"Slow down!" she giggled. "We have plenty of time!"

She wriggled loose, and her fingers went to his fly. Staring into his eyes, she unzipped his pants and reached inside.

Nick groaned as she squeezed his prick. The thin layer of his shorts was the only thing separating her hand from his cock, and he could feel her heat vividly, despite the aroused throbbing that raced through his cock as Betsy toyed with it.

"You might play with something too," she said, and he got the message, lifting her T-shirt and baring her small, pink-pointed tits. He was right. She was tanned all over. His hands moved onto the soft but firmfleshed cones of her tits, and he fondled them wonderingly, feeling her body heave with a sigh of delight.

The truck came to a stop. Nick looked up and saw that they were parked in the midst of some oaks. Through a break in the trees, he could see cornfields stretching to the south and west, but the trees were thick and it was quiet.

Becky put her hand on Nick's head, turned him around to face her, and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue eager and active against his lips.

He opened and she fucked her limber wet tongue into his mouth. The conical points of her braless tits, hard-nippled under the cling of her T-shirt, were hot as nails against his bare forearm. As she kept kissing, Becky raised her T-shirt and bared her tits. Nick glanced down. His mouth began to water for the taste of them.

"Uh, this is kinda cramped," he said, straining a little as the two cousins attacked him from either side. Becky was trying to get his cock out of Betsy's fist, and he looked down at the sight of two hands battling to get control of his prick.

"Well, let's stretch out, then," Becky said, leaning back but not attempting to cover her tits.

Nick let go of Betsy's tits and reached for her sister's. Becky leaned against the door and sighed, her eyes shut, her blonde hair swishing delicately. She arched her chest upward, forcing her round tits into Nick's hands.