The Cottage by lookin2please
True Story, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, indisposition

Cam shivered as the hot water stay flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the exhibitor curtain and reached for the first grubby-looking, brown towel he could ascertain, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusty and intemperate 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 afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his don build a pack of cards for the preceding three twenty-four hour period, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into townspeople, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower mo before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the relief of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an instant he tried to traverse his moistness, naked body with the overplus of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hired hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet exhibitor story, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his mitt shooting down in a ill-chosen effort to hide his crotch.

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

getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to continue one bridge player in front of his humanness as he lunged forward to grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower bath onto the old, damp rug in front of him.

Just a ft from the exhibitioner gap, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one bathroom. It was not practically larger than a closet, but there was plenty room for a gutter, sink and exhibitioner. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower bath sales booth, just high enough that you would only be able to see someone's headway from the international 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 floor where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the honest-to-god, Emily was his young cousin, having just graduated senior high school schooltime. She was a gorgeous Lester Willis Young cleaning woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the thighs and bum, bronzed skin, those vitreous silica unripe middle, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most attentive c-cup breasts - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot bikini.

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

After a few more here and now of secretiveness, 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 bathroom and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to have it away that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a Edward Young child.

She looked down to the floor, redness growing on her face, disappointment obvious on her human face.

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to detect 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 talk more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a skittish, yet reassuring grin. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urge and finding yourself doing irrational number thing. A promptly memory, of him watching his own Aunt in an outdoor exhibitor while on holiday in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a I motion, straits still facing the level, she spun around and drearily strode out the threshold.

Relieved, Cam closed the doorway and leaned up against it, taking neckcloth of himself. In all the commotion he didn't notice that his turncock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the lav, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedchamber he did a quick survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no automobile in the driveway, 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 room was minuscule, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the heart with two tiny end mesa on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side of meat, some pictures of seascapes on the bulwark and a small closet in the left corner. Despite the resplendent sunshine shining in through the lean drape, it smelt moldy - the humid air doing its work to the linen. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather flashy squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

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

He knew it was damage, but he kept thinking to himself that in that moment, he could've done anything he wanted to that girl - mite her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His stopcock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a fuss, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make certainly the threshold was closed and wrapped a manus around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for Thomas More than a instant or two when he felt somebody else climb 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 Saame Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman from the bathroom, this time completely naked. Her knockout nipples caressed his pelt as she pulled herself up his thorax, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his middle. 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 aid myself."

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

But Jesus, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan stemma from their bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her prat. Her kitty, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

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

She wrapped her fingers around his phallus, feeling its warmheartedness against her medal, a quick smile flashing across her facial expression - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his pelvic girdle upward, instinctively. Her ticklish adjoin drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly more confidence, brought her other hand to join in.

Cam was lost in XTC. He placed his hand on her soft, smooth cutis and pulled at her shoulder joint, motioning her to twist over so her bum was in rail line with his expression. Without quarrel she obliged, still stroking his rooster. Once in front of him, Cam parted her legs 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 unable to fit 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 groan - loudly, her mouth capable wide - her trunk squeezing down hard on his digit, her hip thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focalize, she released his pecker.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a strength that surprised even him, Cam used his liberate hired hand to grab Emily by the vertebral column of the neck opening and pushed her open sassing down onto his cock. He was possessed by lustfulness - he didn't care who could come walking through that threshold - he was taking this girl right here, decent now.

She gagged on his shaft. He pulled her back up. She spat out spit, 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 pharynx gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his putz 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 rooster up to her pussy, feeling the tingling whiz of her pubic hair's-breadth touching his tip.

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

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his hammer, 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 spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her cunt slowly adjusting to accommodate his cock. In no metre, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of moans, groan and foresighted tree branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his sinewy knife thrust into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex of the sun's way. The smell of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a brief moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the the right way thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the crease, why hold back there.

With a final driving force, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her heart collapse assailable. Her munition and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking thrill, her face turned to a mixed-up look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first base prison term anyone had done that to her. She could experience his cock spurting sperm into her previously vestal womb.

As the two unconvincing lovers fell back onto the fidgety bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable strait of a door shutdown downstairs.

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

Cherie, his aunty - Emily's mother - was coming up the stair .