Visiting The Farm

Yesterday I visited the site of my first ejaculation as I usually do when I'm visiting my parents on the farm where I grew up. I didn't get a chance to repeat the event but hope to before I leave. It's always arousing just to stand there peering through the cracks in the boards like I used to do keeping an eye out for anyone coming up the hill. It was also the last place where my cousin and I played "pussy" together. Her back was against the wall with her panties down to her knees. I had my cock between her legs thrusting back and forth as she squeezed it between her thighs. I kept a lookout through the cracks in the wall. I didn't think to look behind me. I humped faster and faster until I felt the urge to cum rising to a peak and pulled back as semen sprayed all over her thighs and the wall behind her. As I squeezed out the last drops I heard a noise at the back of the barn. My brother was sitting on the top of the hay bales watching with his hand in his shorts. My cousin pulled up her panties and ran down the hill to the house. I asked him what he was doing there. He just said "watching yall", keeping his hand in his shorts. I asked if he wanted to walk up to the springs? He said sure and climbed down from the hayloft. We walked along in silence for a ways and finally I asked if he was going to tell what he saw. He said no but asked what that stuff was that came out of my "peter". I explained and told him that his would do the same when he was a little older. I noticed that the obvious outline of his erection as we walked deeper into the woods. When we reached the limestone outcroppings near the springs he asked, "Can you do it again?". This conversation had already led to stirrings in my overalls so I said "Sure, if you want to see? But we have to get naked first.". He said OK. We turned our backs to one another and both stripped down hanging our clothes on nearby saplings. He was fully erect and I was rising. I grasped my shaft instructing him to do the same. He commented, "I usually just feel it when it gets hard.". I said, "OK, now start doing this." as I began slowly stroking my growing cock. We sat on the rock watching one another pumping away. I had just cum so it took a while before I felt the orgasm gathering in the pit of my stomach and thighs coming to a focus in my crotch. We were both sweating profusely in the August heat and humidity. "You ready?" I asked. He just nodded. I stood up in front of him and shot a somewhat diminished stream onto the ground between us. He continued to stroke furiously and had, I think, a dry orgasm. I reassured him that if he kept trying that one day he also would squirt white stuff. From then on while we were in bed I could hear the squeak of the springs and the whole bunk would shake...of course I always joined in.