The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1 - Forbidden Fruit

Cam shivered as the hot water stop flowing. Quickly, he shot his arm out past the shower curtain and reached for the first 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 rest was in order. He jumped into the shower moments before they left, eagerly fantasizing about how he would spend the rest 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 eyes never felt so wide in his skull.

Standing just beyond the shower curtain was Emily.

In an instant he tried to cover 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 front of him, and both his hands shooting down in a clumsy effort to conceal his crotch.

Emily’s cute, tiny, oval face turned red as she blushed. Her crystal green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. Cam could tell 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 manhood 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 foot from the shower opening, Emily didn’t budge.

The cottage 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 stall, just high 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 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 thighs and bum, bronzed skin, those crystal green eyes, sun kissed light-brown hair 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 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 ...