The Cottage by lookin2please
True tarradiddle, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance

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

Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the past three day, Cam convinced everyone to pass on him behind on their shopping trip into Ithiel Town, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the rain shower mo before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the residuum of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an heartbeat he tried to cover his damp, naked body with the superfluity of a towel he was furiously clutching in his script - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower level, sending his towel flying whimsically in social movement of him, and both his hands shooting down in a fumbling effort to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, oval brass turned red as she blushed. Her crystallization immature centre fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could narrate by her thin, rose-coloured backtalk slipping into a sly grinning that she caught a peek.

Getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one hand in front of his humanity as he lunged forward to grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower onto the old, moist rug in straw man of him.

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

The cottage had just one bathroom. It was not much larger than a closet, but there was enough room for a toilet, cesspit and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just high enough that you would only be able-bodied to see mortal's nous 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 trading floor where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his youngest cousin, having just graduated high shoal. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curve ball through the thighs and bum, bronzed skin, those watch glass green eyes, sun kissed light-brown pilus and the most thoughtful c-cup knocker - all contained within a red bikini polkadot bikini.

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

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

He wasn't indisputable why, but in his thinker he knew exactly what she was talking about. A new moving ridge of anxiety rushed over him. He felt it in his loin.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the bathroom and try to see soul's penis - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a young tike.

She looked down to the floor, inflammation growing on her cheeks, disappointment obvious on her brass.

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

He flashed Emily a queasy, yet reassuring smile. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate urges and finding yourself doing irrational affair. A quick memory, of him watching his own aunty in an outdoor cascade while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a bingle motion, head still facing the floor, she spun around and drearily strode out the doorway.

Relieved, Cam closed the doorway and leaned up against it, taking stock of himself. In all the to-do he didn't notification that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedchamber he did a quick study of the bungalow. 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 self-justification for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The way was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the midway with two midget end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some flick of seascapes on the walls and a little loo in the left recession. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the sparse drape, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linen. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather aloud squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the trope of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his nous. He had always found his cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew old. She had caught him, more than than a few times, returning the favour during this recent cottage misstep. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her house, bronzed consistency - 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 miss - touch her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a bickering, and haven't had sex in hebdomad, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to induce for sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his peter.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than than a bit or two when he felt person else mounting onto the bed. Cam didn't have to unfold his oculus to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same youth cleaning lady from the bathroom, this clip completely defenseless. Her hard nipples caressed his cutis as she pulled herself up his bureau, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his centre. He could feel her heat against the head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to hold in back teardrop,"I can't help myself."

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

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

With a trembling hand she reached down and touched his second joint, passing her hand up to the base of his cock. It was the most thrifty and delicate of hint, like a gentle whisper against his skin. Her digit met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his paw away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her digit around his penis, feeling its warmth against her palm tree, a quick smiling 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 dick with her hand, then, with slightly to a greater extent assurance, brought her former handwriting to conjoin in.

Cam was lost in raptus. He placed his hand on her diffused, smooth tegument and pulled at her articulatio humeri, motioning her to reverse over so her bum was in blood with his face. Without password she obliged, still stroking his rooster. Once in nominal head 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 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 heart-to-heart wide - her body squeezing down hard on his digit, her articulatio coxae thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his cock.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force-out that surprised even him, Cam used his spare handwriting to seize Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her open sass down onto his prick. He was possessed by lust - he didn't care who could get along walking through that door - he was taking this miss right here, correctly now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her grimace 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 loading 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 forefront towards his.

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

She was heaving. Her small tit moving up and down with each breath. Her eye 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 pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his tool, gripping it fiercely as he began to question 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 vertebral column.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to oblige his shaft. In no clock time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mass of moans, groans and long arm wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

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

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

With a final drive, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes break open. Her arms and wooden leg wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking boot, 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 experience his pecker spurting spermatozoan into her previously Virgo womb.

As the two unlikely lovers fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the apparent speech sound of a room access windup downstairs.

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

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