She jumped into the shower and he heard her squeal as the water poured over her body. "This is fun!" she yelled, as he finally pried his pants off his swollen cock. It was so hard it was pointing up at the ceiling, and it was already leaking precum. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and got in with Megan.
It was a fairly tight fit. It was a 48" shower, which is big for one person, but really cozy for two. He bumped into her immediately and she turned to face him with a big smile on her face. "This is fun!" she said again, her breasts pushing against his arm. She didn't look down at his rampant penis.
Mark got another idea.
"Yeah, it's really nice. Kind of crowded though. I can't reach all of me with the soap. We'll have to wash each other. Here ... turn around and I'll do your back." he said.
Megan dutifully turned and he rubbed the soap across her shoulders, spreading the lather to her arms and down her back. He let his hands slip onto her buttocks, holding his breath, but she didn't object. In fact she said "Mmmm that feels nice. This soap smells so good too." Instead of chancing that she wouldn't turn around, he just re-soaped his hands and slid them around her waist under her arms until his hands were on her stomach. He rubbed them in little circles and sighed as she raised her arms away from her body to give him more room. Going for the gusto, he let his hands slide up to cup her breasts, and then ran them back down her sides. When she didn't object to that he did it again, this time letting his hands slide across her breasts.
She turned around and said "I suppose I shouldn't let you touch me there." she said, sounding a little regretful.
"Why not? Didn't you like it?" said her horny cousin.
"Yeah, it felt real nice, but Daddy says that boys just want to put a baby in my tummy, and for me not to let them do that."
"Gee, all I did was touch your boobs a little," he said, trying to sound hurt. "And just to get them clean. If you feel that way why did you even get naked in front of me?"
"Oh!" she said, looking at him with wide eyes. "Cause you're family. Don't you all do that here in the city? In the kampong we don't set much store by covering up just to cover up. As long as it's just family then it doesn't matter. I hope I didn't do anything wrong." she moaned.
"No no, it's okay," he soothed her with his hands on her waist. "We're like that in this house too, though some people around here aren't. I mean you shouldn't run around buck naked - my mom would have a fit - but it's okay to do this." He hoped she bought it.
"Well ... if you're sure." she said, looking doubtful. "And you don't want to make me pregnant?"
"Oh no, I wouldn't do that," he said solemnly. Not unless I asked you first and you said it was okay." Then he went on to get her mind off that. "So you want to wash me?"
She said she would and he handed her the soap. Then he held his hands up over his head and turned his back to her. She mimicked his actions, doing his shoulders and buttocks and then sliding her hands around to his stomach and up over his chest. His prong was standing proud and tall and he just ached to feel her hands on it. He took her hands and pushed them down to his pubic hair. "You can wash me there too." he said. He felt her fingers exploring, finding his rod and moving along it to feel its extent. He heard her gasp.
"You're all hard down there," she said in a hushed voice. "I thought you said you didn't want to get me pregnant."
"Oh, I don't. I mean I wouldn't mind and all, because you're really pretty and everything. That's why it's hard, because you're pretty. But I don't mean to do anything with it. It does feel awful nice when you wash it though. Could you maybe wash it some more?"
He turned around and now she did look down. Her eyes got big. "Wow, that's just like my Daddy's," she said.
"You've seen your daddy's dick?" he said, sounding like he didn't really believe it.
"Oh yeah, sometimes, like when he's taking a bath, or changing clothes or something like that. I told you we don't cover up much. But his is almost always hard like that. He showed me that one time, when he was talking about what boys like to do, so I'd know about that stuff."
"Oh," he said, sighing as her hand closed over his cock and she washed it by moving her hand back and forth along its length. "Yeah, do that ... just like that ... Oh Megan that feels so nice ... keep washin' ... Oh yeah... like that!"
His cock spat a stream of semen, which splatted right on the hair above Megan's pussy and dripped down onto those tightly closed lips. Seeing that Mark let out a grunt and shot two more spurts as quickly as he could, hoping to hit the same place. He got it again once, but then her hand brought it upward as she felt the heat of it on her body and looked to see what was happening. His last strong spurt arched up and onto her left breast before the cascading water washed it off.
"Wow!" she said. "Was that your baby juice?"
"He slumped and nodded. "Yeah, sometimes it comes out like that when I wash my cock really good, like you did. Wah,so Shiok, so song and that felt good. Thanks, Megan. You sure you don't want me to wash the rest of you?" he finished hopefully.
She stared at his shrinking penis and rubbed her hand through her now slippery mons. "Maybe next time," she said, only half thinking about what she was saying. His stuff felt slippery and good on her skin. She slid one of her slippery fingers between those tightly closed lips, as if she was washing herself there, and used his slippery stuff like it was soap. It made her shiver. She knew a little about sex, but hadn't really thought about it much. There weren't any boys in the kampong that she was interested in. Not in that way. She looked up to see Mark staring at her finger as it slid back and forth between her legs. His mouth was open. "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked, turning in the water to let it wash off all the soap.
"Oh yeah," he said, his voice husky.
"Well I think you're kind of handsome your own self." She smiled at him.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She chatted with him, asking him all sorts of things about the school he went to, and the stores that were around and who his friends were. He answered, mostly in mono syllables, watching her naked body as she twisted and turned to get dry. By the time they were done he had another hardon.
"I reckon you weren't lyin'," she said, looking pointedly at his rampant prick. She smiled at him. "Maybe I am pretty." Then she turned and, stark naked, walked out of the bathroom and to her bedroom.
Mark was too excited to go to bed. He put on some boxers, fooled around in his room for a while. His cock deflated a bit as he looked at a model car he was in the middle of building, but his mind kept going back to what had just happened. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he ended up at the door of the bedroom that had been assigned to his cousin. He knocked lightly.
"Megan?" he called softly.
The door opened and she was standing there, dressed in white panties and a T man's wife beater undershirt. He could see her nipples through the thin white shirt.
"Yeah?" she said.
"I'm not sleepy," he said. "Can I come in? Maybe we can talk some more."
"Sure!" she said. "What do you want to talk about?" She turned and walked away from him. Her adolescent hips swayed back and forth and he felt his boner fill up again.
"I don't know," he said. He really had nothing in common with this beautiful innocent girl. "Tell me about your boyfriend."
"I don't have one," she said.
"Okay, tell me about your last one."
She shrugged. "I never had one," she said. "Daddy said the boys around there were no account, and told me not to waste my time on them. What are the boys like around here?" she asked. She sat on the bed as she talked.
Mark knew what the boys around here wanted to do to this girl. It was the same thing he wanted to do. "Well, boys around here are pretty interested in making babies in girls like you."
"Is that all boys think about?" she asked.
"I don't know. I guess so." he answered truthfully. It was hard to lie to this sweet girl. She was just too trusting.
"Is that what you think about?" she asked, looking at him interestedly.
"Well, guys around here don't get to see beautiful girls naked all that much." he started out. "Like I did ... in the shower." He thought she might think that was strange. "I mean they're all richer than us, and don't have to save water like we do."
Megan sat further back on the bed and folded her legs up Indian style. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible through her thin white panties. Mark's cock grew harder and started to poke his boxers out.
"I guess I just can't help but think about it when I see a girl as pretty as you are." he said.
Megan looked at the lump growing in his shorts. "Your thing's getting hard again, isn't it? Is that cause of me?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted.
Megan thought for a minute. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Well, there's this girl named Alexis and she and I do some stuff together."
"Stuff?" prompted Megan.
"Yeah, you know ... kiss ... and sometimes she lets me touch her a little."
"Where do you touch her?" asked Megan, intrigued now.
"Well, you know ... we kiss, and I touch her boobs and then sometimes I touch her ... down there." He didn't want to admit that he had fucked her just about crazy. He didn't think his cute cousin would approve of that.
"I've never kissed a boy," sighed Megan. "They're all afraid of Daddy."
Mark began to hope. "Um ... I guess you could kiss me. If you just want to find out what it's like, I mean," he added as a disclaimer.
Megan smiled. "Really? Okay. What should I do?"
Mark's prick firmed up almost all the way. "Well, we should lie down on the bed so we can hug while we do it. That's the most comfortable way." He went to the bed before she could change her mind and crawled up on it. She spun around on her butt and lay down beside him, her dark brown eyes staring into his.
"Okay. Now what?" she asked.
"Now you sort of pooch out your lips and then we kiss." he said.
Megan made a kissing mouth and pressed them to her cousin's lips. Hers were firm and rigid.
Mark pulled back. "Don't make your lips so hard. Let them get soft."
He tried again and her lips squashed under his. He couldn't resist letting the tip of his tongue slip through her lips and lick her upper lip and teeth. She pulled back, her eyes wide.
"Are you supposed to do that? With the tongue I mean? Isn't that nasty?"
"Did it feel nasty to you?" he asked.
"No," she admitted. "I kind of liked it. Can we try it again?"
He just kissed her in response and soon their tongues were slithering all over each other and into each other's mouths. This kiss lasted a long time and they were both breathing hard when they finally broke apart.
"Wow!" she panted. "That's pretty fun. Do you like it too?"
"Oh yeah," he groaned. His cock was iron hard now. "You want to do it some more?"
"Yeah," she sighed.
This time he ran his hand all over her back as they kissed, and down onto her tight teen buttocks. She twitched, but didn't pull away. He also pulled her close to him, shoving his cock into the front of her panties. It felt good to press it against her.
When they stopped to breathe they stared into each other's eyes.
"Your thing is poking me." she whispered.
He shoved it against her again.
"Yeah, it feels really good to do that," he said. He slid his hand down to her butt again and squeezed it.
"You want to touch me ... down there ... like you do with Alexis, don't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do," he admitted.
"You promise not to make a baby in me?" she asked, her breasts heaving.
"I promise," he said immediately.
10 minutes later Megan felt like screaming. It felt like there was an invisible balloon inside her that kept getting bigger and bigger. She just knew it was going to pop and she is going to explode into a zillion pieces. But it didn't hurt. It wasn't anything like hurt.
Her wife beater was scrunched up above her breasts. There was a hand in her panties that wasn't hers. Mark was sucking first her left nipple and then her right one as his finger did exactly the same things her own had done a hundred times. But his finger felt so much better than her own! It was incredible. The only problem she had was that he didn't quite know exactly how to rub her down there, like she did.