The Cottage by lookin2please
True narrative, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower pall and reached for the number one grubby-looking, brown towel he could find, pulling it towards him. The towel felt crusty and grueling as he rubbed it against his tegument, almost as if it had never been washed. He smiled regardless - he had the bungalow to himself this afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping head trip into town, claiming a rest was in parliamentary law. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would drop the repose of the 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 middle never felt so wide in his skull.

Standing just beyond the cascade curtain was Emily.

In an minute he tried to track his damp, naked body with the superfluity of a towel he was furiously clutching in his manus - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower floor, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a inapt attempt to conceal his genitalia.

Emily's cute, bantam, oval face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal fleeceable oculus fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could tell by her dilute, rose-coloured lips slipping into a sly grin that she caught a peek.

getting ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one paw in front of his humanness 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 substructure from the shower opening move, Emily didn't budge.

The cottage had just one privy. It was not lots great than a closet, but there was enough room for a toilet, swallow hole and rain shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower stall, just eminent 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 flooring where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the sure-enough, Emily was his unseasoned cousin, having just graduated high schooling. She was a gorgeous young woman - tall, athletic yet slender build, with a gamy hip-flare that accentuated her slight curves through the second joint and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown fuzz and the most heedful c-cup chest - all contained within a red two-piece suit polkadot bikini.

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

After a few to a greater extent moments of silence, Emily spoke softly, nervously,"I… I wanted to see it."

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

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

She looked down to the floor, rubor growing on her cheeks, letdown obvious on her cheek.

"feel,"Cam continued,"somebody is going to find you're in here, and I will get in long ton of hassle if they do and I don't kick you out. So can you please abuse out ? We can talk more once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a aflutter, yet reassuring grinning. He had been where she was before, overcome with sexual urges and finding yourself doing irrational number affair. A flying memory, of him watching his own auntie in an outdoor shower while on vacation in Italy, flashed across his mind.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

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

Relieved, Cam closed the threshold and leaned up against it, taking stock of himself. In all the hoo-hah he didn't observation that his hammer had become hard.

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

With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedchamber and closed the room access. The room was small, just big enough for a poove bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end tables on either incline, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some delineation of waterscape on the walls and a small closet in the left hand corner. Despite the glorious sunshine shining in through the thin mantle, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its study to the linen paper. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking randomness as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the mental image 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 sure-enough. She had caught him, more than a few time, returning the party favor during this recent cottage head trip. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her firm, bronzed physical 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 daughter - touch her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his fountainhead. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a spat, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to stool for certain the door was closed and wrapped a manus around his turncock.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for to a greater extent than a arcminute or two when he felt someone else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his eyes to have a go at it it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Lapplander Thomas Young char from the can, this metre completely naked. Her hard tit caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his optic. He could feel her heat against the head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to go for back tears,"I can't avail myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't bod out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to have intercourse this miss ; but he was married, this was his cousin - and his married woman, along with everyone else, could be home any second gear.

But Jesus of Nazareth, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her buoyant breast showed the tan melodic line from their bikini top, her rose hip and crotch the tan furrow from her behind. Her slit, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling helping hand she reached down and touched his second joint, passing her hand up to the fundament of his cock. It was the most thrifty and delicate of contact, like a pacify whisper against his skin. Her fingers met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her finger around his phallus, feeling its warmth against her palm, a quick grinning flashing across her grimace - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her soft equal drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his dick with her hand, then, with slightly more trust, brought her early helping hand to join in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his hand on her soft, legato skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his face. Without Word she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front of him, Cam parted her peg slightly and pushed his fingerbreadth into her pussy.

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

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

Unable to focus, she released his dick.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his loose hand to grab Emily by the backbone of the cervix and pushed her assailable mouth down onto his dick. He was possessed by lust - he didn't precaution who could come walking through that doorway - he was taking this girl right here, right now.

She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her cheek 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 dockage. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his hammer and, hand still gripping her hair's-breadth, 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 whiz of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her pocket-size breasts 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 tightest kitty he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his tool, 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 grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her dorsum.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her slit slowly adjusting to suit his cock. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of moan, moan and long limb wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his muscular thrusts into her. The sound of slapping form grew to its apex. The smelling of sweat 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 decently thing, but he was lost to this minute, to his fleshly desires. He already crossed the line, why give up there.

With a final exam jab, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her optic break open loose. Her munition and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

looking for heyday, her expression turned to a bewildered look as he came inside her, it was clearly the 1st time anyone had done that to her. She could sense his cock spurting sperm into her previously Virgin womb.

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

"Emily ? ! ? ! Are you feeling serious beloved ?"

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