From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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My Neighbor's Incest Part XII

bistander

What’s Normal Anyway?

I walked into my house, reeling from the brief conversation that followed Susan's words, "He's both, he's all of their fathers." My understanding of right and wrong had taken one to the nuts. "They don't have the same mother, my mom and dad don't," Susan added as if that made it better. Aunt Jane was Mrs. Davis's sister. That's why the day we were talking about the fight, Susan had referred to Aunt Jane as her mother's sister. I had assumed sister-in-law. Was that really worse? I had known Mr. Davis was doing his sister, and that was alright with me. What's the difference now, I wondered? Was it because he married his sister or was it the kids? Isn't that bad? Then again, who did Noah's kids have kids with?

Susan was only willing to speak about the whole thing for a minute. She seemed upset, but not as much as I might have expected. I wasn't sure if she really didn't know too many details, or if she was trying to minimize the whole thing. I was too shocked to push the issue. She kissed me and told me she loved me.

My mother was in the kitchen, prepping for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. With an image of Susan’s expression fresh in my mind, I asked, "Would it be okay if we had someone else for dinner tomorrow?"

Her questioning stare made me plow ahead. “That's if she can come. It's really important to me. She wants to have a normal family dinner, and they’re going to a restaurant. It upset her."

“Of course, but only if it’s okay with her parents, and it’s not going to get you out of doing your part.”

"I know, I promise I'll help out, and spend time with my cousins." I knew she would cave in. My mother loved having as many people as she could for Thanksgiving.

I didn't know if Susan would even be able to spend the day, but I had invited her and I hoped so. I needed some time with her in my environment. I needed to be with her without any of the other stuff associated with her. If I really loved Susan, I'd put her parent's issues aside. Wouldn't I?

I went to bed that night, as I had many times since I met my neighbors, with my head spinning with thoughts. Susan, Jasmine, sisters, Jeremy and his sister, Mr. and Mrs. Davis are brother and sister. How could Susan have not told me all this before now?

The next morning, my mother woke me from a dream that was more absurd than the one about me being married to Mrs. Davis. "Okay, I'll get up. Tell her I'll call back in a few minutes."

After a piss, I called Susan. She answered on the first ring and asked, "Are you sure you want me to come?"

Suddenly, I realized Susan might have been as tormented with thoughts as I had been the night before. Maybe more so? She might have been wondering if I would still love her. Her heart could have been broken because I hadn’t called her this morning, and I was only worried about myself. This love thing is very difficult. I promised myself I wouldn't try and make her talk about anything uncomfortable. I should either love her or not, but her parents’ choices shouldn't affect that.

"Of course I want you to come. I'm excited about it. You want me to ask your mother for you?" I would, but I hoped I didn't have to.

“No, I’ll ask,” Susan said. “I wanted to make sure it was alright, for real. You did ask your mother, right?”

"I did, and she was thrilled,” I lied. “Did I tell you my cousins are gonna be here?”

“No. You didn’t even tell me you had cousins. How many, and how old are they?”

“Um, thirteen, sixteen, and two are like five, six or maybe seven. I haven't seen them for a while."

“That’s four, five with you,” Susan said, “You sure there will be room for me?”

"It’s fine. There’s plenty of room, and my mother always cooks for an army. She did say you’ll have to wash all the dishes.”

“Yeah, I hardly know your mother and I know that’s a lie.”

“You will have to help me,” said. “Now go ask. You think she’ll let you?”

“I convinced her I needed help with math,” Susan said. “I think I can handle this.”

“Well go do it and call me back.” I had totally bought that failing math thing, too. Should that scare me?

For thirty minutes, I waited by the phone, nothing. Then my mother told me to put “actual” clothes on. I was halfway to my room and it rang. My mother answered, and I waited for her to call me. She started talking to someone, so I continued on.

When I presented myself for inspection, my mother nodded her approval and said, "Good news lover boy, your girlfriend is coming over and staying for dinner.”

I tried not to show my excitement. “That’s good.”

“Yes, but how come Chris seems to think Jasmine is your girlfriend?"

Chris, I thought, who is Chris? Shit, the blood drained from my face. That's Mrs. Davis. As far as I knew, my mother never talked to her? The last thing I needed was my mother talking to Mrs. Davis. That’s like the earth getting too close to the sun. I needed their worlds to stay far apart. “You, ah, she called? You talked to Mrs. Davis?”

“Joe, we live next door to them, you’re friends with her daughters, of course we talk.”

"Ah, what did you tell her?" The look of horror made my mother grin with superiority.

"Don't worry, I didn't give you up. But, you have some explaining to do. Why is she sure you're Jasmine’s boyfriend? And, why does she like you so much? She went on and on about what a nice boy you were. I didn't have the heart to tell her you were a liar." My mother's eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

I explained the whole mix-up in a way that she would accept the little white lie I told Mrs. Davis. Also, in a way that would most likely not backfire on me. Unfortunately, I also had to agree that Susan was too young, and she wouldn't be my girlfriend until after her next birthday. It hadn't been outright extortion, but close to it.

When Susan appeared on the walkway, I had to look twice to make sure I was seeing her. I've never seen her in a dress. I got a big thrill seeing her looking more like what she was going to turn into, Jesselyn. As soon as she got on the front porch, I pinned her to the wall between the door and the window, hiding us from the peering eyes inside. We kissed hard, and I slipped my hand under her dress. No panties, perfect. All my concerns of the previous day seemed to melt away with the heat of her lips.

"Sorry, I had to get that in before we go inside." I got one more kiss and told Susan everything I had been forced to agree to and why.

"I figured we wouldn't be able to make out in front of your parents anyway, so what's the big deal?" Susan seemed to have it all in perspective.

"Okay, so you're alright with it being like it was when you were just my math student?" I gleamed at the memories.

Susan smiled. "You mean, like when you groped me constantly and kissed me every time your mother turned her back? That's fine with me." She whacked me.

"Susan, are we alright? You know, that whole thing yesterday was, you know." I took a breath to brace myself for what might come next. I was going to let her talk about her family on her schedule, but I wanted to make sure that thing with Jasmine hadn't put something between us.

"Like I said last night, I was jealous. But, I know I can't have it both ways. I was excited having you watch me. Really, having everyone watch. There's something strangely exciting about being watched. I was also excited at the thought of Jasmine doing the same thing to you, and me watching. You know that's what she asked for, right?"

My face drained, "I, um."

"It's okay Joe. I know how she is. When I was sitting on the couch and I knew you were back there, I was super excited. But, I couldn't watch." Susan seemed tortured by her thoughts. "Joe, I have watched Jasmine have sex a few times, but I’ve never heard her scream and plead like that. I wanted to watch, but then I felt so jealous that she was enjoying you, my boyfriend." Susan's eyelids fluttered.

"I'm sure it was all just an act. She was just playing into that whole gag thing, pulling one on your cousins. I wish I hadn't done it." I couldn't believe I had made love to Jasmine when all Susan agreed to was a blow job.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am. It was a stupid idea." As much as I had loved being with Jasmine, I hated this part. Just like last time, I felt bad after and I hated what it did to Susan. I also hated that I was even more twisted about my feelings for Jasmine.

"Joe, don't be. It's not your fault. It was my choice. I shouldn't have done what I did, but I did. I enjoyed it. I got off watching my cousins do it. I'm just messed up and I, we have to get used to that. But, you were right, what you said about me being young, I am. I have time to figure all this out." Susan finished by shoving me, showing her true age.

"I'm really glad I got to come here today and be with your family. I love mine, but I need to be around normal people today." She smiled like everything from yesterday was now in the past. We talked about it and now it was gone. I wondered if it could be that simple?

I was about to grab one last kiss but saw my aunt and uncle's car coming down the road, so I hit Susan instead. "Look, it's my normal family." I haven't seen them for a long time. My Uncle Jim is a great guy, very funny, but he can be rude. Aunt Mary Lou is nice too, but she's a ton, I mean a little overweight. She always took us places when we were little and made a big fuss over us. I hope we have all grown out of that. Little Matt was still crapping in his plastic underwear the last time I saw him. And, Jimmy wasn't much past that, so I have no idea what they are like now. I hope they don't drive us crazy."

I started off the porch towards the car. "Come on."

Susan pushed me with her foot on my ass and almost knocked me down the four steps. I stumbled across the grass. "Great, I got to worry about you too."

Susan looked excited and a little nervous as she jumped off the porch in a totally unladylike manner. Even though it wasn't going to be like meeting her family, I knew how she felt.

"Hey Stud, you didn't mention that I had competition," Susan said. I didn't know why she had used Jasmine's nickname for me from yesterday, but I hoped she was just being funny.

I turned and saw what Susan was talking about. I was pretty sure I didn't know the girl getting out of the car until I refocused on her face, then I realized it was my cousin, Cindy.

My first thought was to say, that's just my cousin. I was smart enough to realize not to say it, but still said the wrong thing. "Holy Crap, that’s Cindy."

After getting my brain back under control, I said, "I mean, wow she has changed."

Aunt Mary Lou's weight problem seemed to have only been passed on to Cindy's ass and chest. My scrawny, kickball-playing, tree climbing, playmate cousin, from three years ago, was now a chest heavy beauty. The greasy black hair I remembered, had turned into a shiny mane that made it halfway to the round ass jutting out above her thin legs. Her tiny waist gave way to a barrel chest. Clearly, there were huge breasts packed too tightly under her shirt.

"How old did you say your cousin was?" Susan's tone made it clear she was noticing the same thing I was.

I turned to Susan. "I think that's Cindy. She was ten when I saw her last."

Susan's mouth fell open as she did the math. "I don't think so. She looks more . . . um, older than Jasmine."

"Come on." I raced towards the car as Uncle Jim called out to me. Susan arrived at my side after I received a bear hug from Uncle Jim, who was also amazed at what five years had done for me. "Wow, look at you, JJ, you're so tall."

I tried to introduce Susan, but my plump Aunt Mary Lou hugged and kissed me. I was thrilled that my head was now above her mammoth, face-smothering chest.

I hugged Cindy while the two boys scurried around us. Then, I looked her up and down to make sure it was Cindy and not Julie. I stopped at her chest. My brain checked out and let my mouth speak before I had censored what it was going to say. "What happened to you, where did you get those?"

Cindy and Susan whacked me simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, I meant, wow they grew. I mean you, you grew." I was truly amazed and not trying to be rude. My aunt and uncle were laughing because they knew what their kid looked like the last time I saw her.

My uncle said, “Don't worry son, she's still a tomboy."

My aunt said, "It's a good thing Julie isn't here, you'd really put your foot in your mouth.”

Her words made me realize Julie wasn't there, but I couldn't imagine I could embarrass myself anymore if she was. "Where is she?" I looked at Cindy one more time to make sure it was my cousin.

"She's at her boyfriend's house." Cindy sounded just like Cindy. I was surprised she didn't break into a verse of K, I, SS, ING, Julie is sitting in a tree . . . That would have proven without a doubt that the well-rounded girl in front of me was actually the stick figure I used to play hide and seek with. Julie being three years older than Cindy and two older than me made her the brunt of our childish antagonizing for years.

As we collected the stuff to carry inside, I was secretly hoping there was a current picture of Julie somewhere.

"So, is this your girlfriend?" Aunt Mary Lou and Uncle Jim both waited for an answer. Susan and Cindy seemed to already be exchanging notes, while I thought about how to answer.

I glanced at the house, at Susan, and said, "Uncle Jim, mom says she's my friend. If you know what I mean." My broad smile told them everything they needed to read between the lines.

Uncle Jim's jovial chuckle brought back many pleasant memories and confirmed he understood. I missed the days when they lived close, and we saw them all the time.

The two boys seemed right at home before we made it halfway across the lawn. Susan had scooped little Matt up and started carrying him. Mom and dad met us at the door. During the commotion at the door, Uncle Jim tried to pass Susan off as my missing cousin.

"Wait a second, I know this one. She's Joe's math student." Only my mom and I knew what she meant.

Uncle Jim, explained about Julie and her boyfriend while Susan and I shared knowing smirks.

Two hours later, I was still trying to find my old playmate under all of Cindy’s layers of superfine. If I had run into her on the street, I wasn’t sure I would have known it was Cindy unless I looked into her eyes.

"So, how long has Julie been dating this guy?" I wanted to know how she got away with not coming. My aunt and uncle would be here until Saturday morning.

Cindy’s flippant shrug indicated how interested she was in her sister's love life. "Guess about a year."

"Well, what is she doing until you get back?" Sadly, I was imagining a girl three years hotter than Cindy, having sex for two days at her boyfriend's house.

"Her boyfriend is very close with my grandmother's family. You remember my mother's mom?" Cindy looked at me like I should, but I really didn't. I knew I had met her, but I had met tons of people in my family that I didn't really remember.

"You do,” Cindy said. “Julie’s staying with her until we get back. How come you never come to see us anymore?" Cindy turned to Susan without waiting for an answer. "Joe used to spend two weeks with us every summer."

I sat there, wondering how two girls who had never met could be talking as if they were old friends. They were pretty much ignoring me, then they got up and went to the bathroom together.

The idea of going to the bathroom in pairs was weird, but my girlfriend in there with my cousin scared the shit out of me. Even with her new body, she was still innocent little Cindy to me. I knew there was nothing innocent about Susan, and they could be talking about anything.

When they finally came back, Cindy went into the kitchen to check on dinner and Susan sat at a distance that seemed suitable for friends. "I'm so glad I'm here," Susan said.

“Me too.” My girlfriend, pretending to be my friend, seemed to fit right in, and everybody liked her. I imagined being married to her. That was stupid at my age, but I couldn't help thinking about the future with all these family members around. I think it was my Aunt Joyce who had told me, "You shouldn't date unless you're shopping for a wife." I think I was ten when she told me that. Girls were still gross back then, so it didn't mean a thing to me. Now, it made a little more sense.

After dinner, everyone was either half asleep, asleep, or doing dishes. I always hated the fat and lazy feeling that came after the feast. That was for the old people. I was horny. All through dinner I had touched Susan under the table and looked across at Cindy's chest. I felt sorry for her because she had obviously outgrown her bra. Her breasts looked squished and were bulging out the top. I wasn't looking in a sexual way, but I had become fascinated by them. How had they gotten that big, and how big were they really if not packed in?

I glanced at the closed eyes and football zombies and saw my opportunity. I intercepted Susan as she walked toward the living room and dragged her into the guest room. The expected resistance was lame, and once the door was closed, Susan’s arms were around me.

Our kissing went straight to volcanic passion. Susan was as horny as me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and moved her lips up and down it like she was giving it a blow job. That drove me wild. I pulled up the back of her dress and grabbed her ass. Unlike Jasmine's, Susan’s was a tight package that completely fit in my hands. My fingers didn't sink into cushions of flesh.

I forcefully pulled her groin into mine. It amazed me how different I felt from one day to the next. I wanted to carefully please Jasmine yesterday, but today I wanted to pick Susan up and fuck her. But, I knew better. Getting caught making out was an acceptable risk, pounding Susan on the guest bed wasn’t.

Susan dropped to her knees. My brain said, no, wait, but the power of speech left me as my zipper went down. Fear and excitement made my knees weak. She extracted my cock and got her smoldering mouth over my head. Her tongue circled my little brain while I listened for someone coming. Unfortunately, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.

I felt her strong suction building as she moved up towards the top. Even though I should have expected it, the popping sound still startled me when my head came loose. I looked down into her overly excited eyes, wanting to make her stop. With her eyes locked on mine, she opened her mouth and inhaled my dick. I watched it slide in. Deeper and deeper it went, then my head hit her tight spot. A tiny gasp escaped from Susan as the knob pushed through the resistance and went down her throat. I moaned as her hand grasped my balls. Her nose touched my groin and stars flashed in my mind. I could see the water pooling in Susan’s upturned eyes while her throat gulped reflexively. I would have pulled back, but Susan was holding my balls to her chin. My cum started to boil.

The door opened. I jumped, dislodging a sloppy mess from Susan's mouth. Cindy’s face brought a second of relief from the horrible consequences I expected but embarrassment quickly inflamed my face.

Cindy’s expression was hard to read, but I assumed shock and embarrassment that matched mine. I stammered and looked down to Susan for help. Shit, my spit-covered cock was still bobbing in front of her face, and Susan’s dress wasn't covering her crotch. Cindy closed the door and said, "You idiot, haven't you heard of a lock." She reached for the doorknob and saw there wasn’t one. "Oh, well at least do it in the bathroom."

Susan stuffed her dress between her legs, but it did little to make her appear more ladylike on her knees with drool on her chest. Cindy’s staring eyes made me finally stuff my erection back in my pants. My cousin used the same words I had used out front when I first saw her, "What happened to you?" Cindy giggled. “Where did you get that?”

“Shh, Cindy, be quiet.”

"Last time I saw you pee on a tree that thing was only about this big." Cindy held up her fingers. I didn't remember her ever watching me pee on a tree, but I was sure as a kid I had peed on many.

"Hey, I'm sorry I barged in on you,” Cindy said. “I needed to take off this stupid bra. It's killing me.” Cindy and Susan held each other’s eyes for a few seconds. My cousin smirked. “If you wanna finish, I can stand outside the door and watch for you. That sounds weird, but you know what I mean."

Before I could respond, Cindy swished her hand, indicating that I should look away. She was already taking off her shirt. Susan rubbed the fading bulge in my pants. I turned my head slowly. Cindy’s shirt was over her face, and she was pulling an arm free. The sight of my cousin’s overstuffed bra made me forget that I wasn’t supposed to be watching. Cindy reached behind her back. I knew what came next, and it was definitely something I shouldn’t see. I also knew girls could magically pull a bra from an armhole, or Cindy could have done it in a different room. Didn’t that mean she wanted me to watch?

The clasp unhooked and what had been forced over the top rim all day plumped out at the bottom. Cindy shook the strap off her shoulders and caught them in the crooks of her arms. In my mind, her tits fell in slow motion, bounced, rolled outward, and came together again with a shudder. She straightened her arms so the bra slid into her hands. The fabulous breasts jiggled, and the huge, dark rings swelled. I didn’t even pretend I wasn’t staring, and Cindy didn’t cross her arms or shy away.

Susan cleared her throat and poked the dick that was suddenly stiff. I gave her a tiny shake of my head, rejecting her effort to set my cock free. Cindy was behind me enough that she wouldn’t see, but I didn’t want to be in the same room with my cousin while I was getting head. Cindy giggled and said, "Don't fight it, not many girls will do that."

As if my stick figure playmate growing a body to die for wasn’t bad enough, now she had seen my dick, shown me her tits, and was telling me things that implied she knew about blowjobs. "Would you keep an eye out for us?” Susan asked.

"Sure, but first I'd better put this on," Cindy said, waving the shirt.

Cindy’s enormous breasts were on full display while she pulled the shirt over her head, and eased her arms through their holes. I gawked as it came down and Cindy reached under and adjusted her chest. Now, the large nipples that had been flattened all day, were plump and proud, visible through the fabric.

"Does this look OK?" Cindy moved around to make her tits shake. "Is it too slutty?" What happened to my cute little cousin?

I said nothing, knowing I'd never give an objective opinion. Susan gave Cindy one of those girl’s only looks and said, "It looks fine, as long as it doesn't get cold."

"Thanks. I'll be out there, keeping an eye on things.” Cindy looked directly at me. “Joe, relax, I’ve done this plenty of times for Julie."

Great, I thought, now I’m thinking about my older cousin giving blowjobs while her little sister guards the door. Susan's mouth sent a wave of pleasure through me. I looked from the top of her head to my cousin. Cindy wasn't outside the door. A hard suck caused me to gulp for air. Cindy had to hear the slurping. Why wasn’t she leaving? It conflicted me because I needed her to keep us safe, but didn’t it turn me on having her here? I gestured with my chin, and Cindy eased back out of the room.

Susan's gag reflexes jerked my attention to the joy of having my dick jammed down her throat. Her fingers were handling my nut sack, rolling my balls. It wasn't pretty or quiet, but it felt wonderful. I grabbed Susan's head and jerked my hips the way Jeremy had yesterday. My balls jerked, sending the twenty-second warning sign. Susan's nose flattened against my body. Cindy slipped back into the room. I grunted and rose on my tiptoes. With a lewd grunt, I pumped sperm down Susan's throat. Cindy’s eyes were wide and her hand was over her mouth.

"Sorry, I, um, I just wanted you to know it sounds like someone could be coming soon,” Cindy said. “I'll stand here, holding the door, but you better hurry."

Once the blinding bliss associated with blowing a load down someone’s throat waned, what Cindy said registered. I self-consciously extracted my slimy cock from Susan's head. She sucked air with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I guess you didn't have to decide whether or not to swallow," Cindy said with an exasperated breath.

I hastily shoved my dripping cock in my pants and zipped up. Susan stood and worked on getting the I just fucked look out of her dress.

"Hey, I know this has been kind of weird, me being your cousin and all, but if you ever need me for anything else, I don't mind."

It was weird, especially how comfortable Cindy seemed about it, but wouldn’t knowing your sister is sucking a dick be worse? It was reasonable to think Julie might have started fooling around a few years ago. Did that mean Cindy had known about such things that long, I wondered? It didn't matter, I wasn't going to ask her to watch for me while I fucked Susan. If that’s what Cindy meant by, “need me for anything else.”

"Susan, how do you do that?” Cindy asked. “I mean, wow, it was practically in your stomach."

Susan looked proud, and I was uncomfortable about the way this conversation could go. My girlfriend explaining the fine art of cock-sucking to my cousin wasn’t right. Cindy and I were from conservative families. Although, Cindy had been knowingly helping Julie do naughty things. How much of it had she actually seen, or done herself?

The girls giggled and talked as they walked out of the room. I waited, checked the hallway for adults, and wondered if there had ever been a threat.

Susan and Cindy went into the bathroom together, again. I went to my room for some underwear that didn’t have blowjob residue in them, then cleaned up for either my aunt and uncle or my grandparents or whoever would be spending the night. I hated giving up my room. Why didn't they get a hotel? All the kids would have to endure the living room. That was fine when I was little, but not anymore. Waking up with morning wood was fine in privacy, but in a room full of people, not so much.

After I got my room straight, I joined the family for dessert, round two. It was impossible to look at Susan and not grin about the special dessert I had squirted in her right under everybody's nose. The thrill of knowing how bad we had been caused me to fight an erection. Susan and Cindy giggled together like they had a secret.

When it was close to the time for Susan to leave, she took me aside. "Joe, thank you for having me over. After what I told you last night, it was the last thing I ever expected. I can imagine how difficult it is for you to understand me and my family. I don't even really understand. Your family is great.”

"Hey, I'm going to love you and be your friend no matter what. I love your family, too." I hadn't really expected that to come out, but it was true. I felt very connected to them as a unit and individually.

We looked nervously at each other, wanting to kiss. I didn't want Susan to go home. "Come on, say goodbye to everyone, then I'll walk you home."

"It was so nice to meet you, sweetie. I'll be looking forward to your wedding one day." My grandmother's perfectly inappropriate words were followed by a pinch on Susan's cheek.

Uncle Jim passed gas exceptionally loudly as he pulled himself from the lounge chair. Then, as he always did, he looked around his feet and said, "Did you see that baby elephant?"

He came across the room and hugged Susan like she was his own daughter. "It was nice to meet you."

Everyone said goodbye like Susan didn't live just across the driveway. We head out the door, "I'll be right back."

"JJ, why does your uncle call you that?" Susan asked.

"Oh, well, when we all spent a lot of time together, everyone started calling me JJ and my dad Joe. My middle name is James, so JJ. James is my uncle's name, but we call him Jim." The short walk ended too soon as I stood facing Susan at her front door.

"Well, it was great. I hope y'all have a great time shopping tomorrow." I was hoping she was going to tell me she changed her mind and wasn't going.

"Maybe we'll run into your family someplace. Joe, are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Susan's hopeful tone fell on deaf ears.

"I'd rather be the ball at the next school football game. Besides, we’d never be able to act right, and your mother.” I shrugged. “She’ll be on to us." I wasn't interested in being dragged through a thousand stores with Susan's family or mine. But, more than that, if I was there with either family, and we ran into each other, my mother and Mrs. Davis might get together. The last thing I needed was my world with the Davis's colliding with my mother's planet.

"Good night. Call me when you get home. I'll be here by myself all day. I'll think about you." I was actually looking forward to a day alone to catch up on my thoughts from the past two days.

A few hours later, after a few holiday specials for my nephews and lots of evening leftovers, everyone was pretty worn down. All the adults talked about getting up early to head out for Black Friday specials. I thought it would have to be free to make it worth getting up early to fight traffic and hoards of people.

Aunt Mary Lou gave the boys strict instructions to listen to their sister and to stay in their sleeping bags. She and Uncle Jim headed off to my room, while I slumped in the corner of the couch.

I told Cindy she could have the sofa bed, and she looked thrilled to be on something that at least resembled a bed. What she didn't know was the sofa bed had a metal bar that dug into my hip every time I slept on it. The couch I was on swallowed a body like loose change, but it was better for me than the metal bar of death. She had more padding on her shapely hips, anyway.

Cindy's motherly ways as she lovingly got the boys comfortable in their sleeping bags impressed me. She built them what she called a safety wall out of the cushions off the other couch. Her caring ways made me wonder if it was instincts built into all girls? Cindy kissed both goodnight.

I was physically and mentally dead from the events of the past two days, so I was half unconscious before she finished. The TV was playing something to fall asleep to, which I did without taking time to get comfortable.

A commercial that played louder than whatever was on, snapped me out of a strange dream. It had something to do with Susan and Jesselyn being the same person. They could merge and split into two again. It was too bizarre to waste time figuring it out. Besides, I was in pain from falling asleep half sitting up.

The light from the TV flickered colors on Cindy. She was standing by the sofa bed. Her back was to me. She was wearing panties. I held my breath and squinted so it would appear I was still asleep. Maybe I was still dreaming? That would be better because there wouldn’t be consequences for staring at my cousin's ass. Cindy lifted her shirt and turned halfway. Even squinting the profile view of Cindy’s chest was wonderful. The television cast a sensual glow across the large orbs resting heavily on her body. Her nipples looked obscenely large in the shadows. I should close my eyes.

I might have done the right thing if Cindy had shown some modesty earlier. Instead, I watched her prepare for sleep in the privacy she thought she had. Ever since the first time in my attic, secretly watching people had become my guilty pleasure. It gave me a rush of excitement whenever I was seeing something in secret. My cousin’s thumbs slipped under the waistband at her belly, moved outward, circled her hips, and brought her panties lower. The shallow divide deepened as more of her ass crack appeared. My eyes were wide open. The excitement level rocketed beyond anything I’d felt while spying. The panties reached Cindy’s ankles, and she half bent and half squatted to retrieve them. The cheeks parted, flashing me a glimpse of my cousin’s pussy. I gulped.

Cindy turned, showing me a blue-green tint on her extremely bushy pubic mound. I imagined it was black hair like her head, but I couldn't tell for sure. I was sure it was a full thick mat of hair unlike any of the girls from next door. Or, maybe it only seemed like a lot of hair compared to Susan's mostly bald pussy? Why is Cindy stripping naked in the living room? She bent over and started digging in her travel bag. Her round ass stared right back at me. Her pussy lips filled the gap at the tops of her thighs. Cindy was plump and excessive down there the way her tits were. They were hanging, swaying, and bumping off each other.

Finally, Cindy pulled something from the bag and freed my eyes from their lustful bondage. She pulled a shirt over her head. It fell just past her hips. The under curves of her butt were still visible. I couldn't comprehend how the years had done that to Cindy’s skinny frame. She had grown so much in just the right places, and not at all in others. It was as if some mad sexually perverted cosmic force engineered my cousin’s body.

Cindy had put on everything she planned to wear and pulled back the covers. That's when I noticed one of her brothers had slipped onto her bed. She had to snuggle up next to him on the small mattress. When she pushed the button on the remote and darkened the room, I shifted to a more comfortable position and resisted the urge to rub my stiff dick.

In the morning, a ruckus from people that seemed like strangers in my living room woke me, but I pretended to be asleep. There was no need for me to participate in the startup phase of a shopping expedition. I lingered in a state of semi-consciousness until I knew they were ready to go, then I headed for the comfort of my room. I yelled goodbye and took off the clothing I had stupidly tried to get a good night's rest in. With just my underwear on, I dove into my bed.

Later, I didn't know what time it was, and I would have slept longer, but I had to pee. Groggy from my food hangover and night on the couch, I headed for the bathroom.

"Good morning sleepy head."

I'm sure the totally unexpected voice would have scared the shit out of me if I had been more awake. As it was, it only woke me a little more. "Cindy, what the hell are you doing here?" My eyes had snapped open to my cousin standing at the end of the hall. Her long bed shirt reminded me of my late-night voyeurism.

"Jeez, that's some greeting. I thought you were happy—Ooh, is that a banana in your shorts."

My cloudy brain slowly processed some of Cindy’s words. "Oh, I um, I'm sorry, you startled me. I thought I was home alone. Why didn't you go shopping?" The fog cleared, and I didn't wait for her answers. Damn it, the bulge in my partly opened boxer shorts was obvious. How inappropriate and embarrassing, which was getting to be my motto.

After I finished in the bathroom, I put on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt and went looking for my lively morning guest. I found Cindy standing in the kitchen in front of the toaster. "Can we start over? Good morning, Cindy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass or scare you.”

“It’s not your fault,” I lied. “So, why didn’t you go?”

“I woke up and felt like I wanted to be here with you more than shopping. It's been so long." Cindy's upbeat words were like bells in my head. I needed more time to wake up before I'd be able to fully engage her.

When Cindy turned to grab her toast, I glanced at her ass and was glad to see underwear. "Did you sleep okay on the death bed, I mean sofa bed?"

Cindy gave me the evil eye. "Oh yeah, it was great with that metal bar in my back, and Jimmy kicking and punching me."

I tried not to smile so much that it gave away my foreknowledge of the bed’s sinister ways, or that she had to share it with her brother. "Sorry, I can't help with your brother, but if you want you can have the couch tonight. I'll take the floor and the boys can have the bed."

We ate toast together and talked about everything we could think of. It was noon before I finally suggested we do something else. Cindy blurted out something that took my breath away. When it came back, I stared with my mouth open. There was only one way Cindy could know about the attic—Susan—but why would my girlfriend have told my cousin about that? Better yet, why would Cindy want to go up there? I forced my mouth to shut. Maybe I misunderstood Cindy’s words or their meaning? Cindy couldn't mean to spy on my naked neighbors.

"Joe, Susan told me I should ask you to take me up there. She said that's where the two of you met, but she wouldn't explain. She said I'd have to see it for myself."

Fuck me, this wasn’t good. I couldn't take Cindy up there to see the wall stained with my many orgasms, or explain what Susan meant about us meeting up there. Had this been Cindy's motivation to stay home? "Cindy, I'm not sure you want to go up there. It's hot, and it's hard to get up there."

"Susan said you would try and get out of it, but she said I should bug you until you do it. She promised it would be worth the trouble."

Cindy's words came with a look I couldn't read for sure, but I’d bet if I had enough time with her, I'd know that look to be the same one Susan gives when she knows more than she's saying. Leaving them alone yesterday had proved to be a bigger mistake than I imagined. Play it cool, I told myself. Susan wouldn't have told Cindy I busted a nut on her ass while we watched her sister get fucked by their dog. I would come up with some excuse before we even got up there. "Okay, but you're gonna be disappointed."

After Cindy went to the bathroom, and I cleaned up our mess, she reappeared ready for what she seemed to think was going to be an adventure. I glanced at her nightshirt and tipped my head. “You might wanna change.”

"Nah. Let's go. I need to see how this attic amounts to Susan and your lustful adventures."

My cousin's words and that look, again, meant she was indeed in possession of more information than she was telling. Cindy could ask questions I wouldn't want to answer, or even know how to answer. She totally had the upper hand.

When I placed my foot on the chair I had retrieved, I instantly wished I had left my boxers on under my shorts. I had hastily rushed to look more decent for my cousin, and now she might see my cock hanging when I reached for the attic door. I turned sideways, jumped up, and pushed the ceiling board into the attic. Why don't we have one of those pull-down stairs like everyone else?

"Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ll have to grab on and pull yourself up. I'll help, but I’d hate to see you fall. I'm getting out of the way, for sure."

Cindy joined me on the chair. “Just tell me where to grab on.”

There wasn’t enough space for both of us and Cindy’s tits. It was casual, unavoidable contact, but my voyeuristic behavior, the vivid imaginations I ran with, and the current state of my cock magnified even that.

As I prepared to help Cindy into the attic, I thought how easily I had shoved my lightweight neighbor up to the edge with my hand on her tiny ass. That was before all of Susan’s new and improved curves, yet it was still a thrill to touch her. The thought gave me a flash of excitement considering my designed purpose for helping Susan into my sweltering attic. It had been a plan set on fire by the same evil that fueled Jasmine's sinister plots. I inadvertently smiled in my cousin's face as I traveled down memory lane. Cindy returned a warm smile as if mine had been for her.

"Put your foot in my hands." I cupped my hands in haste when her smile increased the discomfort created by our closeness. This could be done without handling that glorious ass I had seen last night.

When Cindy's barefoot pressed into my hands, she giggled at the touch and started to rise. Suddenly her breasts were in my face. They were warm, soft, and smelled of the girl I remembered from years ago. I lifted quickly, pushing her chest past my head. The moment of relief ended as Cindy’s belly pressed into my face. I lifted as hard as I could.

"Ouch, take it easy, my tits are caught."

I pictured Cindy crashing down on me. We’d hit the floor together and that’s where our parents would find us in a pile. We’d be unconscious, gravely injured, or dead. I looked up and that imagination was replaced by a reality that was more terrifying. I was staring straight up at my cousin's crotch.

Cindy managed to hoist her melons into the attic, yet she was still mostly hanging out. She worked her free leg, trying to get a knee to the edge. The girl's plump pussy swallowed the center of her panties, and the great gorge between her thick ass cheeks enveloped the rest of the material. Turn away, turn away. My thoughts were ignored as my eyes watched the struggling girl unknowingly make indecent propositions. Her body demanded to be admired and my helpless human state obeyed.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Cindy was clearly frustrated but seemed unaware of the reason for my lack of effort. I shoved one last time, and she got her free foot inside to help her the rest of the way.

I paused a minute and scolded myself. At least I wasn’t hard. Maybe there was hope for my eternal end? I jumped and hoisted myself into the attic in one motion. Cindy was already at the far end, looking around, but not out through the vent panel.

"That sure was easy for you. If you had these,” Cindy motioned to her chest, “you would have had a harder time, too."

If I had those, I thought, I’d never stop playing with them. There were scuff marks on the front of Cindy's shirt where she had tried to guillotine her tits. "Why are you down there?" I didn't care if she looked outside, but I didn't want her to see the cum stains.

"Susan told me this was your special spot."

Cindy knew more than I wanted her to, but how much? I decided a perverted peeping tom wasn’t bad compared to dozens of cum shots littering the wall. "I don't know why Susan said anything about this or didn’t just tell you everything. That would have saved you the struggle of getting up here. She put me in an embarrassing position."

"More embarrassing than yesterday? I hope not." Cindy’s cute smile mocked me.

"Let me see, how do I tell you about this? Well, better yet, just look." I held Cindy’s shoulders, turned her toward the best space to look through, and bent the slat open. Hopefully, she would put it all together, and I wouldn’t have to explain anything.

"Oh, wow. I don't know how this has anything to do with you and Susan, but I can see your neighbor's backyard." Cindy got in a better position with her eyes glued to the opening.

"Hey, Susan said she was jealous of how pretty her sister was, but from here it’s hard to tell. Give me those binoculars I saw."

"What?” I stammered. “They're not home." A sense of doom descended on me as I got the spy glasses.

"Give me. I don't think Susan has anything to worry about. Her sister looks just like her. I mean she looks older but not prettier." Cindy peered through the binoculars, as I got next to her to see what she saw.

I was about to explain to Cindy that she was looking at Susan's cousin, not her sister, but things went from awkward to disastrous. "Oh my,” Cindy said. “She’s taking off her clothes."

Cindy's words made me smile even though she sounded shocked. I wanted to take the spy glasses from her and watch every second of the gorgeous young lady's striptease, but that wouldn’t help my case. If I knew anybody was home, I would have tried harder to keep Cindy away. Now, I had to figure out if it was better for Cindy to think Jasmine was a nudist or Jesselyn. If I lie about who that was, it could come back to haunt me later. How should I explain this, I wondered?

Cindy turned and hit me. Did that mean she put the pieces together and knew I was a voyeur? "Joe, stop staring at your girlfriend's sister like that. Have you been spying on these people? Explain because my brain is going all over the place."

I imagined telling Cindy I brought Susan up here to spy on Jasmine and used what we saw to blackmail Jasmine into having sex with me. My cousin’s face was flushed because of one naked girl. If I mentioned a dog fucking Susan’s sister—I'm going to kill Susan for putting me in this situation.

Cindy looked out again. "I've been skinny dipping but never in water you could see through like that. She's pretty. Who's the man?"

A nervous chill gave me goosebumps. Jesselyn swam as Mr. Davis walked toward the pool. I sighed with relief when I saw he had shorts on. My only hope was that he didn't drop them and show my cousin his arm-sized dick. "Cindy, you got to understand something, I was up here one day for mom. I didn’t plan it, but I happened to see Susan. One thing led to another, and I brought her up here. We spied on her sister and kissed for the first time while we were up here. That's all there is to it. Let’s go down. It’s hot."

"Do they, um, do they all get naked outside? Was Susan nude when you saw her? Who is that man?" Cindy's fidgeting seemed to indicate something was going on between her legs.

I glanced out before making up another lie. Jesselyn was coming out of the pool right in front of Mr. Davis. She stood inches from him with water streaming down her firm body. Her reddish pubic hair glistened and her nipples stretched as if reaching for Mr. Davis. I was scared and aroused for several reasons. If they started doing something I would get rock hard, or worse. Plus, I'd have to figure out some way to explain even more than I already had to.

My prancing cousin reminded me of Susan, standing right there, doing the same thing. I had secretly taken my cock out of my shorts while watching Susan watch Jasmine get fucked by a dog. Cum had suddenly rocketed from my cock and splashed on Susan's back and half exposed ass. I pictured it running down her skin and the wonderful look of surprise on her excited face.

"What?" Cindy snapped me back from my erotic daydream when she heard the sigh I had accidentally released.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about the time Susan was up here." I stopped, knowing that there was nothing I could say that was going to be right. Susan was going to be devastated if her dad did anything with her cousin. Cindy couldn't know who that man was or most of anything else about this whole dark hiding spot in my life.

Cindy took a deep breath and a wider stance. I looked to see what she saw that was more important than my answer. Jesselyn's arms were around Mr. Davis's neck. Her leg was raised to his hip and hooked behind his back. His right arm supported her thigh. His other hand was on her lower back, pulling her into his body. Their lips met.

My heart sank for Susan's hopes of a normal life with a normal father, and my own hopes for my eternal end were crushed by the rising level of excitement.