and prepared to suffer. "Joe, no, come back over here."

I could hardly see, but Cindy was holding the covers up and welcoming me to lay with her on the couch. I glanced at the VCR clock, 12:23AM.

The blanket dropped over me and Cindy's arm rested over my side. I felt her warm body pressed to my back and her leg over mine. I felt like I had been transported back to a safe place in life as her soft breath tickled my neck. My eyes closed and everything that should have been wrong felt right.

In my dream, I was having sex with Jesselyn, Jasmine and Susan all at the same time, while Mr. and Mrs. Davis watched. Except, they weren't three different people, they were all the same person. They just changed from one to the other constantly.

When my eyes jerked open, lips were touching my ear. A soft wisp of air sent a shiver all the way down my spine to my dick. "Joe, I'm sorry, I should have gone before, I guess, but I gotta go now."

Cindy's moist lips kissed my ear and cheek. Her leg crossed me and her foot made its way to the floor. As she rolled over me, she paused. I felt the burning heat and bristly hair of her crotch on my side. She stayed that way, looking down at me for what seemed like a lifetime. Then Cindy finished sliding out from under the covers and headed for the bathroom.

I glanced at the clock again, 12:54AM. What had seemed like a two hour nightmare wasn't even an hour. I slid back on the couch, hoping Cindy would return and continue comforting my troubled soul, but I wanted her in front of me.

I opened my eyes and jumped when I saw Cindy's nose right in front of my face. She was sitting on the floor next to the couch. "Do you want me to go over there?" she asked.

I lifted the blanket. Cindy slithered under in front of me. My right arm was under her. She grabbed my hand and cuddled it under her chin. I placed my left hand on her hip and found flesh. Surprised by the lack of material, I innocently move my hand up her body trying to find her shirt, so I could pull it down. It was raised as high as her chest.

Cindy's naked ass didn't feel any different to my boxer shorts, but knowing what was touching me made my dick stir. I wasn't horny or lustful like I normally would have been with Susan or Jasmine, but I couldn't ignore the things I felt. My heart raced as my hand traced Cindy's side from her thigh to her ribcage. I found her belly and drew a circle around her bellybutton. Cindy sighed and kissed the hand she was holding.

It didn't feel dirty or wrong as my hand pressed between her breasts and my lips kissed her cheek. My nerves tingled as her head turned. I squeezed her tight as our lips touched. We held that position with our eyes sealed shut for thirty seconds before my tongue met Cindy's. Their tips touched and a hot breath escaped both of our mouths.

My hardon was pressed into the gap between her ass cheeks as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I wished it wasn't concealed in my shorts, but it still felt nice. When I kissed the back of Cindy's neck, she rolled forward and lifted her hair. I continued to kiss and bite her neck and shoulders as she inhaled and exhaled with passion.

When it got too intense, Cindy rolled back and shifted until she was on her back looking up at me. Our heat had caused us to shove the covers to the floor. I kissed Cindy for the first time with our eyes opened. We shared a warm peaceful smile that made everything seem like it was okay.

I laid on top of Cindy as she opened her legs for me. For a long moment, I supported myself on my elbows looking down into the eyes of my real first love. A true love she had been, but the love we had shared was never allowed to develop. It was never supposed to be expressed like this, but I couldn't find one reason not to love my cousin and make her feel loved. I kissed her mouth and felt the heat on my cock as it pressed against her crotch.

I fondled Cindy's soft tits, kissed them, and sucked her nipples. My tongue made circles around the dark flesh, causing it to stiffen. I held it between my lips and flicked the hard nub until it couldn't grow anymore.

When my cock ground against my cousin's mound, her legs instinctively opened wider and her hips rotated to best satisfy her clit. I bit her lower lip as my eyes asked permission to enter her body. "Joe, you're making me feel so good, but I can't. Not now, I'm still a virgin."

I was fine with not making love to Cindy, I just didn't want our special moment to end. I kissed her and kissed my way down her body. When I got to the thick mat of black hair, I stood next to the couch, picked up her legs and tugged them toward me. Cindy followed my lead and worked her body around to a slumped sitting position. Still holding her legs at my sides, I looked down into her pussy. I knelt between her legs. My smile was telling of what I was about to do to her.

While looking up at her nervous face, I kissed her just above her pubic hair, filling my nose with her scent. I moved down between her legs. Not only did her hair set her apart from Jasmine and Susan, but her thick pussy lips also set her apart. They plumped out like two buns, perfect for putting a hot dog between.

I pushed her legs up and kissed the very top of her thigh where her ass cheek started. My soft love bite caused a beautiful purring sound. I worked my way up and around her legs until I was kissing her crotch right next to her pussy lip. Cindy's moans seemed more demanding as her hips lifted. With my nose right at the top of her slit, I inhaled deeply. My brain processed the strong aroma and filed the memory in my forever file. I'd always remember what Cindy smelled like.

My tongue parted Cindy’s swollen flesh and dipped into the wetness. A rush of hot fluid covered my lips as they separated the two flaps. I licked upward until my cousin’s engorged clit caused her to suck in a loud breath. Cindy’s bud was bigger than I could have imagined. I flicked it, and Cindy's legs jumped, She moaned through clenched teeth. Our eyes met as my lips cradled her clitoris. I sucked gently and flicked it. Pleasure washed over Cindy’s face. I tongue slapped it twice and watched her eyes respond. They were begging me for more, so I sucked and batted the giant sensory gland until Cindy was about to screech. I moved lower and pushed my mouth into the deepest part of her pussy, spreading her open, and plunging my tongue as far as it would reach inside my cousin’s body. Cindy’s fluid spilled into my open mouth. I memorized the strong taste, knowing girls were like snowflakes; they all looked and tasted different.

It shocked me how small Cindy's hole was. I rolled my tongue and rammed it in and out while her juices covered my lips. Cindy's hands were under her butt, and her fingers were gripping her ass. When I got back to her bulbous clit, she whimpered and kicked her feet. I wanted it to last, but feeding off my cousin’s excitement made me go crazy, sucking and licking.

Cindy's hips jerked, forcing her crotch into my face. I knew what was coming, and I didn't hold anything back until Cindy arched and forced her ass off the couch. My eyes spotted a sudden gush of fluid escaping from between her lips. It dripped down between her ass cheeks and over her anus.

When her body dropped, the air rushed from her lungs. I laid my head on her groin. It rose and fell on the waves of Cindy’s heavy breathing. I played it over in my head and realized the leg vise on my head never occurred, yet Cindy seemed very satisfied anyway. Even their orgasms are like snowflakes.

I got on my knees and leaned forward to kiss Cindy. She licked her lips after as if evaluating how she tasted. Her legs wrapped around my waist. “That was, ah, I don’t know, great, perfect and amazing. I’ve never felt so . . . mm, never mind,” Cindy said.

“And that makes me feel great, too.”

“Shouldn’t I do something for you now?”

"No, I'm fine. You don't have to do anything. Let's get some sleep." I was completely content to curl up with my satisfied cousin. Even in light of what should have been considered a horrible sin, I felt more at peace than I had in months. I felt more in love, too.

2:10 AM read on the clock when I squeezed Cindy and kissed her cheek for the last time. We slept soundly huddled together on the couch.

When my eyes cracked open, the bright morning sun was blinding me until someone stepped in front of it. It was my aunt. I didn't move or speak until I was sure I knew what was going on. My hand was happily tucked between Cindy's tits, inside of her shirt. I yelled, "Gross," and shoved Cindy onto the floor. Thank god she landed with the blanket covering her. I glanced down my body to make sure I hadn't exposed anything.

Cindy took longer than I did to figure out what was going on, even though she had been dropped to the floor. I gave her a look hoping she knew to follow along. "What on earth were you doing on my couch? That's disgusting."

Cindy looked around, assessing the situation. "I'm sorry, I was scared during a movie. You said it was okay if I sat with you.” She shrugged. “Okay, maybe you were half asleep, but you said I could. I guess I went to sleep."

"I'm sure I must have been asleep. If I would have woken up." I shook my head. “Who knows what I might have done.” Cindy gave me a knowing smirk.

"Well, I got another great picture for the photo album,” Aunt Mary Lou held up the camera. “This one is a good candidate for blackmail." My aunt gave my uncle a funny look then went to get the boys up.

Three hours later, Uncle Jim was trying to round everything up, so they could hit the road. I was sad that my friend was leaving. I stood in front of Cindy, out of view. "Thanks for listening and trying to help me through all this mess. I'm going to miss you."

Cindy kissed me on the lips then nervously looked around. She didn't see anyone, so she did it again. "You’re coming for Christmas break, right?" A hopeful smile beamed.

"Yes, I will." I walked Cindy to get her stuff and helped her carry it to the car.

The hugs were abundant as everyone said goodbye, but I got several extra from Cindy. During one of them, I whispered in her ear, "I love you." Cindy’s expression let me know she felt the same, and that we had restored our deep childhood bond.

I watched their car shrink out of view, feeling a strange separation anxiety as it disappeared. Instantly, I was looking forward to Christmas at Cindy’s.