“I’m not going to be walking around with a cupful of cum.” I smiled calmly at my cousin.
“But she said it had to be fresh….” My cousin Sue was the unfortunate victim of juvenile acne – really bad acne. Evidently a friend of hers had told her about a unique cure involving male ejaculate, which had led her to me.
“I’m afraid the only way to get it is straight from the source, so to speak.” Sue and I had grown up together and shared just about everything in our lives with each other – except for this.
“Oh, that’s gross!” At least those were Sue’s words; her expression suggested she thought otherwise. “You expect me to use it right after you, you – do it?”
I watched as two nipple shadows developed on her t-shirt. “Me do it? I think not – you want it, you squeeze it.” To short circuit the argument I began to unzip my jeans. Her eyes flared wide but she wasn’t backing away or turning around. With my zipper down and button undone I looked down at her. “Well?”