Waking up the next morning was a little odd. In a little over twenty four hours my relationship with my cousin Abby had gone from friendship to being naked together and masturbating in front of each other. My mind was reeling from the delicious memories of the night before, and the most enjoyable wank I had had in a very long time. I had woken up with morning glory and beneath the covers, I started to play with it. I decided I wanted to relive last night with a memory wank before I got out of bed. I thought about Abby's gorgeous bottom and legs and imagined sliding my cock into her pussy from behind, wanking my hard cock slowly. I wanted to fuck her so badly. Maybe she felt the same way? Maybe.
Abby stirred and I froze instinctively. I heard her get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Now what do I do? Can I finish my wank before she returns? What would happen is she caught me? What could she say after last night? I sat up in bed, cock like a pole.
Abby wasn't long at all. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I was waking up anyway."
"Coffee?"
"Yes please?"
She moved to the dresser and busied herself with the travel kettle. I admired her figure from behind and squeezed my throbbing erection under the covers. Presently, she set both steaming cups down on the little table beside my bed.
"Shift up a bit!" She commanded, making it clear she intended to snuggle in next to me.
She climbed in next to me, and I sat up to receive the coffee. This was torture. My erection was going nowhere and now she was lying right next to me and sipping coffee, completely unaware of it.
"Are you OK about what we did last night?" I ventured.
"Yes, I wouldn't have done it otherwise. Are you OK?"
"Yes, it was horny as fuck."
"Would you do it again?"
"Absolutely, you?"
"Yes, except..."
"Except what?"
"Was it enough for you? Because it left me wanting to do more..."
I knew that feeling! I wanted to do everything I could imagine and more. I wanted to fuck her again and again. I wanted to drown her with my cum and bury my face in her wet cunt.
"I think I'd like more too," was all I actually said.
"I have a proposal to make. We're both grown adults. We're both free agents. What happens on holiday stays on holiday. No strings. No questions. No regrets. Does that work for you?"
"Yes, that works for me, but what happens if one of us pulls?"
"The other one has to accept it. No strings."