April smiled, "Yes, she is, by a lot. Please don't tell her."
It was happening, again. My hand, out there, pinky curled, the girl, the girl whose v****a I just got through m**********g to, hooking it with hers.
"Our secret."
I went back inside, resisted the urge to masturbate watching April clean the pool, stayed dressed, and got to work.
So many, many questions. Does Mom know Kyle and I watched April and her brother? Does she know that the girl and her brother f**k? She must, who else would buy that telescope? That is, if she, not Dad bought it. Does Dad know? How did those panties, that I, without conscious thought had pressed against my face, smelling, and now tasting another woman for the first time, get into this house, and are they April's?
There was no time for introspection. I
