Loving Cousin

With his shaft only inches from my face, I had the urge to lick him like an ice cream cone. On impulse, I leaned forward and slowly licked the soft spot, where the head met the shaft. All at once, the base of his shaft quivered in my hand and he reached up to grab hold of the towel rack for support.

"Yes," he groaned.

A clear liquid leaked from his opening and on impulse again, I moved forward and extended my tongue for a quick taste. I was rewarded with a moan as he shuddered again. It didn't taste bad, not too different from my own slick arousal.

When his breathing became more labored, I sat back so I could see the final result of my efforts. His balls were no longer sitting loose in his sack. Instead, they were pulling up toward his body. The clear fluid pooled on the top, dripping down his shaft, and making my hands slide easily against his skin. When he held his breath again, I watched as he strained, turning his face red.

"Now," he panted. "Oh, yes. Oh, Kate..." He held onto the