The perv arrives to help, and you're happy to let him

Your arms flail wildly, your body tips forward, Sue sliding along with it. Desperately you try to fling yourself on to the grass while grabbing for Sue. Your hands find soft hand-holds as you arrest her forward momentum and you collapse downward, you butt and upper-body on the grass, your feet on the pavement and your knees bent.

Sue thumps down on top of you. It takes you a moment to realize you haven't cracked your skull open, and you pop your head up to see if you might've cracked open Sue's.

Your nose smacks into a reddened pussy and you freeze, inhaling your sister's musky scent. A moment later you realize your hands are squeezing her breasts and her face is in your crotch.

"Well well, this is awkward," a voice says, and you freeze, like not moving will make you invisible. "I'm pretty sure this is illegal in most states."

Not the perv. Please not the perv....

Footsteps approach and an older face, wearing a distinct leer, looks down at you. Or rather, look down at Sue's crotch. Dammit, it's the perv.

"Uh, it's... It's not what it looks like," you try, like that one's ever worked for anyone.

"Uh-huh. If you say so."

"No really, I was, uh, rescuing her. I mean..."

"Oh relax, son, I saw it all."

He did? "You did?"

"Sure. There was an awful ruckus outside, and I consider it my duty to keep an eye on the neighborhood, make sure it's safe for the ladies, y'know."

Right, you think. Hence the ever-present camera always pointed at the nearest breast.

"I noticed her partying with those boys a couple houses down... well, your next-door-neighbors. No-good that bunch, but they seemed to be having a swinging good time until one of the boys hurt himself. Saw your sister passed out, left alone for any old pervert to ****."

"Oh, uh, good thing I came along."

"Yeah," the perv said, a distinctly sour note in his voice. A thought enters your head. It's distinctly evil, but then you've been having evil thoughts all day, and somehow you can't quite think of your sister as your sister anymore. Especially not with her fragrant pussy in your face, leaking. Oh gross!

"Uh, hey, could you pick up Sue for me?" you ask.

"Sure, be pleased to help," the neighbor says. You make sure to let go of her breasts in case he wants them, and when her weight begins to lift you roll over, giving yourself deniability in case he's molesting her.

"Y'know, I forgot to get her purse back there."

"Oh. You want me to look?" he offers reluctantly, and you hide a smile, keeping your face in your arms as if you're too exhausted to lift your head. You manage to peek a little, though, and sure enough he's holding her in his arms, one hand curled into her crotch and the other clutching a breast. No doubt he'd shift his grip if you turned toward him, but you don't really want to interrupt his playtime.

"Nah, I'll go look. If she had it. I think I saw something. Hey, would you mind carrying her upstairs to her room for me while I look?"

"Sure, no problem. Door locked?"

"Oh, right. Back door's open," you say, reluctantly heaving yourself up, but still careful to not look towards him or your sister.

"I'll go look for her stuff. I mean, she's gotta have clothes out here somewhere, right?"

"Right, and I think she had a purse, too..." the man adds.

Liar, you think, he's just trying to get as much time as possible with Sue. Well, you'll gladly give it to him.

"Right. Might be a few minutes if it's not in plain sight," you say, and trying not to interrupt his glad-hands time you sidle off slowly towards your neighbor's yard, acting sore and exhausted. The exhausted part's not too hard, since you're no muscle-man and carrying her was hard work, but you've a lot more energy than you let on.

"Take your time, I'll take real good care of her," the man assures, rushing toward the back of the house and away from prying eyes.

Not being entirely sure if you did leave anything in the yard you decide to check. Besides, he might check, and you want him to feel secure in his time alone with Sue. A grin crosses your face. Somehow it's just as much fun being able to control Sue's fate when out of her body as it is when you're in it. Well okay, not really, but it's something you'd never contemplated before and you're sure you'd never have set your sister up like this before the body switch.

When you reach the backyard you don't see any sign of the man, and marvel at his speed. the only thing of interest in the backyard that you see is your sister's cellphone, which you pick up and pocket.

That's when you realize you don't have the camera anymore. Did it fall onto the lawn? Is it still there or did the perv pick it up? You're torn between rushing to get it and staying in the yard pretending to look. You haven't seen the curtains upstairs budge yet, and if you were the perv you'd probably look out to be sure the brother of the girl you're molesting isn't coming back right away.