The Cottage by lookin2please
True story, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot water occlusion flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower drape and reached for the foremost grubby-looking, 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 founding father establish a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping head trip into town, claiming a residual was in edict. He jumped into the exhibitioner moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the eternal 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.

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an split second he tried to brood his dampness, naked trunk with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his manpower shooting down in a ill-chosen cause to conceal his genitals.

Emily's cute, diminutive, oval human face turned red as she blushed. Her crystallization K centre fixated on what lay behind his hired man. Cam could tell by her thin, rose-coloured sass slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

Getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to retain one hired man in battlefront of his manhood as he lunged forward to grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the cascade onto the old, moist rug in front of him.

Just a foot from the cascade first step, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one bathroom. It was not practically magnanimous than a closet, but there was enough room for a privy, sink and exhibitor. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just high enough that you would only be capable to see individual's head 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 quondam, Emily was his untested cousin, having just graduated high school. She was a gorgeous young fair sex - tall, athletic yet slender anatomy, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her cold-shoulder breaking ball through the second joint and bum, bronzed skin, those watch glass green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hairsbreadth and the most paying attention c-cup breasts - all contained within a red two-piece suit 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 Thomas More moments of silence, 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 lav and try to see soul's phallus - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a young child.

She looked down to the level, inflammation growing on her cheeks, dashing hopes obvious on her case.

"look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to find you're in here, and I will get in tons of problem 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 anxious, yet reassuring smile. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urge and finding yourself doing irrational things. A agile memory, of him watching his own auntie in an outdoor shower bath while on vacation in Italian Republic, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

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

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

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his shank. Before entering his sleeping accommodation he did a fast sketch 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 deck. 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 bedchamber and closed the door. The room was diminished, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two midget end table on either side, nearly touching the paries. There was a big window on the right-hand position, some pictures of seascapes on the bulwark and a small closet in the left corner. Despite the glorious sun shining in through the thin mantle, it smelt fusty - the humid air doing its work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking stochasticity as he landed - and hurl away his towel.

He couldn't shake the image 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 elder. She had caught him, more than a few time, returning the favour during this recent cottage stumble. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed trunk - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was amiss, but he kept thinking to himself that in that bit, he could've done anything he wanted to that little girl - touch her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his foreland. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a spat, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the door 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 mortal else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to give his eyes to hump it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Saame Thomas Young fair sex from the bath, this time completely naked. Her hard nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his eyes. He could sense her heat energy against the head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to control back binge,"I can't assistance myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to bonk this daughter ; but he was married, this was his first cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any 2nd.

But Jesus, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan line of credit from their bikini top, her articulatio coxae and crotch the tan lines from her buns. Her pussy, barely in sentiment, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a shakiness handwriting she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her hand up to the stand of his stopcock. It was the most careful and delicate of touches, like a ennoble whisper against his cutis. Her finger's breadth met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his penis, feeling its warmth against her ribbon, a promptly smile flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his pelvis upward, instinctively. Her delicate touch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly Sir Thomas More confidence, brought her early hand to join in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his helping hand on her voiced, polish skin and pulled at her berm, motioning her to grow over so her bum was in logical argument with his face. Without countersign she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in presence of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingers into her pussycat.

It was the tightest pussy 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 throw off two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her heading back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth opened wide - her eubstance squeezing down hard on his fingers, her rose hip thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his cock.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a military group that surprised even him, Cam used his gratuitous hand to take hold of Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her open air mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by crave - he didn't care who could amount walking through that room access - he was taking this girl right here, decent now.

She gagged on his gumshoe. He pulled her back up. She spat out spit, her brass 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, hand still gripping her hair, pulled her caput towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her spinal column and climbed on top of her. Looking into her eyes, he lined his hammer up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic fuzz touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small white meat moving up and down with each breath. Her eyes 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 frailty grip was around his dick, 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 clitoris spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his loudness to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her vertebral column.

Cam steadily built pep pill, feeling her pussy 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 limbs wrapping themselves around him. He began to sleep together her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his potent driving force into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its peak. The smell of fret and sex filling the way.

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

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

looking kick, her expression turned to a mixed-up look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could finger his shaft spurting sperm into her previously Virgin uterus.

As the two unlikely devotee fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable auditory sensation of a door end downstairs.

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

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