The Cottage by lookin2please
True Story, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, hesitation

Cam shivered as the hot weewee occlusive flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower curtain and reached for the first base grubby-looking, brown towel he could find, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusted and heavy as he rubbed it against his hide, almost as if it had never been washed. He smiled regardless - he had the bungalow to himself this afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his Padre ramp up a deck of cards for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into townspeople, claiming a rest was in order. He jumped into the shower bath moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the rest of the good afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

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

Standing just beyond the shower pall was Emily.

In an wink he tried to cover his moistness, naked body with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet rain shower flooring, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a clumsy effort to hold back his private parts.

Emily's cute, midget, egg-shaped cheek turned red as she blushed. Her quartz glass green center fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could distinguish by her thin, rose-coloured sassing slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peep.

acquiring ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to go on one hired man in front of his humanity 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 cottage had just one bathroom. It was not much larger than a loo, but there was enough room for a toilet, sink and cascade. There was even a windowpane tucked inside of the shower carrel, just high enough that you would only be able to see somebody's caput 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 storey where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the honest-to-god, Emily was his vernal cousin, having just graduated high school. She was a gorgeous young womanhood - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a highschool hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the thighs and bum, bronzed tegument, those crystal green oculus, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most thoughtful c-cup bosom - all contained within a red two-piece suit polkadot bikini.

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

After a few Sir Thomas 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 can and try to see soul's penis - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a Church Father scolding a young child.

She looked down to the floor, inflammation growing on her impertinence, dashing hopes obvious on her face.

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to notice you're in here, and I will get in oodles of trouble if they do and I don't gripe you out. So can you please step 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 intimate itch and finding yourself doing irrational thing. A quick memory, of him watching his own aunty in an outdoor shower while on holiday in Italia, flashed across his nous.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a I motion, head still facing the flooring, 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 commotion he didn't notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower turn, 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 cars in the drive, 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 door. The room was small, just big enough for a fag bed to fit in the midriff with two diminutive end tables on either side, nearly touching the wall. There was a big window on the right-hand side of meat, some photo of seascapes on the wall and a low closet in the left field corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the thin drape, it smelt frowsty - the humid air doing its piece of work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather gaudy squeaking noise as he landed - and shake off away his towel.

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

He knew it was wrong, but he kept thinking to himself that in that here and now, he could've done anything he wanted to that daughter - touch her, osculate her, strip her, even fuck her. His tool grew hard as these thoughts danced through his mind. Maybe it was the fact that he and his married woman were in a spat, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the room access was closed and wrapped a hand around his dick.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a minute or two when he felt individual else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to spread his centre to love it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Lapplander new adult female from the bathroom, this metre completely nude. Her voiceless pap caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to stare directly into his center. He could feel her high temperature against the head of his cock.

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

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

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glimpse down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan tune from their bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her seat. Her pussy, barely in horizon, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a vibration hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her script up to the theme of his shaft. It was the most careful and delicate of jot, like a lenify whisper against his skin. Her finger met his, still firmly gripping his dick. 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 decoration, a quick smile flashing across her facial expression - 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 hand, then, with slightly more confidence, brought her other hired man to join in.

Cam was lost in rapture. He placed his bridge player on her soft, fluid skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to release over so her bum was in line with his side. Without words she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingers into her snatch.

It was the close 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 finger into her - but he managed to fuddle two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth outdoors wide - her body squeezing down hard on his fingerbreadth, her articulatio coxae thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to concentre, she released his pecker.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

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

She gagged on his putz. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her face and oculus 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 head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her back 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 hair's-breadth touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her pocket-sized boob 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 slopped kitty-cat he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice traction was around his cock, gripping it fiercely as he began to apparent movement in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capacity - her clitoris spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her vertebral column.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her kitty-cat slowly adjusting to hold his hammer. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of groan, groans and farseeing tree branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his right thrust into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The smell of fret 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 right thing, but he was lost to this mo, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why stop there.

With a final stab, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eye bust open. Her limb and ramification wrapped around him - locking him into spot.

looking at charge, her expression turned to a discombobulate flavor as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could sense his cock spurting spermatozoan into her previously virgin womb.

As the two unconvincing devotee fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the plain sound of a room access end downstairs.

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

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