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"Well..." his voice trailed off. "Shit, because I already did it a couple of hours ago. I did it when I woke up this morning before I went out." I was amazed, and even more turned on. I quickly got a visual of Dusty working himself to orgasm while lying in bed. I'm sure I had a bizarre look on my face. "Wait...I probably shouldn't have said that. It's just...well, there might not be much left, if you know what I mean."

"That's ok," I said, trying to make him feel less embarrassed. "So when can we do it, then?"

He laughed a little bit while pulling up his trunks. "How about tomorrow? It'll be back in action by then for sure." We both laughed a little to make it less awkward, and then turned to go back inside.

That night, well, let's just say I did a repeat of the night before. Me, my hand, my face in the pillow. Pow. I fell asleep with a smile on my face dreaming about the next day.

I popped out bed first thing in the morning and just about ran down the hall to the guest room. My parents had already gone to work, so it was just Dusty and I in the house, just like most mornings. I pushed open his door, and he was still in bed facing the wall away from me. I walked up to him and said his name while gently shaking him awake. I wasn't waiting any longer. I was horny as hell and wanted the show that had been promised.

He rolled over while opening his eyes and then tried to focus on me. "What the heck. What time is it, Chels?" He rolled back over and faced the other direction.

"It's time to get up, Mr. Sexy. You have a promise to keep." He rolled over again and tried to look pissed off, but his scowl quickly turned into a grin. The thing about guys, as I've learned, is that they are always up for sex. "So how about it?"

"Right now? I'm not sure that..." I interrupted him by pulling his covers down and revealed a nice little woody in his boxers. "Hey," he screamed, and leaned down to pull the covers back up. "You can't do that." I tugged them as well and we sort of played a mini game of tug-o-war. He finally let go and said he'd do it. Again, boys are so predictable.

He asked where and suggested the bathroom, but I insisted on the garage. I wanted to relive the other day as well as have a shot of acting out my fantasy. Dusty was just in boxers, so he pulled on shorts over them and walked with me down the stairs. I was still wearing my PJs which consisted of boys boxer shorts over my panties and a large, but thin light blue t-shirt. With no bra on, my nipples were already poking hard against the cotton tee, and I wondered if Dusty had noticed.

We got into the garage, and he asked me what was next. I told him that I wanted to touch it again but mainly wanted to see it shoot. Again, I was totally expecting him to demand seeing me play with myself at the same time, but he didn't. He just dropped both his shorts and boxers in a single motion, and then stepped out of them.

His boner sprang up and sort of bounced up and down. It was awesome. It seemed bigger than the last couple of times, but I don't know why. Maybe I was just so worked up knowing what was going to happen next. I looked up at him and he was looking right at me with a huge grin. He then gave me a "well, what's next" look.

I took a step closer and wrapped my hand around it like I did the day before. It was harder, stiffer. I looked up at Dusty and saw his smile turn to lust. I squeezed it a few times and could feel its power. Dusty wrapped his hand around mine and then moved it up and down the shaft. I realized that he was having me stroke him, but I had never given a hand job before and felt really weird that my first was going to be my cousin. It sounds weird now, given everything that was going on, but that is how I felt at the time.

"Dusty, I don't think I should do that, but I do want to see it shoot.

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