"You know I always wondered what it would be like to kiss one of my kin."

"Oh?" Terry pushed wet hair out of her eyes. Darren's toes touched the sandy bottom and brushed her feet. He was very close. She felt funny. It wasn't easy to breathe anymore. Or was that because the water reached to her chin? Darren put his big hands out and she felt her tiny waist surrounded.

"You sure are pretty, Teresa," he said. For the first time since she'd met him he wasn't smiling. His eyes had a sad, serious look. It took her by surprise and before she could react, she felt herself being pulled against his strong body. Her thighs bumped his and her breasts flattened against his muscled, chest. Then Darren was kissing her mouth hard. She whimpered and let him press her head back until she was looking straight up. His tongue explored the roof of her mouth. She breathed raggedly through her nostrils as his hands worked down over the gentle swell of her hips. He had a hold of her panties. He was peeling them slowly down her bottom.

"Mnnnnuuhh!" she moaned. "Nooo!"

"Oh. God, Terry, I gotta feel you against me!"

"Darren you just said you were going to kiss me!" She squirmed her hips to escape but already the strong boy's fingers fanned across the firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her belly up against him. Now Teresa could clearly feel the rigid shaft of his cock pressed between them. It was hot compared to the coolness of the lake.

"God… Darren, if my sister knew. If Nat knew!"

"Nobody knows, baby." His fingers kept stretching her panties down further. She could feel her cuntlips exposed. Darren hooked his hands back under her thighs and pressed upwards into the closed slit. It pared for him and Terry went limp in his embrace as her clit was gently pinched.