'The next time you lie to me...' Cole shakes his head hard and slams his foot into the stake he's putting down. He can't stop replaying what happened in the car and if he doesn't get his tent up soon, he's gonna go crazy. If it wasn't for the sweet, musky scent of Lacey's pussy on his finger, he'd think he fell asleep and dreamed it.
'I'm gonna drag your ass out into the woods and turn it red where no one can hear you scream.' What the fuck even possessed him to say something like that? He's never hit a woman in his life! W well, not more than a couple light swats with a girl last summer. Its not usually his thing, he's never really been into it, but the thought of really doing it, smacking Lacey's tight little ass till it turns pink and then red...
Fuck! He has to stop this. He's gonna start leaking precum soon and he didn't think to wear decent jeans, just those thin ones he wears when its too hot for anything else. If he starts leaking, he'll have to jump in the lake and he doesn't want to have to watch his sisters while they follow right now. He's too distracted.
'Focus, Cole,' he thinks to himself. Shik. That's the last stake, all he has to do is toss his sleeping bag into his tent and he's free. He looks over at his sisters to see if they need any help. He does not want to go over there, but he definitely doesn't want his mom to ream him out over dinner, either. That would be great, huh? Just finished fucking this really hot girl and she gets to watch your mom chew you out over not being a good big brother when, hey, the girl just happens to be your cousin! Sounds like the best way to get back between Lacey's knees.
He's gonna die like this. He's certain. In about two seconds, his cock is just going to explode all on its own.
As his inner dialogue ends, Cole sees Lacey pushing the rods through the littlest tent. She's smiling at Rachel and it makes something inside him feel soft. Its been so long since he's seen Lacey smile like that. Not since they were kids.
He remembers what it was like when Lacey lived up the street. In his mind, he can see her when she was just seven with dirt on her nose. The way she used to beam at him when they played. She always insisted that she was as tough as he was and would try to tackle him down. He remembers how she would always fight dirty, biting and scratching just to gain the upper hand. He remembers how she would always hide the bite marks he left when he'd fight back even when it meant wearing long sleeves in the summer.
The last time they did that was the summer before he turned thirteen. Looking back it seems most of their best memories happened in the summer, but that summer sucked. He hated that summer because that was the summer her dad found a better job in another state and they took away his best cousin. Seems like a stupid title but she really was. She was his best friend, the most fun person he knew.
When she came back the next summer, she was different. The loud, confident, slightly whiny girl he knew was gone. She was more quiet, more closed off. When he went to hang out with his friends, his parents had to make him take her with him. Far cry from the girl who'd run down the street chasing his bike, begging to come so she didn't have to stay home.
When she went, she'd curl up on the porch of whoever's house he'd gone to and read. She did that for years, then when she turned sixteen, she changed again.
He remembers how badly he wanted to nut-punch his jackass friend at the lake. Turns out quiet little Lacey was quite the flirt. And owned several bikinis. The first time she took her shirt off and dove into the water, he thought his best friend's jaw was gonna come right off. She was just a kid! Of course, to be fair, that's not exactly what he thought of other sixteen year old girls at the time but that's not the point.
Cole chuckles ruefully to himself as he tears his eyes from Lacey and the girls and grabs his pole and tackle box.
"I wanna go fishin!" Little Katy's voice is so loud and high it rips right through Cole's next thought. It also makes him realize he wasn't wearing a condom in the car. He stops in his tracks, halfway to the dock and a cold sweat runs down his spine. He always wears a condom. Always has, he doesn't trust any girl. He knows lots of friends who 'pulled out' and got a girl knocked up. If he got Lacey pregnant... Cole shivers. He's fucked and he knows it. As much as he leaks when he's horny like that, he might as well have cum full out in her. His parents are going to kill him.
With that boner-killing thought, Cole continues walking toward the dock. He needs the monotony of fishing to quell his growing fear.
