Stacy

I turn to find my cousin Anastacia standing there, on the other side of the low garden wall, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

Before I can berate her for not coming to my aid, she tells me, her green eyes dancing, "I can't believe what you just did out here!"

I want to tell my contemporary that it wasn't my idea, that the bugger blackmailed me into it. But she continues to gush.

"I did try to come to your rescue as soon as I could, but by the time I came back downstairs and unlocked the backyard entrance, you were already..involved with the cop!" I watch her glance to the spot in the alley where I blew the patrolman, as if she were momentarily reliving what she had just seen. She then continues.

"It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen!" she further enthuses. "My pretty cousin, naked and glistening in cum, on her knees in a back alley blowing a cop as he sits in his patrol car!"

My dear cousin did take the time to throw on an oversized pink tee shirt before she left the bedroom. I watch her tuck a hand under the sleep shirt with the kitty kat appliqued across her expansive chest.

"I hid in the bushes by the far end of the wall and came twice on my hand just watching you go at it!" She brings her hand up from between her legs and practically shoves it in my face. "Look! I'm dripping wet!"

I look. Her fingers and palm glisten in the sparse late evening light with what can only be pussyjuice.

"Okay! Okay! I get the idea!" I say, grabbing her wrist before she smacks me in the face with her waving hand.

"No. No, I don't think you do, dear cousin!" the redhead growls hoarsely.

"I want you to.."