Note: This story contains incest or scenes of incest content.
Part Four: The Bull with the Broken Heart
Bubba's point Of View
"Good lord, look at that," the young man with the dark complexion whispered.
"You can see her pussy," the other man seated next to the first said, loud enough to be heard. "And her asshole," he snickered.
I had the camera on my phone pan over them. They couldn't sense that I was there, recording. They were on a bench, inside the mall, facing towards the lingerie store. I stood behind them and I watched them watch her.
She was bent at the waist, distracted; sorting out her recent lingerie purchases in the bag, seemingly unaware that her skin tight, pale-colored, yoga leggings covered nothing under the harsh lights. Every dimple, every fold, every feminine protrusion and cleft exposed by a distinct lack of underwear was revealed. I zeroed in the view on my phone to get a close up. The two guys in front of me provided a suitable running commentary.
"Fuck she's fine," he was louder than before.
"She's got those plump lips," he laughed.
I was so hard I realized any passerby might decide to look at me instead of her, which is not what I wanted. I had dreamed of scenarios like this for years, often I had even dreamed of this particular girl actually being involved in them. I was still shocked I could even admit that fact to myself. So much had changed.
Least of which was her. When she finally agreed to try this, I had all but given up hope she would consent. It was better that way however, because I had a plan B I did not ever want to use. A trigger phrase that could reduce her to a hypnotic state of extreme suggestibility. Couple that with the fact that I knew she would do it if hypnotized meant that, somewhere in her sub conscious, she wanted to be shown off like the trophy she was.
Kacy was strong, sometimes fierce even, beautiful, and equally a flirt and, if I am being honest, a pervert herself. I recalled her reaction to when she saw my sister fall out of her bikini. 'Oh yes,' I said to myself, 'Kacy's a perv, just like me. And now she's showing off for me.'
The guys on the bench got louder, they even began to whistle and catcall to the point a female associate from the store walked out, looked over, shook her head in disgust and walked back in. 'Women know the deal, even if they don't usually admit it,' I told myself.
It was true, I got this idea on an exhibitionism forum from a guy whose wife loved doing exactly this, he even included photos as proof. He posted her just as I would post Kacy, if I ever got the chance. With her consent, of course, but exhibitionism always requires an exhibit. The more aesthetically pleasing the better, but there were two other facets to this fetish that interested me.
Zoomed in, I could see that her flower was beginning to dew and glisten. Just knowing that she was being viewed with sexual interest was enough to turn me on, and conversely, knowing that she was showing her body was making her wet. I sincerely wondered what this would have meant tens of thousands of years ago when humans didn't wear clothes, but was too busy trying to not ejaculate in my pants to give it much thought. 'Carnality conquers civilization,' was the last thought I had before she straightened and turned.
Her face was red with embarrassment, the other facet I craved had arrived, and I cheesed my boxers. I forgot to scan the camera across her broad camel toe up her white sweater. Instead I jerked the display to her braless titties, the outline of her red areolas fully visible along with her tiny nipples poking out. They had stiffened through the fabric via her own arousal, which was rare for her, but boded well for me.
I smiled as she smoothed her sweater out, which caused her breasts to show even more clearly. They were perfectly symmetrical, with both her nipples/areolas visibly identical. Her C Cups were pert and perky with just a hint of sag to denote that they were indeed natural and fabulous. It aroused further to think that someone paid god money to have fake breasts that still couldn't compare to Kacy's awesome rack.
While I watched her, I looked down past her toned abdomen to where her prominent camel toe was on display and noticed a tiny splotch darkened at the V juncture of her yoga pants. She stood like that long enough to ensure I recorded the scene before she tilted her head down and flicked her hair to hide her face, I could still see her bottom lip tremble.
"Goddamn!" I couldn't tell which one shouted; but did see one rocked backwards as if slapped while the other stood up.
'Touch her... please, I dare you' I thought with such excitement I snorted loud enough for both guys to hear me. They turned and, upon seeing me, settled down to a sufficient degree for Kacy to wiggle past them safely. And wiggle she did, which caused their hungry eyes to track her back around to me, something both of them noticed.
"You sure you're with him sweety?"
"Damn, you are one lucky dude."
Kacy paid them no heed and I simply nodded and turned to walk along with her. Without saying a word, she handed me one of her bags. I took it and opened my mouth to ask why but she turned and smiled before she whispered, "hide your hard-on hon."
I chuckled and moved the bag to cover her crotch. "Hide your gusher, dear." She turned an even brighter shade of red. Some in the crowds we walked through seemed to notice, their heads whipped around to catch a glimpse of the blonde beauty walking exposed in nearly transparent garments through the stores.
With that experiment completed, I asked her, "so, enjoy yourself?"
She tugged on my shoulder, I stooped down and felt a thrill as her lips grazed my ear. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever done. If we don't fuck soon I'm picking some random person from the mall." She then gave my ear a playful little bite and grabbed my upper arm and pressed herself in to me, and despite my glee, I couldn't help but think of Bobbi doing the same that day, weeks ago, at the pool.
I didn't let that thought dampen my mood. As she rubbed herself against me, I slipped my arm out of her grasp and wrapped it around her and then slid it down until my hand cupped her ass. She stumbled, as she was still used to me being much more reserved in public. She had changed but then, so had I. As I felt her heat I asked, "did you hear those guys talking?"
"Of course, I heard those dickheads," she was never coy with me. Then she did something out of character for her, she started to say more then stopped herself. "Lets not wreck the mood," was all she would share on that.
