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If he hadn't already crossed that line with Cassandra before, Dylan would have been far more nervous about what he was about to do for Meghan.

For most people, it would have been weird for their cousin to ask them to put suntan lotion on their tummy, but they might have obliged the request.

Dylan was a little too eager to get the bottle of lotion, and Meghan noticed that excitement...that pep in his step as he returned from the house, his shorts just a little tighter than they were when he first went inside.

"You sure you're gonna be able to get any on my tummy with that thing in the way, Dylan?"

He wasn't used to Meghan speaking up all that much. She was only comfortable around her immediate family; even her cousins weren't used to hearing her speak that much, but she was taking a risk, being as bold as she could when the tent of Dylan's shorts became impossible to ignore.

Laying flat on her back, Meghan's slim, narrow tummy was the easiest target in the world for Dylan. He wasn't the type to seize up at the moment of opportunity, but he'd already formed a strong, sexual rapport with Cassandra, doing things with her that he never imagined he would have only one summer ago.

This summer, Meghan was being worked into the fold; she wasn't aware of what her cousins were already doing together, but there were enough hints piling up over the course of their vacation that she was starting to wonder what she might be overlooking.

She couldn't have guessed how close she was to becoming a part of it, even when that was exactly what she was after.

"I...heh...I d-don't know what you're talking about," he lied. His voice was already wobbling, but he was able to try and laugh it off when Meghan giggled at his reaction. "I just woke up like this, y'know?"

"Uh huh...probably wake up like that every day, don't you?" she asked, keeping the tease alive.

Though her bosom was modest compared to Cassandra's, there was plenty for Dylan to admire as he poured some of the lotion into his paw, but seeing the way she squirmed in place as she waited, he couldn't help moving his digits out of the way and letting the warm, soothing liquid spill right on her stomach.

Trails moved down her torso and into her navel as he continued to pour, using far more than he actually needed to...he could only pretend that he had no experience in the matter when Meghan cocked a brow at him. "You know you're not supposed to use the whole bottle, right?" she teased, watching her fur mat over with the sheer volume of the oil.

"Better too much than not enough, right?" he suggested, getting his bearings back and utterly throbbing in his shorts. "The last thing I'd want is for you to get burned, after all."

"Is that right? Then maybe I should ask you before you get started..."

"Ask me what?"

Meghan slipped her paws down over her breasts, shifting the cups of her bikini top in the process. Her nipples just kissed the air for a moment, but her digits prevented Dylan from seeing the entirety of either naked breast.

Her intentions, however, were crystal clear.

"Do you mind hitting the underside of my tits? If I'm laid out flat like this, they might get burned if you're not nice and thorough...s-sorry if that's a lot to ask."

Her nerves were starting to get the better of her, and at first, Dylan's look of stupefied arousal didn't help matters.

His inability to voice that arousal was the only problem, but he'd been left speechless by how aggressive Meghan was behaving. The timid girl that he'd come to know growing up would never have been this assertive; even less so for something that was so forbidden.

"I'll give it my best shot," Dylan finally answered, steeling his resolve and deciding that he'd be the one to take them over that proverbial line, if they were going to go there. "Much as I just poured on you, I guess I've gotta spread it out pretty far..."

A tiny pool of the oil was sitting in her navel, tickling her body and leaving her to giggle, even before Dylan pressed his digits into her stomach.

When he finally knelt by her side and worked his fingertips against her fur, she squirmed in place and tried not to moan, but the sound still escaped her lips; it wasn't a tease on her part, but a genuine and uncontrollable response.

Dylan wasn't sure if she'd forced it or not, but the flustered look on her face told him that it was an accident.

The arousal in her stare, just beyond her quivering, nervous lips told him that she desperately wanted to know if he could bring such a sound out of her again.

"Sorry if that was a little too rough," he apologized all the same, pushing his palms flat against the slim lines of her stomach. "I can try to be a bit gentler, if you think that'll help."

"I know I'm slim, but you're not gonna break me," she assured. "You've really gotta work the oil into my fur after pouring it on so thick, after all..."

Neither one of them could outright say what they were after, but they were both working toward the same goal at a snail's pace. Keeping the approach organic was proving impossible, but neither Dylan, nor Meghan had a real problem with the slightly awkward atmosphere they'd created.

If anything, there was something endearing about the way that their back and forth allowed so much room for interpretation, giving them an easy out in case either one was misreading the signs they'd given.

"I'll give it my best shot. You sure you don't mind getting this stuff on your tits?"

"Such a gentleman for asking," she mocked him. "It's actually worse if it gets on my clothes than anything; I don't want my shorts getting stained, so you'd better start working that puddle up my body..."

The innocence was fading with every comment, and as Dylan pushed up from her hips and kneaded the oil into her abdomen, he could hear subtle gasps escaping her, even before he reached the more sensitive flesh of her breasts.

He couldn't keep resisting her signals, and the more obvious they became, the harder his cock pulsed, hidden only by his placement at her side.

"A bit more like this, then?" he asked, stopping only when his fingertips slid over her ribcage, stopping just below the place she was daring him to touch.

From where he was kneeling, however, he wouldn't be able to get the kind of grip that she was after.

"No, n-no...that's not quite right," she admitted. "You're doing a wonderful job, but I think you'd be able to really work that stuff into my fur if you just climbed up and stood over the top of me. Maybe even set your knee over here?"

She patted the open side of the pool chair, making note of a gap that Dylan's knee would just fit. If he were so inclined, he would have been able to straddle her tummy, forcing his covered cock to drop right between the warm, sweaty gap of her breasts...and she prayed that was his inclination.

Neither one of them took the gravity of that moment for granted; Dylan had been there before with Cassandra, but he wanted to make absolutely sure that Meghan knew what she was getting into if they took that final step together. He and his sister shared their sexual interests with a certain attitude, perhaps best described as cavalier.

The first time, however, always had a greater sense of urgency and nervous arousal.

"I know what you're trying to get me to do, Meghan."

"And I know how badly you want to do it, Dylan."

He didn't expect her to call his bluff like that, but the tent in his shorts was laughably obvious. Even if she'd wanted to ignore it, there was no way he could...and her eyes were trained on it all the while, as he stood from the edge of the chair and swung his knee into the open gap.

His shorts dropped right into the mess of the oil that he'd poured, but Meghan immediately shook her head.

"Take those off," she commanded. "You don't want those getting stained, and I don't want anything getting in the way of the view..."

"And what about my view?"

She smirked. "All in due time, cousin. I'm not trying to play hard to get...I'm just making sure you earn what you're after."

He could have wasted time making a counter about her being the aggressor and tricking him into rubbing her breasts...but that train of thought never crossed his mind.

Another head was doing the rest of his thinking, as he stood back upright and pushed his shorts down to the ground. His cock snagged on the waistline and sprung upright as it was freed, giving Meghan a display that proved to be well worth the wait: she licked her lips as she rested there, making sure her cousin could see her nipples when she tugged at her top again.

That preview brought Dylan right back to the pool chair, his groin straddling Meghan's oiled tummy and leaving his sack in the midst of it. Lotion greased his cock as he held the sides of her breasts, framing them up; only a tiny string went between the cups of her bikini top, but he was looking forward to feeling it rub against the top of his shaft as he fucked his own cousin's tits.

Of course, there was still disbelief in the back of his mind that he was about to do such a thing, but after stripping so confidently, he wasn't going to back down from the moment of truth.

They'd both been battling nerves and arousal on and off, but Meghan couldn't fight the latter any longer when she saw precum leaking from her cousin's member, spilling and mixing with the oil that already lined the warmth of her cleavage.

"You've been eager for this for a while, haven't you? Your special girl leaving you all pent up all the time?"

That was just as obvious: Meghan couldn't deny what she was about to do with her cousin, but she didn't want to push him to do something if he was involved with someone else.

She still didn't know that Dylan and Cassandra were fucking, but that topic still didn't come up as Dylan shook his head. "No special girl in my world...n-not like that, anyway," he backpedaled. "I don't suppose you've got some other guy that should be doing this for you?"

Her head shook just a little, not wanting to buck Dylan from his posture. "No one holding me down right now...c-cept for you, of course. Hopefully you're not planning to use that position to your advantage?"

Dylan wondered if she was really trying to back out at the last minute, but when she winked and stuck her tongue out, he was given the impression that she was eager for a taste, more than anything.

He was more than happy to give it to her, if that was what she truly wanted...and he wasn't going to be given anymore clues. It was up to him to make the decision to push that first, slow thrust into his cousin's breasts, gliding his flesh into her cleavage with a warm, tickling rush of the suntan oil.

Her tongue flickered at the tip of his member as it came near her lips, but he was just far enough away that she could only leave a single trail of saliva against his rod before he pulled back, gasping at Meghan's devious reaction.

"Just because I'm the one on top doesn't mean I'm the one in control," Dylan suggested. "It feels like y-you're the one toying with me, Meghan..."

"And you're the one with your pants around your ankles and your cock between my tits. Sounds like we both know exactly what we're doing, Dylan; if you're not into this, you know you're more than welcome to pull that tasty cock back and walk around pitching a tent for the rest of the day."

All the while, Meghan was giving Dylan every chance to back out of his decision: if he were bold enough to do so, she knew she had all the privacy in the world to take care of herself by the pool, and just being out there in her bikini top would have kept her aroused and inspired until she was done with the deed.

Having his cock between her breasts was keeping her fired up, and when she gave him the option to stop, he only pumped further into the warmth of her natural gap, until his length settled against her lips and stayed there, dribbling precum onto the eager flesh of her tongue.

"When you put it like that...I'd better j-just make sure that oil is nice and worked in," Dylan offered, pretending he had any other reason to be sliding his member between her tits. "Don't want any part of my body getting burned, either...I'm sure you understand."

As his hips drew back, Meghan couldn't help giggling with her freed lips. "Yes, of course. I'm sure your cock doesn't spend a lot of time getting a tan..."

Nervous as they were to undertake such a forbidden act together, those fears were quickly becoming a thing of the past. Dylan couldn't have guessed that he'd have such impressive, natural chemistry with Meghan, but he was warming up to the way that she played him along: she never had to beg him for what she was after, preferring to lead him in the right direction and let him have the top position, while always having an element of control to the act.

She could have moved her head out of range anytime she wanted, but her own spittle was joining the growing, glistening mess that was spreading near the top of her cleavage; she was eager to get as much of a taste of her cousin as she could.

If that meant swirling her tongue around the tip of his length until he erupted across the roof of her mouth, she wasn't about to complain about it.

"Can't say it's ever gotten a tan," Dylan agreed, playing along with his cousin's silly banter. "Of course, if I can look forward to this kind of treatment the next time I'm laying naked out here, I'll be sure to do it a lot more often..."

"So you're admitting you want to do this again, and you haven't even finished the first round? You are pent up," Meghan falsely claimed, having no idea just how recently Dylan had played with Cassandra. "And what kind of cousin would I be if I let you go about your day with such a full, pulsing cock...?"

"A normal one," Dylan reminded her, snickering. "But that's not really what I'm interested in...not right now..."

"Plenty of evidence to support that," Meghan agreed, her lips soaked with his precum. "Is it so bad if I'd like a little more, though?"

"Not at all...a-ask and you shall receive..."

It was getting harder and harder for Dylan to play along with Meghan, but she wasn't upset about that: if anything, she was elated to see his face twisting up with the bliss of the act, knowing how hard he was trying to keep his moans in check.

She'd never heard him in the throes of passion, and she'd never seen his eyes wince with delight, but for a first time, everything was going better than she could have hoped.

"If that's your best attempt at a warning, you may wanna be more specific," she murmured. There was some expectation in her eyes all the same, and her paws held fast at the side of her bust, keeping her breasts tightly clamped around the throbbing flesh of her cousin's dick.

Every single pulse that ran through his body tickled her chest and fanned the flames of arousal that were building within her, but she was the one who'd pushed Dylan into the act, unaware that he was just as eager for it as she was; she felt the tiniest hint of obligation to bring him to his climax, first.

The way he was moaning and whimpering her name as he pumped into her chest, however, she worried that she might sneak in a small orgasm before he was able to do the same.

"N-no..."

Dylan bit his lower lip and gripped Meghan by the middle of her torso, holding her in place and fucking into her cleavage with even greater intensity. His precum was already dripping down her chin and spilling around her neck, but the impassioned vixen was going to have a much larger mess to clean up moments later.

Even if she'd begged him to just hold still and finish in her mouth, she knew he wouldn't be able to comply: his body was trembling , shaking the entire pool chair with the intensity of his need.

The sheer force of the same was such that Meghan only just closed her eyes before the first streak burst across her muzzle. The long, messy strand splashed up her forehead and into her hair, but as her eyes opened and widened, there was nowhere for her to hide from her cousin's yield.

"F-fuck...I'm c...cumming! Fuck!" Dylan fell right into old habits, crying out in earthly delight as his cousin's breasts coaxed the seed right out of him. His juices were spilling all around her breasts, flooding the small groove of her throat and leaving her neck a mess, but as he eased back, her cleavage was coated with the same warm, milky seed; she was coated with his release, and still, he was pulsing against her tummy, spreading the wealth.

Meghan was shocked at the volume, but delighted all the same. "Haven't g-gotten off in weeks , h-have you?" she asked, her voice shaky at the effort she put into keeping his member between her warm, cushy bodice. "Goodness...g-give a girl a bit more warning next time, hm?"

Her tongue swirled around the front of her face, collecting as much of the mess as she could; she even rolled her eyes when fresh, oozing cum spilled over the sides of her tummy, leaving only the lower half of her body free of his impressive release.

"I tried to, but then you kept squeezing and sucking the tip...and just the way you talked to me, even...I just...I c-couldn't help myself," Dylan claimed, looking genuinely remorseful for the way he'd literally coated his own cousin.

Seeing how much there was, he would have been shocked if she could have kept it all in her mouth, but at the idea of her trying to contain it all, his length started throbbing once more, never even having a chance to go through a proper refractory period.

"I guess I can take that as a compliment," Meghan teased, letting her tongue hang over her lower lip once more. "But I don't suppose you've got anything that can help me take care of this mess?"

"...Y-you're not gonna ask me to lick it all up, are you?"

"No. I wouldn't let you do that; it's too tasty for me to share, but it's not like I can reach all of it," she pointed out. She still punctuated the fact by dragging a single fingertip through her cleavage, but before she licked it away, she remembered the suntan oil.

Had she been any deeper in the moment, she would have ruined the flavor for herself.

"If you don't feel like taking a shower right now, you could always hose off?"

"Hm..."

She narrowed her eyes at him, as if she thought he was going to offer something more. "I would ask you to go fetch me a towel, but the last time you went inside to get me something, you came back out with a raging hard-on...and then I gave my own cousin a titjob."

Poking the tip of his member and darting her eyes toward the patio doors, Meghan was trying to be subtle about the reward that would be waiting for Dylan if he abided her request; he nodded rapidly and silently, rushing back to the house and leaving the poor vixen to cleanse herself...though she truly didn't mind.

The water from the hose was colder than she would have liked, but she couldn't deny feeling like a goddess in the moment: without having to move an inch, she'd been able to tempt someone who never should have been so intimate with her into sharing a wealth of his love with her.

It was almost a shame to wash away that evidence, as she lifted the hose overhead and stood up, spraying herself down literally from head to toe...and only releasing the straps of her bikini top when Dylan returned with her towel.

She spun quickly enough to toss the cups with her movement alone, finally revealing the entirety of her breasts to him. "Didn't feel there was any point to keeping that on anymore...hopefully you don't mind the view?"

Her nipples were sensitive enough from her arousal, but the rush of the cool water pouring over them forced each one to stiffen, capturing Dylan's attention. She was soaked by the hose by the time he returned, and seeing her in such a state, he nearly tripped over his own erection as he approached her once more.

"Gotta admit, I...I wasn't expecting you to be ready to go again so quickly."

"Why not?" she asked, giggling. "It's not like I'm the one who got off...all I had to do was lay back and enjoy myself. I'm not gonna be that passive this time around..."

"So you're saying I get to have a break?" Dylan asked. He tossed her the towel, but she only gave herself the quickest brush with it before draping it over the pool chair. "That's awfully generous of you, after what you just did for me."

"Oh, no no...I'm not saying you get a break at all ," Meghan corrected him. "In fact, you're not done putting that lotion on me...you missed my back entirely, as I recall."

"You never flipped over," he reminded her, but right as he pointed out that fact, she was already draping herself back over the chair, putting her forearms down against the towel and pushing her rump in the air. "Er...ahem. I see you've flipped over now..."

"You hardly gave me a chance to get into position," she countered. "But now that I'm here, you're gonna keep me waiting, are you?"

Her tail lifted, revealing the pair of tight, blue shorts entirely to her cousin. It was unclear from there if she had a smaller, matching bikini beneath the cut, but at that distance, Dylan was lucky enough to see the warm outline of her womanhood, pressed up to the fabric.

The display was irresistible; as quick as he rushed over to her and knelt behind her, she was glad to feel his warmth against her lower back.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he assured her. "Sorry that I never put my pants back on...I didn't think you'd mind all that much."

Her backside was perked up just right for him to glide the underside of his length between the outline of the cheeks, rubbing the underside of his shaft right into the groove.

Just feeling a single pulse of his length so close to her covered womanhood, she quivered with growing delight...but even then, she denied herself the ease of pulling her shorts down and guiding him in.

She was building up to that moment, slowly but surely...and Dylan was more than happy to play along.