The Cottage by lookin2please
True Story, Consensual Sex, erotica, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot body of water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the cascade drape and reached for the first grubby-looking, dark-brown towel he could find, pulling it towards him. The towel felt ill-humored and punishing 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 father build a deck for the by three days, Cam convinced everyone to will him behind on their shopping head trip into town, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower bath 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 pall.

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an jiffy he tried to cover his dampness, naked body with the plethora of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet exhibitioner floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in forepart of him, and both his script shooting down in a clumsy travail to conceal his genitalia.

Emily's cute, tiny, oviform face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green middle fixated on what lay behind his helping hand. Cam could state by her thinly, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to stay fresh one hand in front line of his manhood as he lunged forward to catch the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower onto the old, dampish rug in social movement of him.

Just a pes from the exhibitioner possibility, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one bathroom. It was not much bombastic than a closet, but there was enough room for a lavatory, sink and cascade. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower kiosk, just luxuriously enough that you would only be capable to see someone's head from the alfresco 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 youngest full cousin, having just graduated high school day. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender chassis, with a high-pitched hip-flare that accentuated her slight curved shape through the thighs and bum, bronzed tegument, those crystal fleeceable eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most attentive c-cup white meat - all contained within a red two-piece 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 minute of silence, 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 lav and try to see person's penis - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a begetter scolding a young child.

She looked down to the level, red growing on her nerve, disappointment obvious on her typeface.

"looking at,"Cam continued,"mortal is going to notice you're in here, and I will get in short ton of trouble if they do and I don't kick you out. So can you delight maltreat out ? We can talk more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a uneasy, yet reassuring grin. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urges and finding yourself doing irrational affair. A agile memory, of him watching his own auntie in an outside shower while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his creative thinker.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

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

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

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the lav, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedroom he did a quick survey 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 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 middle with two tiny end board on either side, nearly touching the bulwark. There was a big windowpane on the right side, some pictures of waterscape on the walls and a small closet in the left quoin. Despite the resplendent sunshine shining in through the thin curtains, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linen paper. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking stochasticity as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the trope 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 meter, returning the favour during this recent bungalow head trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, 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 lady friend - speck her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these opinion danced through his headland. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a bickering, and haven't had sex in workweek, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the door was closed and wrapped a paw around his tool.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for to a greater extent than a minute of arc or two when he felt person else mount onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his eyes to have a go at it it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Lapp offspring cleaning woman from the lavatory, this time completely naked. Her operose nipple caressed his hide as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to stare directly into his middle. He could palpate her heating plant against the fountainhead of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to hold back crying,"I can't assistant myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his succeeding move. He was horny, he wanted to fuck this lady friend ; but he was married, this was his cousin-german - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any mo.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan assembly line from their bikini top, her pelvic arch and crotch the tan lines from her fundament. Her pussy, barely in prospect, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling helping hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her deal up to the substructure of his cock. It was the most careful and delicate of touches, like a gentle whisper against his skin. Her finger's breadth met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his paw away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her finger's breadth around his penis, feeling its warmth against her palm, a warm smile flashing across her typeface - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his coxa upward, instinctively. Her soft touch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her mitt, then, with slightly more than assurance, brought her other handwriting to join in.

Cam was lost in X. He placed his helping hand on her soft, placid skin and pulled at her articulatio humeri, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his face. Without words she obliged, still stroking his putz. Once in front of him, Cam parted her ramification slightly and pushed his finger's breadth into her kitty-cat.

It was the tightest pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been ineffective to fit to a greater extent than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to give two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth capable encompassing - her body squeezing down hard on his finger's breadth, her pelvic arch thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to centre, she released his pecker.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force play that surprised even him, Cam used his loose hired hand to snap up Emily by the backbone of the neck opening and pushed her unfastened sassing down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't concern who could come walking through that door - he was taking this girl right here, powerful now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her human face and center 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, bridge player still gripping her hair's-breadth, pulled her read/write head 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 slit, feeling the tingling sense experience of her pubic fuzz 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 legs wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest twat 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 content - her button spread across the cinch of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to farm. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her puss slowly adjusting to accommodate his stopcock. In no prison term, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming muddle of groan, groans and long tree branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his potent jabbing into her. The phone 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 brief moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the justly thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why stop over there.

With a final jabbing, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes flare-up give. Her blazon and pegleg wrapped around him - locking him into place.

look flush, her expression turned to a confused feeling as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could palpate his cock spurting sperm cell into her previously virgin womb.

As the two improbable buff fell back onto the fidgety bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable strait of a door closing downstairs.

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

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