Maybe, but a hand distracts her

Heather was reaching for the hem of the black shirt, ready to try and pull it over her enormous tits, when a small warm hand suddenly grabbed the base of her dick. The thick shaft, which had been resting at half-mast, immediately surged back to full hardness, moving so quickly it slapped against Heather's toned belly. A new wave of pleasure blasted through her, instantly making her orgasm again. Both her cunt and cock sprayed their fluids, the former soaking her thighs while her pearly cum splashed onto her shaking tits. A fresh scream of surprise elation ripped its way out of the brunette's throat, only to be muffled by another hand covering her mouth.

"What's this? Has my little cousin been hiding something? Is this what has Uncle Anton so worried?" Heather slowly turned her head to see her older cousin Jenny's face sitting just above her shoulder. "Why does little Heather have a fat, cumming dick?"

"Jenny, sto-aahh!" Heather begged, dick still firing. She heard the older woman giggling as her body continued to spasm before finally calming down. She immediately pulled herself away and spun to face the still laughing woman.

"Jenny, what the fuck are you doing?!" she yelled, furious and just a little horny. Her cousin had always been the woman she wanted to be: pretty, sure of herself, a hot body, tall, and mature. Although now, Heather was actually an inch or two taller. Her ass and thighs were much bigger as well, not to mention her tits, the one thing the two cousins had shared common ground on before. All the older girl had now was age, experience, confidence, maturity...a husband...okay, there was a lot she still had that Heather didn't.

"Oh, little Heather's got some spunk. In a couple ways," Jenny said, playing with a bit of the futa's cum with one hand and brushing her dark brown hair back with the other.

"Don't touch that, it's dangerous!" Heather exclaimed, reaching for the darker brunette, who quickly reached out and grabbed her erect shaft.

"What was that? Were you saying something, little cuz?" Jenny asked, reveling in the strained expression on the younger woman's face.

"Please don't, it's too sensit-mmph!" the caught futa tried to say, her eyes screwing shut when Jenny squeezed her cock just a little harder.

"You know, I was only going to come in here to make sure you were alright. Figured you could use someone to talk to. But when I heard you were quarantined, I knew I really had to see why. I guess you grew a little cock, huh? Though it's not really so little, I can barely get my hand around it."

"Jenny, please, you need to leave," Heather finally managed to gasp out. "I'm infected with whatever's out there, I might infect you too!" Jenny's firm grip lessened just a little and Heather hoped she would let go entirely and save herself from whatever virus the futa had.