Summer Heat Ignites Forbidden Desires in Two Young Hearts in the Coastal Town of Rayfills

It was the middle of the afternoon and Jacob was pissed. The unrelenting sun beat down on his head and the moisture laden air made every breath a displeasing chore. His muscled torso was covered with beads of sweat that glistened on his dark skin and the hair on his chest and belly lay plastered against him. It was a typical summer day in the small town of Rayfills and Jacob was pissed.
But it wasn't the heat that was pissing him off; nor was it the humidity. It was the fact that his young, easily excitable cock was hard as steel, straining against the insides of his briefs. The tent in his pants was noticeable, but he didn't care. There was no one around to see him, anyway; especially not his girlfriend who put him in this state and then took off. Jacob hated a lot of things in the world- cheap beer, bad westerns, skinny bimbos- but he didn't hate anything more than not having a well satisfied prick.
He lounged against the steps of the front porch of his grandparent's little cottage. The power was out and it was unbearable inside. At least out here the breeze coming in from the ocean helped cool him, somewhat, though it did nothing to lessen the discomfort in his pants.
He sighed as the anger eventually faded out of him, even as the discomfort remained. Jacob could never be angry for too long with anyone but he was young and almost always horny. He wondered if he should just shuck his pants and go skinny-dipping; no one ever came to Rayfills and the beach near his grandparent's place was almost always deserted.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust on the parched ground and a light layer of grit settled on Jacob's skin. That decided him. He ran towards the open stretch of sand and quickly slipped out of his jeans and briefs. Splashing his way towards sea he plunged into the waves.

Ginny was having a bad day. And that was saying something, considering how cheerful and bubbly she always stayed. She could usually find the silver lining in any situation, no matter how bad. But not today. Today was simply a very bad day.
The young brunette had come to Rayfills to stay the summer with her uncle and aunt and- most importantly- with her hot cousin, Mavis.
Ginny was straight and loved cock- the bigger the better- but she had always felt a strong attraction to her cousin. Something about the petite blonde always got Ginny's skin hot and her panties dripping. She often wondered why that was. Was it because of the taboo nature of the thing, or was she just so horny that men alone wouldn't suffice? She doubted that it was the latter. She didn't feel this about just any girl- only Mavis.
Every time Ginny thought about her firm, petite body she felt a wondrous tingling between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to pin Mavis to the bed and have her way with her. They were very good friends growing up, being only a few months apart, in age, and they had often shared a bed. Ginny had taken full advantage of the fact- coping a feel, every now and then, letting her hand accidentally brush against Mavis's chest or legs. They had been to the beach together many times wearing bikinis and Ginny had adored watching her cousin's mostly bare body.
But Mavis wasn't here.
Ginny had been sorely disappointed to find out that Mavis had gone camping with her friends and wouldn't be back for a few days. They'd still have most of the summer together, of course, but even waiting those few days was torture for Ginny.
She was alone in the house because her Uncle and Aunt had to go away to see her aunt's sister who had been in a minor accident. They had apologized profusely for leaving her alone like that, and had offered to take her along. But Ginny didn't like hospitals. She always tried to be cautious not get injured badly enough to be sent to one. The very thought of those sterile green walls and the constant smell of medicine nauseated her.
And so it was that she was all alone in the little house with nothing to do. Her thoughts kept going to Mavis and what she might be doing with her friends even at that very moment. She tried playing with herself, sliding her hands over her supple breasts, but it just didn't feel good. In

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