The Cottage by lookin2please
True storey, Consensual Sex, smut, Incest, Reluctance

Cam shivered as the hot body of water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower mantle and reached for the first grubby-looking, brown towel he could obtain, pulling it towards him. The towel felt ill-humoured and concentrated 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 Church Father build a deck for the past three daytime, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into Ithiel Town, claiming a ease was in order of magnitude. He jumped into the shower present moment before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would drop the relief of the afternoon reading under the hot sun.

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

affright struck him violently - his eyes never felt so across-the-board in his skull.

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an jiffy he tried to cover his moistness, naked body with the embarrassment of a towel he was furiously clutching in his handwriting - but succeeded only in slipping on the wet shower storey, sending his towel flying whimsically in front of him, and both his hand shooting down in a fumbling effort to conceal his genitalia.

Emily's cute, petite, oval-shaped expression turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green centre fixated on what lay behind his work force. Cam could narrate by her thin, 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 humanity as he lunged forward to take hold of the towel. Promptly, wrapping it around himself, he stepped out of the cascade onto the old, moist rug in front end of him.

Just a foot from the exhibitioner first step, Emily didn't budge.

The bungalow had just one bathroom. It was not much larger than a closet, but there was enough room for a toilet, sink and shower. There was even a window tucked inside of the shower carrell, just gamy enough that you would only be able to see individual'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 floor where she stood, just looked up at him.

Despite looking like one of the oldest, Emily was his untested full 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 thighs and bum, bronzed tegument, those crystal putting 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 import 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 Wave of anxiety rushed over him. He felt it in his loins.

"Emily, you can't just come wandering into the privy and try to see someone's penis - you're old enough to do it that isn't how it works."He sounded like a founding father scolding a young nestling.

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

"Look,"Cam continued,"someone is going to comment you're in here, and I will get in tons of trouble if they do and I don't bang you out. So can you please ill-use out ? We can blab out Sir Thomas More once I'm dressed."

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

"Ok."Emily sounded despondent.

In a single movement, head still facing the level, 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 ruckus he didn't card 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 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 excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.

With no signaling of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The way was small, just big enough for a fairy bed to fit in the middle with two flyspeck end tables on either side of meat, nearly touching the paries. There was a big window on the right-hand position, some pictures of waterscape on the paries and a diminished closet in the left turning point. Despite the resplendent sunshine shining in through the thin curtains, it smelt frowsty - the humid air doing its body of work to the linen paper. Cam threw himself onto the bed - it made a rather loud squeaking noise as he landed - and threw away his towel.

He couldn't shake the picture 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, Thomas More than a few times, returning the party favor during this late cottage misstep. He couldn't help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her business 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 daughter - touching her, osculate her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these opinion danced through his promontory. 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 shit sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his putz.

He couldn't have been stroking himself for more than a minute or two when he felt someone else climb onto the bed. Cam didn't have to open his centre to know it was Emily. But he did anyways, and was greeted by the Same young woman from the privy, this time completely naked. Her difficult nipples caressed his skin as she pulled herself up his bureau, 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 moderate back tears,"I can't assistant myself."

Cam was paralyzed - he couldn't digit out his next move. He was horny, he wanted to have a go at it this daughter ; but he was married, this was his full cousin - and his wife, along with everyone else, could be home any 2nd.

But Christ, he thought as he shot a glance down, she was beautiful. Her perky breasts showed the tan communication channel from their bikini top, her rose hip and crotch the tan crease from her bottoms. Her kitty, barely in eyeshot, appeared to be sparsely covered with light-brown pubic hair.

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

She wrapped her finger's breadth around his penis, feeling its warmness against her decoration, a quick grinning flashing across her face - she had never touched one before. Cam responded by flexing his hips upward, instinctively. Her delicate pinch drove him wild. Emily began to stroke his cock with her hand, then, with slightly more assurance, brought her other paw to bring together in.

Cam was lost in ecstasy. He placed his script on her flaccid, smooth skin and pulled at her berm, motioning her to turn over so her bum was in lineage with his face. Without watchword she obliged, still stroking his cock. Once in front line of him, Cam parted her legs slightly and pushed his fingerbreadth into her kitty.

It was the tightest pussy he had ever felt. Luckily, it was dripping wet, otherwise he was certain that he would've been unable to fit More than the tip of his finger into her - but he managed to have two in.

Emily couldn't take it. She threw her chief back, squinted, and began to moan - loudly, her mouth open wide-eyed - her organic structure squeezing down hard on his fingers, her hips 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 free hired hand to grab Emily by the rear of the neck and pushed her spread out back talk down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn't care who could do walking through that door - he was taking this girl right here, justly now.

She gagged on his shaft. 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 calculate back at him - she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. He pushed her back down on his loading dock. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his cock and, helping hand still gripping her hair, pulled her chief towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her backrest and climbed on top of her. Looking into her centre, he lined his hammer up to her kitty, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small breast moving up and down with each breath. Her oculus 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 pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a frailty hold was around his shaft, gripping it fiercely as he began to movement in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it's content - her clitoris 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 twat slowly adjusting to accommodate his cock. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mountain of groan, groans and hanker branch wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful jab into her. The phone of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The scent of effort and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside of him. For a legal brief moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the right matter, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why lay off there.

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

Looking prime, her expression turned to a confused look as he came inside her, it was clearly the start meter anyone had done that to her. She could feel his turncock spurting sperm into her previously virtuous womb.

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

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

Cherie, his auntie - Emily's female parent - was coming up the stair .