The house was getting painted just fine, but having sex with my cousin Wendy was a bonus I had not expected. What started with a sore shoulder ended up being the experience of a lifetime. For the rest of that week, we made time almost every afternoon to explore each other's bodies. In the cool darkness of her bedroom, or the sunny privacy of the backyard, we sucked and fucked each other energetically and then got back to work before my aunt came home.
As the days rolled into July, it got even hotter, and we only painted outdoors in the morning. One day, we finished a section of siding that was fully in the sun, and we had no choice but to push through and finish the wall to keep it from drying unevenly. We worked as fast as we could, but it was blazing hot. I was wearing gym shorts and sneakers. Wendy had on tight nylon running shorts and a purple tank top that hugged her breasts. There was a dark shadow of sweat along her cleavage, and both of us we glad to make it inside for a water break when we were done.
Sunscreen stung my eyes as we sat in the cool kitchen, chugging water and having a snack.
Wendy was in the same boat, and she broke the silence by saying, "I feel disgusting...let's go take a shower. I like fooling around in the shower."
Her delivery, as always, was both blunt and provocative, and I found it immensely arousing to have a woman talk about sex in such a way. It was a far cry from the awkward courtships of the high school world I had been living in for the past four years. With the girls from the Catholic school nearby, we played a constant guessing game of "who likes who?" Even worse, our mentality was geared toward "who can get what?" instead of "what would feel good?" or something more mature. That was all in the past, though, and Wendy's way of approaching the world of sex was an eye-opener.
Our clothes hit the tiled floor as soon as we got into the bathroom. Her room had a small shower stall, but her mom had upgraded to a much larger one a few years back, and we both knew the extra room would come in handy! Our bodies bumped each other in a familiar way as we took care of the business of getting cleaner for a few minutes. I clearly remember they only had Pert shampoo in the house, and Dial soap. Those two scents still make me horny thinking of that summer. After getting clean, I grabbed a washcloth and began stroking her back, rubbing firmly and traveling all the way down over her smoothly muscled thighs, kneeling to get her calves and feet, then standing to make the return voyage. She did the same for me next, and the sensation of her soapy hands and the soft fabric brought my senses to life. She bypassed my crotch completely, though, as I had done to her, and made sure I was both clean and tingling with anticipation.
