All characters are over the age of 21-years-old.
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Wendy, as much of an exhibitionist as she is a gardener, flashed her cousin, Anthony, her panties and her naked breasts he helped her to garden.
Something that she had always done and loved doing, Wendy loved flashing her panties and her naked breasts to unsuspecting men, especially to her cousin. While making her flashing appear unintentional and/or accidental, she deliberately flashed her horny cousin, Anthony, her panties in up-sundress peeks and her naked breasts in down-sundress views. With him sexually attracted to his big cousin, he was always staring at her and masturbating over all that he saw of her later.
With her innocence and beauty protecting her from being thought of as a whore, no one would think of her as a whore. Putting her up on a pedestal, she was too pretty to be a whore thought most men. She was too sexy to be a slut assumed most men. Instead of being criticized for her love of sex, with few knowing what she sexually does behind closed, bedroom doors, she needed to be idolized for her beauty and her sexuality while wrapping men around her little finger.
Besides, unless they're high priced call girls, whores are ugly. From standing on a street corner while hugging a lamppost while dressed like ho bags, they look dirty. Many of them have missing teeth and/or no education. With them wearing too much makeup and their hair looking like a rats' next, they look like druggies, prostitutes, and strippers.
Wendy didn't look like any of those women. Educated, refined, and funny, she was well read and quite educated. Unless she was hanging around a bar in Vegas all night, no one would her a whore. She looked too put together to judge her as anything less than a lady. Yet, her link to ruin, exhibitionism was her one weakness. She loved flashing herself to unsuspecting men. She loved showing her panties, her bra, her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy.
Certainly, she wasn't a whore for flashing her panties. Whether deliberately or accidentally, a lot of women flash their panties. They think that flashing their panties is sexy. Just because Wendy enjoyed men seeing her panty clad pussy or her panty clad ass doesn't make her a whore.
She wasn't a whore for flashing her naked breasts. Whether deliberately or accidentally, a lot of women flash their naked breasts. They think flashing their naked breasts is sexy. Just because Wendy enjoyed men seeing her naked breasts doesn't make her a whore.
Whether showing a flash of their panties in an up-skirt peek or their bra and cleavage in a down-blouse view, women are flashing machines. Women are always flashing some part of their sexy and shapely body. Whether short, sheer, low-cut, and with a slit here, and a cut-out there, the clothes they wear are made expressly for flashing. The clothes they wear are made so that men will notice them, talk to them, and date them before marrying them.
All in good fun, Wendy was just having a good time while experimenting with sex. If anything, it's the men who are voyeuristic perverts for looking. If men didn't feel the need to look, women wouldn't feel the need to flash. Voyeurism and exhibitionism take two to play.
Easy to do with most men so gullible, she loved it when she made herself appear to be the morally modest and innocent victim. When deliberately flashing herself to unsuspecting men and now to her horny, young cousin, she loved it when they looked and stared at all that they were seeing and all that she was showing. While pretending that she was unaware that she was exposed, she loved it when naive men thought that they were at the right place and the right time to catch her flashing them her sexy and shapely body.
'My personal motto,' thought Wendy while glad that she was born a sexy and shapely, good-looking woman. 'Once a whore, always a whore. Once an exhibitionist, always an exhibitionist. May the two forever be combined as one.'
Having fun with sex by enjoying her favorite rite of passage, flashing, while she was still young and sexually desirable, Wendy combined her two, favorite hobbies, gardening and flashing, in one. Acting that she was unaware that she was exposing herself, gardening was the perfect way for her to flash up-sundress peeks of her panties and down-sundress views of her cleavage and her naked breasts. Too busy gardening to notice, she pretended that she was unaware that she was flashing while squatting, bending, stooping, and stretching.
Fortunately, for her, even though Anthony wasn't much of a gardener, she knew that her horny cousin was sexually attracted to her. Difficult for her not to notice, he always had a bulging erection whenever he was around her. Besides, why wouldn't he be sexually attracted to her even if she was his cousin, especially if she was his cousin? As much as mothers and sons, cousins have as much incestuous sex as brothers and sisters and aunts and nephews.
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Adding to her sexual appear, Wendy was tall, sexy, and shapely. Taking after her mother, she had blue-black hair and bright blue eyes with fair skin. Even more than how beautiful she looked, she was, indeed, the best kind of whore. Feigning her modesty while acting like a refined lady, she was a secret whore, a closet whore.
Her sexual slave without them even having had sex, it was no secret that her cousin would do anything for her. All she needed to do was to flash him an up-skirt peek of her panties clad or a view of her naked breasts. She used him to do her bidding and run her errands while helping her around the backyard. All she needed to do was to flash him a down-blouse view of her naked breasts.
Wendy was well aware of his lustful, sexual desire to have incestuous sex with her. She knew, no doubt, that she was the porn star of his sexual fantasies and his erotic dreams. Judging him by his continual staring and his constant erection, she knew that he routinely masturbated over her. Easy to get them going, young, dumb, and full of cum, men his age were always staring at women, sexually lusting over women, and masturbating.
Moreover, like many women, who'd wear short dresses with low-cut tops, she was an exhibitionist. She loved showing men, especially her horny cousin, all that she shouldn't show and all that he should never see of her. Moreover, like most men who loved seeing up-skirt flashes of panties and down-blouse views of naked breasts, Anthony was a voyeur. He loved seeing all that he shouldn't see of women, and especially seeing whatever he could see of his sexy, shapely, and seemingly, clueless cousin.
Yet, instead him thinking that he was taking sexual advantage of her by staring at all that he could see of her, she took sexual advantage of him by flashing all that she wanted him to see. She showed him as much of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body that she wanted him to see and that he yearned to see. Her game to play, and she played it so well, was keeping him sexually interested enough for him to do whatever she asked of him.
"Anthony, I need you to run these errands. Do me a favor and before you pick up these things at the grocery story, I need you to go to the hardware store, the bank, and the Post Office for me," she said giving him a long list.
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With her cousin thinking that she was morally modest and naively innocent, if only he knew that she was deliberately exposing herself to him, he'd be as shocked as he'd be sexually excited. If only he knew that she willingly showed him all that he wanted to see to get him to do all that she wanted him to do, she wondered what he'd say. If only he knew that his cousin Wendy was a whore, she wondered what he'd think.
More importantly, she wondered what he'd sexually do if he knew that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. If he knew that she was a whore and was deliberately flashing him, would he reach out and touch her? Would he reach out and feel her? Would he push her back on her lawn, part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her?
While making out with her, would he touch and feel her everywhere that a blood related, first cousin should never kiss, touch, and feel his blood related, first cousin? Would he dare to strip her naked and force his erect cock in her mouth? Would he force her to blow him, cum in her mouth, and give her a cum bath? If he knew she was a whore who had deliberately, immodestly, and immorally, sexually teased him by flashing him, would he force his prick in her pussy and fuck her?
'Oh, my God, Anthony,' Wendy imagined saying. 'How dare you touch me and feel me everywhere while kissing me, French kissing me? I feel so used and abused. How dare you strip me naked? I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe you're seeing my naked ass, my naked pussy, and my naked tits,' she imagined saying while feigning her embarrassment. 'How dare you stick your prick in my mouth and force me to blow you? How dare you cum in my mouth and all over my face? How dare you fuck me?'
If only he would, with the onus of blame off of her and on him, even while sexually obliging him, she'd still maintain her innocence. With her not deemed a whore, never deemed a whore, or even suspected of being a whore, she'd be the victim of his wanton desire. She'd be the focus of his mad, uncontrollable, sexual desire and lust with him forcing her to have forbidden sex with him.
'If only he'd kiss me while touching me and feeling me everywhere, I'd let him,' she thought. 'If only he'd strip me naked, I'd love him to see my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy. If only he'd force me to blow him, I'd suck his cock. I'd allow him to cum in my mouth,' she thought. 'I'd even allow him to give me a cum bath and cum all over my face and across my naked breasts. If only he'd fuck me, I'd fuck him, too. I'd return his hard and fast humps with my hard and fast humps.'
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Not the first time flashing him all that he shouldn't see of her, with her backyard secluded and private, she flashed him whenever he mowed her lawn. Knowing that he was coming over to mow her lawn, she'd lay out back topless or in her tiny bikini while pretending that she forgot that he was coming over to mow her lawn. Knowing full well that he was there watching her and was sexually lusting over her, she'd continue sexually teasing him. Then, when she pretended to finally notice him, she'd ask him to rub suntan lotion on her nearly naked body.
"Anthony, I don't want to get burned. Put some lotion on my back and on the back of my legs," she said while spreading her shapely legs.
She'd move her bikini bottoms over her ass crack to expose more of her naked ass cheeks. Lying on her stomach while topless and with her hanging breasts in full view, she'd rest up on her elbows while reading a book. She knew that, if he was looking, and he was always looking, that he'd see her naked breasts.
He rubbed lotion on her back and on her legs. Paying specially attention to the part between her legs, he came dangerously close to touching her bikini bottom, clad pussy with his fingertips. Then, his finally reward, with him lathering her back with sunscreen, he'd move his horny fingers across her back and down the side of her. Giving him an even bigger and harder erection, yet, seemingly sexually satisfied just to stare, he came close to groping her naked breasts.
