Offline/She lets me touch her
"I don't think you know what y-"
"Like what!?" she repeats.
"She... well, she let's me touch her."
"Duh! Why wouldn't she? She's your girlfriend!"
"It's... maybe not what you're thi-"
"Go on! You can touch me too, boyfriend!"
You can't help but grin. "You sure?"
"Yeah! Of course I'm sure!"
"Okay. Only if you want me to..."
You softly place your hand on Beth's chest and rub your hand in a large circle. Although there's only one thing in mind that you really want to try touching, it's probably best you warm her up to that. But of course, overly excited, you quickly skirt your way down her torso and plant your digits over Beth's panties, awkwardly and nervously dragging your fingers across the front of the thin girlish cotton garment and dipping down to grope her through the gusset.
"Ohhh... like a BAD touch."
Your heart jumps into your throat. Did kissing your dick not count as a "bad" touch? You guess it must only apply to her body. But you don't want her framing this like that.
It takes a second for you to compose yourself, but you keep slowly dragging your fingers up and down between her legs. "Uh, yeah. I mean, no. It's just that boyfriends and girlfriends let each other do that sorta thing... but it's not bad. Like it doesn't feel bad."
Beth brings her hand to her mouth, stifling a laugh. "It... it feels funny! Your girlfriend is weird too!"
Your nerves may have gotten the better of you. You're barely putting any pressure behind your illicit contact. You press more firmly against the front of Beth's panties, massaging her miniature mound through her lone article of clothing, honing in on the top edge of her slit.
"Is that better?"
Beth's hand falls away to reveal another big smile. She thinks about it, really considers it as your fingers keep working her prepubescent pussy, then nods her head. The two of you share a moment then, her realizing what you're doing and you stupefied that you're doing it at all, both of you gradually embracing it as you dig your fingertips into the fabric of her panties, rubbing up and down your little cousin's small squishy slit. With such a detailed picture of her young supple underside burned into your mind from that hike yesterday you can easily imagine exactly what part of her you're touching just by feel alone, in addition to precisely how it might look for you to press into her sensitive flesh this way and that.
"Heyyyy... Brayden circle jerks himself in bed, doesn't he?" declares Beth, this epiphany suddenly hitting her.
"Yeah. I think all guys do... when they don't have a girlfriend I mean."
"Huh..."
Beth continues to let you knead her tiny pussy mound in silence. Her thighs have parted more and more as you both get used to this, giving you full access to her narrow pelvis. You're not brave enough to go under your cousin's panties yet, but you're plenty thrilled as it is to be rubbing any girl squarely over her pussy. Just feeling the curve of her mound is amazing.
"When's it over?" she asks. You hope she's just asking in a general sense, but she's sounding nervous, maybe impatient too, but hopefully not uncomfortable.
"Over? You mean when I'm with my girlfriend?"
"Mhmm."
"Well it's over when... when I cum."
"What's that?"
Ah shit. How do you explain that without grossing her out? Though technically she's already seen you do it. "Uh, that's, uh... you know when Brayden drooled on me?"
"Yeah."
"Well... it was that. That was me."
"It was you?" She thinks for a bit, either confused or distracted while your fingers focus on her clit. "You mean the drool came from you? It came from your..."
"Yeah."
"Weeeeird..." She recoils a little, but that's followed by another heavy sigh. Your brain is split between convincing her to do more and enjoying this for what it is, still steadily rubbing her squishy little cotton covered pussy, when inspiration hits you. It's so wrong, but it's got to be the one thing that would work.
"Yeah, you still haven't done that yet. Brayden beat you to it."
You can sense the scowl growing from her eyes without even looking at her. "Beat me? We did the same stuff. He didn't beat me at anything."
"Yeah, sure, sure... But he did."
"How?"
"You were both kissing my penis for a long time, but I finished with him. That's when it was over, when he got me to cum. That's what girlfriends are supposed to do."
You let her stew over that for some time while you work her mound. You use your ring and index finger to squish the outside of her vulva together then press your middle finger along her slit, finger palming her pussy and elevating your contact with her juicy lips, inducing another sigh and a twitch in her legs while she has a long think.
"I wanna do that part."
"Which part?"
"Jay! You know! That thing you're talking about! When it's over. But not the kissing part again."
"Just... when I cum? Are you sure? This isn't just because Brayden did it, is it?"
"Nooo. I just want to! So hurry up! Let's do the cum thing!"
You knew it. Bring her brother into the equation and she's suddenly game. Even better than that, she doesn't want to mess around, just wants to jump straight to being Jackson Pollocked.
Before she can change her mind, you spring into action. You shift her body down your sleeping bag before you scramble up onto your knees and straddle her chest. Wearing a mild scowl, she cracks open her mouth but you direct her further. Placing your hand on her cheek you stick your thumb past her lips and behind her bottom teeth and pull on her jaw while telling her to keep her head back. That gets her open alright. You tell her how perfect she looks like that, way better than Brayden, and her flash of a smile brings you to inch forward. Her gob opened wide, you rest the tip of your cock on her chin and start beating furiously while she waits for you to "be done".
You are more than ready to bust as it is, but it still takes a bit of work to push yourself over the edge. The flashlight is still on, pointed at the wall after Beth set it down, and provides enough ambient light to see the delightful expression on your pretty little cousin's face, excitedly awaiting your load so she can match or best her brother. As you huff and pant you lean forward and plant your non-jerking hand on her head, sinking your digits into her hair. That sensation, her silky locks filling the space between your fingers, is what sets you off.
As you begin to cum you slip your cock forward to dip inside of her mouth, but your timing isn't perfect. You don't get all the way into her mouth before you let loose and your first and most powerful rope of cum slams into her upper lip and partially careens up onto her face. Spattering along the side of her nose and over her eye, she winces but doesn't move, holding still as you posture up and tilt your dick the rest of the way downward.
You've been playing with yourself for an hour now and you've never wanted to shoot so much cum in all your life. The underside of your ridge resting on her lower lip, your glans spasms frenetically as you dump shot after shot of your hot seed into your 3rd grade cousin's expectant mouth, splashing against her tongue and her palate again and again in rapid succession.
You groan and moan, not even stroking, both of you holding perfectly still as the best single orgasm you've ever had narrows your vision and drowns Beth's tonsils in spunk. It's only when your load wanes a few weighty ropes of white later that you start to pump your shaft to keep yourself going, shifting your hips forward to point yourself straight down into her mouth. Squeezing all the muscles you can muster, you're determined to wring every last drop of semen out of your junk and into her willing unprotected maw.
Quickly nearing exhaustion after so many seconds of rabid intensity, your strained effort takes its toll. Your frantic jerking bounces your cock between Beth's lips, your shaft dragging down one corner of her mouth one second then drifting back to collide with her tongue and ricocheting away like a pinball machine. Your balls press against her tiny chin when you drift too far forward, your cockhead scraping down the length of her palate and dipping into the pool of spunk in the back of her mouth. Your hand clenches to a fist in her hair, tugging on her scalp. You've been cumming this entire time. Paltry squirts of thin spunk may be all you have left in you at this point, but you're giving her everything.
You thought you came a ton this afternoon, but you manage to best yourself this evening thanks to your stubborn will and Beth's jealousy. But you're so totally spent. Feeling woozy, you wipe your cock off on her chin and swing your leg back, all but collapsing beside her, your head at her feet.
No longer trapped by your body, her girlfriend task a success, Beth shoots upright with her chin pinned to her chest. Her mouth still open wide, your semen pours out over her lip and cascades down her body, sending a river of cum and saliva rushing down the center of her torso, soon filling her belly button and running over the front of her panties.
You watch it all happen but can't react right away. Besides, it's kinda hot seeing all of your spunk making its way down her body, but you figure if she'd rather make a mess of herself than swallow then that's her problem. Of course you never even told her swallowing was an option, not that you imagine it would be an appealing one. But all she saw of this was her brother letting your orgasm drool from his mouth in a similar fashion, so it's even possible that she's just trying to copy what she saw.
When Beth starts to spit down into her lap - and onto your sleeping bag - is when you finally stir from your stupor. You try to tell her that she shouldn't do that, that she's making a mess, that the best girlfriends swallow, but now's not the time for it. She gives you such a look of repugnance that you don't bother chastising her any further. You once again grab the closest article of clothing you can reach - this time Beth's nightie - and try to help sop up the messy trail running the length of her petite figure.
She's more than a little offended that you'd grab that particular item to clean her with, so she leans over you and retrieves your shorts in kind, rubbing them between her legs to try to blot the cum from her panties. Beth isn't especially successful at this, not only because your shorts aren't especially absorbent (while her nightie surprisingly is) but because the spunk has already seeped its way into her cotton undergarment.
Once you've got her most of the way good, she slips out of her undies altogether then digs in her bag for a fresh pair before remembering that she threw her panties all around the cabin trying to be funny earlier. Watching your 8-year-old naked cousin stand with some of your cum still streaked across her cheek, a grin creeping back onto her face, sends your softening shaft growing again.
"Guess what?" she says wryly. "I did wanna do it cuz Brayden did it! So I tricked you! Ha!"
"Oh... yeah. You sure tricked me alright... you wanna... trick me again?"
"I bet I could!" she states proudly, stepping into new panties, clearly missing what you're insinuating.
"Yeah. Me too..." you reply, giving yourself a shiver as you grip and stroke your post-climax cock.
"I'm really good at tricking people! Just like with the prickles!"
It takes you a second, but you put a couple pieces together. "What? You mean you didn't fall on a thistle?"
"Yeah, I did, but then I wanted to make Brayden feel bad for it. And then I tricked both of you!"
Damn. You were tricked into spreading a girl's butt apart and staring at the underside of her pussy for several minutes. What an awful fate. "Oh, wow. That was some trick, that's for sure."
"I know! I'm pretty much the best." She could say that again. Beth lays down on her sleeping bag, giving a funny look when she sees you beating your meat again. But she starts to get comfy and makes a comment about how she's going to brag that she's your girlfriend tomorrow.
"You are? Then hey! What are you doing over there? Get over here girlfriend!"
You scoop your arm around her and pull her close to you, your forearm nestled along her side. Beth tries to protest at first but then giggles when you give her an unexpected smooch while you have her so close to you, your member dipping between her thighs.
Tasting your spunk on her lips sends images of you dumping your load onto her tonsils flashing through your mind. You take a deep whiff of the cum on her face at the same time, all of which makes your cock want another round even more. But you know you can't keep going. Beth is tapped. She's well past her bedtime and getting noticeably cranky. Your buzz from the beer has worn off as well and draining your balls so completely has only made you more sleepy, so you try not to acknowledge the thoughts reactivating your dick.
You get comfy as well by slipping your arm out from under you, resting your head on your bicep and allowing you to play with her hair and run your fingertips through her heairline. Beth snuggles closer to you as you dance your fingers along her temple. She returns your embrace by draping her arms over and under the one of yours holding her close, despite the heat already trapped between you and in the room. You don't mind as it's pretty awesome to be sharing so much of someone else's personal space, and for her to welcome it.
Yeah. This closeness is enough now, both of you ignoring your proud cock as it twitches against her slender thigh, and you reach past her to flick off the flashlight, giving your bedtime-girlfriend one more impassioned kiss goodnight before resting your head.
"Justice... Justice...!"
You awaken groggily. Who is calling your name? It's coming from the forest, but not that far either. But... crap, you're still naked! And where has Beth gone?
"Justice...?"
Okay. That's Beth. She's calling for you. You're wide awake now, that bit of panicked adrenaline that was dumped into your bloodstream way better than caffeine. You nearly step into your shorts before remembering that they're stained with cum, so you snatch a pair of boxers instead and head out to find Beth.
"Justice! Help!"
"What is it? What's wrong?" She's just standing in her panties a ways out on the trail back to camp. You close the distance struggling to figure out what's wrong. What's she doing there with her legs cros-... Oh.
"I need to use the bathroom!"
"Well sure. Hurry up then," you agree, gesturing vaguely through the bush. She immediately and frantically shakes her head.
"Nuh-uh! I can't! I want to use the outhouse now! Please! Help!"
She can't what? Can't walk? She is pinching her cheeks pretty hard, but she's gotta be able to waddle. Hell, what's wrong with the bush anyway? Especially if it's an emergency. Is she "pranking" you again? This sure feels ridiculous, that's for sure, and one helluva way to get woken up. Although, even if it's a prank, she is still asking you for help.