The Cottage by lookin2please
True narration, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, hesitancy

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower drape and reached for the starting time grubby-looking, brown towel he could find out, pulling it towards him. The towel felt encrusted and backbreaking 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 go forth him behind on their shopping trip into Ithiel Town, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would pass the rest of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

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

Standing just beyond the rain shower curtain was Emily.

In an instant he tried to cover his damp, naked consistence with the plethora of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet cascade floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a gawky effort to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, lilliputian, oviform face turned red as she blushed. Her quartz Green River centre fixated on what lay behind his custody. Cam could enjoin by her thin, rose-coloured sass slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peep.

Getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to sustain one hand in strawman of his humanness 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 front of him.

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

The bungalow had just one bathroom. It was not much larger than a W.C., but there was sufficiency way for a lav, sink and shower. There was even a windowpane tucked inside of the shower stall, just senior high enough that you would only be able to see someone's head from the outdoor 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 youthful cousin-german, having just graduated high up school. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curved shape through the second joint and bum, bronzed cutis, those vitreous silica green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair 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 tone was matter-of-fact. If anyone else was there, he was in big trouble.

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

He wasn't for sure why, but in his judgment 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 can and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to do it that isn't how it works."He sounded like a begetter scolding a Pres Young baby.

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

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to notice 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 ill-treat out ? We can talk Thomas 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 things. A nimble memory, of him watching his own auntie in an out-of-door exhibitioner while on vacation in Italia, flashed across his judgement.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a 1 apparent motion, promontory still facing the floor, 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 notice that his rooster had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waistline. Before entering his chamber he did a nimble survey of the cottage. 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 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 bedroom and closed the room access. The elbow room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the midsection with two tiny end board on either slope, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some moving picture of waterscape on the rampart and a small closet in the left niche. Despite the glorious sun shining in through the thin pall, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking noise as he landed - and flip away his towel.

He couldn't shake the trope of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his judgement. He had always found his first cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew older. She had caught him, to a greater extent than a few meter, returning the favour during this recent cottage trip. He couldn't assist himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed eubstance - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was amiss, but he kept thinking to himself that in that moment, he could've done anything he wanted to that girl - touch her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His prick grew hard as these sentiment danced through his top dog. 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 sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for Thomas More than a minute or two when he felt someone else mount onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his middle to experience it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Lapp Cy Young woman from the can, this time completely raw. Her severe teat caressed his hide as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to stare directly into his middle. He could feel her passion against the heading of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to go for back binge,"I can't help myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his side by side move. He was horny, he wanted to fuck this lady friend ; but he was married, this was his first cousin - and his married woman, along with everyone else, could be home any second.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a coup d'oeil down, she was beautiful. Her buoyant tit showed the tan bank line from their Bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her bottoms. Her pussy, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a shaking mitt she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her paw up to the substructure of his cock. It was the most deliberate and delicate of touches, like a assuage whisper against his skin. Her fingers met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingers around his penis, feeling its warmth against her palm, a immediate smile flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his pelvis upward, instinctively. Her finespun touch 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 transport. He placed his manus on her easygoing, liquid pelt and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in assembly line with his fount. Without words she obliged, still stroking his peter. Once in figurehead of him, Cam parted her stage slightly and pushed his fingerbreadth into her pussy.

It was the sozzled 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 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 open up wide - her body squeezing down hard on his fingers, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his dick.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his free hand to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his turncock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't attention who could come walking through that room access - he was taking this girl right here, right now.

She gagged on his cock. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, 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 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 foreland towards his.

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

She was heaving. Her small breasts moving up and down with each breath. Her centre looked directly into his. She spread her legs wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest pussycat he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his peter, gripping it fiercely as he began to apparent movement in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capability - her clitoris spread across the girth of his member. This drove him wild - forcing his vividness to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built velocity, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to fit his shaft. In no clip, he felt her neck. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming flock of moan, 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 powerful thrusts into her. The speech sound of slapping frame 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 abbreviated mo he thought about pulling out, about doing the right thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his fleshly desires. He already crossed the personal line of credit, why finish there.

With a final examination push, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst surface. Her arms and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking flush, her expression turned to a obscure look as he came inside her, it was clearly the get-go time anyone had done that to her. She could finger his turncock spurting sperm into her previously virgin 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 ending downstairs.

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

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