The Cottage by lookin2please
True chronicle, Consensual Sex, porn, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower drapery and reached for the first of all grubby-looking, brown towel he could incur, 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 bungalow to himself this good afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his father build up a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to exit him behind on their shopping slip into townsfolk, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower present moment 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 eyes never felt so broad in his skull.

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an blink of an eye he tried to hatch his dampness, naked body with the overplus of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hired man - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his custody shooting down in a bungling cause to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, oval face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal gullible eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could tell by her thin, rose-coloured backtalk slipping into a sly smile that she caught a peep.

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

Just a foundation from the shower bath opening, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one bathroom. It was not often bigger than a closet, but there was enough way for a toilet, sink and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the cascade stall, just eminent enough that you would only be able to see someone'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 floor where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his young cousin, having just graduated richly school day. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender figure, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curvature through the thigh and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal park eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most attentive c-cup breasts - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot two-piece.

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

After a few to a greater extent moments of muteness, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

He wasn't sure enough why, but in his mind he knew exactly what she was talking about. A new wave of anxiousness 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 know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a unseasoned kid.

She looked down to the base, redness growing on her cheeks, letdown obvious on her face.

"look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to acknowledge you're in here, and I will get in scores of trouble if they do and I don't boot you out. So can you please ill-treat out ? We can talk more once I'm dressed."

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

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single motion, psyche still facing the floor, she spun around and drearily strode out the door.

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

After finishing his post-shower subprogram, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his shank. Before entering his sleeping accommodation he did a quick sketch of the bungalow. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no railcar in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must've found an alibi 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 doorway. The room was small-scale, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two midget end board on either face, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand incline, some pictures of seascapes on the rampart and a diminished loo in the leftfield corner. Despite the magnificent sun shining in through the thin curtains, 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 bedevil 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 elderly. She had caught him, more than a few metre, returning the party favor during this recent cottage stumble. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed body - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was wrong, but he kept thinking to himself that in that minute, he could've done anything he wanted to that girlfriend - signature her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His prick 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 weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make indisputable the door was closed and wrapped a hired hand around his cock.

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 his eyes to have it off it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Same new woman from the bathroom, this clock time completely naked. Her hard nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his thorax, 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 snag,"I can't help myself."

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

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky chest showed the tan lines from their bikini top, her articulatio coxae and crotch the tan melody from her bottoms. Her kitty, barely in scene, 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 peter. It was the most careful and delicate of touches, like a gentle rustle against his skin. Her finger met his, still firmly gripping his putz. Reluctantly, he pulled his helping hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her finger's breadth around his penis, feeling its affectionateness against her palm, a warm smile flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her finespun ghost drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his stopcock with her hand, then, with slightly More confidence, brought her other paw to bring together in.

Cam was lost in transport. He placed his deal on her soft, smooth skin and pulled at her berm, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his face. Without words she obliged, still stroking his putz. Once in movement of him, Cam parted her ramification slightly and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

It was the tightest slit 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 fingerbreadth 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 afford wide - her eubstance squeezing down hard on his digit, her hip joint 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 mitt to grab Emily by the spinal column of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by thirst - he didn't maintenance who could descend walking through that door - he was taking this miss right here, right now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her face and middle now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to bet 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, hired hand still gripping her tomentum, pulled her head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her backrest and climbed on top of her. Looking into her heart, he lined his cock up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic pilus 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 ramification 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 gap across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his vividness to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to fit his cock. In no time, he felt her neck. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming pot 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 right push into her. The phone of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The smell of exertion 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 good thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his animal desires. He already crossed the line, why stop there.

With a final poking, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes fusillade open. Her arms and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking flush, her reflexion turned to a confused look as he came inside her, it was clearly the outset clock time anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting sperm into her previously vestal uterus.

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

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

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