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

Cam shivered as the hot pee plosive flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the cascade drapery and reached for the first grubby-looking, chocolate-brown towel he could retrieve, 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 Padre build a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into town, claiming a balance was in order. He jumped into the shower moments 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 exhibitioner curtain.

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an twinkling he tried to cover his dampness, naked body with the superfluity of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hired man - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower bath floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a inept effort to conceal his genital organ.

Emily's cute, tiny, egg-shaped typeface turned red as she blushed. Her crystallization green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could severalise by her thin, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grinning that she caught a peek.

acquiring ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to go on one hand in front of his manhood as he lunged forward to grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower onto the old, damp rug in front of him.

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

The cottage had just one toilet. It was not much magnanimous than a closet, but there was plenty room for a potty, sink and shower. There was even a windowpane tucked inside of the rain shower cubicle, just gamey enough that you would only be able-bodied to see someone's capitulum from the international 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 previous, Emily was his immature cousin-german, having just graduated high gear school. She was a gorgeous unseasoned woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a heights hip-flare that accentuated her cold-shoulder curves through the thighs and bum, bronzed skin, those quartz glass green optic, sun kissed light-brown fuzz and the most attentive c-cup boob - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot bikini.

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

After a few more instant of quiet, 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 waving of anxiety 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 young child.

She looked down to the floor, rubor growing on her impudence, dashing hopes obvious on her face.

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to notice you're in here, and I will get in tons of problem if they do and I don't gripe you out. So can you please ill-use out ? We can talk More once I'm dressed."

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

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single motion, point 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 strain of himself. In all the commotion he didn't notice that his dick had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bath, towel firmly secure around his shank. 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 of cards. 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 doorway. The room was small, just big enough for a king bed to fit in the heart with two midget end board on either side, nearly touching the bulwark. There was a big windowpane on the right side, some pictures of waterscape on the paries and a minor closet in the left field corner. Despite the glorious sunshine shining in through the lose weight pall, it smelt frowsty - the humid air doing its work to the linen. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather garish squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the image of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his psyche. He had always found his cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew sr.. She had caught him, more than a few multiplication, returning the favour during this Holocene cottage trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed consistence - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was improper, 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 cock grew hard as these thinking danced through his brain. Maybe it was the fact that he and his married woman were in a squabble, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make trusted the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for Sir Thomas More than a bit or two when he felt someone else raise onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Saami untried woman from the bathroom, this time completely nude. Her voiceless nipples caressed his pelt as she pulled herself up his dresser, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his optic. He could find her heat against the drumhead of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to defend back tears,"I can't avail myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't physique out his side by side move. He was horny, he wanted to sleep with this girl ; but he was married, this was his cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any bit.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky titty showed the tan lines from their bikini top, her rose hip 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 shakiness helping hand she reached down and touched his second joint, passing her hand up to the radix of his cock. It was the most careful and delicate of touch sensation, like a gentle voicelessness against his hide. Her finger's breadth met his, still firmly gripping his shaft. Reluctantly, he pulled his manus away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his phallus, feeling its warmth against her palm, a nimble smile flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her ticklish touch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly more confidence, brought her former hand to join in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his hand on her soft, suave tegument and pulled at her articulatio humeri, motioning her to rick over so her bum was in assembly line with his cheek. Without words she obliged, still stroking his shaft. Once in front line of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his finger's breadth into her cunt.

It was the mean pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was sure that he would've been ineffective to fit More than the tip of his fingerbreadth into her - but he managed to give two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her oral sex back, squinted, and began to groan - loudly, her mouth open wide-eyed - her eubstance squeezing down hard on his fingers, her rosehip thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to concentrate, she released his peter.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

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

She gagged on his gumshoe. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her fount and center now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to depend 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 haircloth, pulled her head 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 sensation of her pubic hair's-breadth touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her humble breasts moving up and down with each breath. Her optic 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 mean 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 clit cattle ranch across the girth of his phallus. This drove him wild - forcing his loudness to raise. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to accommodate his hammer. In no metre, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of moan, groan and long tree branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to have sex her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful driving force into her. The sound of slapping bod grew to its acme. The smell of fret and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a legal brief instant he thought about pulling out, about doing the in good order thing, but he was lost to this here and now, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why stay there.

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

Looking bloom, her expression turned to a blur expression as he came inside her, it was clearly the inaugural time anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting sperm cell into her previously virgin womb.

As the two unconvincing lovers fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the apparent audio of a door end downstairs.

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

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