“Fine, hand me one of Ben’s old shirts though?” Maddie asked, gesturing to a suitcase on a nearby table.
Opening the suitcase, you look in and see an assortment of neatly folded clothing, several moderately nice dress shirts sitting on top. Figuring that all of Ben’s clothing would be used up as toilet paper by the end of the week, you shrug and take one of the nicer shirts, a sort of creamy off-white in color, and had it to your cousin, who, still grinning, takes it and wipes right in front of you and everyone.
“Ooh, silk! Mmm, that feels nice…”
You feel Mira taking your arm again, but you can’t help but stare at Maddie’s ass, perched sideways on the rail right in front of you. Ben was such an idiot… maybe you were too. You’d had the perfect chance to…
…fuck, I really need to stop thinking like this.
It doesn’t take long for Madelyn to finish, dropping the now brown stained shirt daintily over the rail and into the dumpster below as your vorish relative clap and cheer around you. Stepping down from her perch, grinning broadly, Madelyn gives a half bow and straightens her robe.
“Let’s take some photos!” Taryn said, taking out her phone with one hand and standing beside Madelyn, who smiled as Taryn lifted the phone to take a selfie with her older and newly single cousin. “Ooh, we should get one with Ben in the background too! Come lean against the rail Maddie.”
“Alright,” Maddie answers, arching her back over the rail with Taryn, taking another selfie the phone aimed down to capture the contents of the dumpster behind and below them. “Max! You too!”
“What? Why me?”
“Come on Max, if you won’t wipe my bum you can at least be a good sport for the photos~. You come get in too, Mira!”
“Hmmm, ok…” Mira shrugs, pulling you forward with her as Taryn hops down from the rail.
“Here, you sit here Maxie…” Taryn mumbles, sitting you next to Madelyn on the rail with just a few inches between you “And you sit here Mira and hug Maxie from behind…”
“Like this?” Mira asks, hopping up beside you on the rail and wrapping both arms around your chest from behind, head resting on your shoulder. As she does, you’re reminded again of last night, and you fight to keep a straight face as you feel your Mira’s modest bust pressed into your back.
“Yep! Just like that!” Taryn grins, winking at you, “And I’ll be on Maddie’s other side…”
And as Taryn climbs onto the rail and lifts her phone high overhead, she continues “…and lean…” as you carefully lean backward, gripping the rail with both hands, having no desire to fall off the rail into your cousin’s pile. “Everyone face the middle, Maxie, Mira, you both look sideways towards Maddie, and up at the camera…”
As you turn, you get your first good look into the dumpster below. Sitting atop a layer of garbage bags and random trash, your cousin’s bowel movement sprawled across the middle of the dumpster, slimy lumps and coils of shit, dotted with broken bones, still steaming in the cool morning air. It was a potent reminder to you of what each of your female cousins, save Amanda, was capable of. Capable and eager, you think, seeing Madelyn’s beaming smile as she posed in front of her ex’s remains.
Your own smile is forced, but Taryn doesn’t comment, snapping several photos in quick succession before saying “and funny faces!” as you all scrunched up your faces for another round of photos. “Sad faces!...angry faces!...embarrassed faces!...vore faces!” and at this you just look toward Taryn in confusion, turning your head from the camera just as Madelyn’s unhinged jaw stretches wide and fills your vision in its descent toward you.
Screaming in sudden terror, you raise your arms before you in a futile attempt to fend off your cousin as you feel saliva coating the side of your face.
