COUSIN SYDNEY 3 (F/FUTA)

This is part 3 of a five part series. I know it's been a LOOOOOONNNNNGGGG time since I posted but I've been working so hard---three series this year alone. And working thru March of next year. I got a month off so they can write more episodes so I'm trying to squeeze in typing up my writing from paper as fast as I can. Hopefully you'll refresh the story by reading the other two parts so far.

Thanks for reading.

COUSIN SYDNEY 3

The Silver Stream trailer was cool, the air conditioner working hard to keep it that way.

“So, you having fun?” Sydney asked as she walked over to the small fridge and pulling out two cans of beer.

Allie plopped down onto a couch and sighed contentedly. “Yeah.”

“Good. Here,” Sydney said, offering the beer to her cousin.

“What’s this?”

“Beer. Does a body good.”

“Really? A beer? Aunt Fran let’s you have this?” Allie asked incredulously.

“Sure. Why not?”

“But we’re underage.”

“Aww, them rules don’t mean nothin’. Do you want it or not?”

“Sure,” Allie practically shouted and grabbed the wet can. Sydney smiled and pulled the tab on her can. Allie followed. Sydney touched her can to Allie’s and gulped down a mouthful.

“Ahhhh, that’s good,” she said and belched loudly.

Allie giggled and took a sip, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She hadn’t had beer before.

“It was cool riding that ATV.”

“I bet. It vibrates you just right, huh.” Sydney giggled knowingly.

“Wha? Oh, stop,” Allie said, blushing.

“Don’t worry about it. Us girls have to get off.”

“Yeah, but you got somebody to help you.”

“You mean you never took matters into your own hands?”

“Um, well, yeah. Duh!”

Sydney howled at that and took a swig of beer. “That a girl! Now I know you want it.”

Allie sipped her beer and swallowed. “Yep. I want it. I want it bad.”

“Nuff said. What about sex do you like most?”

“Well, I haven’t had sex but I’ve seen stuff on the Internet. And I’m curious about boys.”

Sydney drained her can, crushed it into a tight ball in her rough paw and stood up. “What about ‘em? Their prods?”

“Yeah, that but I, well . . . .”

“Spit it out girl,” Sydney said as she grabbed another beer can and popped it open.

“I like balls.”

“Balls?”

“The bigger the better.”

“Hmm,” Sydney said, plopping down onto the couch, forcing Allie to steady her can from spilling. “Do you like cum?”

“Cum? Oh, boy juice.”

Sydney guffawed at that term. “Never heard that one before.”

“That’s what my girlfriends say.”

“Well, that’s city folk for ya.”

“Okay, what do you call it?” asked Allie.

“Hmm, cum, spooge, or how about dick batter.”

Now Allie guffawed and took a deep swig of her beer. “Never heard that one before either.”

“Well anyway, you like cum, boy juice. That’s good. And balls. Hell, we got s