Chapter 43

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.