ICU2
by Holly Rennick
Copyright© 2022 by Holly Rennick
Incest Story: Blended family
Caution: This Incest Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Cousins Masturbation .
When Grandpa died, Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Todd got the house, and we got some money. Moving back to his boyhood home must have seemed strange for Uncle Todd, but once he got the kitchen remodeled, he was happy. My cousin Arianna got what had once been Mom’s room, upstairs.
We’d visit them on holidays, the place big enough, Mom and Dad got the downstairs guest room, and me, Uncle Todd’s old room upstairs next to Adrianna’s.
The two of us got along pretty well, both liking sports: me, football, though I usually didn’t get in until the fourth quarter if the score wasn’t close; her, volleyball, since she was tall. We’d jog in the morning and I could see her nipples, her knowing, I was rather sure. Sometimes we’d get where I could somewhat feel her up, as long as it seemed not on purpose.
The two upstairs rooms were alike: a dormer window and a closet made by splitting the wall between. It was Mom who said to stick my suitcase in the far back so she wouldn’t trip over it when hanging up my clothes.
It was in putting my suitcase there when I noticed the tab of tape peeling from the wall. Had it not curled, I’d never have seen the hole behind it, behind which was a stud space, and on the far side, light through a nail hole through I could see into Arianna’s room.
I had to wait till she was occupied downstairs to check if the hole on her side was visible within the plaster, and no, it wasn’t. I’d shut my closet door to keep light from shining through behind me when I lifted the tape.
My goal, of course, was to watch her undress, but as it turned out, she tended to do that out of my line of sight, the best I could do being to see her when she walked near her bed in her underwear, and even that, not that often and not for long. I weighed enlarging the hole, but dropped it because a larger nail hole might have drawn her attention.
But at last, there she was one evening, perched on her bed, unhooking her bra, but facing the wrong way. She moved out of view, and when she returned, she was in her pajamas. Her bare back was progress, however.
The following night she turned enough to reveal the side of a breast. Progress, most definitely.
Next bedtime was the charm. Once she’d gotten her bra off, up she stood and made a quick pirouette looking for something, and I was out of my closet and onto my bed as fast as I could so I didn’t come before I got there.
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