Jake moved his hand, his palm slipping back and forth over the swell of her sex, her matted pubic hair forming a soft cushion. He could feel the heat of her core against his palm, but wanted to feel her cleft, slip his fingers through her inner lips. Jake pulled back and then probed with a fingertip, delving through her thick hair until he felt the edge of outer lips.
Becky’s breathing had begun to pick up, no longer doggy paddling but now standing on tiptoe with her legs slightly spread, her hand moving a little faster up and down Jake’s length. Jake traced his finger up and down Becky’s slit, a soft moan escaping her lips while she stared at him.
“Put your fingers inside of me,” Becky whispered, her body trembling and her hand moving rapidly enough to cause ripples on the surface of the water.
Jake licked his lips while staring at her, the tip of his finger stroking deep between her legs and then pushing inward. Becky moaned, Jake’s finger slowly being enveloped in her soft, hot folds. He stroked slowly forward, trying to pay attention and savored the soft lip the pad of his fingertip stroked over that was the edge of her vulva. He moved his finger a little higher while trying to discover her pearl, Becky’s eyes closing, her legs spreading wider as her hand stroked his length rapidly.
The sound of an engine suddenly intruded, Becky instantly lunging away.
“Fuck!” Becky shouted and then surged through the water towards the gap that they had entered by, “Come on, dumb ass! That’s dad’s F350!”
“What?” Jake exclaimed and tried to rush through the water right behind Becky.
Jake barely noticed her ass when she pulled herself up and out of the water, Becky pausing for a moment to peek outside before leaping down.
“Hurry up!” Becky shouted.
Jake was only moments behind her, Becky already yanking her jeans up her damp legs, the momentary glimpse of her wet bush hidden as Jake jumped down beside her.
“What about our hair?” Jake asked and grabbed at his jeans to pull them on.
Becky glanced down at him and turned to stare at the road to the south, her shoulders relaxing when she caught a glimpse of a dust cloud a half mile distant.
“Go up to the house and jump in the shower,” Becky instructed, “I’ll tell dad I dunked my hair out in the barn to get the hay dust out if he asks.”
Jake reached down to grab his shirt and start putting it on only to have Becky shove him towards the house.
“Go!” she instructed, Jake stumbling and then jogging naked and barefoot towards the house.
When he reached the house he still didn’t slow down, simply tossing the rubber boots into the mudroom and rushing upstairs. He grabbed a change of clean clothes and rushed down the hall, a horn sounding in the yard just as he turned on the water.
Jake scrubbed at his hair, adding shampoo three times while dreading what would have happened if his uncle Bill had busted them. He was terrified of Bill sending him packing to explain to his mom that he and his cousin had been caught touching each other. He was just finishing rinsing his hair yet again when he almost slipped and fell when someone banged hard on the door.