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That Dylan could keep thrusting into Meghan's backside after such an exhausting day was a proper testament to the sexual energy that was budding between them: he'd been fooling around with his sister, Cassandra, for the better part of the day, but when his cousin arrived back home, he thought he'd be in for a break from the fun.

A risky move on Meghan's part changed his plans for the better, and a willing fox in Dylan was still pumping against her ass, watching as the denim of her jean shorts swallowed the entirety of his shaft over and over again.

"Is t-that...is that good for you?" he asked, keeping his paws on the sides of her thighs and treating her with more delicacy than he did Cassandra: he and his sister were more than experienced with each other, but he hadn't come to learn Meghan's boundaries, quite yet.

That she was willing to take a load from her own cousin gave him the impression that she didn't have many hard limits, but he didn't want to make the mistake of assuming that she was open to more than that...after all, the first one had spilled across her tummy, and thus far, no part of his body had penetrated any part of hers, despite the growing tension between them.

"Feels r-really good," she murmured, keeping her voice down in the oasis of their backyard pool. "Probably a little bit rough on your cock, though?"

The denim looked amazing on either side of his length, but Dylan gave a nod of agreement all the same. "Just a little...s-still feels really good, though."

"Glad you're enjoying yourself," she replied, giggling behind the cover of her forearm and rolling her backside with greater purpose. "You can t-thrust a little harder, if you want to..."

Dry humping in the great outdoors should have been a greater rush, but Dylan was still coming down from a week where he'd pounded Cassandra in the shed on the other side of the pool multiple times, giving him reason to seem as calm and collected as he was.

He was quietly shocked that Meghan was so contained, but that only added to his curiosity about her, leaving him to wonder if there was more to the vixen than he realized.

"Maybe if you were wearing something different, I would," he teased. "Do you ever wear yoga pants, by chance?"

Meghan looked back over her shoulder and held her rump steady once more, save for the subtle wiggle from side to side, hoping to encourage her cousin to give off more of a dominant energy. "Not when I'm going to the pool," she explained, "But if you're asking me to wear them around the house, well...I think I might be able to pick some up at the mall tomorrow."

She was only there for a visit; the time they shared together that summer would fly by, but in what time they had, she'd already made up her mind to give as much of herself to Dylan as the lucky fox could handle.

"Maybe I could go with you," Dylan suggested. "Maybe even buy them for you?"

The idea of a date left Meghan to giggle once more. "If you're really offering, I'm not gonna say no...especially when I can already see you daydreaming about cumming all over my ass while I wear them..."

His paws finally moved up from her thighs and cupped her backside, holding the supple, soft flesh in a tight grip and shaking it around his shaft.

"Am I that predictable already?" he asked, letting another visible, lengthy streak of precum soak into her shorts. "Or were you thinking about the same thing...?"

Meghan wasn't sure if it was wise of her to give away that much information that soon into their tryst, but if her cousin was willing to trust her with something so taboo as what they'd already done, she had to be willing to show him the same level of trust and understanding.

"I might have been," she teased, as she held still for her cousin's touch. She couldn't keep from moaning under her breath as Dylan groped and shook her full, supple ass, but beneath it all was a breathless appreciation for just how large his cock was, even when it was sandwiched fully between the cheeks of her rump. "Bet it'd feel a lot better f-for you, too..."

"Who knew you could be so considerate?" Dylan asked, letting a flirtatious tease creep into his voice as he spoke. "I thought you were making me do this to punish me for getting all of that sunscreen on your tummy..."

"You're the one thrusting into my jeans, nerd..."

She was right to point it out, and she left Dylan with little answer, but she was getting lightheaded just thinking about how delightful it would be to find herself wrapped around his cock.

As much as fun as she was having with the indirect contact and dry humping, the sense of need was already soaking the tiny crotch of her panties; Dylan's tugging gave him an inkling of just how small they really were when the lacy, black string of her thong came free, exposed by his grasp.

"And you're the one trying not to moan out loud because you're enjoying yourself so much," Dylan suggested. "What's that thing they say about girls that wear black underwear...?"

" Total nerd," she countered, rolling her eyes and mimicking their path of travel with the curve of her rump; she knew his grip would force her shorts to slide back just a little bit further, but it wasn't until her paw drifted to the button that held everything in place that Dylan saw just how far up her thong was truly riding. "I'm sure that boys like you say all kinds of things about girls who wear black panties...but are you sure you wanna say that kinda thing about your own cousin?"

"If the shoe fits..."

She cocked a brow, her expression challenging him to finish the thought. "Does it?"

"You're rubbing back against my cock like you might get off from it," Dylan noted, as if it was possible for him not to see the same. "And you're letting me tug your shorts down...letting me squeeze your ass...and looking at me like you're desperate for more."

He was right on all counts, but Meghan wasn't quite the easy take that Cassandra had proven to be: she was going to keep making him work for it, especially if he was going to have such a smug attitude about it the whole time.

"You're one to talk about desperation," she muttered. "Already came on me once and now you're leaking precum all over my favorite pair of shorts...I don't suppose you plan on washing those for me, do you?"

"If you'll let me keep at it, I'll think about it."

"Hmmph. Who knew I had such a horny cousin?" she asked, teasing him and letting her unbuttoned shorts slide a little further back. The peak of her thong was fully exposed to him by that simple move, and though his grip on her ass couldn't have been much tighter, his paws were forced to choose between keeping that satisfying grope, and finally playing with the tantalizing lace of her panties; indecision kept him paralyzed for a moment, but pinching fingertips finally gripped the tiny triangle at the base of her thong and gave it a snap. "And such a f-fucking pervert, too...playing with his own cousin's panties like that..."

Hard as it was to do anything more than whimper, Dylan still managed to grin, at that. "Pretty sure you've got no right to call me a pervert when you're...letting me...f-fuck your ass like this..."

"Even though you're not," she corrected him, wearing the same grin and offering the same panting breaths. "Not yet, anyway, but I bet if I moved my thong aside just a little bit..."

She let that possibility dangle in the air for as long as Dylan would allow it to: as much as they'd already crossed a number of lines together, that afternoon, there was something more to the act of penetration that neither one of them was taking for granted.

Of course, that didn't take anything away from the intensity or the intimacy that they'd already shared, nor how much it had changed the dynamic between them.

"Like I'd even let you, just yet," Dylan countered, catching the vixen off guard. "I'm having way too much fun playing with it..."

"Got a fetish for girl's panties, cousin?"

It wasn't as simple as that, of course, but Dylan wasn't sure he'd be able to explain everything that went in on his head when he was in the heat of the moment.

Then again, he thought, She's been cool with me pumping my cock between her jean shorts for the better part of ten minutes...and she doesn't seem to mind me tugging on her thong at all...

"It's hard to describe, but something about letting that little bunch of fabric in the middle...t-this..." he paused, pinching the triangle in his fingertips and dragging it back toward the tip of his cock. "It just feels really, really good...and even if it didn't, it's a huge turn on...n-not sure why."

"Sometimes we're just into certain things, aren't we?" Meghan asked. "Lucky for you, I'm finding out pretty quickly that I like having my thong played with from behind..."

"Is there anything else you'd like?" he asked, letting the pinched fabric drop over the tip of his cock once more. Precum soaked the tiny, silky spot in an instant, and continued pumping from the fox above left precum trickling over the small of Meghan's back, proving that he had plenty left to give, even after his first climax. "It'd be the least I could do for messing up your little sunbathing routine..."

"I'd hardly call this messing it up anymore," Meghan claimed. "Honestly, this is the most fun I've ever had sunbathing, but...don't be afraid to let your paws wander a little bit more, cousin. I'm not gonna complain about a little extra exploration."

They'd already gone that far: for Dylan to keep thrusting into his cousin's backside as her shorts continued to drift further down her ass was as much a blessing as anything, and the scooting knees of the fox above brought his shaft to finally kiss against the caressing fur along the underside of her tail.

With only her thong and her fluff to glide against his member any longer, he felt a temporary, but heavenly bout of relief, keeping him on edge as his claws lost their grip on her ass.

"Never would have guessed you'd be so receptive to the idea, b-but if you're sure..."

"Don't keep me waiting, Dylan."

There was a continued enigma to Meghan: Dylan still couldn't tell if she was just coming out of her shell in a slow and tantalizing reveal, or if she'd always been this sensual and simply hadn't had a chance to reveal it to him until just then.

Whatever the case, his claws raked over her lower back and left trails along her sides before his paws found a new home upon her bare chest, holding her breasts from behind and leaving them one step closer to a proper, genuine fuck; just below her tailhole and just above the mound of her womanhood, the waistline of her jeans continued to drift, but for the first time, Dylan was feeling the natural arousal of his own cousin, tickling the base of his sack as it rolled over her sensitive bodice.

Just feeling his fingertips clench around her bosom would have been enough to motivate Meghan to take things a step further, but she was giving herself up to her cousin willingly, until she arched her back and crooked her neck as far back as she could, wanting to add another degree of intimacy to the act.

After what they'd done, it seemed a silly thing to be put off by a simple kiss, but that was just what she was after, and with Dylan leaning so far over her back, she was able to look straight up and glide her tongue along the side of his neck, drawing a subtle gasp from the lucky fox.

A paw behind his head kept him from straying, and a turn of her own brought their lips a breath away from each other; the touch, when it finally came, silenced a stammering groan from Dylan, and carried a subtle, whispering passion from Meghan, letting the delicate vibrations tickle across the whole of his muzzle and down into his cheeks.

He could hardly believe that such a powerful sensation could come from a single kiss, but this was no ordinary exchange. The sheer passion that stirred awake as Meghan stole his lips made his entire body shudder against her own, but if she wasn't going to stop there, he was going to do all that he could to keep up.

You're gonna take this too far if you keep kissing me like that, Dylan thought, refusing to break the kiss for even an instant, until his cousin made it clear that she'd had her fill of his tasty lips. And I'm gonna let you if you keep grinding back against me like that...

There was no coincidence in Meghan's actions; everything was deliberate, from the sneaky tug that brought the strap of her thong around his pumping shaft, to the way that her back continued to arch, until she'd gone from a comfortable, kneeling pose to a slow, contorted lean, pushing herself toward Dylan's hips.

The only thing that broke the kiss was her determination to turn his crotch into her own personal seat, and as their lips separated, a quiet moan escaped their lips in a unified agreement: they were going to take this as far as their bodies would allow.

"You know, I was gonna make a joke about you being quite the handful, but it seems a little on the nose right now," Dylan admitted.

His voice was still addled with quiet, soft pants as he cupped his cousin's breasts, holding them in such a snug grip that Meghan was struggling to catch her own breath...but she couldn't find the words to tell him to go a little easier on her body.

Goodness knew that she wanted more of his firm, eager grip upon her flesh.

"I just hope you're enjoying your little handful," she teased. "Because if you thought it was a lot before, you're in for one hell of a surprise."

Dylan blinked, but Meghan answered his silent question with a brush of her own paws along his barren hips, tickling his sides on the way to hooking her thumbs into the loops of her jean shorts.

"Can't have you getting anymore precum on these...otherwise, they'll never come clean again," she kept up her playful banter as a slow, easy shimmy and an easy pull made quick work of her shorts, leaving them to catch on her knees; another wiggle sent them down to her ankles, leaving only the narrow strips of her thong to divide their bodies. "Pretty sure there's better places you could be putting all that sweet stuff, anyway..."

She left her suggestion up to his imagination, wanting to know what Dylan would do with the opportunity. Her body was aching for him to push her right back down to her knees and finish what they'd already dragged for too long, but she wasn't quite bold enough to beg him for that sort of treatment, just yet.

If it went on too much longer, she knew she'd find the words, but in the meantime, she was content to look back over her shoulder and find her own, having plenty to say about the impressive length that was throbbing and twitching against the underside of her tail.

"If you leave it up to me, I know exactly where I'm gonna put it," Dylan confessed, but he didn't give her that location just yet; as aggressive as he'd been in fucking her cleavage earlier, he was taking his time with their second round, and there was plenty of evidence trickling down the inside of Meghan's thighs to prove that she was enjoying the slow burn. "Dunno if you want me to make even more of a mess of you, though."

She giggled at that, rolling her backside against his shaft and encouraging him to give her whatever he was holding out. "Pretty sure we're gonna need a good, lengthy shower after this, no matter what you do," she claimed. "And perhaps an actual dip in the pool when we're all said and done."

Just rubbing against him that way was sending a powerful thrill through her body: it wouldn't be enough to get her off, but with her paws free to roam once more, she allowed one to rest just above the waistline of her thong...and fingertips were going to reach her clit if she was left to her own devices.

"I thought girls like you didn't actually go in the water," Dylan suggested. "You just sit out on the side, pull your thong between your cheeks and get a nice, full tan on your ass..."

"You're obsessed with that thing, I swear," she muttered, but the exasperation in her tone was offset by the slow, tickling drift of her digits, reaching back and stroking along the side of his member. "But if that's where you want to put this magnificent cock, w-well...I suppose I'm up for trying new things..."

It was her boldest suggestion of the day: she wasn't anywhere near experienced enough with anal play to actually take her cousin's entire length into her backside, but if that was what he was after, she was going to listen to the burgeoning wealth of desire within her, rather than the better reason and logic that she'd long since cast aside.

There was a sense of mild disappointment when that wasn't the exact suggestion he made, but the relief that wrapped around it left Meghan trembling in her cousin's grasp all the same.

"Dunno if we're quite there yet, Meghan," he whispered, but he was quivering back against her as her paw stroked the base of his shaft, staying in tune with every pulse of his manhood against her cheeks. "I don't know how much longer I c-can take this, though..."

"Sounds like you'd better figure out what you're gonna do, then," she recommended. "And fast , at that."

Even her words were pushing him further along, and her fingertips came away from his shuddering length with a glisten of his juices upon them: she made a pure, unbridled spectacle of bringing them to her lips and licking the excess away, but as enticing as her maw appeared as a target, Dylan was already right where he wanted to be.

"Would it be so bad if I made another mess of you?" he asked, knowing that his climax was already pressing on borrowed time. "You've got such a wonderful ass, I just...I c-can't help it..."

"Like I said," she paused, sticking out her tongue and passing it along the side of her fingertip. "Obsessed with it...but if you are, you might as well put that delicious cock to good use...no point in making you wait any longer to feed your addiction."

Paws that were all too happy to keep groping her chest and rubbing her bare, tender nipples gave up the ghost and slapped down ferociously on either side of her ass, cupping the cheeks together and forcing her bare flesh to envelop his length. The warmth of the closed part surrounded his length, and on just the first pass, a puddle of precum formed just under her tailhole, leaving a fresh tremble to run through her eager body.

"Meghan, I don't...d-don't think I can hold out...a-any longer..."

Dylan was trying to thrust back against her properly, but the unique position made for a struggle, until the eager vixen put her backside to good use: she pushed back hard against her cousin, knocking him to his rump and leaving him to twitch at the open air...

...But she wasn't going to leave him hanging when he was so dangerously close to his release.

"Let's make it memorable, then," she offered, as she grabbed the forgotten suntan oil and poured a healthy drizzle over his shaft. "You never got any lotion on my back before, did you?"

Dylan couldn't remember what he'd actually done before, and in the heat of the moment, he couldn't see past the full, round curve of her ass as her cheeks swallowed up his cock once more; he couldn't think of anything but the orgasmic bliss that was filling his body as she took a seat in his empty lap.

"If that's what you're after, I can...p-pretty much guarantee you're g-gonna get some on your back this time," Dylan admitted, his voice picking up the pace just as quickly as his hips.

He was hardly able to thrust from his back, but every small, rapid buck sent his length a little further between the lubricated cheeks of his cousin, until he'd given nearly as much precum to the mix as she'd given him oil to work with.

Just below all of that, her eager, plentiful arousal was spilling from her scantily covered womanhood, until that moisture was dripping over her cousin's sack and giving him a clue of just how much she was enjoying herself.

If only you'd actually stuck it in, she thought, as a paw finally crossed the threshold and reached the hood of her clit. She couldn't keep a gasp down when her fingertip came to swirl over the tiny, sensitive nub, but right then, she was trying to keep her attention on the action in the rear, rather than the front.

If she happened to have a smaller climax while she was rolling her ass on Dylan's length, she'd consider that a fringe benefit for making her cousin tremble with such overwhelming bliss; just for the twisted, whimpering expression he wore, her efforts were already worth it.

"Promises, promises..." Meghan whispered, knowing that she'd give away a little too much of her own enjoyment if she allowed her voice to carry on much further. "But I can feel my back g-getting sunburned...you'd better hurry up, Dylan!"

That he made it so far in the first place was miraculous, but Meghan was caught off guard by something just as impressive as her cousin's endurance: even after painting her tummy and tits with his first load, she could feel an incredible volume of cum spraying across the small of her back as Dylan's length finally gave itself over to her demands.

The sheer pressure and pulse of Dylan's length was enough to jar it loose from the comfortable, heated confines between Meghan's cheeks, but there was plenty of evidence that he'd been there: the mingled glisten of his own pearly seed and the slick mess of the oil were dripping down, leaving her pucker soaked with the mix and bringing a fresh heat to perhaps the warmest part of her body.

Errant strands of the mess were still casting up toward Meghan's bare shoulders as Dylan panted heavily, his grip holding her ass so tightly that she couldn't find the strength to pump against him any longer...and she was more than happy to sit there and watch him struggle to catch his breath.

"O-oh...ho-ly fuck, Meghan...t-that's good...s-still so fucking good!" he groaned aloud, knowing he wore his pleasure about himself in every facet of his expression, all the way down to the poking fangs of his Cheshire grin. "Feels like I can't s-stop cumming..."

"Good thing, too...pretty sure you missed a couple spots back there," she joked.

It would take Dylan a few more moments to proper collect himself, but as his grip loosened and his fingertips stroked over the side of Meghan's thighs, he caught just a sample of the natural moisture that had spilled from her womanhood...

...Exhausted as he was, he'd only taken care of his own needs, so far, and Meghan wasn't going to let him off the hook.