“Well, come on!” Becky said while watching him, “You’re Mr College Man with all your experience with foursomes and taking baths with girls! What, are you waiting for me to help you?”
“I… no!” Jake said defensively and then began hopping on one foot as he yanked his rubber boots off.
Becky switched feet to pull her other sock off and then just waited and watched. Jake stripping off his socks and shirt before pausing to stare at her.
“Why are you stopping, keep going, Shorty,” Becky said and then pulled her sports bra up and over her head.
Jake took a deep breath while he stared at Becky’s tits. He remembered her soft flesh in his hands, the weight of her breasts when he hefted them, the feel of her nipples pressing into his palms and wanted to reach out to touch her again. He could also feel himself swelling in his jeans, something that probably shouldn’t be happening with his own cousin. While Jake was staring Becky was unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down over her hips. He had a glimpse of dark hair between her legs, even the insides of her thighs covered in dark fuzz before she lifted each leg to pull her pants off and turned around.
“You coming?” Becky asked and stepped onto a block of concrete so that she could climb up into the gap in the wall, “Or did you already cum in your pants?”
Jake stared at Becky’s bare ass with just another glimpse of dark hair between her legs before she leaped in, a whoop of delight echoing off the inside of the silo followed by a loud splash. Memories filled his mind of her daring him to let each other watch as they peed or threatening to hold him down and tickle him until he peed his pants unless he kissed her lips. The one time she had made him kiss her ‘lips’ in the basement. He glanced down at the noticeable bulge in his jeans and shook his head.
“At least she won’t keep calling me Shorty,” he mumbled and began to unbuckle his pants until he remembered Amadeus from the barn, “Ahhh, fuck, yea, right, I’m still going to be Shorty!”
He yanked his jeans and boxers down and then covered his crotch in embarrassment. It wasn’t unusual for men to ‘manscape’ at school and he was completely bald, he and his ex both preferring to go hairless for the added visual stimulation and pleasure during oral. Becky had obviously missed that memo and he wondered how much teasing he was in for. With a glance at the gap Jake took a step onto the concrete block and then pulled himself the remaining way up.
“Jump in!” Becky called out, her voice echoing in the circular enclosure that was open to the sky.
Jake was surprised at how large the silo was, the interior around a hundred feet wide, Becky dog paddling in the middle while she grinned and watched him.
“Just don’t dive!” Becky added quickly while she stared at his crotch, “It’s shallow enough that you can stand anywhere in here!”
Jake stood up while making no attempt to cover himself, his dick standing to attention and then leapt out with a yell. He tucked his arms and legs up into a ball just before he hit, the cold water taking his breath away and choking him when he tried to gasp and only managing a mouthful of water. He quickly stood up spluttering and coughing, his body shivering at the temperature while Becky laughed.