I slipped into the backyard. Feet squelching in wet grass. Sun dipping low. Heart hammered from the walk. Rosine’s naked fall. Yolande’s brutal command. That kiss. I glanced up. First-floor window glowed faint orange. There she was. Yolande. Magnificently nude. Wet hair plastered to shoulders. Full tits heaving. Nipples stiff peaks. She smiled down. Wicked. Inviting? No words. Just that grin. Curtains parted just enough. Room shadows danced. I froze. Should back away. Grandparents inside. Chatter from kitchen. But my cock twitched. Hard already. I crept closer. Hid behind old oak barrel. Peered up. Door creaked open inside. Rosine stumbled in. Wearing Yolande’s clothes. Damp skirt clinging. She stripped fast. Furious. Mud-streaked thighs. Bush dark and matted with grass. Tits perky. Ass round. Yolande pulled her close. Lips crashed. Tongues sloppy.
Muffled gasps leaked out. Window glass fogged slight. Yolande’s hand slid down. Grabbed Rosine’s muddy ass. Squeezed. Fingers dug in. Rosine whimpered. Low. ‘Shh,’ Yolande hissed. Bed frame groaned. Soft creak. Springs protesting. They tumbled onto sheets. Bodies slick with rain and dirt. Yolande on top. Pinned her cousin. Mouth latched on tit. Sucked hard. Rosine arched. Bit lip. No scream. Just throaty purr. Hand between legs. Rubbing wet slit. Fingers plunged in. Squish. Mud mixed with juice. Drip. Rosine bucked. Hips grinding. ‘Fuck, yes,’ whisper barely audible. Yolande laughed soft. Dirty. Spread Rosine’s thighs wide. Dove down. Tongue flicked clit. Lapped greedy. Rosine clawed sheets. Toes curled. Parquet floorboards cracked under shifting weight. Light slanted through blinds. Streaks on glass. My breath caught. Cock throbbed in pants. Stroked slow. Careful. Grandparents’ voices drifted. ‘Dinner soon!’ Risk burned sweet. One yell. All exposed. Neighborhood? No. Family house. Worse. Incestuous sin. Right above kitchen.
The Contact
Rosine flipped Yolande. Straddled face. Ground pussy down. Yolande tongued deep. Muffled slurp. Fingers in ass now. Rosine rode hard. Tits bounced. Sweat gleamed. Climax built. Whimpers rose. ‘Gonna… fuck…’ Yolande bucked up. They scissored. Cunts grinding. Wet smack. Clits mashed. Moans synced. Bed rattled louder. Thump. I jerked faster. Balls tight. Shot load in pants. Sticky shame. They shuddered. Peak. Kissed sloppy. Cum-smeared. Collapsed. Giggled hushed.
I backed off. Legs jelly. Heart thundered. Slunk around house. Front door loomed. Footsteps inside. Grandma’s voice. ‘There you are!’ Crossed threshold. Smiled fake. ‘Just garden.’ Pulse roared in ears. Secret locked tight. Dinner smells hit. Acted normal. But replayed every squish. Every creak. Night fell. They joined later. Innocent faces. I knew. Forbidden fire burned on.