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.
When she was done, I lathered myself up once again and wrapped my arms around her from behind, turning my back to the water. My sudsy hands cupped her full breasts, tweaked her nipples, and then slid lower to trail through her soft, light-brown curls. My fingers danced along her pussy lips over and over while my cock enjoyed the friction as it rubbed across her lower back. She leaned into me a bit and put one foot up on the shower seat, asking silently for more.
I let some water fall on my hand to rinse it, then returned to her pussy. I slipped three fingers between her labia, stroking the length of her opening, feeling her juices start to flow as I aroused her. I spread her sweet lubrication everywhere and circled her clit with the tips of my fingers, which brought a gasp from her and caused her head to tilt back on my shoulder. My middle finger slipped deeper inside her, curling to caress her inner walls. I returned to rubbing along her pussy again then, and made her wait a few long seconds before I added my ring finger to the mix, opening her wider and stroking in and out for half a minute. I could feel her hips moving to encourage me, and the motion made my cock-now dripping with precum-slide even more happily along her back. With my fingers buried inside her, my thumb strummed her clit as I moved in and out. Her hips pushed forward more insistently.
Turning her around so that the water fell on her shoulders, I sat quickly on the bench and went back to work. With a better angle to approach her, I eased three fingers into her, still leaving my thumb on her clit to add to the sensations she was feeling. I looked up at her blissful expression, eyes half-closed in a lustful trance as I played with her willing body.
