Guilty as Cousin 5 (Patreon)

After Peter got home but before the festivities began, Mary Jane and Kristy went into the bathroom together for a last-minute make-up session. They wanted this play to look as good as it felt.

“Try this bubble-gum pink blush. It’ll look great on you,” Mary Jane suggested.

“Oh, yeah! Here, I’ve got some real nice pink lipgloss—you should wear it too.”

Kristy blushed her cheek with the pretty pink, layering it onto her young, fresh face. Then she put on a thick pink gloss that made her lips look as juicy as Mary Jane’s. She didn’t feel upset when MJ put it on too and made her lips look as pouty as a goddess. It wouldn’t been just wrong if they did this and her cousin didn’t look as nice as Felicia had…

They came out of the bathroom into a spacious living room of plush leather couches, a large glass coffee table, and posh antique furnishings. The combination of Peter’s photography and Mary Jane’s modeling paid well.

Peter was already fine-tuning his camera to the light streaming through the expansive windows. He had heard that Mary Jane wanted to shoot another session with him, though not all of what she wanted. MJ rarely got a chance to surprise her husband the way he did her. She would take full advantage of this opportunity.

“You look spectacular, ladies,” he said, loading the first roll into his camera and closing it up. “Why don’t you just stand there for now? No need to overthink this.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Mary Jane said, leading Kristy to the center of the room with her arm suggestively around the other woman’s waist, hand on her little powderpuff of a hip. “We’d probably like what you’re thinking, wouldn’t we, cous?”

Peter started snapping pictures of them with a wordless grin. There wasn’t much cause for his expertise—a chimp with a Polaroid could make those two look good. They were adorable, sensual, and the way they smiled for the camera was a sex act in and of itself.

“Bet you’d like us to raise our skirts and show you our panties, wouldn’t you?” Mary Jane teased.

Peter blushed, but kept a ready grin. He could see from one look at Kristy that she wasn’t intimidated by Mary Jane’s flirtatiousness—and those two had always been on the same wavelength.

“I wouldn’t say no,” he replied quickly.

“Then don’t say no,” Mary Jane said, lifting her pleated black skirt, showing off her tight red panties.

Her ginger sex made the gusset of her panties try to hold it in. Then she spun around so that Peter could get as good a look at her ass as he had at her crotch.

“Now it’s your turn, cous,” Mary Jane said.

Kristy lifted her skirt. Underneath, her panties were tight and white and thin. Her red hair shaded the groin of them so that it looked like Mary Jane’s panties were all over.

“I think he’d like to see more than that,” Mary Jane said.

“Oh yeah?” Kristy retorted. Then she focused on Peter: “Do you want to see more, Peter?”

“I think I would.”

Kristy lowered her panties with her thumbs, keeping them around her thighs so that Peter could take pictures of her pussy, thick with red down.

“Don’t forget about me,” Mary Jane said, lowering her hand into her red panties, making the crotch bulge so much that it almost split. “Seeing her with her panties down makes me hot. Would you like some pictures of me hot?”

“Yes. Yes, I would,” Peter said numbly, taking pictures of Mary Jane doing what she was doing.

He didn’t know what they had in mind and wasn’t in much state to figure it out. He didn’t know if he liked the way they were looking at him—like he was something to be devoured.

Kristy came up to him. With each step, her lowered panties ran lower and lower on her legs, until she’d stepped out of them and only her skirt was left.

“I like you, Peter,” she said. “I think my cousin’s very lucky to have you.”

Her soft hand touched his chest. Then it ran down his body. Until she grabbed hold of his cock, made immense by the show the two women had put on. Her fingers felt cool and soft through his slacks, and his prick felt like it was on fire.

“Think I’ll get lucky too?” Kristy asked, moving her hand gently up and down.

Mary Jane watched her cousin casually jacking off her husband, who barely looked to her for permission before focusing on the woman giving him a handjob. MJ understood. Peter wouldn’t be much of a man if he said no to a barely legal redhead.

And either Kristy had gotten one very good look at Felicia’s techniques or she was learning some things that Mary Jane wasn’t teaching her. Mary Jane decided she should do more to encourage Peter and Kristy’s relations.

What Kristy needed, it would be better for her to get here at home than with some creep. After all, how many guys were out there who could give Kristy what Peter could?

Mary Jane reached out and started squeezing Peter’s balls, adding to the stroking Kristy was giving him. His face contorted with lust. He could’ve been in pain, except for how he groaned.

Mary Jane felt how full and heavy his sack was. There were tremors going through it, emanating from Peter’s shaft, and MJ wondered how much throbbing there was for Kristy to feel.