The overwhelming sensation was simply too much. Gwen felt her climax almost nearing.
“Ben, I’m coming!” she cried out, not caring if anyone heard—or even saw—them.
“Yeah, me too,” he grunted, as he picked up the pace.
“Ben, not inside!” she protested.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this under control,” he replied, and with one final thrust, groaned as both of them went rigid and came together, him inside of her.
“Now where are those two?” Lily muttered worriedly, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, it’s been quite a while…” added Verdona.
“What? It’s only been thirty minutes. What could happen in thirty minutes between two very close cousins, all alone and unsupervised in a humongous park?” Oh crap, Ken thought, I gotta stop saying the dumbest things.
Lily stared daggers at him and looked back into the open with a concerned expression.
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Ken said, patting her back, “Ben is a very good kid and I trust him with my sister’s life. In fact, there’s no one else I could trust to be with her.”
“Yeah. I trust Ben, too. He’s become a fine young man,” chimed Lily softly, a stray tear rolling down her cheek.
Ben and Gwen laid on the park grass, sweating buckets and pa...