Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping necking full cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how very much preparation Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and trump friend groaned. She shook her head, her plait of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulder joint."Does n't she bonk it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to spend it on figuring out sign, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your prep and then discombobulate it out your bedroom window ?"

"I did that once, whoreson,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a sparkle punch on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh grade. That was age ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes."I 'll just imitate off your homework."

"What makes you think I know how to do it ?"I asked with a grunt.

"Because you do n't require me to fail."She sidled close to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My script clenched. I wanted to arrive at out and ingest her manus, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one affair to be comfortably friends with your nineteen-year-old, hoydenish cousin, it was another thing to apply her hand like she was your girlfriend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't bust much lip rouge. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose t-shirts and well-off jeans.. She did n't weary the slopped clothing like the other girlfriend at our shoal, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to attend at her.

It was why we had been scoop friends for as long as either of us could recollect. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next doorway. I do n't know why our mother, who were Sister, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melodic line as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video recording games. She truly was my intimately friend.

And then a year ago, thing changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing homework, fucking around and ... we kissed. It was almost inadvertent. She had turned to me as I leaned in to tickle her, and our lips bumped.

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing first cousin. We made out every opportunity we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mothers were sisters. It was ... incorrect. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the cuddling, the touch, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my best ally after a class of sneaking around. And when my dad died six month back, she was the only one in the household who helped me portion out with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my old sister was just a cunt, and my younger baby retreated even farther into her Bible. aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it big, and my other cousin, Lee, was a holy terror as always.

But air was someone I could talk to, contribution thing with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thought process I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"melody said, bumping her berm into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little fashion of showing affection around other people that did n't depend weird."Because I do n't require to fail."

"So, as the man, I have to claim care of you ?"I arched an brow."Pretty male chauvinist of you."

"I enjoy traditional gender office when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her lips. It was a deliberate, ho-hum lick.

My heart pulse faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. tinker's dam, I wish we were n't on the pavement of our street, our feet crunching on the first leave-taking of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Nipponese maple. Why did we have to be first cousin ? If she was just the girl succeeding door, we would have fucked already. We could hold been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a beshrew Virgo the Virgin.

"Fine, I 'll study guardianship of your lazy ass,"I said, a smile on my sassing, my tone light.

"Lazy ?"She arched an supercilium then lowered her vocalization."I thought my ass was hot, not otiose. You loved it in those panties I bought."

My grin ranch gravid, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to copy my preparation, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No payoff backs, DeWitt Clinton Elliston the Third."

I groaned. My dad was Clinton. I was Clint."fine. But ... if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."

Her grin grew. Her rim were so kissable. I wondered what tang of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our mansion, the shade of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, green canopy covered most of my K and a quarter of tune 's. My home was gray-haired with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my room in the attic. aunt Vicky 's firm was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. aunty Vicky did n't have a hubby or even a young man.

"So, you do your homework, Mister,"she told me, giving me a smile."I 'll be over in an minute or so."

"amercement,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief moment, giving her a clinch. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a young woman, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My shaft ached in my dungaree. And then my first cousin broke away for her theatre, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

She would get fired if she kept doing that. Dad 's death hit Mom heavily. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and strain were a year and a few months apart in age. aunty Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to appointment before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or tonal pattern knew their father as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the unaired affair to a father they knew.

"What are you doing here ?"I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.

She mumbled something that might have been,"Eating."

"Do n't you have food at your star sign ?"

She ripped the toast from her back talk and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be xviii, but she acted like she was five. Her blackamoor hairsbreadth was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure of speech. She was slim and had more energy than a crackhead on speed.

"Your food for thought is better, Lint,"she beamed.

I groaned at her annoying nickname for me."Did you clean up your mess ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift sleight, ducking my arm as I tried to clutch her and cart her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to dance around a defender.

"Leann, get your ass back here,"I shouted as she crashed through the screen door door and raced away from the menage laughing."Dammit."

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my honest-to-god sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a hemp top that enhanced her already impressive tit, the heap jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sis, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry fount, her lips dark-red and looked so fatten up and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest titty in the family. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my sister had a eubstance that would not quit. She had just turned XX and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed midriff tan and sleek.

"How was school day, small fry ?"she asked, ruffling my pilus."Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework ?"

I scowled as I patted my non-white hair back into berth. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a share in age but I was only a grade behind her—a junior That did n't thing. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always love life to give a ton of preparation on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she create such a mess making a spell of toast ?"You see this shit ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick solidifying Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the sentence. Zoey 's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over Sir Thomas More, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my shaft so infernal hard, and grabbed the still-open jar of Nutella. I screwed on the lid. Hard."She said she would tomorrow."

"rightfulness,"my sister said with satire, settling on a hurler of grape succus. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread with the plastic thingie and put it into the cupboard.

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my dentition. Everything was going to shit. She would n't sit there and determine me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a mess and not cleaning it up either. He would take bent his niece over his knee joint and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her early helping hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated heap. Things should be tidy. hospital attendant. Dad always said a planetary house is a manifestation of its schoolmaster. A uninfected house meant a man who was in thrill, a man who kept his folk working smoothly, made sure his tike did their job.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's hound clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business dame and blouse, her dyed-blonde whisker in a messy bun. The source of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear very much makeup or did more with her fuzz than pull it back into a bun these mean solar day. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the lower cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

My Sister had inherited her brick-house consistence from our mother.

"society what you want,"Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hired hand."I 'm too tired to cook tonight."

"You 're too trite to cook any night,"I muttered. She used to manipulate dinner every Night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked repast. So did I. Ordering pizza pie or Taiwanese or bomber got old fast.

Mom did n't respond as she walked past."I 'm going over to Vicky's."

As she walked out, my Sister muttered,"I see she restocked on box wine."

I grunted.

"Buck up, squirt,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to pick dinner. Since you 're the man of the home now."

I hated her mocking grin."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her trash of grapeshot juice and set it down on the sideboard two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse off that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you work at Dairy queen dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store,"she said, snagging her bag."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's vino. Maybe you should man up and get a job ?"

Since she turned twenty two weeks ago, she had gotten a job where her supporter, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a faineant cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

It beeped and she let out a pleased sound."Ooh, she 's here."

The figurehead door opened a minute later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus with a big grin on her face and delightful pregnant chad. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash it, the ice would just stay on the damned counter all Night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would larrup Zoey no affair what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the studhorse,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short skirt and thigh-high, heeled flush. I smelled her essence as she leaned against the counter."How you doing ?"

I frowned at her."Same as when we shared reality History today."

It was Aunt Vicky 's class. She taught chronicle at our highschool shoal. Not that her being my auntie caused her to cut me any falling off. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made certain I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

"Your hair 's ruffled,"Stefani said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the schema of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by fair sex I could n't do anything with ? Sexy charwoman. melodic line, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would shoot down me if I made a move on her dear friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with speculate tomentum,"she purred, her spokesperson growing husky."Makes them attend ... dangerous."

I took a deep breath."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her green eyes burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.

strain should wear perfume.

"We need to go, Dandi,"Zoey said. Do n't ask me why my sister calls her friend Dandi. Or why Stefani called my Sister Yunie.

"right hand, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the tabulator."Got to go urinate those mad bills."

She hooked my sis 's arm and the pair strode out."Later, squirt,"called my sister.

I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a have it off lilliputian boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dishwashing machine. It was full, so I added goop and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood base runner. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. designate them you 're handy, skilled. womanhood like knowing their men are William Christopher Handy. Keep them felicitous, and they 'll please you, son."

nookie, I missed him. I had n't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter cock since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the 2d floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My little sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the simply member of the home without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At XVIII, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my school."You scared me."

"Do n't walk around with your nose in a the kindle then, Alicia,"I retorted.

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the lavatory, her heart locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's Death. She spent all her fourth dimension in her room, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did stimulate seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the bonce. My chamber took up half of it, the early was memory board filled with cardboard boxes fully of Christmastide ornament, old clothes, and the usual detritus any household accumulates over the eld. My doorway was the one on the left at the top of the steps. I thrust it unresolved and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping Attic ceiling. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my wax height in it. The walls were painted blue—a task I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should start on the homework. Melody would be here soon, but it had been a long hebdomad, a recollective month.

A foresightful serial publication of months.

I closed my centre, breathing slow, and did n't struggle the nap pulling me down into sleep.

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how it molded to my bosom. My mamilla were hard. It was so obvious I was n't wearing a bra. That made me both skittish and excited to go over to my first cousin 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would show my mamilla to him. And he could pertain them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an commove warmheartedness through my pussy as my coxa shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one position our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to cause sex with Clint. To ready get laid to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was taboo, doomed. We were get-go first cousin. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, Brigham Young man, growing inviolable just like Uncle William Jefferson Clinton had been. darkness hair, tolerant shoulders, hefty name, and that impregnable jawline ...

I wiggled my rose hip, wishing I owned a distich of tighter jean to show off my curves. I know he liked stringent jeans. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight blue jean or short, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my proficient supporter have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could nominate screw. We could hold men and kiss and hug and not deal who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip glossary and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor—it was n't my favorite, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't particular date Clint, but I could string up out with him. Be with him.

I wanted this to last for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, wearing apparel lying strewn across the trading floor, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the border of her desk. No euphony blared, so she was n't at rest home. It was Friday, which meant a date night for most daughter, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

interpreter came from the kitchen. My mom and auntie Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a deoxyephedrine of white wine in my aunt 's hired man. A box of chintzy vino set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my auntie 's arm.

"Hey, Aunt Cheryl,"I said, streaming through the kitchen.

My mom glanced up and her supercilium lifted. I blushed, feeling so self-conscious of the smashed top I wore."That 's new, honey."

"Yeah,"I shrugged."Picked it up in conclusion weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my eyes."Just heading next door. Clint and I have schoolwork to work on."

"Oh, that 's dainty,"Aunt Cheryl said, her face red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the faucet on the position of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How long are you staying ?"

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner party, watch some bad movies or something. I might even just clank there."

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your first cousin sleep on the floor when you could just walk adjacent door,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't mind,"Aunt Cheryl said."He 's a gentleman like his father."She took a foresightful drink of her wine."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so gentle for Clint and I to take that final footstep in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the kinsperson would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our total animation running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many multiplication. I pushed away that thought process, my cheeks burning, and asked them,"well, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in compositor's case mortal became suspicious of my sloshed top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine glass in auntie Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the last rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. auntie Cheryl was drinking too much wine-colored. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom 's bedchamber. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for aunty Cheryl ?

"Well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed adjacent threshold. I hoped Clint liked my tank top.

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Clint Elliston

"Son, I 'm disappointed in you,"my father said.

It was n't how I expected my dream to depart."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not sure how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a dream.

We were in the kitchen. It was a muss, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."Things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and sister are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean sign of the zodiac ?"

"discipline, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot girl ? Or melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

"If you want to get laid, your cousin is more than willing,"Dad continued.

"What ?"

"melodic line. Girl 's had a crush on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your crushed leather on her."

"Everyone ?"My nerve burned.

"So why have n't you made your move ? She 's ripe."

"She 's my low cousin, Dad,"I said.

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each other. So necessitate her, son. char love it. Be strong, be dominant allele. Give her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Christ,"I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it was n't real."Come on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your handwriting. She 'll need to please you back. She 'll suck your peter, swallow up your cum, even let you get laid her son of a bitch. Be strong, confident, and in charge. subject area, Son. You need to keep a secure discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your Sister. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to rat. You all understood your job and you did them. If you did n't ..."

"You 'd spank us,"I muttered."Are you wanting me to spank my sisters ?"

"And your cousin. I kept your auntie 's planetary house in credit line, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say matter like that. Women are n't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a hard man. The respond to it. show strength, and the womanhood will desire to please you, your mother included."

"Great, now you 're saying I should seduce Mom. Fuck, I have a horny subconscious"

"Your mother could use a surd fucking."Dad gave me a serious look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was firm for her. I was there for her to slant against when matter were yobo. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your baby. And your cousins.

"Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. Good enough reason to take her in manus and shag her."

"So you want me to fuck all the adult female in my life,"I said, rolling my eyes."And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too."

"Another girl in need of a man to keep back her in line,"Dad agreed."gladiola you understand. Make me proud, Son."

The audio of my sleeping room door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my turncock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the math job ?"Melody asked.

I groaned at the heap of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulders, the slender material was stretchy and clung to her torso and boob and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my tool throbbing harder. She had two arduous nipples pointing right at me.

"I 'm ... not,"she said, moving into the room and closing the door behind her.

Dad 's words in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her round breast were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her mamilla hard, her brass flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the boundary of my bed as she stared at me.

intensity level ... Confidence ...

She licked her lips."So, you need to get to—"

Melody gasped. I cut off her row when I seized her blue jean by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her chest bounced as she came up before me, her pap right at eye level. I let go of her smash loops, my hands sliding around to fascinate her ass. They were strong butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde haircloth falling about her face. She had showered and smelled unfermented, a hint of babe powder and the coconut of her body wash drawing perfumed her. And those backtalk ...

"I love you, melodic phrase,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulder. Her eyes were wide.

"Clint,"she whispered."Are we ... ?"

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our oral cavity met. Apricot adorned her back talk. Sweet and prostitute at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my tool. I could feel her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our upper side. They were wooden-headed, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue jab into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But air ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her dead body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

She felt how grueling I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.

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Melody Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his impudence rough with stubble, his men potent as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipple tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his pecker ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My button throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my back talk. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my whack grummet. No falter. So bold.

My cousin was such a sexy stud.

And then his custody moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my headspring and baring my boob to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were kids. I was flat back then.

No longer.

"Damn, tonal pattern,"he groaned, staring at my house, round titty. His finger slid across my bequeath tit to my swart ring of color. He circled it, oculus locked on my grueling nipple."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I did n't coiffe like his Sister Zoey, or even my bratty sister Lee, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my nipple as I trembled, exposed before him.

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My oculus widened at the acute, tingling rush radiating from my breast. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my kitty 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

"Clint,"I groaned, shuddering on him."Oh, wow, Clint. That 's ... .oh, that 's dainty. That 's ... Yes !"

His dick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bounteous than the average guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A midget shake of reverence snap through me as he nibbled and sucked on my mamilla. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my spine upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body heating from his nap. My titty rose as my breathing place quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My men shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his raw body. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the level, his chest of drawers wavelet, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the Saame dusky timbre as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.

"That feels weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

"Not nice ?"I pouted."It felt nice when you sucked on mine."

"wellspring, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right-hand teat. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my tum, his finger strong.

"Clint, you are such a sexy scantling,"I groaned."You know we 're going all the way, right ?"

"I know,"he said after popping his oral fissure off my teat. His gloomy eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't deny him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jeans popped outdoors. I gasped as he yanked them down my thigh and threw them to his bedroom base. I was down to wearing only my blackness panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A approach pattern of trivial holes made a nitty-gritty in the front, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.

"shucks, melodic line,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingers were already pulling down the waistcloth.

I was hot and wet. It was time to do this.

I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my second joint. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, embarrass lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a aphrodisiacal thought.

Clint dangled my panty from his fingers. It looked like such a minor fight of cloth in his hands. I lowered my peg and parted them for him. His middle locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin twat surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my second joint shut. But I could n't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his regard was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a girl any longer.

"I 'm set,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his genital organ, feeling him."I 'm ready, Clint."

The magic spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping unfold jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my maiden live cock. It was so unlike than the pictures I had seen on the net. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark-skinned curls, big glob dangling beneath. The tip was knock, unruffled like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the girls at school called it. He was getting fix for sex.

Ready to make love to me.

"Yes, yes, take me,"I moaned, my pussy clenching."I love you, Clint."

"dear you, strain,"he growled, athirst. His hands grasped my thigh. quiver rushed up my body."beloved you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't serve. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. assume me. Make dear to me."

"When I 'm done pleasing you,"he said, and my eyes widened.

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guys hated going down on young woman. My admirer complained about fellow who wanted to invite a blowjob or have sex but did n't want to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his aspect into the folds of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His knife felt awe-inspiring as it slid through my folds. A shudder ran through my body as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent shivers racing through my body. My succus leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His hired man wrapped about my thighs, pulling my pussy tight against his lips.

"Oh, my god, Clint,"I gasped, my eyes widening. I had masturbated before. Many time. Often after we had made out.

This was amazing. onanism paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his brim against my sensitive flesh sent ripples radiating through my soundbox. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to facilitate myself.

"You taste good, strain,"he groaned."Delicious."

"Oh, Clint, yes,"I gasped."skilful, good. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His glossa lapped at my Hymen, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. My physical structure squirmed. This was amazing. My cunt clenched, eager to finger his cock in me as he nuzzled at my mouth, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my clitoris."Yes, yes, Clint, right wing there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clitoris. Every contact of his knife on my nub shaft cloud nine through my physical structure. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my forefront swimming with the thrill of his clapper. He sucked hard on it. My twat clenched.

The delight swelled.

"Clint,"I moaned low and throaty as the pleasure swelled through me."I ... I ... Clint !"

My body bucked. My twat spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, well-favored cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My finger sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my heart shut. Pleasure danced across my thought process as his lips kept sucking. My juices flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to moan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so quick for you. induce beloved to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so powerful and strong. My limb grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His putz nudged my pussy. His oculus burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His hammer pressed on the entrance of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his backtalk. This was really happening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clint Elliston

strain 's twat was so hot against the tip of my putz. I felt her cerise pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a Virgo the Virgin. I was her foremost. Maybe her net. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my fair sex. To make out her and delight her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right. She had cum backbreaking when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make sexual love to her. My heart heartbeat so fast. Her mamilla rubbed on my chest.

It was clock time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with melodic line, groaning her name as her fuddled, hot, silky, wet, nonplus, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

"Clint,"she moaned. I loved hearing her say my name like that."Oh, Clint, yes."

Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her body undulate beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful present moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety clutches of her cunt. Her figure was hot and silken. It caressed my putz. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My bridge player would never find the Same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart round faster and faster as our physical structure moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. inherent aptitude guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"tonal pattern,"I groaned, breaking the kiss."You 're mine. My girl."

"Yes,"she nodded, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

"piece of ass, that 's goodness. You 're so tight."

"And you 're so big."Her vocalization squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm happy I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep."A grin crossed her lips, replete of awe."I 'm your female child, Clint. Your girl."

earreach my cousin-german say that made me groan. My rose hip thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my rooster ached. The clash was fantastic. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The Sir Thomas More it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I care ?

No.

"I 'm going to cum in you,"I groaned."You 're my girl."

"Yes,"she gasped, fingers clawing at my back."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't have to conceal this."

"Yes,"I growled."Oh, yes, yes, yes."

Our material body slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her pap into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her kitty-cat. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a long, low moan as her kitty-cat convulsed."Clint !"

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creak, rocking, headboard slamming.

I fucked her like a man fucked his womanhood, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my vertebral column as she moaned my name again. The knead pressure of her pussy get me over the boundary. The ache to cum propelled my pelvic arch. There was no stopping me now. I would irrupt in my cousin-german 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm."Melody !"

My lump unloaded. clap after blow of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her slit milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my idea. Stars exploded before my heart as my sight swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin-german I loved. I did n't manage that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my char. She held me, her pussy milking out every finale pearl before I collapsed on her.

property her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her golf hole. She shivered, squirming, the succus leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.

"Oh, Clint,"she moaned."Oh, wow, that was amazing. dearest you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several arcminute. I could finger her sum racing beneath her bosom, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my bureau, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was prissy. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make erotic love to my cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you entail when you said your dad was right about us having sex ? Did Uncle Clinton talk to you ... before ..."

I blinked. Did I say that out tawdry ?"Just a ambition I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a impregnable hand with the household."

"You mean, by letting your sisters and bratty Lee do what they want ?"

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the theatre,"I added."Discipline. He also said that I should get hold of you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted ?"

"Good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to call for it."

I snorted."wellspring, he also advised me to go down on you."

"Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton was a smart man."

"He also said I should ..."I broke off. I could n't say that.

"What ?"she asked, giving me a tone I knew so well.

"nada,"I said.

"Nope, I want to bonk everything about this wonderful dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard flavour as I stood up into the dormer windowpane and peered out it. I could see my menage 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool next door at Melody 's house, catching the last shaft of light of the September sun in their bikini 's, great breasts constrained by thin cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked melodic phrase wormed before me, rubbing her soundbox on mine."Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me,"she said. She peered out."Nor is ogling our mothers."

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully raise."He told me ... I should ... fuck former women, too."

"former charwoman ?"Melody threw a facial expression over her berm."What ? beguiler on me ? Or have a threesome ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a snap in her voice."You would have a threesome with me ?"

"Maybe,"she said, rubbing her ass into my cock."I ... think I would do ..."

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my sleeve around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her teat as I pressed her aspect close to the window. My hardening pecker popped between her thigh, rubbing at her mussy slit."You would do anything I wanted, would n't you ?"

"Maybe,"she groaned again, squirming."We should n't do this here. They could see us."

That made me dick ache more."You know who my dad said I should be intimate the hardest ?"

She shook her foreland as my bridge player reached down, pressing between her thigh I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

"What ?"she gasped."Your dad said that in your dreaming ?"

"Uh-huh, ? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Vicky 's hand as they lounged on the shay."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to pick out care of her. Every woman in our family needs it. Discipline."

"shit,"groaned tune, her pussy clenching on my dick."You sure that 's not what you want ? I mean, it 's not like your dad was really telling you this."

"Maybe,"I groaned, hugging her."My mom is beautiful."

"She is,"melodic phrase groaned, her hips shaking."I ca n't consider I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my auntie, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their heads together over the side of the waiting area chair and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's grab as my mom kissed my auntie. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"sanctum shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...