...then that he realized that somehow, in the space of ten minutes, he was looking at his dork-of-a-cousin, his hot dork-of-a-cousin, in an entirely different light. And it made him feel good. Did that mean he loved her? It couldn't, could it? But he couldn't deny what he was feeling. There was no real way out of it. She was making him hard…and he liked it.
He snapped back to reality and made a decision. He needed to jack off. He got out of the bed quietly and, quietly, he made a break for the door. Not realizing for one moment that his cousin, Gwen, was not in her bed.
He found a nice and quiet spot and sat down; this was a spot where he could wank in peace. Wank about his cousin. Ben listened around for a second, to make sure that no-one was in the vicinity, and then un-buttoned and un-zipped his trousers, which he quickly slid to his ankles. He took his shirt off, and his boxers then followed, revealing his erection to him, which he gripped tightly.
In the distance, he thought that he heard a twig snap. He looked around for a second, and then, after deciding that no-one was there, began to wank furiously. Images of Gwen filled his head. In the midst of his pleasure, he began to call her name. Well, gasp her name would be more appropriate.