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

Cam shivered as the hot piss point flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower pall and reached for the first grubby-looking, brown towel he could discover, pulling it towards him. The towel felt ill-humoured and firmly as he rubbed it against his skin, almost as if it had never been washed. He smiled regardless - he had the bungalow to himself this good afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his father establish a deck for the preceding three twenty-four hours, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping head trip into township, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the rest of the 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 middle never felt so broad in his skull.

Standing just beyond the cascade curtain was Emily.

In an instant he tried to cover up his damp, naked soundbox with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his deal - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a clumsy sweat to hold in his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, oval human face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal jet eyes fixated on what lay behind his hired hand. 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 preserve one hired hand in front of his manhood as he lunged forward to snap up the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower bath onto the old, moist rug in front man of him.

Just a ft from the exhibitor opening, Emily didn't budge.

The bungalow had just one bathroom. It was not a lot expectant than a closet, but there was plenty room for a toilet, sink and shower. There was even a windowpane tucked inside of the rain shower booth, just gamy enough that you would only be able-bodied to see someone's header from the outside 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 level where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his youngest first cousin, having just graduated senior high school school. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a senior high school hip-flare that accentuated her slight curvature through the thighs and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown whisker and the most attentive c-cup breast - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot Bikini.

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

After a few more than import of secrecy, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

He wasn't sure why, but in his judgement 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 toilet and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to bed that isn't how it works."He sounded like a Father-God scolding a immature tyke.

She looked down to the storey, redness growing on her cheek, disappointment obvious on her face.

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to point out 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 please step out ? We can lecture Thomas More once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a anxious, yet reassuring smiling. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urges and finding yourself doing irrational affair. A ready retentivity, of him watching his own aunt in an outdoor shower while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his creative thinker.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a unmarried question, capitulum still facing the floor, she spun around and drearily strode out the door.

Relieved, Cam closed the room access and leaned up against it, taking stock of himself. In all the commotion he didn't notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower act, Cam emerged from the john, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his sleeping room he did a nimble survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no cars in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the pack of cards. Emily must've found an excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his sleeping accommodation and closed the door. The room was pocket-sized, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the halfway with two tiny end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some moving-picture show of seascapes on the walls and a small closet in the left hand corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the thin drape, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linen. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking noise as he landed - and thrust away his towel.

He couldn't shake the image of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his head. He had always found his first cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew senior. She had caught him, Thomas More than a few clock time, returning the favour during this Holocene epoch cottage trip. He couldn't service 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 wrongly, but he kept thinking to himself that in that moment, he could've done anything he wanted to that girl - hint her, osculate her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these sentiment danced through his headway. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a bicker, and haven't had sex in workweek, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make for certain the door was closed and wrapped a script around his shaft.

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 up his eyes to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Lapplander unseasoned woman from the can, this time completely naked. Her hard nipples caressed his pelt as she pulled herself up his dresser, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his eyes. He could feel her heat against the head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to hold back tears,"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-german - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any instant.

But the Nazarene, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky bosom showed the tan rail line from their bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her bottoms. Her pussy, barely in horizon, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a vibration hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her hand up to the stem of his hammer. It was the most deliberate and delicate of contact, like a gentle whisper against his pelt. Her finger met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her digit around his penis, feeling its warmth against her medallion, a agile grinning flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her delicate touch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly more self-assurance, brought her early handwriting to join in.

Cam was lost in hug drug. He placed his hand on her diffuse, legato skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to plough over so her bum was in line with his aspect. Without Word she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front of him, Cam parted her pegleg slightly and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

It was the tightest pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was sealed that he would've been ineffectual to fit more than than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to have two in.

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

Unable to focus, she released his rooster.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his release hand to seize Emily by the back of the neck opening and pushed her unfold mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't care who could arrive walking through that door - he was taking this female child right here, rectify now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her typeface and optic now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to search back at him - she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. He pushed her back down on his wharf. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his prick and, hand still gripping her hair, pulled her head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her binding and climbed on top of her. Looking into her optic, he lined his stopcock up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small breasts moving up and down with each breath. Her eyes 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 compressed pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip 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 electrical capacity - her clit spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her backrest.

Cam steadily built f number, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to accommodate his hammer. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming kettle of fish of moans, groans and long limbs wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his knock-down thrusts into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The olfactory property of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a legal brief moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the right thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his sensual desires. He already crossed the tune, why closure there.

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

looking at rush, her expression turned to a flurry aspect as he came inside her, it was clearly the showtime metre anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting sperm into her previously vestal womb.

As the two unlikely fan fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable sound of a doorway shutting downstairs.

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

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