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

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the exhibitioner drapery and reached for the first gear 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 afternoon.

Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into Town, claiming a residual was in order. He jumped into the shower second 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 exhibitioner curtain.

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

Standing just beyond the shower pall was Emily.

In an instant he tried to enshroud 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 presence of him, and both his hands shooting down in a clumsy movement to conceal his crotch.

Emily's cute, tiny, prolate boldness turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hired hand. Cam could tell by her fragile, rose-coloured sassing slipping into a sly smiling that she caught a peek.

acquiring ahold of himself, slightly, Cam managed to keep one hand 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 battlefront of him.

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

The cottage had just one bath. It was not much great than a closet, but there was plenty room for a toilet, swallow hole and shower bath. There was even a windowpane tucked inside of the shower stall, just high enough that you would only be able to see someone's fountainhead 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 floor where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his youthful first cousin, having just graduated high school schooltime. She was a gorgeous new woman - tall, acrobatic yet slender build, with a high hip-flare that accentuated her slight breaking ball through the thigh and bum, bronzed tegument, those crystal green centre, sun kissed light-brown hair and the most attentive c-cup tit - all contained within a red two-piece suit polkadot Bikini.

"Emily - you can't be in here."Cam's quality was matter-of-fact. 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 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 bathroom and try to see soul's penis - you're old enough to cognize that isn't how it works."He sounded like a father scolding a young child.

She looked down to the story, red growing on her cheeks, disappointment obvious on her cheek.

"flavor,"Cam continued,"person is going to discover you're in here, and I will get in tons of trouble if they do and I don't rush you out. So can you please tread out ? We can talk More once I'm dressed."

He flashed Emily a nervous, yet reassuring grin. He had been where she was before, overcome with intimate urge and finding yourself doing irrational affair. A nimble memory board, of him watching his own Aunt in an outdoor cascade while on vacation in Italia, flashed across his creative thinker.

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single motion, head word still facing the floor, 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 kerfuffle he didn't notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower number, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waistline. Before entering his sleeping room he did a nimble survey of the cottage. It didn't seem like anyone else was there - no auto in the driveway, 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 star sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his sleeping accommodation and closed the threshold. The room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end board on either side, nearly touching the bulwark. There was a big windowpane on the right-hand face, some characterization of seascapes on the bulwark and a small closet in the left field recession. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the slim down curtains, it smelt moldy - the humid air doing its work to the linen paper. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather tawdry squeaking noise as he landed - and drop away his towel.

He couldn't shake the effigy of Emily, standing there half-naked, from his mind. He had always found his first cousin attractive, and definitely noticed her staring at him as she grew elder. She had caught him, Thomas More than a few times, returning the party favor during this recent cottage trip. He couldn't supporter 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 damage, but he kept thinking to himself that in that second, he could've done anything he wanted to that girl - contact her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His putz grew hard as these thoughts danced through his fountainhead. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a pettifoggery, and haven't had sex in weeks, but he couldn't contain himself ; Cam quickly checked to make sure the doorway 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 someone else acclivity onto the bed. Cam didn't have to spread out his eyes to recognize it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the same young woman from the john, this time completely au naturel. Her punishing nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his chest, stopping as she came to gaze directly into his eyes. He could feel her heat against the read/write head of his cock.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered, perhaps trying to control back crying,"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 Saviour, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky white meat showed the tan lines from their two-piece top, her hip and crotch the tan line of merchandise from her bottoms. Her snatch, barely in view, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

With a trembling hand she reached down and touched his thigh, passing her deal up to the base of his cock. It was the most careful and delicate of touch sensation, like a gentle whisper against his pelt. Her finger's breadth met his, still firmly gripping his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his hired man away. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight.

She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his member, feeling its affectionateness against her ribbon, a prompt smile flashing across her expression - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her finespun skin senses drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her mitt, then, with slightly more authority, brought her former hand to join in.

Cam was lost in go. He placed his hand on her soft, smooth skin and pulled at her shoulder, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in line with his face. Without give-and-take she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his finger's breadth into her pussy.

It was the sozzled pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been ineffectual to fit to a greater extent than the tip of his fingerbreadth into her - but he managed to drop two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her head back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth loose all-encompassing - her body squeezing down hard on his fingers, her rosehip thrusting forward involuntarily.

Unable to focus, she released his cock.

"It… it tickles…"she panted.

With a force play that surprised even him, Cam used his spare hand to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her open mouth down onto his pecker. He was possessed by lustfulness - he didn't care who could come up walking through that doorway - he was taking this fille right here, veracious now.

She gagged on his cock. 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 dock. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his putz and, bridge player 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 puss, feeling the tingling maven of her pubic hair 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 peg wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the crocked pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a frailty 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 capacitance - her clit spread across the girth of his penis. 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 hold his stopcock. In no time, he felt her cervix uteri. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of groan, groans and long branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to have it off her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful thrusting into her. The sound of slapping pulp grew to its apex. The smell of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a abbreviated present moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the rightfulness thing, but he was lost to this consequence, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why stay there.

With a concluding poke, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes volley spread out. Her arms and legs wrapped around him - locking him into shoes.

looking at thrill, her formulation turned to a bedevil look as he came inside her, it was clearly the 1st metre anyone had done that to her. She could finger his cock spurting sperm into her previously Virgo the Virgin uterus.

As the two unlikely buff fell back onto the fretful bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable strait of a door closing downstairs.

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

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