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I normally spend more time reviewing to catch mistakes, but I figured I might as well post this rather than keep everyone waiting even longer. I have no idea when this series will end, aside from 'when I run out of my infrequent inspiration'. But it struck again, so: Enjoy this new installment!

With the end of the summer came the return of the school year, and while Ginger and I did have time to spend together, our studies and other activities negated our opportunities to sneak away into the woods again. Aside from mentioning that Lynda was still interested in joining us when we could break away, we had little time to discuss much else, and neither of us mentioned what we'd shared during that last getaway.

Fall rolled into winter, the familiar but tiring rhythms of school dominating my schedule. It wasn't until the extended November break for Thanksgiving that my interest resurged from wherever it had been hibernating, and it can honestly be said: it was all Nora's fault.

"Be a good girl for Timothy, Nora," her mother instructed her while I waved to my parents. It was the day after the Thanksgiving feast, and they were all heading out for their holiday shopping. I'd have preferred to sleep in until long after sunrise, but while I didn't have to go - or, more directly, was informed I was staying behind - at least I didn't have to get all groomed up for going outside.

Since my last cubsitting of my cousin had gone so smoothly, it was an easy choice for our parents to put me in charge of her again for the next several hours. There were plenty of leftovers to make a lunch out of, although they assured us they'd be back long before dinnertime, most likely just after lunch. After extracting several promises from Nora that she would behave, from myself that I would keep a close watch on her, and that we'd both stay out of trouble, the trio of adults finally left, the rumble of the car's engine fading as it left our driveway and disappeared down the street.

The first two hours passed easily. We curled up and slept through the first hour, catching up on our interrupted sleep with our earlier breakfasts sitting comfortably in our bellies. After that, we entertained ourselves by playing some of my easier games like Connect Four, soon moving on to simple card games. I don't remember all of them, but I know we played both Crazy 8s and Speed, the latter of which she ended up winning more than she lost once she understood the game. Eventually, restlessness led to more active games, including an impromptu pillow fight, some couch-cushion-bunkers, and finally into our backyard for a game of tag.

Surprisingly, with the woods so close, our backyard was pretty spacious. Even after you counted the screened patio adjoining the rear of the house, there was a lot of green grass to run around in, with an apple tree on one side and a holly on the other to provide a bit of shade. We were not so lucky as to have a pool, but the cinder-block walls surrounding the yard were of a sufficient height to grant complete privacy, unless someone put up a ladder against their wall to peek over.

While Nora was only younger than me by about a year, it was a significant gap, enough that I had to limit my speed to make the game still fun for both of us. Despite stopping for a water and rest break at least twice, Nora was still game to play, giving me quite a workout despite my holding back. Finally, when I managed to tag her for the last time, I grabbed and started tickling my cousin over her ribs, where I knew she was particularly ticklish.

This had its expected result, with Nora laughing energetically while wriggling to get free, while I held on to her until she finally submitted, collapsing onto the grass and laughing breathlessly. Smiling, I laid back on the grass, already contemplating a short period of quiet sunbathing with my worn-out cousin, and Nora readily followed suit.

I lost track of how long we'd been out there, but Nora was up first, getting to her feet and stretching out a little. She exposed a little of her belly-fur in doing so, her yellow-white top lifting above the hem of her pink sweatpants - then stood there, giving me a crafty, mischievous look that I didn't register due to already being half-asleep. "Hey, Timmy," she said, and I opened an eye to squint at her.

"Hm?" I wondered, my other eye slowly opening. There was something odd about her stance.... I didn't make the connection in time.

"You're gonna have to give me a bath," she told me, and my ears picked up on her sly tone, "'cause I had an accident."

I sat forward as if actuated by a hidden lever. Now I knew what all of those drinks had been for. "Wait!" I said in a strangled tone, my hands already reaching out--

--far too late for any other reflexive action to take place. I might as well never have tried. Sitting up as I now was, with my hands reaching out for her and paused in mid-grab, I had a perfect view of Nora's waist, realizing that her feet were spread at least a foot apart. Now I was stunned into immobility, watching the crotch of Nora's sweatpants promptly grow dark as she intentionally relieved herself in front of me, her hands on sides, just above her hips.

Unbidden, but irresistible, I felt a powerful twinge in my groin, then a swelling sensation of heat. Watching my cousin wet herself was making me hard, and from my look of shocked focus, Nora seemed to know it. "Do you like watching me pee?" she wondered, smart enough to keep her voice quiet while I noticed that the spot was growing lines that were running down the insides of her legs.

Dreamily, my hands came back to life, moving with a calm assurance I wouldn't have expected considering how dazed I was feeling. My fingers hooked into the elastic of her sweats, then her panties, and pulled them down her legs with no resistance from her. I could tell myself, later, that I just wanted to keep her clothes from getting any more wet than they already were, but that would have at best been an afterthought.

What I truly wanted is what I got, seeing Nora's sweet, young, lupine vagina once again as she relieved herself uninterrupted, her tidy stream emerging from her Y-shaped folds and sprinkling over the grass. "Watch this," she said in that same lowered voice, this time lowering her hands and bringing her fingers to the sides of her mound.

I wondered if she was going to pull it open, but Nora had a different idea. By applying a little pressure, she demonstrated that she could do something Ginger couldn't: she could aim her stream without moving her waist! Not with the same flexibility I had, but it was still something I hadn't considered she might be able to do. Removing her hands - she was still going! - she gave me another coy grin. "You can try it."

I shivered, but almost didn't notice it compared to the painful throb my penis made at her offering, fully erect and straining against my underwear and shorts. Before this was done I was pretty sure I'd have to change my own underwear at the very least, but that was hardly a concern on my mind just then. Shyly, but with growing surety, I brought my hands back up and touched my cousin's sex for the second time. I'd almost forgotten how soft and malleable that lupine nub was under the touches of my fingers, and yet with an underlying firmness that made it supple.

When I escalated from aiming to fondling, Nora didn't seem to mind, and in any event didn't stop me, so I indulged myself. Sometimes gently squeezing it between my finger and my thumb, or rolling it around a little, or spreading it slightly open to get a better idea of where that stream was coming from... and, in the end, I confirmed she was like Ginger in that it originated from a smaller hole, deeper within her red-pink folds, with the larger hole that I now knew was meant for an entirely different purpose.

While Nora had gone to some lengths to make sure it lasted - she'd have soaked her sweats considerably if I'd not pulled them off - she was still a year younger than me, and her bladder soon emptied. Standing there, she started to say, "Do you--"

But I cut her off, holding a forefinger to my lips and tilting my ears back tightly against my head, expressing the need for silence in both universal and canine-general language. Nora understood and quieted, while I reached out for her hand, and we went back into the house. I'd not heard anything yet, but even with the tall walls, I was immediately fearful of someone hearing enough to want to take a look, and then I'd be in water hot enough to boil me alive.

Once the sliding door was closed and we were back inside the house, I relaxed a bit, my ears coming back up. "Gotta be careful about being outside," I told her, then looked at her damp clothes I was holding in my hand. "Go over to the bathroom. I'll put these in the washer and join you in a minute." Nora nodded and made her way to the master bathroom which had the biggest tub, while I dumped her sweats and panties into the washing machine with a small bit of soap. I wasn't accustomed to doing laundry, but the controls seemed simple enough, so I started the shortest cycle I could find, then went to find Nora.

I hadn't yet noticed that it was noon already, which meant we were running out of time.

Upon arriving in the bathroom, I was startled to realize that Nora wasn't in the tub... but rather, she'd taken one of the largest towels and laid it on the tile like a picnic blanket, and was standing there, her expression brightening but still bearing that cunning look that I'd come to recognize from her. "D'you remember our deal?" she asked me without hesitation.

My ears tilted to the side in the manner of a thoughtful frown. "Deal," I said blankly, and then I remembered. "Oh. Oh! Um." The last time we'd been together, with Ginger, I'd staved off some of her interest by suggesting we'd try licking each other when we had time alone. While it had skipped my mind until now, it apparently hadn't left Nora's. Even a year younger, she had a memory for these things that would make her a force to be reckoned with when she was older.

"Uh-huh," she said, giving me a satisfied smile. "Pants off." That was unquestionably an order, and it instinctively make my hackles rise a bit. I had authority over her, and I didn't approve of her challenge this way.

"Almost," I said, both acknowledging her request and indicating that following it was at my leisure, not hers. To my relief, she backed down, and I took a moment to start the tub after stoppering the drain. It was intentionally a way to make sure we didn't get too distracted; with her in the tub and myself dressed would at least be a little easier to explain.

Once that was done, I looked at my cousin again, then sighed and dropped my shorts, then my undershorts. The sigh was for effect; if I made her think I wanted this too badly, it would imbalance our dominant positions again.

To my utter lack of surprise, my own underwear already had a sizable wet spot just below the band, where that sticky clear stuff had been seeping out while in the backyard. Nora's eyes went wide when she saw my fully erect shaft for the second time. "Wow," she murmured, her tail swishing a couple of times. As I smiled down at her, I inwardly hoped that she wouldn't ask to do what Ginger and I had done. It felt like I'd barely fit in Ginger, and if I hurt Nora somehow, particularly her vagina... the hot water would be less boiling and more volcanic.

"Thanks," I answered, sounding rather pleased. For my puppyhood to be complimented was a new thing, and it made me feel proud, even though it was simply part of what I was, like my height or my fur color. Thinking about the arrangement for a moment, I knelt down on the towel, then positioned myself on my back. "Okay," I instructed, "lie down on my belly, facing my feet."

Nora was already a step or two ahead of me, arranging her lighter weight on my chest and stomach. I reached up with my hands to make sure she didn't accidentally kick my head. While she was still a little shorter than me, we soon found a decent position. "No biting," I said, laying the ground rules for both of us. "We're done when the tub is full, or when one of us says stop. Otherwise... we do what we want. Okay?"

I couldn't see Nora's fascinated eyes on my cock, already throbbing hard and starting to seep anew, but I could feel her nod, indicating her agreement.

Drawing in a steadying breath, I gently parted her legs, revealing her lupine mound to me, and ran my tongue over the soft, pliable surface. She'd drank so much water that the remaining dampness didn't have too much of a taste, although the texture of that skin against my tongue was alluring, and from the soft shakes Nora was making, she seemed to find it ticklish.

My next attempt was belayed when she brought her tongue to my own pointed tip; I gasped and my body briefly clenched at the feeling of her warm, wet tongue caressing the tip of my sensitive penis, licking off the bead of clear liquid that had emerged following that clench.

I felt a second lick, then a third, each one with growing enthusiasm. When her hands came up to gently grip my shaft below the tip, I broke out of my shock. Reaching between her spread thighs with my hands, I teased apart her mound a bit with my thumbs, stiffened my tongue, and tried to push it inside the way I had my finger, earlier. She tasted different deeper inside, in a way I couldn't define or describe. But she was also tight, such that I could barely get farther than the nub of her mound before hitting stiff resistance.

Remembering now what I'd done with my finger, I freed one hand to reach down my chest, sneaking in between her delightfully warm and sensuous licks to smear some of that sticky liquid on my forefinger, then brought it back to her mound. We'd agreed that we were largely free to do what we wanted, after all.

Smearing it around her folds, I applied gentle pressure. As before, my finger slid through the tight band of resistance more readily than my tongue had, and I started working it in and out of her, gently loosening that tight grip.

Nora was not idle, either. Her tail arched up reflexively as my finger slid into her young cunny, and her licks of my puppyhood soon escalated to her putting most of the tip in her mouth, stroking the sides with her fingers that were already slick with my seeping juices. The filling of the tub had been entirely ignored by now as we tended to each other, the splashing of water not quite drowning out our own sounds of delight.

After a little while, I braved adding a second finger to my first, and was amazed at how readily her vagina accepted that, her puffy mound spreading without issue. Finally, pulling out one finger but leaving one slightly inside to keep her open, I extended my tongue again, and this time lapped directly into her warm heat, tasting the slickness that had slowly been growing within that hidden tunnel.

The taste and the regular clenching around my tongue, combined with the utter naughtiness of what we were doing, was bringing me close to my peak. From her impressed sound, I gathered she had seen the swelling of the knot I now knew I had, bulging around the base of my erection. In short order, her hands included that in her regular strokes of my penis, while the first inch or two was within her muzzle, her tongue bathing it with its warm heat.

Hooking my hands around the front of her hips, I drew her mound firmly to my muzzle, my lupine tongue stroking along the entirety of her young depths, drawing out every drop of her slick inner liquid down my throat. I knew I was close, and I was determined to have her experience the same feeling. Hooking my left forearm over her hips just above her curled tail, I freed up my right hand so I could rub the top of the Y of her of her sex, pressing it against the firm entry of my tongue. I hadn't yet understood the significance or even the presence of the clitoris, but Nora knew it when I rubbed against it with my fingers.

Feeling her tense, I heard her gasps for breath with a series of ascending squeaks, followed by the trembling shudder of her climax, her grip tightening almost painfully around my tongue and trapping it within.

Setting her off was all I could handle, and with my tongue gripped within her folds, I couldn't even warn her. All she got is a muffled groan from me as my body went rigid underneath hers, and my hips reflexively lifted upwards.

Still recovering from the shock of her own unexpected immature orgasm, Nora's eyes widened again when my penis pressed another inch further into her mouth, against the rear bed of her tongue, my balls tightening against my crotch... and then I started spraying my seed into her throat in powerful pulses, unable to help myself.

The first spray went down Nora's throat before she could do anything but widen her eyes in alarm, and then she started to pull her mouth away from my unexpected thrust. Before my spurting penis was removed entirely, though, either she realized it would make a mess if she did, or that what I was spraying wasn't pee. In any event, by the third pulse I could feel her tongue licking me again, which urged out a fourth and a weak fifth before I sagged back down, spent.

Nora's clenched grip had also relaxed, and I was finally able to retract my tongue, although as tired as it was, I did have to rapidly lick up the small stream of fluid that came out of her vagina with it. We sat there, panting heavily, and I noticed that Nora's vaginal nub looked a little more swollen than it had at first... I could only hope that it would shrink back down before anybody noticed.

My cousin finally got off of me, allowing me to sit up. I could see my penis was already softening, although it would take several minutes at least for it to shrink back into my sheath while my knot was still in place. I wanted to talk about what we'd just done, but a certain noise caught my ear, and I looked back to see that the tub was almost overflowing.

While there was a drain to prevent flooding, I'd left the taps on too full, and the sound I heard was the last of the air being sucked through the drain. "Eep!" I exclaimed, and rapidly got to my feet to turn the faucets off just in the nick of time. Slowly letting out a breath, I turned to face Nora again while the tub emptied a little, and saw the way she was still looking a little dazed. "You okay?" I asked with some anxiety.

Nora started, then grinned. "Yeah," she said, and I felt that tension leave my shoulders as I released a deep breath. "That felt really good," she continued, her tail starting to wag again. "What was that you sprayed in my mouth? I know it wasn't pee."

This, unfortunately, I did not yet know. "I'm not sure," I had to concede. "But it happens when I feel... really good. Like when you clenched all around my tongue," I pointed out with a lupine grin.

Nora seemed only slightly disappointed, but also took my word that I didn't know. "It was strange," she told me, "but it was... also sorta good." Her mischievous grin returned as she brought her hands forward, stroked them up my still-visible penis, then licked the tips of her fingerpads. "Finger lickin' good," she declared.

Groaning, I shook my head and started gathering my clothes to put them back on. "That was terrible ," I told her, although I had to admit it was a little funny. I'd just gotten my pants on when I felt the house shiver, and realized I heard voices. "Into the tub!" I said with a quiet urgency, and Nora didn't need a second reminder, sliding into the soapy water with a splash. Pulling my shirt on, I picked up the towel on the floor and realized that for everything to line up, that was going to have to be enough.

I'd just helped her back out and had the large towel draped around her, drying her off when my mom came around the corner, followed a moment later by my aunt.

While there were some pointed questions, our story held up - I'd been playing with Nora, I tickled her too much, she had an accident, and I gave her a bath to clean up afterwards. My mom seemed a little doubtful, but my aunt was impressed, which won my mother over.

Whatever Nora and I tried next time, I knew that we'd have to be far more careful next time. As fun as what we were doing was, getting caught would... well, it wasn't worth thinking about.

Besides, I had something else to think about:

I can't wait to tell Ginger.