A Cousin's Reunion 3 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 3

... enticingly. "You are really bad." I said with a laugh as I slowed down after nearly fifteen more minutes of winding around through the flooded timber. "Not really." She said with a grin. "Wait till it gets warmer, then you'll see bad." I shook my head and went to work getting the small gas trolling motor started and rigging lines. With everything ready I handed her a rod and then cast my own out, one hand holding the rod and the other holding the tiller of the trolling motor. "You are completely at my mercy now, aren't you?" she asked teasingly as she moved from the middle seat to sit next to me on the rear seat. "Well, it would seem that way." I agreed. "Good." She said as she slipped her hand into the top of my sweat pants, feeling around for my hard cock. "You have way to many clothes on for me to get to your cock. Don't you want me to get to it?" "Sure I do." I answered. "Good." She said using her one free hand to try and work both my sweat pants and shorts down my thighs. With my ass naked and my cock sticking up she stroked her hand up and down my shaft, making sure I was nice and hard. She stood up and pushed her sweat pants down her legs, followed by the skimpiest pair of underwear I had ever seen in person. She stepped back and sat down on my cock again, making sure that I was fully inside her wet tunnel by wiggling around on me for a few moments. "Now this is fishing." She giggled. "Yeah, it is!" I agreed. We continued to fish this way, my cock slowly softening ...

... inside her until she would wiggle around to make it hard again, for nearly two hours, the sun climbing high in the sky and beating down on us relentlessly. "It's getting flat hot out here." She said suddenly. "Yeah, it is." I agreed, even though I had been sweating ever since she sat on my cock. She put her rod down and stripped off her bottoms that were pushed down to her ankles, pulling them over her little canvas tennis shoes. Next went her sweat shirt and finally her tank top, leaving her sitting on me almost naked. "Much better." She said, stroking her body and letting the sun warm her all over. "But you're way too over dressed. Why don't we head over to that little cove and I'll fix that!" "Sure!" I agreed readily, letting go of the tiller long enough to wind in my line an set the rod down. With one hand free I wrapped it around her, cupping one tit and playing with it while we slowly made our way to the cove. I eased the boat up to the bank and shut down the engine. She leaned over and untied my shoes, pulling then off as well as my socks, followed by my shorts and sweat pants. With my bottom half naked she swiveled on my hard cock and pulled my sweat shirt off, followed by my t-shirt, leaving me completely naked. "You see that tree over there?" she asked, pointing to a birch tree a few feet up the shore, standing in a little grassy patch. "Yeah." I answered as she turned on my lap and leaned back, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me ...