... is it?” she murmured.
Ben looked at her angrily. “You know what,” he growled. “Stop sending me dreams, okay? We may have fucked ourselves silly at ten years old, but you don’t have to remind me.”
“Wait,” Gwen sat up, revealing her shapely form. “You had a dream too?”
Ben nodded. “So, we’re both having dreams about sex when we were little?”
It was Gwen’s turn to nod. “I guess, but…” she smirked, “your cock was pretty big.”
Ben’s anger returned. “What do you mean WAS? It still is!”
Gwen moved her hand over to her cousin’s boxer shorts. She felt his package, and Ben felt emotions stir within him.
“I guess it is still big… but I bet my breasts have grown more than your cock has!”
Ben shoved her down. “Look, fucking then was a mistake! I could have gotten you pregnant, or Grandpa could have found out-”
Gwen was pinned down by Ben’s strong arms on hers, but she managed to lean her head forward. “He didn’t. And now, we’re older, and…”
Ben shook his head. “Seriously-”
Gwen frowned. “Look, we’ve been having dreams about it! Let’s give each other some closure.” She licked her lips. “And plus, admit it, you want to fuck me so bad, thrust your big cock in my-”
Ben growled again. “Okay, I do! Ever since I found out how bad Julie is in bed…” he trailed off sad...