Chapter 40

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.