Everything had changed last night.For a year, my sixteen-year-old cousin Clint and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I ...as a month older then him and a tomboy. We played as kids—soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games—and were best friends. That didn’t change through Junior High and into High School. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.And then Clint’s subconscious gave him that. I went down to the bedroom changed out of my work dress into a pair of denim shorts with a yellow tank, I climbed back up where Ted was piloting the boat out to the big water, it was a beautiful day sunny hot, Ted told me he picked me up at a different marina, where his slip is located he knows a lot of others around and they all know his wife, we cruised away he said the lake is a long series of lakes we were going out of the way so we had less chance of meeting anyone he knew. I sat next to. It began to twitch upward. He shut the curtain behind him and turned on the water harder. I watched his nice prick thicken more. I felt my mouth was watering to taste it.Ernesto put the soap in my hand and I started to rub his body with it. He looked directly in my eyes; but I couldn't take mine off his cock. It was still growing more and more...Then my hands went to his prick. He leaned back against the wall, arching his hips. His cock swelled and I gripped it tighter. I glanced up to his. .. scratch that since Stacy thinks that Michael might be my father, we needed a method for getting his swab without his knowing it. Yes, that sounds incredibly stupid, but when you're in love, you do what you do.We swabbed each other, which was kind of fun and sealed those up tight. Stacy's idea for Michael was to get him over to our place, and get him drunk enough to consent. Yeah, nothing can go wrong with that plan?We started getting RSVPs and suddenly the wedding seemed real to me. Juan,.