The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... larger one facing the driveway. The muddled light managed to hit all the partially used beach towels, swim gear, and duffle bags strewn about the quaint sitting area that doubled as a dining room, as well as the faded pictures of various heights and frames clinging to the walls.

“Emily?! Are you feeling better, dear?” Cherie called, kicking her sandals aside and looking around the empty main floor again. “Honey?” Cherie tried again, climbing the short flight of overly creaky stairs to the musty second floor. “Can’t hear a damn thing climbing these,” Cherie muttered. “Emily?” she called again. When no reply came, Cherie stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at each bedroom door awaiting her. Two were shut—the room she and her sister were sharing and the one her daughters slept in; Cal’s door was ajar a couple of inches, letting the afternoon sun streak sharply across the floor and over her feet. “She must be asleep,” Cherie whispered. Intending to wash herself before tending to Emily, Cherie made for the bathroom door across from Cal’s room. She tiptoed a couple of steps, then froze.

Cherie wasn’t sure how she caught sight of it—maybe it was the sunlight casting it in a heavenly glow or how she had just seen her husband’s—but out of the corner of her unblinking eye, she saw Cal’s cock. Still as a statue, with one leg lunged before the other, Cherie turned to look. Fuck, she thought, I forgot Cal stayed behind too! And fuck, she continued in her mind, that thing is ...

... enormous. She brought her heels to the floor but still hadn’t taken a breath. Instead, her eyes passed through the open door and over Cal’s sleeping, naked body. She sipped a breath and made carefully for the door. Just before crossing the threshold, Cherie looked at Emily’s room. And while thoughts of doing the right thing came to her, she pressed ahead. It wasn’t until she slipped soundlessly through the door and to the end of Cal’s bed that Cherie noticed Cal’s cock and pubic region were moist. She leaned closer. The floor creaked.

Cherie’s eyes grew, and she gasped softly, but Cal remained unstirred. Cherie lingered in the unnerving silence until she felt enough time had passed to resume her shameful exploration. With a knot building in her stomach, she brought her face near Cal’s loins and sniffed. Cum, she mused. He must have jacked off, did a poor cleanup, and fallen asleep. Cherie stood up quickly. What the fuck, she scolded herself, this is my nephew, my flesh and blood! But her eyes kept flittering to the cock. They passed over each vein lurking along the uncut shaft; they lingered on the shiny puddles of spent seed hiding in the folds of his athletic groin; they measured the amount of space she had to work with beside his hips.

Without further thought or sound, Cherie undressed from the waist down. On queue, she felt something warm dribble from her sex and down her inner thigh. She spread the fluid over her labia with eager, churning fingers that never left, ...