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

Cam shivered as the hot water occlusive flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower curtain and reached for the first grubby-looking, embrown towel he could find, 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 father build a deck for the retiring three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping misstep into Ithiel Town, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower import before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the remainder of the good 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 heart never felt so wide in his skull.

Standing just beyond the exhibitor drape was Emily.

In an instant he tried to extend his dampness, naked body with the overplus of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hired hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front man of him, and both his hands shooting down in a clumsy effort to hold in his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, oval side turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could tell by her thin, rose-coloured lip slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

Getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to stay fresh one hand in front of his humanness as he lunged forward to seize the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower onto the old, moist rug in strawman of him.

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

The cottage had just one lavatory. It was not a lot great than a water closet, but there was adequate room for a stool, sink and shower bath. There was even a window tucked inside of the exhibitor kiosk, just eminent enough that you would only be able-bodied to see someone's brain from the remote 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 level where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his youngest cousin, having just graduated high school. She was a gorgeous untested char - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her cold-shoulder breaking ball through the thigh and bum, bronzed tegument, those watch crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most paying attention c-cup breasts - all contained within a red two-piece polkadot bikini.

"Emily - you can't be in here."Cam's flavour 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 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 pubic region.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the lavatory and try to see somebody's phallus - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a Father of the Church scolding a Loretta Young shaver.

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

"flavor,"Cam continued,"someone is going to find you're in here, and I will get in gobs of difficulty if they do and I don't bang you out. So can you please step out ? We can talk More once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a nervous, yet reassuring grinning. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual impulse and finding yourself doing irrational things. A flying memory, of him watching his own aunt in an outdoor shower while on holiday in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

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

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

After finishing his post-shower subroutine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waistline. Before entering his bedroom he did a quick survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no railroad car in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must've found an apology for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his sleeping accommodation and closed the room access. The room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the in-between with two lilliputian end tables on either slope, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some pictures of seascape on the wall and a pocket-size closet in the left wing corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the thin curtains, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather brassy squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the mental image 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 sure-enough. She had caught him, more than a few metre, returning the favor during this Recent epoch cottage misstep. He couldn't assist himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her house, bronzed soundbox - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was wrong, but he kept thinking to himself that in that second, he could've done anything he wanted to that girl - sense of touch her, osculate 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 bicker, and haven't had sex in calendar week, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his rooster.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a moment or two when he felt someone else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to give his eyes to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same young woman from the bath, this time completely naked. Her hard nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to stare directly into his centre. He could sense her heat against the capitulum of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to carry back split,"I can't helper myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to have a go at it this fille ; but he was married, this was his cousin-german - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any second.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky boob showed the tan lines from their bikini top, her articulatio coxae and crotch the tan line of products from her bottoms. Her pussy, barely in horizon, 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 al-Qaeda of his cock. It was the most thrifty and delicate of contact, like a gentle whisper against his hide. Her fingerbreadth met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

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

Cam was lost in rapture. He placed his hand on her easygoing, smooth skin and pulled at her shoulder joint, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his case. Without words she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in nominal head of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingerbreadth into her twat.

It was the stiff pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was sure that he would've been unable to fit more than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to throw off two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to groan - loudly, her mouth unfastened wide - her body squeezing down hard on his digit, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to concenter, she released his peter.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his loose handwriting to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his shaft. He was possessed by luxuria - he didn't care who could derive walking through that room access - he was taking this girl right here, right now.

She gagged on his tool. 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 pier. 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 pilus, pulled her head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her spinal column and climbed on top of her. Looking into her middle, he lined his cock up to her kitty, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small titty moving up and down with each hint. Her eyes looked directly into his. She spread her wooden leg 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 frailty traveling bag was around his shaft, gripping it fiercely as he began to motion in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capacity - her clitoris 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 stop number, feeling her kitty slowly adjusting to oblige his cock. In no sentence, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of moans, moan 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 auditory sensation of slapping bod grew to its peak. The olfactory perception of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a brief minute he thought about pulling out, about doing the right matter, but he was lost to this bit, to his animal desires. He already crossed the melodic line, why stop there.

With a final thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her middle fit open. Her arms and branch wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking gush, her expression turned to a confused look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first metre anyone had done that to her. She could feel his prick spurting sperm into her previously vestal womb.

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

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

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