When I freed her mouth, Jenny let out a little yip as her orgasm peaked. The girl froze. I couldn’t see her as well in the shadows, but I was almost certain she was looking right at us. My cock throbbed and I came hard into my sweet, sexy cousin. The girl’s eyes must have widened, because I saw the whites and now, I could tell were making eye contact. Having an audience was a hot new thrill and I came hard. I glanced down at Jenny’s sleek back and perfect ass as I finished cumming, and when I looked back at the street, the girl was gone. I heard a buzz and a slamming door as she entered the building.
As my erotic rapture ended, reality hit me like a bus. There was no longer any doubt that the girl had seen us. What if she didn’t find it hot or amusing, but took offense? She might be the type to complain or even call the cops.
“Someone saw us,” I whispered to Jenny. She was still shaky after our energetic activities, so she staggered a bit as I dragged her inside.
“What? Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah. She was right below us, coming in the front entrance. She was looking right at us.”
“What did she look like?”
“Black girl,” I said. “Young, in her twenties, maybe. Someone dropped her off.”
“Fat or skinny?”
“Skinny. Kind of cute.”
Jenny laughed and looked relieved.
“That’s Chelsea,” she said. “We don’t need to worry about her.”
“No?”
“No. She’s kind of the building slut. She doesn’t spread gossip, she creates it.”
“Oh…cool. Can you introduce me sometime?” Jenny chuckled, but then yawned and stretched.
“Come on, stud,” she said. “Let’s get some sleep.”
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The sun was well into its day when I woke again. It felt like late morning or early afternoon.
I was alone in bed. Jenny’s absence shouldn’t have concerned me, but it did. In my mind, I pictured her sitting alone in the living room or taking a lonely walk, distracted or even in tears as she thought about what we’d done and dreading the consequences. I wondered if I should go to her and comfort her or give her some alone time to process everything.
Then I smelled the bacon.
She was wearing my t-shirt and cooking up a storm, or rather had just finished. My timing was perfect. Coffee, orange juice and toast were already on the table, along with bacon, of course, and a huge bowl of eggs.
“Good morning!” she said with that gorgeous smile that just stole my heart every time. “I hope you don’t mind scrambled.”
“I love scrambled,” I said. “Wow, that’s a lot of protein.”
“You need it after last night,” she smirked.
We didn’t say much as we powered through the food, but it was a comfortable silence. At first, I was surprised at her appetite, but I remembered she hadn’t eaten much at dinner.
I sat back, stuffed and satisfied and sipping coffee. She reached across the table and took my hand.
“I think we need to talk about some things,” she said.
“Yeah. That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Ladies first?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“First off,” she said, “we can’t tell anyone about this. Especially family. This is our secret; it goes to the grave with us.”
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