...t?â€ť she murmured.
Ben looked at her angrily. â€śYou know what,â€ť he growled. â€śStop sending me dreams, okay? We may have fucked ourselves silly at ten years old, but you donâ€™t have to remind me.â€ť
â€śWait,â€ť Gwen sat up, revealing her shapely form. â€śYou had a dream too?â€ť
Ben nodded. â€śSo, weâ€™re both having dreams about sex when we were little?â€ť
It was Gwenâ€™s turn to nod. â€śI guess, butâ€¦â€ť she smirked, â€śyour cock was pretty big.â€ť
Benâ€™s anger returned. â€śWhat do you mean WAS? It still is!â€ť
Gwen moved her hand over to her cousinâ€™s boxer shorts. She felt his package, and Ben felt emotions stir within him.
â€śI guess it is still bigâ€¦ but I bet my breasts have grown more than your cock has!â€ť
Ben shoved her down. â€śLook, fucking then was a mistake! I could have gotten you pregnant, or Grandpa could have found out-â€ť
Gwen was pinned down by Benâ€™s strong arms on hers, but she managed to lean her head forward. â€śHe didnâ€™t. And now, weâ€™re older, andâ€¦â€ť
Ben shook his head. â€śSeriously-â€ť
Gwen frowned. â€śLook, weâ€™ve been having dreams about it! Letâ€™s give each other some closure.â€ť She licked her lips. â€śAnd plus, admit it, you want to fuck me so bad, thrust your big cock in my-â€ť
Ben growled again. â€śOkay, I do! Ever since I found out how bad Julie is in bedâ€¦...