Down By The River Is Where I Found My Body

There was no sex involved now, other than by myself, all alone.

Our family had a riverside cabin and we went there during spring and summer. There was a lot or work that had to be done, mowing the lawn and getting things in order. The cooking situation was an outdoor kitchen, lean to, with a propane stove. There was a large cooker, for game and other big meals. The place itself was small, and had one small bathroom, just big enough to turn around in.

For showers in the summer there was an outdoor shower, behind the house. It was fed by a large fifty gallon barrel that collected rain water. In our family, anyways, rain water showers were healthier, even if it was cold outside. Male or female, you showered outside unless it was freezing.

It was that age when you start masturbating. The feeling of being naked with the outdoors all around you, and lathering up without any curtains, was revealing. Whether it was Grandpa, or Aunt Solice, it didn't matter. An outdoor shower called for discretion, averting our eyes. But that wasn't always possible when we were teens and budding out everywhere. Standing in line, with nothing but a towel, watching your cousin wash his penis.

I had new titties and I loved to lather them and get my nipples hard, if my cousin stood there watching I called out to him to avert his eyes, as I lathered my pussy. It was my cousin who decided that we should shower together, I could wash his penis and he would wash my pussy. Against the rules, but who was looking. A penis in your hand sends shivers down your back, and a boys hand in your pussy comes close to finishing you off as the rainwater trickles down your back.

I LOVED washing his penis. As long and as much as I wanted to. While he liked to wash my pussy and my tits, I was more interested in washing his penis. I didn't care that he was washing my tits. Big deal, everyone has tits, even my cousin, except he called them pecs.

You can't be normal under the rain water and my cousin would pass his penis across my pussy, or turn me around and poke my butthole. It wasn't long before he was poking my pussy and my legs opened as I stood against the wall under the shower. How he managed to get his penis in my vagina that way? But it felt good. We only did this when we knew that no one was looking.

There was no doubt then, he had a penis and I had a vagina and all the animals do it. It wasn't long before he was using his penis in my vagina, as I lay on my back on the floor of the loft with the sun coming through the round window. It didn't matter, one way or another, I was the one that had to get into position. As I was told much later by an older girl cousin, it comes with the territory.

To get back to masturbating, it is one of my favorite activities. When I do I look back on those days when we went to the riverside, and I washed his penis. I can still feel his hands in my pussy, or his hands on my titties. It was 'our' time to wake up, to get to want to get to know your body, to accept that part of the bargain, was letting him get his penis in you.