The cottage by lookin2please
True taradiddle, Consensual Sex, erotica, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower curtain and reached for the first grubby-looking, John Brown towel he could find, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusty and hard as he rubbed it against his skin, almost as if it had never been washed. He smiled regardless - he had the cottage to himself this afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his begetter build a deck for the by three daylight, Cam convinced everyone to forget him behind on their shopping tripper into town, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the cascade moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would pass the balance of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

Having tolerated the towel scratching him for long enough, Cam snapped back the shower bath pall.

scare struck him violently - his eyes never felt so wide in his skull.

Standing just beyond the shower pall was Emily.

In an trice he tried to underwrite his damp, naked body with the overplus of a towel he was furiously clutching in his bridge player - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front end of him, and both his workforce shooting down in a unwieldy exploit to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, diminutive, oval face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal William Green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could narrate by her thin, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peep.

getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one hand in front of his manhood as he lunged forward to catch the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower onto the old, damp rug in front of him.

Just a foot from the shower gap, Emily didn't budge.

The bungalow had just one lavatory. It was not much larger than a wardrobe, but there was enough room for a toilet, sump and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the rain shower stall, just high up enough that you would only be able to see mortal's head teacher from the remote looking in. Normally, Cam felt cramped in there, right now he felt near claustrophobic.

"What are you doing in here ? !"Cam asked anxiously.

Emily, rooted to the base where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his immature first cousin, having just graduated richly school. She was a gorgeous Brigham Young woman - tall, athletic yet slender human body, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the second joint and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal dark-green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most attentive c-cup knocker - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot bikini.

"Emily - you can't be in here."Cam's step was pragmatical. If anyone else was there, he was in big trouble.

After a few more mo of muteness, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

He wasn't sure why, but in his mind he knew exactly what she was talking about. A new wave of anxiety rushed over him. He felt it in his loins.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the lav and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a Thomas Young child.

She looked down to the storey, redness growing on her cheeks, letdown obvious on her face.

"flavour,"Cam continued,"someone is going to notice you're in here, and I will get in tons of trouble if they do and I don't kick you out. So can you delight step out ? We can talk more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a nervous, yet reassuring smile. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate impulse and finding yourself doing irrational things. A quick memory, of him watching his own aunt in an out-of-door shower while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single gesture, head still facing the story, she spun around and drearily strode out the room access.

Relieved, Cam closed the door and leaned up against it, taking line of himself. In all the ruckus he didn't notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the lavatory, towel firmly secure around his shank. Before entering his bedroom he did a ready survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no machine in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must've found an exculpation for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no signal of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his chamber and closed the door. The room was diminished, just big enough for a tabby bed to fit in the midway with two tiny end table on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right face, some motion picture of seascapes on the paries and a small closet in the left corner. Despite the resplendent sunlight shining in through the tenuous curtains, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its body of work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather meretricious squeaking dissonance as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the image of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his psyche. He had always found his cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew one-time. She had caught him, More than a few times, returning the party favour during this recent cottage slip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed body - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was wrong, but he kept thinking to himself that in that moment, he could've done anything he wanted to that girlfriend - ghost her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His dick grew hard as these sentiment danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a fuss, and haven't had sex in hebdomad, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to progress to certainly the doorway was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a minute or two when he felt someone else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his eyes to do it it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same young woman from the bathroom, this time completely nude. Her gruelling nipple caressed his peel as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his eyes. He could palpate her heat against the top dog of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to have back weeping,"I can't help myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to fuck this girl ; but he was married, this was his cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any indorsement.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glimpse down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan lines from their Bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan contrast from her bottoms. Her pussy, barely in purview, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling hired hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her hand up to the base of his cock. It was the most careful and delicate of touches, like a assuage whisper against his skin. Her fingers met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingers around his phallus, feeling its warmheartedness against her laurel wreath, a quick smile flashing across her aspect - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her delicate bear on drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her deal, then, with slightly more sureness, brought her former hand to join in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his deal on her soft, fluent cutis and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to work over so her bum was in short letter with his font. Without quarrel she obliged, still stroking his rooster. Once in battlefront of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingers into her kitty-cat.

It was the soused kitty-cat he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been unable to fit more than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to bemuse two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth overt wide - her torso squeezing down hard on his fingers, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his cock.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his loose handwriting to take hold of Emily by the book binding of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't care who could come walking through that door - he was taking this daughter right here, properly now.

She gagged on his peter. He pulled her back up. She spat out spittle, her face and eyes now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to look back at him - she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. He pushed her back down on his dock. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his cock and, manus still gripping her hair, pulled her heading towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her book binding and climbed on top of her. Looking into her optic, he lined his cock up to her kitty-cat, feeling the tingling maven of her pubic haircloth touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small boob moving up and down with each intimation. Her middle looked directly into his. She spread her pegleg wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the stringent pussycat he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice traveling bag was around his putz, gripping it fiercely as he began to motion in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capability - her clit bed covering across the girth of his phallus. This drove him wild - forcing his intensiveness to rise. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her dorsum.

Cam steadily built upper, feeling her cunt slowly adjusting to hold his peter. In no fourth dimension, he felt her cervix uteri. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of groan, moan and tenacious limb wrapping themselves around him. He began to get laid her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful thrust into her. The speech sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The smell of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a brief bit he thought about pulling out, about doing the correct thing, but he was lost to this import, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the course, why stop there.

With a final thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst open. Her blazon and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking peak, her look turned to a confused tone as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting spermatozoan into her previously virgin uterus.

As the two unlikely buff fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the apparent auditory sensation of a room access conclusion downstairs.

"Emily ? ! ? ! Are you feeling ameliorate dear ?"

Cherie, his aunt - Emily's mother - was coming up the stairs .