Chapter Three: Moonlit Shack
After telling my aunt, uncle, and mother good night, I made every move to avoid Hannah so that I could re-compose myself before anything went any further. I went to my room and locked the door. I could hear the TV on in the living room, so I knew where she was.
I thought to myself, "You sick-o! Your cousin was sucking your dick! Now you're definitely a hick. Oh, but who's going to know? We're just two virgins helping each other out. It's just a learning thing, nothing serious." My mind was back and forth for what seemed an eternity as I sat and thought on my bed.
About an hour later, still sitting on my bed thinking, I heard quiet little tap on the door. I answered it. It was Hannah, and she was holding an unlit propane lantern. Before I could say anything, she put her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, then motioned for me to follow her. The question that I had pondered for the previous hour had been answered, as I obediently followed her through the dark hallway.
Thinking we were going back out to the pier, I made a right turn at the end of the dark hallway for the back door. Just as I was about to stumble into the entertainment center that I couldn't see in the darkness, Hannah grabbed my left hand and pulled me towards the opposite direction. It was dark, and now I didn't know which way we were going. I eventually saw Hannah open a door, the front door. We weren't going to the pier.
As we cleared the house and ran towards the street, I asked her, "Where are we going?" She didn't answer me, but instead pointed in front of us. It was an old, wooden and metal shack that someone once used as a storage room. As we arrived at the rusted out door, she fired the lantern. We went through the door after opening it as quietly as possible, and then shut it. She weaved me through a maze of old farm equipment and tables to an empty corner, hidden in the darkness except from the light of our lantern.
As she sat the lantern on a nearby table and turned it higher, I asked, "So why did we come here instead of the pier?" "Because we'll be heard out there", she responded, "I tired masturbating out there once and my mom came out complaining that she heard something weird. I got away only because I hard her coming and put my pants back on before she got over the hill. My alibi was that I was stargazing." "Good one", I said with a smirk. She nodded then added, "So when I discovered that this barn was no longer used, I came out here and screamed my ass off coming, and not a single person heard me."
My boner had returned when she told me this information. As I wandered around aimlessly, she began laying out an old blanket on the floor. Then, igniting the fire in her eyes again, she lunged at my shoulders with her hands as if to pin me in place, then said, "Now where were we?" Of course, I didn't have to answer that as she pushed me backwards to the table behind me. When the back of my legs hit the table, she pulled my shorts and boxers off, my cock lunging forward at her face. I took a seat on the table and to work she went.
