"Yeah," Becky said, making a sharp turn that sent Nick sprawling onto Betsy, "not a whole lot of fun around here. On the other hand, Nick-do you fuck by any chance?"

Nick sat up and gasped, turning to stare at Becky. She was looking back at him, her blue eyes pale and innocent, her moist pink lips curled in a smile.

"Well, do you?" Betsy asked, punctuating the question with a quick grab at Nick's crotch.

He jumped, made a soft yelping sound and turned toward his other cousin, who was giving him the same innocent-eyed stare as her fingers explored the shape of his cock. And under her touch, there was no longer any possibility of Nick's keeping his hard-on under control.

His cock got stiff the moment her fingers fell upon him, and the more she slid them up and down, tracing the bulging shape of his prick, the bigger that shape became.

"Well, damn," she said. "Look at this thing, Becky! I think they stole our cousin and sent us a Georgia mule instead!"

The truck was moving swiftly down a one-lane country road. High corn lined the road on either side. Nick's eyes kept darting downward to watch in disbelief as Betsy caressed the swollen lump of his jeanscovered hard-on.

"Let me see it!" Betsy purred, leaning in to put a little kiss on her cousin's chin, then on his upper lip. It was an almost shy kind of kiss, as if she were bashful about brushing his mouth directly. Nick had kissed a few girls, of course, but he wasn't sure he was ready to French with his own cousin. But then their mouths did meet, and a spark of electrical energy seemed to explode inside him.

He grabbed Betsy's waist and tried to pull her on top of him while he sucked the breath from her body.