Chapter 41

“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.