Chapter 39

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.