We were close to the road, but on this side of the lake, almost nobody seemed to drive and people probably couldn't do it anyway, unless they had a bi... truck. The road was pretty bad. So it seemed relatively safe to go with my impulses. It was quiet and there were no voices to be heard. Except, of course, for the cabins overlooking our little field from across the lake. I took off my remaining clothes, and rolled on my stomach. She muttered something about me being too predictable and then she. She let out a soft moan and rolled me over, and straddled me. There was now nothing but her panties on my pants, and she took full advantage. Placing her hands on my firm chest she started sliding up and down my throbbing member, driving me nuts. She was moaning as she grinded hard against my cock, even through my pants I could feel her lips trying to accept my member. She let a little scream out before sliding down my legs, dragging her hands slowly down my chest, to my pants. She used her. By then I sweating like hell and scared out of my wits. Waiting for her to come and scream at me. I was dreading it all now and just wishing I hadn’t done anything at all. After a while she comes out of the bedroom (with new clothes on…a tight jeans and shirt) her hair all wet. I pretend to watch tv and that nothing ever happened. She comes and sits next to me cross-legged all serious like and I don’t dare keep eye contact.Bismi aunty: (full on rage) “What.do.you.think.you.were.doing.there?”Her. "I used to text her once in a while, but I guess we just lost touch." Wouldn't it be cool if..." Matt started to say something, but chose not to finish."I know what you're thinking," I said to him, "and the answer is no. Unless you want to tell me that you and your cousin have secretly been masturbating together like you and your sister." Mom..." Breanna whined. "Are you still holding a grudge about that? It worked out for the better, didn't it?" I'm not holding a grudge, but I just want to.