Then, when we reached fifteen we started to talk again, about other boys and girls. Being so close when we were younger it felt easier to talk about the things we couldn’t tell our parents.
I recalled Abi asking me one day how far she should let her first boyfriend go. I had tried to give her impartial advice despite my own raging hormones. I asked her what girls liked from a boy, the best way to talk to them. Between us we grew and shared most things. Our conversations gradually became more explicit, as if we were granting permission to each other to say anything we wanted.
Abi gave me a detailed description of the first time she gave her boyfriend a hand job, and I told her I hadn’t had one but lived in hope. After she left I had to rush upstairs to my bedroom and relieve myself with my hand.
I fantasised about Abi, although I don’t know whether she knew that or not. I liked to tell myself it was innocent and I had no intention of ever acting out my fantasies.
I realised I had gone off into my own thoughts for the second time that day when I heard Abi call my name. She ran across the concourse to me, dropped her bag skidding on the floor and grabbed me in a giant hug. She planted a big kiss on my mouth, then stepped back, her hands still on my shoulders.
“God Jack, you’ve turned out so buff!” she cried.
I laughed, “You’re no slouch in the buff department either, Abi. It’s really good to see you.”
She pulled me in and kissed me again, “You too, Jack, you too.”
We walked back out to find the car. “How’s college?” I asked.
“Good,” Abi said. “Hard, but fun. And you?”
“Great,” I said.
We found the car and made our way out to the freeway and back into town.
“And your love life?” Abi grinned. “You get yourself laid yet, Jack?”
I blushed, then grinned, “A couple of times, yeah,” I said. “And you? Silly question, I guess. You could get laid every day if you wanted.”
She punched me hard on the arm, “Jack Evanton! That’s no way to speak to a lady.”
We both laughed out loud.
“Well, the last time we had one of our chats, Abi, I distinctly recall you saying you wanted to get laid as soon as you were eighteen.”
“You would remember that.”
“Well?” I asked
“Well what?” She grinned.
“You’re eighteen now, Abi… still waiting?”
“I think I’ll keep some secrets,” she replied. She sighed deeply, kicked off her pumps and put her feet up on the dash. “It is just so good to see you again, Jack. I’ve really missed you.”
“Missed you too, Abi.”
She turned in the seat to look at me, “Really? With all that pussy you must have on campus?”
I grinned, “That’s just pussy, Abi. You’re my… ” I trailed off. Friend wasn’t the right word. Cousin was not it at all. “…my confidante,” I concluded.
She reached across and squeezed my arm, “Thanks Jack, that’s so sweet. That’s just how I think about you as well.” She leaned her head against my shoulder.
I smiled at her and she sank into a comfortable silence while I tried not to think about how my cock was growing down inside the leg of my pants. Christ, I thought, I’m going to have to find somewhere private to take care of myself when we get back. Sleeping in the living room was fine, but it meant there was no place I could go that would not make it obvious why I wanted privacy. I guessed I could wait until tonight if I had to, but it was going to be uncomfortable.
Our mothers had showered and dressed when we got back, and Aunt Jessica was preparing supper. The day was starting to fade into a deep glow on the horizon and insects were starting to build to a night time chorus.
“I thought we’d all be too tired to do anything tonight, “Mom said, “So we’ll just have a light supper and an early night.”
That sounded fine to me.
“How long till we eat?” Abi asked.
“An hour, maybe a little longer,” Aunt Jessica replied.
“I’m going for a dip then,” Abi said. “Come on Jack.”
“But-” I started to say.
“No buts, Jack. Get your trunks on and let’s race!” She darted upstairs to change, and I took my still damp trunks into the downstairs bathroom. They were cold as I pulled them on, and although my cock had gone down it was still felt heavy and I gave it a couple of strokes and then breathed deeply. Not yet. I could wait until they were all in bed. I tucked myself into my trunks and tried to re-arrange everything so it was not too obvious.
Abi was already standing on the end of the pool.
“Twenty laps, Jack,” she said. “Loser pays a forfeit.” It was an old game we used to play. Over the years I had lost more than I had won, and Abi had made me eat worms when we were eight, steal a comic when we were eleven, show her my cock when we were twelve, and ask Mary Simpson out when we were fourteen. The last had actually worked out pretty well, and Mary had let me feel inside her bra and outside her panties. Good times, I recalled.
Abi’s bikini was black to match her hair. What was it with these women, I thought, that they hardly had enough bathing suit material for one woman, let alone the three of them. I stood beside her and bent over into a dive, partly to get ready, but mainly to hide my stiffening cock.
“Three, two…” Abi said, and dived in on two. I followed, pulling hard to catch her up. I drew level after four laps, then slightly ahead. At twelve laps I was up by a length, but then at eighteen she had drawn alongside me again.
Abi had always been a good swimmer, and in the past would have beaten me ten times out of ten. In the last year I had joined the college swimming team, and my performance had improved. I started to breathe on every turn of my head and lengthened my stroke, pulling ahead by a fraction.
At turn nineteen I could just see her face alongside mine, and pulled harder again, my lungs burning now as I raced for the end of the pool. I reached out and touched. I heard Abi laugh in my ear, and then felt the long wet length of her slippery body hug tight to my back. “I win,” she said in my ear.
“I don’t think so,” I said, squirming around, trying to duck her under the water.
She wriggled like an eel and slipped out of my grasp. I grabbed again, one hand wrapping around her slim waist, and pulled her back. My other hand flailed and suddenly found itself full of her left breast. I jerked back and let go, “Sorry Abi,” I gasped.
She grinned, “Accident, I know,” she said, then looked over my shoulder. “Who won, Mom?”
I turned. Aunt Jessica and Mom were standing watching us, arms over each others shoulders, grinning madly. They looked at each other. “Who do you think?” Mom said.
“I wouldn’t like to call it,” her sister replied.
“Draw,” Mom said.
“Aw no, not fair,” Abi shouted, “I beat him, I did!”
“I really can’t say for sure,” Aunt Jessica said, “so the fairest result is a draw.”
Abi put her arms round my shoulder and pulled me close to her, whispered in my ear, “Shit, I don’t get my forfeit now.” Then she pushed me down so my head went under water. She held my shoulders down with her hands, trying to keep me under. She might be fast but she definitely wasn’t as strong as me, and I surged up, grabbing her round the thighs and lifting her up over my head. For a brief moment my face was pressed tight in against her bikini bottoms and I could feel the mound of her pussy against my cheek then she was sailing backwards to land two yards away on her back.
“Take it easy, you two, “Mom said, “We don’t want anyone drowning before supper.” She and my Aunt turned and went back inside, still arm in arm.
“You’ll pay for that,” Abi hissed in mock anger.
“Later then,” I said, “I’m going to shower.” I pulled myself out and towelled my hair dry, deliberately standing on the edge of the pool so that the bulge in my trunks was visible. I stayed there for a long minute while I towelled my shoulders and chest, then glanced to see if she was watching.
Abi looked away rapidly and then pushed herself back through the pool in a long glide, pushing her hips up level with the surface of the water, scissoring kicking her legs. Her eyes dropped to my trunks again and I felt my cock give a twitch. It must have been pretty obvious, too, because I saw Abi grin and then lazily roll over and continue on up the pool.
Oh fuck, I thought, I was going to have to put a stop to this before anything happened. I went inside and told Mom I was going to shower, locked the door of the downstairs bathroom and stripped off my trunks. I turned the shower on and then started to stroke myself. What had until then been semi-hard now became rigid. I stroked my full length, then reached down and ran a fingernail over my balls before gripping the shaft again.
I had been so turned on all afternoon it took hardly any time and then I grunted, rubbing harder, and shot a copious amount of cum into my waiting palm. I thought I was going to keep spurting forever, and the slippery white fluid filled my hand and started to drip on to the floor.
Finally I slowed, stroking gently now and pushing the last few drops from the end of my cock. At last it started to deflate and I sighed deeply. I had really needed that. As I stepped into the shower I wondered how I was going to make it through the next two weeks without going crazy.
***
I slept late the next morning and was still under the sheet on the sofa bed when Mom and Aunt Jessica came downstairs.
“We’re going shopping,” Mom said. “I think Abi’s still asleep.”
“Mm” I mumbled. “See you later”
“Help yourself to anything you want,” Aunt Jessica said, and they were gone.
I heard the car start up and move away, drifted into a doze for some time, then woke at the sound of a thump upstairs and running feet on the hallway.
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