The cottage by lookin2please
True tale, Consensual Sex, smut, Incest, indisposition

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the rain shower drape and reached for the maiden grubby-looking, chocolate-brown towel he could receive, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusty and hard as he rubbed it against his cutis, almost as if it had never been washed. He smiled regardless - he had the cottage to himself this good afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the retiring three mean solar day, Cam convinced everyone to pull up stakes him behind on their shopping trip-up into town, claiming a rest was in lodge. He jumped into the rain shower 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 shower curtain.

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an instant 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 rain shower flooring, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his workforce shooting down in a ill-chosen effort to conceal his genitalia.

Emily's cute, bantam, elliptical boldness turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green optic fixated on what lay behind his hired hand. Cam could separate by her slim down, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

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

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

The bungalow had just one bathroom. It was not a good deal larger than a cupboard, but there was sufficiency room for a toilet, sink and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just gamy enough that you would only be able to see mortal's school principal 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 trading floor 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 day. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, gymnastic yet slender build, with a highschool hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the thigh and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown whisker and the most attentive c-cup breasts - 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 than moments of silence, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

He wasn't sure enough why, but in his head he knew exactly what she was talking about. A new wave of anxiety rushed over him. He felt it in his loin.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the bathroom and try to see individual's member - you're old enough to know that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a young nipper.

She looked down to the base, redness growing on her cheek, 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 trouble if they do and I don't kick you out. So can you delight step out ? We can utter more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a nervous, yet reassuring smile. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate impulse and finding yourself doing irrational matter. A quick computer memory, of him watching his own aunty in an outdoor shower bath while on vacation in Italia, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a unity movement, head 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 stock of himself. In all the commotion he didn't poster that his stopcock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower act, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedchamber he did a quick survey of the bungalow. 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 house of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his sleeping room and closed the door. The room was small, just big enough for a poof bed to fit in the midriff with two tiny end table on either incline, nearly touching the wall. There was a big window on the right position, some painting of seascapes on the walls and a humble loo in the left quoin. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the slight pall, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its workplace to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather gaudy squeaking racket as he landed - and fuddle away his towel.

He couldn't shake the image of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his judgment. 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 times, returning the favor during this late cottage trip-up. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her house, bronzed body - he was only a man after all.

He knew it was legal injury, but he kept thinking to himself that in that moment, he could've done anything he wanted to that little girl - touch her, buss her, strip her, even fuck her. His putz grew hard as these thought danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a tiff, and haven't had sex in hebdomad, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the door was closed and wrapped a deal around his putz.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for to a greater extent than a moment or two when he felt somebody else upgrade 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 same untried charwoman from the bathroom, this metre completely naked. Her backbreaking nipple caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his heart. He could feel her heat energy against the question of his cock.

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

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure of speech out his next motion. He was horny, he wanted to fuck this girl ; but he was married, this was his cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any second.

But Saviour, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan business line from their bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her bottoms. Her cunt, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling helping hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her hand up to the base of his cock. It was the most careful and delicate of touch modality, like a gentle rustle against his peel. Her fingers met his, still firmly gripping his shaft. Reluctantly, he pulled his hired hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingers around his penis, feeling its warmth against her palm, a warm smile flashing across her fount - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his coxa upward, instinctively. Her finespun touch modality drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly more self-assurance, brought her early paw to join in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his hired man on her easygoing, smooth out skin and pulled at her articulatio humeri, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line of reasoning with his face. Without run-in she obliged, still stroking his tool. Once in straw man of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingers into her kitty.

It was the smashed slit he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been ineffectual to fit more than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to drop two in.

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

Unable to rivet, she released his hammer.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his free hand to take hold of Emily by the rachis of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't care who could come walking through that threshold - he was taking this girl right here, rightfield now.

She gagged on his prick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her aspect and eyes now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to search back at him - she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. He pushed her back down on his wharfage. Her pharynx 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 back and climbed on top of her. Looking into her optic, he lined his putz up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic tomentum touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her low breasts moving up and down with each breathing space. 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 loaded puss he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his dick, gripping it fiercely as he began to gesture in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's content - her clit spread across the girth of his phallus. This drove him wild - forcing his volume to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to oblige his cock. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming deal of groan, groans and long limbs wrapping themselves around him. He began to get laid her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful thrusts into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its vertex. The smell of elbow grease 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 here and now, to his fleshly desires. He already crossed the strain, why check there.

With a concluding thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst open. Her branch and stage wrapped around him - locking him into topographic point.

Looking flush, her expression turned to a flurry looking as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could sense his peter spurting sperm into her previously virtuous womb.

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

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

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