1
Jeffrey had to move in with his aunt Susan and cousin Jessica for the summer. His mother was going away on business and she didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone for three months. The last time that he was alone for just a weekend he ended up throwing a massive party, leaving the house trashed upon her return.
"I'm eighteen years old, you know," he said as she drove him to her sister's house.
"All the more reason why you should have somebody to keep an eye on you," his mother replied. "Besides, Susie and Jess need a big strong growing boy like you around the house. You can help them with the yard work and everything!"
"Mom, I'm not a 'growing boy,' I'm a man!"
"Yes," she replied. "A man that still has his mommy change his sheets and wash his dirty underwear for him."
It was a three hour drive.
Then they arrived:
It was a country house -- two stories.
When they pulled into the driveway, Susie was waiting on the front porch, sipping on a glass of iced tea. Her sexy red lips left lipstick marks on the glass. She was wearing a pink tank top without any bra beneath it, her nipples pressing against the fabric. Her white shorts hugged her muscular ass. It was hot, sweltering, and there was a line of sweat at the crotch of her shorts -- her thick thighs were glistening in the sunlight.
Jeffrey gazed through the windshield at her sweaty cunt and immediately got an erection.
His mom turned to him and said, "Behave, Jeffrey -- I'll see you in September."
He looked at her, his eyes helpless.
She leaned in for him to give her a kiss goodbye.
With a raging hard-on in his shorts, he gave his mother a quick kiss. Then he got out of the car, slung his bag over his shoulder, and hunched forward to hide the tent in his pants. His mother waved, backed out of the driveway, and was gone.
"Come over here, Jeffrey," called Susie, "I haven't seen you in forever -- let me have a look at you!"
Reluctantly, Jeffrey sauntered over to wear she was sitting. Standing in front of her, he immediately noticed her eyes go down to his crotch. She only looked at the bulge for a moment and then returned her gaze to his face.
"Goodness, Jeffrey," she exclaimed, "You've grown so much!"
"Thanks."
"Jess!" she called, "Come and show your cousin Jeffrey his room."
Presently, Jessica opened the screen door behind her mother and stepped out onto the front porch. She had light brown hair that went down to her shoulders and was wearing a white tank-top and tight black spandex pants. She grinned and waved him into the house.
He followed her through the kitchen and living room, his eyes glue to her firm little ass in front of him. The cheeks flexed from side to side against the fabric with each step she took.
"The guest room is right up here," she said, starting up the staircase.
Jeffrey's cock throbbed like never before as he walked behind her, his face just inches from her butt.
The room was just like any other bedroom -- right next door to Jessica's.
"How have you been?"
"Not bad," he replied.
"Bummed about having to stay here all summer?"
"I don't mind," he said.
She nodded and said, "Do you need anything?"
"Nah I'm good, probably just gonna jump in the shower real quick," he said, his balls aching to be relieved of all of the built up sperm.
"All righty, well the bathroom is just down the hall. I'll see you later, Jeffrey."
Jessica left the room.
Jeffrey closed the door behind her and emptied his bag onto the bed. It was all clothes and a few hardcore dirty magazines. He wouldn't need those right now, however -- his aunt and cousin had given him plenty of material to jerk off with.
So, he grabbed a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and headed down the hall and into the bathroom.
He closed the door behind him and blinked.
And blinked again.
There was no lock on the door.
No lock on the bathroom door.
"Great," he said and stepped out of his clothes.
The water felt great against his body. He took his time rubbing the shampoo into his hair, lathering the soap against his chest, and working his way down to the pole jetting out from his crotch.
He gripped his rock hard cock in his fist and pumped a few times, sending incredibly pleasurable sensations through his testicles and up his spine. He was incredibly horny.
Then he heard a knock and the bathroom door open -- it was his cousin Jessica.
"Sorry Jeffrey," she said through the curtain. "Do you mind if I use the toilet really quick? I really, really have to go . . ."
"Go ahead," he said nervously, his prick throbbing in his hand.
"Thanks."
Jessica peeled the spandex pants down around her ankles and sat down on the toilet bowl with a loud grown. The sound of her urine splashing against the water was loud and filled the room.
He slowly stroked himself, picturing her wet and glistening pussy just a few feet away.
Then the tinkling stopped but the toilet didn't flush.
Jeffrey paused for a minute, wondering why she wasn't leaving -- it sounded like she was finished pissing, after all.
Then there was a soft whoosh of air and the sound of a gentle plop in the water, followed by another, and yet another, and finally another whoosh of air, louder than the first. Jessica was taking a shit.
The smell hit Jeffrey like a freight train, causing him to quietly gag.
She spun the roll of toilet paper beside her, grabbed a handful, stood up and wiped herself. Then she closed the lid of the toilet and said, "I don't want to burn you, Jeffrey. Can you flush for me when you get out?"
"Uh, sure," he managed to utter as he quickened his pace on his thick penis.
"Thanks," she said sweet and innocently and left the room without washing her hands.
Shortly after she left, Jeffrey was ready to blow his load. Rather than spewing down the drain, however, he held it and turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and stood before the closed toilet bowl.
He lifted the lid.
Staring down at the mess that she left in the water, he gripped his cock and jerked off into the soiled toilet water, adding his hot and gooey seed to the cocktail of bodily fluids left behind by his cousin. It was a gut wrenching orgasm -- leaving him weak at the knees.
When he was finished, he looked down at the mess in the water.
The site made his drained balls ache.
Then he flushed the toilet, got dressed, and left the bathroom.
2
That night the three of them ate dinner together.
Susan served homemade sausages, fresh baked beans, and steamed broccoli.
Jeffrey could only eat so much of it -- there was something in the sausage that was making his stomach upset, giving him cramps. His aunt only had a little bit, with a side of broccoli, trying to maintain her lean figure. His cousin, on the other hand, wolfed down link after link, scarfing down three bowls of beans and a full plate of steamed broccoli on the side. He couldn't believe that the girl could eat so much and be so fit.
"So what are you going to do tonight, Jeffrey?" asked Susan.
He shrugged, "Probably just hang around, watch some TV or something. I don't know anyone around here, so I can't really go out or anything."
"Why don't the two of you do something together?"
"Sure," Jessica interjected. "We can catch up, play a game or something."
Small talk ensued for the remainder of the meal.
After dinner, Jeffrey followed Jessica up to her room. It looked like a cliché teenage girl's room -- lots of pink. The bed was covered with large pillows, there were pop posters on the walls, and some discarded clothes tossed about the dresser.
"What kind of game were you thinking of playing?" Jeffrey asked nervously.
"Something that will let us catch up," she replied cheerfully. "How about truth or dare?"
"Sure," he replied, getting an erection imagining all of the perverted dares he could ask of her.
They sat down across from each other, cross-legged, and Jessica lit a cigarette.
"It's okay to smoke here?"
