Lucy

Forrest Young

Excerpt:

After a few seconds of debating silence I finally confessed to him what I caught him doing that night he stayed with us a few weeks ago.

"Oh, Jesus," he exclaimed, turning his head and covering his eyes with his hand.

"I don't want you to feel embarrassed about it," I said desperately.

"Well, I am," he said as he turned to face me again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been doing anything like that there."

"What are you sorry about?" I asked.

He looked at me with a confused gaze, surprised that I would even have to ask him something like that. "Because you saw me doing something that you shouldn't have seen me do."

"I didn't mind," I said, smiling shyly, trying to put him at ease.

I wanted to tell him that I even enjoyed it, but I wasn't sure if he could handle hearing that.

"I suppose you saw what I was looking at, too?"

"Yeah, I did," I answered quietly, not being able to contain the broad smile that was covering my face.

"Oh, Jesus!" he exclaimed, louder and more abruptly this time. "Stop looking at me!" he demanded as he couldn't help but smile in embarrassment, his hand once again covering his face. "I suppose you're never gonna let me live this down."

"I didn't tell you what I saw to rub it in your face," I explained, suppressing a giggle at the obvious analogy I'd inadvertently made.

"Then why are you bringing it up?" he asked, uncovering his face and looking at me defensively.

I sat there for a few seconds in silent deliberation, then finally blurted out my intention. "I want you to teach me how to stroke a boy's cock."

His eyes suddenly widened in total shock, completely speechless from hearing my request. He looked at me like he was thinking I must be someone else, those words couldn't possibly have come from the mouth of his sweet little cousin.