The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... 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 someone’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, redness growing on her cheeks, disappointment obvious on her face.

“Look,” Cam continued, “someone is going to notice you’re in here, and I will get in tons of trouble if they do and I don’t kick you out. So can you please step out? We can talk more once I’m dressed.”

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

“Ok.” Emily sounded despondent.

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

Relieved, Cam closed the door and leaned up against it, taking stock of himself. In all the commotion he didn’t notice that his cock had become hard.

After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, 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 sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some pictures of seascapes on the walls and a small closet in the left corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining in through the thin curtains, it smelt musty - the humid air doing its work to the linens. 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 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 older. She had caught him, more than a few times, returning the favour during this recent cottage trip. He couldn’t help himself, she kept walking around in that bikini - showing off her 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 girl - touch her, kiss her, strip her, even fuck her. His cock grew hard as these thoughts danced through his head. Maybe it was the fact that he and his wife were in a tiff, and haven’t had sex in weeks, but he couldn’t contain himself; Cam quickly checked to make sure the door was closed and wrapped a hand around his cock.

He couldn’t ...