A climb to the bedroom window

I can see my cousin Anastacia is trying desperately to think of a way into the cottage she has locked us both out of. I watch as her big green eyes peer above me. Her eyelids are still swollen from the tears spilled when I berated her for putting us in this precarious situation.

I wonder what she could be thinking, and turn to look at what has caught her eye. All I see is a dim light shining from the open window of what was her bedroom. My laptop must still be powered up.

I watch as my cousin steps off the back porch's cold slab, her doughy boobs bouncing as she steps onto the grass below her window.

"Stacy? Where are you.." I start to question as she walks away from me. I don't want to be left alone here, naked in the backyard of what was Aunt Sophie's stone cottage.

She turns to face me as I step toward her, her hand reaching over to grip a white wooden slat.

"When I was younger, and wasn't allowed out of the house, I would sneak in and out of my bedroom window and climb the trellis attached to the outside of the cottage."

I look to my naked cousin, then glance at what I can see of the cottage wall. The back porch's lamp illuminates the rough hewn stone and greying white mortar that makes up the house's exterior. Nearly hidden by the climbing roses and ivy is a latticework of aging white wood that does indeed reach to just under the bedroom window. I look back at my well-meaning cousin incredulously.

"Exactly how old were you when you did this? Ten?" I ask, hoarsely whispering. My voice sounded so loud in the relative quiet of the summer eve. I didn't want Uncle Ken or any neighbours to hear us. "Stacy! It's overgrown with Auntie's roses and such. I've been here all summer and I hadn't even noticed there was a trellis beneath!" I try and tell her, be the voice of reason.

None of what I said seemed to have any effect on my red-tressed relative.

"It's only been a couple of years since!" she insists, tugging on the weathered wooden lattice for emphasis.

I step back, afraid the ancient thing will pull away from the wall and fall on us both.

"See? It's sound!" she half-boasts, shaking the wooden frame. A few loose leaves swirl down, making eerie shadows in the porchlight. I'm still not sure if she's trying to convince me, or herself. I see her glance up to the top. "I mean, I know it's kinda overgrown.." she says, looking back at me, now not sounding nearly as full of herself. "But.. what choice do we have?"

I reluctantly have to agree.

"Okay. You first!" I say, presenting an outstretched arm toward the wall's flowering trellis.

Anastacia responds with a game smile, and slowly steps through the flowerbed's mulch to find a place for her first handholds.

I look to my cousin's feet as the muck squishes between her toes. Making our climb even more difficult is the fact that our footwear was forfeited along with our clothes in the new home office of our Uncle Ken.

I study my pretty, naked cousin as she makes her way up the trellis, managing to find places for her hands and feet amidst the twisting vines and thorned branches that cover the garden wall. I watch as her pleasingly plump arse passes above my head. I can see her wet gash split open between her legs as her climbing proceeds. What a sight we two naked birds would be if anyone was around to see us.

Stacy's feet now are above my head. I decide it really is safe to climb and start to follow beneath her.

Just as I hoist myself off the ground and onto the wooden slats, I hear my cousin curse above me.

"Stacy, what's wrong?" I ask, looking up. I see her flailing her right hand in the air.

"I've been pricked!" she gasps, before she brings the wounded digit to her mouth and sucks on it.

Glad to hear it's nothing serious, I turn my attention back to my own precarious climb. "Not like it's the first time," I mutter under my breath as I try my best to avoid the thorns of her mum's rose bushes.

"I heard that!" she calls from above. I don't attempt to hold back a giggle, just happy to have found a little levity in our dire circumstance.

We continue on, Stacy nearly at the window ledge, when the porchlight goes out, plunging us into near darkness. The motion detector's sensor has timed out.

"Bloody 'ell! That's just what we need!" curses Stacy, fighting her way towards her former bedroom's window ledge.

I silently agree as I look for my next handhold, the vegetation's leaves blocking what little light there is. I forge ahead.

"Uh, Lu, that's my knee!" Stacy remarks when I inadvertently grasp the juncture of her own limb.

"Sorry, Stace!" I respond, quickly pulling my hand away from her leg and finding a wooden slat nearby. As I work my way up the impromptu ladder, almost as far as my cousin, I feel the branches continue to poke and scratch at me. I could be a sorry sight tomorrow.

I can now see the silhouette of my naked cousin against the soft glow coming from my room. She seems to be struggling to reach the sill.

"Could you give me a boost, Lu?" she asks.

I try to hold onto the trellis with one hand and push her round ass up with the other. I seem to misjudge, and slide my hand across her upper thigh and into the pooch of her pussylips.

I feel her warm wetness at the same time I hear her release a deep sigh. I can't help but twist my fingers around in her moist depths.

"There's a bed inside..." I hear Stacy moan.

Feeling suitably naughty, I pull myself up another step and pull my hand from Stacy's pussy and palm the original target, her smooth round asscheek.

"Here goes, Stace!" I warn her, just before I use all my remaining strength to help boost her up and into the open window. After watching her legs flail as she lands on the carpeted floor, I step up again, ready to hoist myself inside. It is then that I notice a quick flickering of blue lights against the house. I look to the source, only to be greeted by the spotlight of the local constabulary, shining on me from the nearby alley.