What was I thinking? We were cousins. At that point I didn't care. I was so into my task, I didn't realize he opened the door. I looked over to see my...cousin watching me play with my neatly trimmed pussy. "Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna shut the door? You know you wanna look."I motioned for him to sit in the chair right across from the bed as I scooted to the edge so he could get a better view. I opened my legs as wide as I could for him. The shut them. I did it over and over. D’s house.We were very god dancers and were rehearsing for the upcoming annual celebrations. M.D came and watched us for some time then sent this message to us.I was not desperate for this job. My parents were quite rich landlords but I never did striptease and the idea excited me. But Sneha needed this job badly. I fooled myself that I agreed for this to help Sneha.“Let us go and dance” I said calmly.“Are you crazy? They will rape us” she said shivering.“Look, we can’t complain. We have no. I know many of you may say, ‘Well, that’s not nice, that’s just the decent thing to do,’ but trust me, most females at my school were not so decent and M’s conduct truly set her apart. M and I had kissed on the dance floor already and I certainly wanted to take her back to my apartment, but I wasn’t sure if her devotion to her friend would stand in the way of us going back to hook up. (I had parted ways from my friends at the party a while ago claiming I was going to make a play for the curvy. She was going to do pre-med in Portland, then off to somewhere back east for doctor school. The Chicken Shack was to make some money for college. And she saved everything. She was an honest and busy little worker. Always smiles and happy to see everyone. A never ending fountain of energy, that one. I noticed something off about her after the Fourth of July. There was that little one tent circus that came to town. Didn’t even know those things even existed anymore. They were all foreigners that.