My Cousin and I (Chapter three)

I went to bed early that night. My mind was in a turmoil. I had known Sarah since we were born but our whole relationship to each other had now changed with the events of the last 30 hours or so. I couldn't work out how I felt about her seeing me in that 'oh so private moment.' Hell, I didn't even know what was happening to me myself. I only knew that I loved that feeling and sharing it with Sarah made it even better. My willie was hard as usual and as I thought about Sarah I started to stroke it in the way that I now knew had only one inevitable conclusion. I had pushed the bed coverings down and I lay naked as I stroked my hardness, slowly, slowly, trying to savour every subtle sensation. In my mind Sarah was right there with me, her beautiful, wide eyes watching me, her lips moist and parted. Then, that sexy giggle. I heard it as if she were truly here with me and I exploded into orgasm. Jerking around on the bed. Trying to stifle my cries. I wanted to shout out her name but my parents were downstairs, I had to keep quiet. Oh how lovely. In the fading moments I realised how lovely this was. I still didn't know what it was but I knew that I could never stop doing it now. My hand was still pumping wildly, trying to make it go on and on. There was no ejaculation, that was still something else in store for me. I fell asleep with the bed coverings still off me, and when I awoke at about 1 am I was freezing. I quickly pulled the duvet up and snuggled down, trying to get warm. The following day was the last school day before the long summer holiday. A whole six weeks without school. Lots of time to see Sarah. I couldn't wait for the final bell that meant time to go home. I told my mum that I was going round to see Sarah and after the usual admonition to be back in one hour for my tea, I ran the short distance between our homes. We didn't go to our place in the woods this time. I had thought of a brilliant idea and I wanted to tell Sarah, we just went up to her room. That wonderful room where we had almost been caught two days ago. My dad had an allotment. Here in England you can rent an area of land to grow things. It's just a small area but on it there was a wooden shed about 4 metres by 4 metres. There are ten allotments altogether, each rented by people, mostly men, who live in the area. They are about 30 metres by 20 metres and most of them have these wooden sheds. My dad's shed had a supply of electricity fed through a coin meter, and there was also a butane gas heater. There was an old sofa and a table and even a kettle to make tea or coffee. Best of all, I had a key to the shed and I sometimes went there when I had nothing to do. During the week the allotments were virtually deserted. The men who rented them were at work and usually only went there at weekends, it would be an ideal place for Sarah and I to go. Sarah thought it was a great idea and we couldn't wait to go there the following Monday. But it was only Friday evening. We agreed that we wouldn't go at the weekend because it would be too busy and we didn't want to be seen. We were sitting side by side on Sarah's bed. We turned to face each other and I felt my face go hot. I just knew that I must look as red as a beetroot. It was an awkward moment. We just sat there looking at each other. My penis was hard and it was making me feel uncomfortable as it strained against my pants. I shifted my position slightly and my erection became more obvious. Sarah giggled as she saw the bulge at my front. I wanted to throw all my clothes off and stand there naked in front of her, but we knew that we just couldn't risk it. We were lucky before, we might not get away with it this time. I stood up and pulled down my zipper. My shaft sprang out and Sarah gasped, her eyes wide and mouth open. I could hear her mum bustling about downstairs preparing the evening meal. I moved close to Sarah so she could touch me. The caress of her hand was pure ecstasy as she held my willie and slowly moved my foreskin up and down. She stopped stroking and moved her hand lower so she could hold my scrotum and feel my testicles. She was very gentle, she seemed to know that this was a sensitive part of my body. I could still hear her mum downstairs and we knew that we didn't have much time before we would have to go down. I didn't want Sarah to stop fondling me but I wanted to make that feeling come again, oh how I wished we had more time. I started to rub my shaft, hoping that Sarah would keep holding my balls. Within seconds I felt it coming. That beautiful, sweet ecstasy that could not be denied. Sarah looked into my eyes. She seemed to know what was happening but she still held me gently. I exploded silently. I wanted to scream out my pleasure and release but could not. Sarah watched in awe, her eyes wide. I kept pumping my shaft. Sliding the foreskin up and down. Trying to make this go on and on. Her hand had slipped from me now, and as the feeling faded I slowed my frantic movements and stopped. I stood there in front of her breathing hard. The strange, shy, embarrassing feeling washing over and through me. Sarah watching intently as my penis softened and came down from vertical like a felled tree, twitching once and then settling between my legs. I stood still, my heartbeat fast, my face red, Sarah still staring at my now small penis. She had wanted to see it soft before and now her wish was fulfilled. I reluctantly drew away form her and pulled up my zipper. Without a word we opened the bedroom door and went downstairs.