What a weird week it was! I got a 'B' on a Abnormal Psych test, which wasn't my fault because I was too busy writing to study for the stupid test, but anyway, George (my owner) got upset and whipped me, like hard (he does that to me and to my sister Jessica if we don't do well in school – we're co-eds, and we do our homework every night bent over the dining room table, and if he thinks we're not concentrating it's 'bam' with that stupid riding crop – even if we really were concentrating.) So anyway, he restricted me from writing porn or using stupid email for a week; so mean!
Then my grandfather Pawpaw had a stroke out in Tucson, AZ, and my aunt Mallie called and wanted me to come out. George couldn't go, and neither could Jessica, so I had to travel like all by myself. Although I have traveled plenty, I've never gone alone before, so I was like scared.
They took me to the stupid Birmingham airport, and I flew Southwest to stupid Albequeerkee, or something like that, and then I sat for 2 stupid hours. I was very bored. Finally I got in line and they stopped me at the gate and said I was trying to get on a plane to Las Vegas; that might have been fun, but you have to be like 21 to do anything there. Finally on the right flight I kept looking out the window of the plane; the mountains were huge!
So I finally got to Tucson and a cute guy with a sign saying "Silky" was waiting. He was my 2nd cousin Sam. He's about 6' tall and has wavy brown hair, cut military short. Oh, I'm 5' tall, red/green, if you don't know. That means red hair, green eyes, not the other way around.
He gave me a big hug.... A really big hug... that went on and on... and his hand kinda brushed my ass, but I pushed back and he acted like it was nothing. Maybe that's how cousins act, I didn't know. He hopped in his pickup truck and we drove to his house. And drove and drove. Tucson, in my opinion, is very spread out. And dry! There was NO grass, just rocks, dirt, a few trees, and cactuses! Talk about phallic symbols! Those things are twenty feet tall, and on an even deeper level, they are covered with needles! As in, use this phallus inside, baby, and you'll be really really sorry.
"You seem interested in the countryside, Silky," said Sam.
"It's just real different from Alabama; everything here is so dry!" I replied in awe.
"Yeah. It's terrible. You know we have restrictions on how much water we can use for the lawn, and washing – even showers."
"Showers?" I said anxiously, being a clean addict.
"It's against the law in Arizona to take a shower by yourself."
"Against the law?!" I said, freaked.
"No worries, I've got your back. Anytime you need to shower, call me."
With that we got to his house, and I met Aunt Mallie for the first time in many years, and Andrew, Sam's hot 6' tall sandy haired hazel eyed brother. Didn't look much alike, but people often don't. After supper I was tired and ready to crash, and really wanted a shower.
I knocked on Sam's door. "Did you mean it about showers? 'Cause I want to take one now."
"Anything for my cuz," and he jumped up to follow me to the bathroom.
Undressing there was a little awkward, as well as a tight fit. I took off my bra and hit him with my tits. And when he bent over to drop his pants, I could feel his breath in my kootchie. Then when I stood on one leg to slip off my panties, we were practically having intercourse! When we finally got in the stall, my breasts bumped his chest, and his thingy kept bobbing against my labia...
"Turn around, I'll do your back," he said. He did, too, with lots of attention to my ass.
"Now do me," he commanded, but as I rotated, he was a little slow and I got whacked with a raging hard-on.
"Doesn't that thing ever point South?" I asked.
"Not with you in the house," he confirmed.
He reached up and began to soap my breasts. "What are you doing, Samuel VonScorius?" I demanded. He paused.
"I am not stupid, you know. Just because we have to stand here naked does not mean I will tolerate your getting a cheap feel. This pussy here is private property, and I will wash it for myself, by myself, thank you." That should have been clear, but the way he stared at my bush as I spread it and soaped it, and scrubbed it, and rinsed it, and then splashed water between my lips made me think he didn't hear me.
"Look, it may be ok in Arizona to wash your cousin's crotch, but in Alabama it's rude." He looked crestfallen, and I was afraid I had pushed too far. "But I'd be happy to wash your penis, if you'd like?" He liked.
I soaped him up and ran my hand around his balls, and then up and down his shaft several times.
"Time to rinse!" I smiled with pride.
"Couldn't you do that a little longer?" he begged.
"Why? You're completely clean. Are you trying to trick me into.... masturbating you?"
He actually blushed; not so worldly after all, I guess.
"Look, Silky, you know guys produce more semen than their balls can hold, right?"
"I guess."
"Well, if a guy doesn't jerk off he'll have a wet dream from the excess sperm."
"Ok, so what?"
"It's much more ecological to beat off in the shower. If I have a wet dream, I have to wash the sheets, and I still have to take a shower."
"So go ahead..."
"If you do it for me, I'll cum faster and save water."
I thought about it. Well, what could I do in the face of that logic? I started fisting his cock, and in no time he spewed his fluids in my navel, my thighs, and my pussy. If we hadn't been in the shower, I think he would have spewed in my eyes! To be totally honest, I found myself getting maybe a little turned on by wanking him.
"Oh, look. You've squirted all over me, you bad boy. Don't you think you should be required to wash me off, since it's your fault?"
He didn't resist, and in no time was rubbing his soapy fingers all over my bush, and then down between my lips. I could feel myself opening up as my pussy became swollen with heat, and soon his finger was sliding into places that I usually don't wash like that. I felt his probing over my clitoris, and then he moved back and entered my vagina again. He reiterated that motion about a jillion times, and I moaned louder with every stroke. Soon I was gushing more than the showerhead, and then my legs gave out and I babbled in the brook, so to speak....
