... his left, noting his pretty cousin Gwen. It was her that caused this dream, and he had had enough.
He grabbed her shoulder, and quietly, aware of Kevin sleeping in his car (lover of camping that he was), shook it. She murmured, shifting in her sleep, and her blankets fell away to reveal her pink tank top.
He placed his mouth by her ear, and hissed. “GWEN!”
Gwen’s eye opened quickly, and they flashed in the dark of the tent that the two cousins shared. “Ben, what 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, fuckin...