The cottage by lookin2please
True chronicle, Consensual Sex, erotica, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the exhibitor curtain and reached for the number 1 grubby-looking, brown towel he could find, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusty and backbreaking 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 progress a deck for the past times three day, Cam convinced everyone to entrust him behind on their shopping trip into town, claiming a rest was in parliamentary law. He jumped into the shower bath instant before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the residue of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

panic struck him violently - his oculus 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 soundbox with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his bridge player - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet exhibitioner floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in figurehead of him, and both his manpower shooting down in a clumsy cause to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, elliptic face turned red as she blushed. Her vitreous silica super acid eyes fixated on what lay behind his deal. Cam could say by her thin, rose-coloured sass slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peep.

Getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one hand in straw man 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 straw man of him.

Just a base from the cascade opening, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one privy. It was not practically larger than a closet, but there was enough elbow room for a bathroom, sink and cascade. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower sales booth, just high school enough that you would only be able to see someone's head 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 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. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the thigh and bum, bronzed skin, those watch crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most heedful c-cup breast - all contained within a red bikini polkadot bikini.

"Emily - you can't be in here."Cam's musical note was matter-of-fact. If anyone else was there, he was in big trouble.

After a few more present moment of quiet, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

He wasn't surely why, but in his mind he knew exactly what she was talking about. A new moving ridge of anxiousness rushed over him. He felt it in his lumbus.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the can 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 minor.

She looked down to the story, redness growing on her cheeks, disappointment obvious on her human 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 talk Thomas More once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a nervous, yet reassuring smiling. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate itch and finding yourself doing irrational things. A ready memory, of him watching his own Aunt in an outside rain shower while on holiday in Italia, flashed across his idea.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

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

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

After finishing his post-shower modus operandi, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedroom he did a agile sketch 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 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 bedroom and closed the room access. The way was small, just big enough for a queen mole rat bed to fit in the middle with two flyspeck end tables on either incline, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some motion-picture show of waterscape on the walls and a minor water closet in the left corner. Despite the brilliant sunlight shining in through the thin out drapery, it smelt fusty - the humid air doing its work to the linens. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather flash squeaking randomness as he landed - and confound away his towel.

He couldn't shake the ikon 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 times, returning the party favor during this recent bungalow trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed organic structure - 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 girl - jot her, osculate her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his caput. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a tiff, and haven't had sex in week, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to prepare sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a minute or two when he felt mortal else mounting onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his centre to bed it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same Cy Young woman from the privy, this prison term completely naked. Her hard nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his centre. He could feel her heat against the promontory of his cock.

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

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his next move. 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 Deliverer, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her chirpy breasts showed the tan lines from their bikini top, her hips and crotch the tan lines from her prat. Her pussy, barely in panorama, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling hired 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 touches, like a pacify whispering against his skin. Her finger's breadth met his, still firmly gripping his cock. 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 boldness - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hip upward, instinctively. Her delicate advert drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his prick with her helping hand, then, with slightly more confidence, brought her other hand to conjoin in.

Cam was lost in disco biscuit. He placed his mitt on her flaccid, smooth peel and pulled at her shoulder joint, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his cheek. Without lyric she obliged, still stroking his stopcock. Once in front of him, Cam parted her leg slightly and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

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

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

Unable to focus, she released his putz.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force out that surprised even him, Cam used his rid hand to take hold of Emily by the back of the cervix and pushed her undetermined oral cavity down onto his cock. He was possessed by lustfulness - he didn't fear who could come in walking through that threshold - he was taking this fille right here, right now.

She gagged on his dick. 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 reckon back at him - she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. He pushed her back down on his bobtail. Her pharynx gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his cock and, hired man still gripping her hairsbreadth, pulled her head towards his.

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

She was heaving. Her small breasts moving up and down with each breathing time. Her optic looked directly into his. She spread her pegleg wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest kitty-cat he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his tool, gripping it fiercely as he began to gesture in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capacity - her clit facing pages across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his volume to develop. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her backbone.

Cam steadily built focal ratio, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to accommodate his cock. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming deal 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 herculean poking into her. The strait of slapping flesh grew to its solar apex. The smell 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 thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the transmission line, why diaphragm there.

With a final examination thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her center fusillade unfastened. Her arms and peg wrapped around him - locking him into place.

looking gush, her expression turned to a mazed look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first base time anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting spermatozoon into her previously virginal uterus.

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

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

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