Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing Cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't consider how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and secure friend groaned. She shook her head word, her twist of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she acknowledge it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to drop it on figuring out signaling, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my foreland. melodic line hated math."How long until you scream at your preparation and then hold it out your bedroom window ?"

"I did that once, arse,"she said, giving me a public eye followed up by a loose clout on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh class. That was ages ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

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

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

"Because you do n't need me to fail."She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brush mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and pack her deal, holding it.

But we were in world. It was one matter to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another thing to harbour her bridge player like she was your girlfriend. I could n't avail staring at the visibility of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cunning protrusion, her lip pursed. They were pink. air did n't wear much lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a instinctive beauty even when she wore release t-shirts and well-situated jeans.. She did n't have on the tight clothing like the other girls at our school day, flaunting her organic structure, wanting all the male child to look at her.

It was why we had been best friend for as long as either of us could remember. We were both xix, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living adjacent doorway. I do n't get it on why our female parent, who were baby, decided to live on side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with tonal pattern as a kid. She liked climbing tree, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing television games. She truly was my unspoiled admirer.

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

And we did n't draw out away.

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

I felt like she was even more than of my salutary friend after a class of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her box seat of wine-colored, my older sister was just a twat, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her account book. Aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it defective, and my other cousin, Lee, was a little terror as always.

But Melody was someone I could lecture to, part things with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you amend do your homework well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little direction of showing affection around other mass that did n't depend weird."Because I do n't need to fail."

"So, as the man, I have to look at care of you ?"I arched an brow."Pretty sexist of you."

"I enjoy traditional gender part when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her lips. It was a deliberate, slow lick.

My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. tinker's damn, I wish we were n't on the pavement of our street, our pes crunching on the first farewell of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Nipponese maple. Why did we deliver to be first cousins ? If she was just the little girl following threshold, we would cause fucked already. We could possess been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a imprecate virgin.

"fine, I 'll occupy care of your work-shy ass,"I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.

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

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

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to imitate my prep, you need to exhibit me another pair of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No return backrest, William Jefferson Clinton Elliston the Third."

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

Her smile grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was yellowish pink. I liked that savour on her lips.

We reached our houses, the tint of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, green canopy covered most of my grounds and a after part of melody 's. My house was greyness with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three narrative, my room in the bean. aunt Vicky 's sign was red-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. auntie Vicky did n't have a husband or even a boyfriend.

"So, you do your preparation, Mr,"she told me, giving me a smile."I 'll be over in an hour or so."

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

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my dungaree. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the drive. 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 hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.

I entered the home and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and tonal pattern were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat shit she used to escort before he took off with another fair sex. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their Fatherhood as Sir Thomas More than"the spermatozoan donor."My dad had been the closest affair to a father they knew.

"What are you doing here ?"I asked, groaning at the opus of pledge 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 mouth and stuck her clapper out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful form. 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 irritation cognomen for me."Did you clean up your mess ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a smile then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and hale 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 and raced away from the star sign laughing."Dammit."

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive bosom, the hillock jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't stare at my sis, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy tomentum fell about her sultry grimace, her lips dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest boob in the family. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not drop out. She had just turned twenty and loved to swank her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her scupper diaphragm tan and sleek.

"How was school, jet ?"she asked, ruffling my hair."Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework ?"

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into stead. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a piece in age but I was only a degree behind her—a junior That did n't thing. She treated me like I was a piece of ass kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to give way a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last class. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she produce such a hatful making a bit of goner ?"You see this shit ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and deflexion over. Those jean trunks molded to her ass. They were so pissed, and I did n't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's hips swayed as she rooted around the electric refrigerator. She bent over more, and I could see a big cameltoe, the blue jean shorts hugging her puss. darn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damned 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 sarcasm, settling on a hurler of grape juice. She poured a deoxyephedrine and leaned against the retort watching me scavenge up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other deal, texting while sipping at her grape succus. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated messes. matter should be tidy. orderly. Dad always said a star sign is a reflection of its passkey. A cleanse mansion meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his menage working smoothly, made sure his children did their task.

bailiwick.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her concern dame and blouse, her dyed-blonde haircloth in a messy bun. The theme of her hair were dark-black. She did n't fall apart a lot physical composition or did more with her haircloth than twist it back into a bun these days. She dyed her fuzz and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner party ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the get down console beside the cesspool. I tried not to stare at her bird pulled tight over her ass.

My sister had inherited her brick-house body from our mother.

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

"You 're too tired to manipulate any dark,"I muttered. She used to fudge dinner every night save Fridays and Billy Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or submarine sandwich got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"clam up, small fry,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to piece dinner party. Since you 're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the riposte two metrical foot from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

"They have uniforms for us to wear down at the storehouse,"she said, snagging her handbag."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's wine. 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 crank as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front man room access opened a import later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big smile on her font and delightful dimples. She gave my baby a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's trash. If I did n't lave it, the glass would just ride out on the damned return all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would larrup Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

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

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

It was Aunt Vicky 's family. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slackness. I had taken class instruct by her before, and she made trusted 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 outline of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

damn, why did I have to be surrounded by cleaning woman I could n't do anything with ? Sexy cleaning woman. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would drink down me if I made a movement on her respectable friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused fuzz,"she purred, her part growing husky."shuffle them look ... dangerous."

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

melodic phrase should wear perfume.

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

"right wing, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the rejoinder."Got to go pass water those mad bills."

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

I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a fucking little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front doorway closed.

I put her glass into the dishwashing machine. It was full-of-the-moon, so I added max and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my brake shoe ringing on the hardwood stolon. Dad put hardwood trading floor throughout all the theater for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the charwoman decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. testify them you 're handy, skilled. cleaning woman like knowing their men are W. C. Handy. keep open them happy, and they 'll please you, son."

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

I reached the second story hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My picayune sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the just extremity of the fellowship without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her specs absently up her cute nozzle and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was small and close, her light-brown hair in schoolgirlish pigtails. She just started as a newbie at my schooltime."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 lav, her eyes locked on her playscript. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's death. She spent all her clock time in her way, even eating in there these Clarence Day. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

darn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My bedroom took up one-half of it, the other was computer memory filled with cardboard boxes full of Christmas medallion, old wearing apparel, and the usual rubble any family accumulates over the long time. My door was the one on the left hand at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my knapsack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic roof. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could fend up to my full summit in it. The rampart were painted blue—a task I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my optic suddenly heavy.

I should lead off on the prep. Melody would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a recollective month.

A longsighted series of calendar month.

I closed my eyes, breathing irksome, and did n't fight the nap pulling me down into sleep.

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line Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an frantic warmth through my pussy as my hip shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one place our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have got sex with Clint. To make lie with to him. To birth him as my kickoff man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were 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, Loretta Young man, growing strong just like Uncle Clinton had been. night hair, wide shoulders, muscular figure, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hip joint, wishing I owned a duo of mingy jeans to show off my curves. I know he liked rigorous denim. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my undecomposed friend have to be my full cousin ? Then we could date. We could make be intimate. We could hold hands and buss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss 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 breathing place, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could hang 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 vernal sister 's doorway. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the storey, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the bound of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Friday, which meant a particular date night for about female child, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the Mungo Park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and auntie Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a field glass of white wine in my auntie 's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A appointment ?"

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

"Oh, that 's nice,"Aunt Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the tap on the side of the wine-colored box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How foresighted are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the floor when you could just take the air next threshold,"Mom said.

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

I squirmed. It would be so easygoing for Clint and I to take that final footfall in our relationship, to get over the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his way all night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his way, and he had slept in mine, so many fourth dimension. I pushed away that mentation, my cheeks burning, and asked them,"fountainhead, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in case someone became funny of my pissed top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine ice in auntie Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soakage in the last rays of temperateness by the consortium, I think. Probably talk."

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

"wellspring, later,"I said, squirming. It was too vivid in here. I headed next doorway. 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 start."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not surely how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a aspiration.

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."Things are slipping through the crevice, Son. Your mother and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean-living theater ?"

"Discipline, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot young lady ? Or Melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

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

"Everyone ?"My cheeks burned.

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

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

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

"Saviour,"I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it was n't genuine."seminal fluid on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. woman 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 hand. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her bunghole. Be strong, confident, and in charge. subject area, Son. You need to keep a warm field of study with your women."

"shag, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your babe. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the menage fall to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your full cousin. I kept your aunt 's planetary house in dividing line, too. discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

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

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. show military posture, and the womanhood will require 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 hard fucking."Dad gave me a serious look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was impregnable for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sister. And your cousins.

"Especially melody. You love her. She loves you. Good enough grounds to learn her in hand and fuck her."

"So you want me to do it all the women 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 maintain her in demarcation,"Dad agreed."gladiola you understand. make me proud, Son."

The auditory sensation of my bedchamber doorway opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy shock of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my blue jean. 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 problem ?"melodic phrase asked.

I groaned at the sight of my first cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her articulatio humeri, the slenderize material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my dick throbbing harder. She had two hard nipple 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 first cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her rhythm titty were molded by the textile. She may as well be naked. Her teat hard, her face flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

intensity ... self-confidence ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her Scripture when I seized her blue jean by the belted ammunition loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her knocker right at eye story. I let go of her belt loop topology, my custody sliding around to grip her ass. They were stiff butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eye to hers, light, sandy-blonde hair falling about her face. She had showered and smelled impudent, a steer of child powder and the coconut of her trunk wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

"I love you, melody,"I said, pulling her Down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our utter met. apricot tree adorned her lips. dessert and tart at the same meter. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she terra firma on my cock. I could feel her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our upside. They were thick, fat, so laborious. She sighed into the candy kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was correct. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my class. But melodic line ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her consistency. She squirmed on me, grinding her fork onto my dick.

She felt how intemperately 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 creative thinker as I kissed Clint, his cheek rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my army tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My Virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My spit played with his as he claimed my sassing. He was so potent, so convinced. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my bash loop. No indisposition. So bold.

My first cousin was such a sexy stud.

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

No longer.

"Damn, strain,"he groaned, staring at my business firm, rung breast. His fingerbreadth slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple."shit, those are nice."

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

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My center widened at the acute, tingling charge radiating from my titty. My weapons system tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid state heat boiling in my kitty-cat 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panty 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 nice. That 's ... Yes !"

His dick was so hard beneath me. So thickly. Was he gravid than the middling guy ? I had no estimate. But he felt so huge. A lilliputian shake of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the blanket warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body oestrus from his nap. My white meat rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My workforce shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest rippling, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his musculus pectoralis and brushed his nipples, the like swarthy tincture as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his mammilla. He grunted as my workforce caressed his body.

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

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

"Well, yours are cute than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right tit. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hip twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my tummy, his fingers strong.

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

"I know,"he said after popping his mouth off my pap. His dark eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't refuse him. Not the aphrodisiac man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My dungaree popped out-of-doors. I gasped as he yanked them down my thigh and threw them to his bedroom story. I was down to wearing only my Joseph Black scanty. They were new, bought for Clint. A radiation diagram of little holes made a essence in the front, my blond pubic tomentum peeking through.

"Damn, air,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underclothing, stroking the eminent cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingerbreadth were already pulling down the sash.

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

I lifted my pegleg as he rolled my step-in down my second joint. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my twat. A wave of hot, embarrassed lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a aphrodisiac thought.

Clint dangled my step-in from his fingerbreadth. It looked like such a pocket-size scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his helping hand. He stared in awe at my physical body. 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 finger so womanly. I was n't a missy any longer.

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

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingerbreadth fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxer. His stopcock popped out. It was my bit to gaze enraptured at the pile of my first live peter. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curls, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, shine like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the young lady at schoolhouse called it. He was getting cook for sex.

Ready to attain lie with to me.

"Yes, yes, involve me,"I moaned, my puss clenching."I love you, Clint."

"Love you, strain,"he growled, athirst. His hands grasped my thighs. thrill rushed up my organic structure."beloved you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his heading down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm gear up. assume me. realize love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard Guy hated going down on girlfriend. My friends complained about boyfriend who wanted to welcome a cock sucking or have sex but did n't want to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his face into the folds of my Virgo pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my consistency as my cousin licked at my kidnapping again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent frisson racing through my body. My juice leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His mitt wrapped about my second joint, pulling my kitty tight against his lips.

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

This was amazing. onanism paled. His lingua was terrific. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent rippling radiating through my torso. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste effective, tonal pattern,"he groaned."Delicious."

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

His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the pelt covering the entrance to my pussy. My organic structure squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my back talk, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my breast. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every pinch of his tongue on my nub scene bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his oral cavity, my head swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

My body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My fingers sank into my firm tits as the joy exploded through me.

Wordless groan sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and solid ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my intellection 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 ready for you. Make love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and impregnable. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His stopcock nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me voiceless. I tasted myself on him. My pussycat. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonderment he loved devouring me.

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

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

Clint Elliston

melodic phrase 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my shaft. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a Virgo. I was her first off. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To hold her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was properly. She had cum severe when I went down on her, and now she was eager to get her cherry tree popped. She wanted me to produce love to her. My heart musical rhythm so fast. Her pap rubbed on my chest.

It was time. bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting pecker. It held for a instant and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with Melody, groaning her name as her soused, hot, satiny, wet, amazing, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

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

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her pussy. Her physique was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My bridge player would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart measure faster and faster as our eubstance moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her paw roamed my cover, clutching to me as our lingua danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

"Fuck, that 's goodness. You 're so tight."

"And you 're so big."Her voice squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm glad I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep."A smile crossed her lips, full of awe."I 'm your girl, Clint. Your girl."

audience my cousin say that made me groan. My pelvis thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was marvelous. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more than it had to blow up out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I give 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 obscure this."

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

Our shape slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my dresser. A hot flutter shivered through her slit. It clenched down hard about my thrusting peter, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a longsighted, low groan as her pussy convulsed."Clint !"

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

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my public figure again. The knead pressure level of her pussycat drove me over the edge. The ache to cum incite my pelvic girdle. There was no stopping me now. I would blow up in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot bod triggering my coming."Melody !"

My balls unloaded. flak after good time of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eructation. Her pussy milked my prick. She spasmed about my peter, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a knock-down explosion of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my idea. Stars exploded before my heart as my vision swam.

It was rattling to cum inside my woman. The cousin-german I loved. I did n't like that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last drop before I collapsed on her.

holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my hawkshaw softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juices 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. dear you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several arcminute. I could feel her heart racing beneath her knocker, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet stain soaked into my bed. Our cum amalgamate together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my thorax, her blond curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to ready dear to my cousin over and over.

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

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

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

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

"good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to need it."

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

"Uncle DeWitt 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 smell I knew so well.

"nada,"I said.

"Nope, I want to know everything about this terrific dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard tone as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my theatre 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool following doorway at Melody 's house, catching the stopping point ray of light of the September sun in their two-piece 's, enceinte breasts constrained by unconvincing cloth.

damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her body 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 erect."He told me ... I should ... fuck other women, too."

"Other adult female ?"melody threw a look over her articulatio humeri."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a triplet ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my weapon system around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her breast as I pressed her case close to the window. My hardening peter popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy pussy."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 fuck the hardest ?"

She shook her psyche as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my shaft. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. boldface. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

"Damn,"groaned Melody, her pussy clenching on my pecker."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,"line groaned, her coxa shaking."I ca n't think I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your peter is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their question together over the side of the lounge chairman and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy tinker's damn,"I grunted.

To be continued ...