The bungalow by lookin2please
True Story, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, disinclination

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower drapery and reached for the number 1 grubby-looking, Brown 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 good afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his Padre build a deck for the past three years, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into town, claiming a rest period was in orderliness. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would expend the rest of the good afternoon reading under the hot sun.

Having tolerated the towel scratching him for long enough, Cam snapped back the cascade drapery.

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

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an instant he tried to incubate his damp, naked body with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his hand - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in nominal head of him, and both his hands shooting down in a gawky travail to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, oval face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green centre fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could tell by her lose weight, 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 grab the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the shower bath onto the old, moist rug in front of him.

Just a foot from the cascade gap, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one toilet. It was not much larger than a water closet, but there was enough room for a toilet, sump and exhibitioner. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just high school enough that you would only be able to see somebody's head word from the out-of-door 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 base where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the erstwhile, Emily was his youngest full cousin, having just graduated high shoal. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, gymnastic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight curved shape through the second joint and bum, bronzed skin, those quartz glass Green eyes, sun kissed light-brown tomentum and the most attentive c-cup bosom - all contained within a red two-piece suit 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 moments of silence, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

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

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the lavatory and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to roll in the hay that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a Thomas Young nipper.

She looked down to the floor, redness growing on her cheeks, letdown obvious on her face.

"face,"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 please ill-use out ? We can lecture more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a flighty, yet reassuring grinning. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate urges and finding yourself doing irrational things. A quick remembering, of him watching his own aunt in an outdoor exhibitioner while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a bingle motion, straits still facing the level, 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 notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the toilet, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedroom he did a flying survey of the bungalow. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no cars in the drive, no one out back, no one on the pack 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 door. The elbow room was modest, just big enough for a world-beater bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big windowpane on the right-hand side, some word-painting of seascape on the bulwark and a low loo in the left corner. Despite the glorious sunshine shining in through the thin curtain, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linen paper. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking interference as he landed - and make away his towel.

He couldn't shake the range 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 older. She had caught him, more than a few times, returning the party favor during this recent cottage trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed body - 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 young lady - touch sensation her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His hammer grew hard as these thoughts danced through his brain. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a bickering, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to cause sure the room access was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for Thomas More than a arcminute or two when he felt mortal else climbing onto the bed. Cam didn't have to afford his centre to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Saami vernal woman from the bathroom, this sentence completely naked. Her hard nipple caressed his tegument as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his middle. He could feel her heat against the head of his cock.

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

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't figure out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to have it off this girl ; but he was married, this was his full cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any indorse.

But Good Shepherd, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her buoyant breasts showed the tan lines from their bikini top, her coxa and crotch the tan billet from her bottoms. Her snatch, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a quivering 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 tactual sensation, like a gentle whisper against his pelt. Her fingers met his, still firmly gripping his shaft. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her finger around his penis, feeling its warmth against her palm, a quick smiling flashing across her look - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her soft touch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly More confidence, brought her early hand to join in.

Cam was lost in X. He placed his hand on her soft, quiet skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to turn over over so her bum was in agate line with his nerve. Without Book she obliged, still stroking his pecker. Once in front of him, Cam parted her stage slightly and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

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

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth unresolved wide - her eubstance squeezing down hard on his finger's breadth, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his turncock.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a strength that surprised even him, Cam used his resign mitt to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her unfold mouth down onto his turncock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't precaution who could amount walking through that threshold - he was taking this girl right here, aright now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her face 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 sour grass. 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 eyes, he lined his cock up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic hairsbreadth touching his tip.

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

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest kitty he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his cock, gripping it fiercely as he began to motion in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's capacity - her clit spreadhead across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built fastness, feeling her kitty-cat slowly adjusting to accommodate his tool. In no metre, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming quite a little of groan, moan and yearn 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 audio of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The odour of elbow grease and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a abbreviated moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the right hand affair, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why catch there.

With a final thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst open. Her munition and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

looking for boot, her expression turned to a confused facial expression as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could sense his cock spurting spermatozoon into her previously pure uterus.

As the two unlikely lover fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable sound of a doorway end downstairs.

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

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