The Cottage by lookin2please
True Story, Consensual Sex, pornography, Incest, Reluctance

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

Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the preceding three days, Cam convinced everyone to result him behind on their shopping slip into town, claiming a rest was in social club. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the rest of the good afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an jiffy he tried to cover his moistness, naked body with the plethora of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower trading floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in nominal head of him, and both his hands shooting down in a ill-chosen effort to conceal his genitalia.

Emily's cute, midget, oval boldness turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green optic fixated on what lay behind his script. Cam could enjoin by her thin, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one handwriting in presence of his humanness as he lunged forward to grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the exhibitor onto the old, moist rug in front man of him.

Just a metrical foot from the exhibitioner orifice, Emily didn't budge.

The bungalow had just one toilet. It was not a good deal larger than a press, but there was enough room for a toilet, sink and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just eminent enough that you would only be able to see someone's school principal from the out-of-door 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 storey where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his youthful cousin-german, having just graduated high school. She was a gorgeous Brigham Young woman - tall, athletic yet slender flesh, with a mellow hip-flare that accentuated her flimsy breaking ball through the second joint and bum, bronzed tegument, those lechatelierite green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair's-breadth and the most paying attention c-cup breasts - all contained within a red lounge suit polkadot bikini.

"Emily - you can't be in here."Cam's feel was matter-of-fact. If anyone else was there, he was in big trouble.

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

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

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

She looked down to the floor, redness growing on her cheeks, dashing hopes obvious on her brass.

"Look,"Cam continued,"person is going to observe you're in here, and I will get in tons of trouble if they do and I don't flush you out. So can you please maltreat out ? We can lecture more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a unquiet, yet reassuring smile. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urges and finding yourself doing irrational number thing. A quick computer storage, of him watching his own Aunt in an outdoor shower while on holiday in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single apparent movement, straits still facing the level, she spun around and drearily strode out the door.

Relieved, Cam closed the door and leaned up against it, taking livestock of himself. In all the commotion he didn't bill that his putz had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waistline. Before entering his sleeping accommodation he did a quick survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no cars in the private road, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must've found an excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no mark of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The elbow room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand slope, some pictures of waterscape on the walls and a diminished wardrobe in the left corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the thin drape, it smelt frowsty - the humid air doing its work to the linen. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather gaudy squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the prototype of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his mind. He had always found his cousin-german attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew older. She had caught him, to a greater extent than a few times, returning the favour during this Holocene epoch bungalow head trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed organic structure - 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 girl - touch her, osculate her, strip her, even fuck her. His peter grew hard as these thoughts danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a tiff, and haven't had sex in workweek, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make for sure the door was closed and wrapped a script around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a min or two when he felt someone else ascent onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same Pres Young womanhood from the toilet, this time completely raw. Her hard nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to stare directly into his eyes. He could feel her warmth against the head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to throw back tears,"I can't supporter myself."

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

But Jesus Christ, he thought as he shot a coup d'oeil down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan note from their two-piece top, her articulatio coxae and crotch the tan stemma from her bottoms. Her pussy, barely in horizon, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

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

She wrapped her fingers around his penis, feeling its heat against her medal, a quick grin flashing across her look - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her frail come to drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his tool with her script, then, with slightly more authority, brought her early hired hand to join in.

Cam was lost in transport. He placed his hired hand on her lenient, polish skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his face. Without words she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front line of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his finger's breadth into her puss.

It was the tightest snatch he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been unable to fit Sir Thomas More than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to throw two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth open wide - her organic structure squeezing down hard on his digit, her coxa 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 free hand to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her receptive mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by lustfulness - he didn't care who could come up walking through that door - he was taking this little girl right here, properly now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out spit, her cheek and eyes now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to expect 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 pilus, pulled her head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her back and climbed on top of her. Looking into her center, he lined his cock up to her pussy, feeling the tingling superstar of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her belittled chest moving up and down with each breath. Her oculus looked directly into his. She spread her ramification wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest kitty-cat he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice suitcase was around his cock, gripping it fiercely as he began to motion in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capacity - her button spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her rear.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to accommodate his cock. In no fourth dimension, he felt her neck. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming muckle of moans, moan and long branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful jabbing into her. The sound of slapping shape grew to its peak. The smell of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a brief mo he thought about pulling out, about doing the properly affair, but he was lost to this moment, to his fleshly desires. He already crossed the stock, why stop there.

With a final jab, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst subject. Her implements of war and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking flush, her expression turned to a confused feeling as he came inside her, it was clearly the world-class clip anyone had done that to her. She could feel his rooster spurting sperm into her previously virginal uterus.

As the two unconvincing lovers fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the manifest sound of a door end downstairs.

"Emily ? ! ? ! Are you feeling better honey ?"

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