“Hold his legs up like this and I’ll clean his bum,” said Frank, rinsing the sponge. With an extra squirt of washing up liquid directly at the boy’s anus, Frank washed him carefully, his finger scratching the crinkled opening on purpose which was rewarded with a groan.
Leslie looked up at her cousin and smiled a little. “Your thing’s getting kinda large Bri!”
“How old is he?” asked Frank
“Nineteen.”
“Wow, he’s enormous for nineteen,” said Frank, running the sponge up and down the boy’s shaft. Neither teen seemed to object and Frank was pleased they had crossed that hurdle. Frank looked down and checked her gloves were clean. “Help me keep his cock and balls up out of the way and I’ll just finish off here.”
Frank took one leg while Leslie grabbed his balls to allow Frank full access and he once again intruded into the boy’s anus and felt the contractions around his finger. The water dripping off the area was clean so he brought the boys legs down and helped him place his feet on a reasonably clean area.
“Can you make sure his foreskin is clean, Leslie? I’m going to change the water.”
“His what?”
“Foreskin, the top of his penis. We want to make sure he hasn’t got any dirt in there.”
“It looks clean from here.”
“No you need to pull it back and check. Take hold of it here and pull down,” said Frank, touching the boy’s throbbing cock.
Leslie carefully took hold of the thin layer of skin and giggled as it slid downwards. The inside was indeed filthy and while Frank looked pleased with himself for thinking of it, Leslie went to work and cleaned him with her slippery, gloved fingers. Brian groaned and squirmed, rising slightly off the bench until the pain in his shoulder became too much. Frank walked towards the cabin, realising that his cock too was fully erect and he couldn’t have cared less. As he got inside the smell of the shit on his body became offensive and he hurried to fill the basin with water and get back outdoors. However, the sight of Leslie kneeling in front of her cousin and cleaning his cock was pure poetry and he savored every minute. His own cock throbbed against the cutlery drawer as she alternated between water and wiping. Deciding that both of the two teens were somewhat at his mercy he walked outside, his cock leading the way by six point five inches. As he approached he saw that Leslie was having trouble getting her fingers wrapped all the way around the boy’s stiff member and also recognized that look on the boy’s face of impending orgasm.
“That should be enough, Leslie.”
“Huh?”
“It’s clean.” She looked up to speak and reached out to take the basin. Slipping slightly on the grass she missed the basin and reached out instead to brace her fall. She bumped against Brian’s knee and landed almost directly in the middle of the pile of clothes.
“Oh fuck! No! Oh shit!” she screamed as Brian’s underwear stuck to her buttocks. Both Brian and Frank laughed at her bad luck making her angrier by the minute until Brian suddenly stopped and screamed in pain. She stood and peeled off the filthy garment, throwing it further away out of range.
“Don’t they teach you any other words at school?”
“What?” asked Leslie angrily.
“Most of the time you swear like a trooper.”
She looked up at him. “Sorry, it’s just that, you know, today isn’t turning out to be the greatest day, right?”
“OK, it is certainly an unusual day for all of us, but it will have a happy ending.”
Leslie smiled, looking briefly at Brian. “Sorry, you’ve been very helpful. And so kind to us.” She looked down at the man’s half-erect cock, gazing longer than would be considered polite. He stepped towards her and opened his arms. She understood and moved against him and as he wrapped his arms around her he kissed her forehead.
“I promise. We’ll get you back safe and sound,” he said, letting her go, pleased with another hurdle out of the way. He realised that they were both naked, covered in filth and no doubt smelled very bad, but nevertheless they had cuddled quite happily. He looked down at Brian who had leaned back with his eyes closed. “He really does have a nice cock, doesn’t he?”
“Why do you say that, that’s kinda weird isn’t it for a guy to say?”
“Not really. It’s very big for his age, and it’s a classic shape. It’s like a classic breast, or bum.”
Leslie smiled. “If you say so.”
“Turn round, I’ll clean your legs up.”
Without question, Leslie turned and Frank rinsed her legs off with the warm water. Her buttocks were firm, without a trace of fat, muscular to his touch just as he thought they would be. Brian opened his eyes and watched as Frank ran the sponge between her legs, across her anus and up over her clit. She wobbled slightly and groaned at his touch. Leaving the sponge in the basin he took the bar of soap and pushed it between her legs, using his fingers to get soap in between her buttocks and over her pussy. She leaned down slightly as he worked.
“That feels good, right?”
“Mmm,” she said smiling as she noted that both cocks had become fully hard. “You can do that all day,” she said then brought her hand to her mouth, giggling. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean that!”
“It’s OK, it’s a natural reaction. You feel petty aroused, right?”
She was silent, her eyes closed as she held onto his shoulder for balance. Each stroke of his fingers reduced her embarrassment and reluctance to respond, until she grinned down at him. “Yeah. Your fingers feel good.” He slid his middle finger along the valley between her pussy lips and up to her clit. She groaned in appreciation and he moved back and forth, alternating with fingers, water and soap bar.
“Part your legs a little more Leslie, bend over and hold your knees,” he said, smiling in the direction of Brian who was watching in awe. “You can do this for her once you’re mended!” he said, feeling the silkiness of her pussy lips. His fingers moved back over her buttocks and dug in before exploring the valley between. He very briefly slid a finger over her anus and was surprised there was no objection. Pushing a little harder he ran his finger along the length of the valley from her vagina past her anus and up to the small of her back. She purred with pleasure so he varied his cleaning, moving from anus to clit and back again until she shuffled to signal she needed something different. “There, now you’re super-clean.” He rinsed her off again and playfully slapped her buttocks. “All done. Do you feel up to cleaning me off?”
Leslie didn’t answer but took hold of the sponge, wet it and positioned herself behind Frank. He parted his legs a little to give her access.
“This is so weird,” she said, rubbing the backs of his knees.
“Start at the top so the water flows down.”
She rubbed carefully and slowly got closer to his buttocks, then without warning pushed hard between his legs and wiped his balls. Moving quickly she rinsed him off and even gave his stiff aching cock a quick wipe to make sure it was clean. Brian was smiling at their efforts but careful to sit to minimize the pain in his shoulder.
“Thank you,” said Brian, his chest struggling with the effort.
“For what?” asked Frank
“For looking after us. You didn’t have to do anything. You could have left us down there but you’ve been so kind.”
“No, I wouldn’t do that.”
Leslie stepped up to Frank and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her nipples brushing his chest. “That’s from us, to you!” she said happily as his cock pushed against her stomach.
Frank smiled at the thought and motioned for Brian to try and get up. The boy’s limbs were aching now and it was with considerable effort and pain that he managed to get into the cabin and through to the bedroom. Frank pulled back the sheet and spread out two bin liners to protect the mattress. After helping him lie down on the bed, Frank went through to the kitchen to see if he had any bandages.
Leslie looked at Brian and grimaced at the sight.
“I wou
ld have died without you two,” said Brian.
“You really smashed your head you know.”
“Yeah, it hurts like crazy.” Leslie sat on the side of the bed and stroked his leg.
“So much for our romantic holiday.”
“Romantic?”
“Yeah, we were going to spend all three days naked in the tent.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I mean it. Now we’re naked but can’t do anything” Her fingers travelled higher up towards his groin and his cock bobbed up expectantly. She reached out and ran a finger along its length. “It does get quite big, right?”
“I dunno, same as most guys I think.”
She took him between two fingers and pulled his foreskin down. He groaned loudly, his member swelling rapidly once again. She pulled it back up then pulled it down again, half an inch, just like Frank had shown her. “God this is so cool, playing with this!”
“Oh Les!” he hissed as Frank wandered back in.
“You’re going to have to let him come sometime or he’ll go crazy.”
“I just need to sleep,” said Brian, genuinely worn out.
“OK, so let’s try to bandage your cuts, and then make sure you can get some sleep.” He cut the bandage into strips and made a reasonable effort of patching up the bigger gashes. With a smaller plaster or two on the smaller cuts, Frank moved the boy more fully onto the bed and parted his legs. There was extensive bruising and lacerations on his inner thighs and a nasty looking bruise on his left shin.
“OK, that seems to be about all. Time to get some sleep,” said Frank, taking the remaining bandages into the kitchen. Leslie stroked the boy’s leg again, her fingers trailing up to his balls. She grabbed his scrotum and pulled very lightly. Brian shot up off the bed and shrieked in pain.
“Oh jeeze that bleedin hurt!”
“But I only pulled it gently,” she replied as Frank came back in.
“What happened?”
“It felt like glass in my balls when she touched me!”
Frank looked confused but leaned down over him, wondering why there was a sudden pain in that area. “Oh wait, I see something, look here!” he said to Leslie. She leaned down while Brian strained to see what they were looking at.
“Where?” she asked.
Frank carefully stretched the young boy’s scrotum and pointed with his finger. “Here, it looks like a thorn from those brambles” Leslie poked around and agreed that there was something there. She also found another two thorns at the junction of his right leg and his sack, just about where the bramble had been when she found him by the river.
Brian shook his head slowly as his cock once again hardened with Leslie’s touch. “Please, just pull them out,” he pleaded.
“We’d better do it now as the light will fade soon,” said Frank, pulling his balls to one side to give a better view.
“I can get them, I have little fingers and some nails,” said Leslie, leaning closer. “If you can stretch him out a bit then that’ll make it easier.” So while Frank pulled his sack to stretch the skin, Leslie leaned down, inches from his cock and picked at the thorn with her nails, teasing it out from under his skin. She cheered as it came free and Brian exhaled loudly. Frank was interested to notice the faint trace of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of the teen’s cock. He relaxed his grip on the boy’s sack and pulled his balls and cock away from the location of the next two thorns which appeared to be larger and deeper than the first. The little girl leaned between her cousin’s legs and gripped the first thorn between thumb and forefinger. Brian squirmed as the pain increased once again but was elated as she showed him the result of her work.
The boy’s cock was absolutely rigid with pleasure and expectation, bobbing on its own even while four hands worked inches from his manhood. She looked down to her right and saw that Frank’s cock was also hard, resting on the side of the bed. She turned slightly as though trying to find a better angle and slipped her fingers between her own legs, delighted to feel the wetness of her pussy lips and their aroused state. She wiped her fingers on the bed sheet and took less than a minute to remove the last thorn. She looked up at Brian with pleasure, hesitated, then bent down and kissed his cock down towards the junction of his balls.
“Now you can get some sleep!” she said. Brian reached out and pulled her closer, caressing her tight naked buttocks with his free hand. She leaned down and gently kissed his lips before walking into the kitchen to throw the thorns down the sink.
Chapter 4
After waiting for a few minutes to make sure Brian fell asleep, they walked out into the garden and moved the bench seat away from the filth on the ground before sluicing it down with cold water. Still naked, they sat quietly and watched the trees swaying in the breeze and the birds busy hunting for food in the undergrowth. Leslie explained about the romantic trip she had planned for the three days and how Brian’s fall that afternoon had ruined everything. Her explanation was punctuated by increasing deep breaths until Frank turned to her and saw that she was crying. He reached out and pulled her to his side, consoling her with cuddles and light kisses to her head.
“Hey, there there. It’ll be OK” soothed Frank.
“It’s messed up. Now all we can do is go home and he’ll go back to Kansas. End of story.”
“You have tonight here with him, that’s the same as being at the campsite.”
“He’s out cold. Poor boy.” She sobbed and Frank pulled her closer. “Oh I’m so sorry, I’m really very grateful for your help.”
“No problem,” he said as his cock filled rapidly. He knew she was staring at it and in earlier days his increasing erection might have been a source of embarrassment but he ignored it and hoped that Leslie would watch it grow and shrink without being concerned. “It’s funny if you think about accidents. They never have just one cause, it’s almost always a result of lots of little things going wrong.”
She didn’t answer but wiped her nose on the back of her hand and leaned up.
“So why was he vomiting red and yellow lumps?” asked Frank, hugging her a little closer.
“The red stuff is the berries that we found. Maybe the yellow is breakfast?”
“You ate wild berries?” asked Frank incredulously
Leslie shrugged. “I know, just don’t lecture me.”
“But that’s so basic.”
“Please, I know, OK?” said Leslie defensively.
“So how come you haven’t been sick?”
“He had way more than me, there were so many on the bushes. I wasn’t too happy about the taste though.”
“Guess why there were so many on the bushes?” Leslie shrugged and turned away. “Because the birds know not to eat them. So, bad information about the berries led to him trying to be clever, which led to him pooping his pants, both of you falling and him having a major accident.”
They were silent for several minutes although Leslie nestled closer to Frank. She looked at the extent of the grass, the flower borders, the pile of filthy clothing and Frank’s cock which changed size and shape almost constantly.
“Is there anything I can do round your cabin to help, maybe some cleaning?” she offered.
“We could clean the windows outside. That would be really helpful.”
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