Mind-Control step-in

Story Two : Brat 's Kinky penalisation

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to ricochet for genus Beta reading this !

There was zip special about the section store. It was like a thousand others in its chain of mountains. A massive, external mesh of box entrepot that sold everything you could need or guess. From cookware to bedding to diddle, almost everything could be found here.

The bod moving through the storehouse appeared no unlike than any of the early shoppers. It moved with a calm goodwill, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the chassis did n't support out one bit. No one even noticed the distich of panties clutched in the design 's manus. They were a pale pink, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery letters across the rear. Any fille who wore them and flashed them would give a dazzling display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The public figure headed to the habiliment division frequented by college lady friend. It passed a standpoint with oodles of panties on it in all contour and vogue and design. With a casual flick of the radiocarpal joint, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a sealed someone.

Anna carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two older buddy. Her shoulder length, brown hair's-breadth was held back from her cheek by a twosome of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her match, a dark blouse tucked into a recollective skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her clavicle. She had bright, hazelnut tree eyes and fat brim over a low nose.

"Boys,"growled her Father-God, a stern-looking man named frank Carter. He was marvellous and muscular, his poke large. A trait both his Logos, Rick and John, possessed.

"Just messing around with St. John, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grinning on his face.

privy was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a fall guy biff ?"

rick grinned."God, if I thought you were pussy, I would n't have given you a passion tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tips of her pinna burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her buddy 's legal action. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to pick up a few things."

Her father, a widowman, flicked his gaze to the clothing department. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his pharynx."Yes, fine, just see us in the sporting goods part in about twenty dollar bill minutes."

She nodded her headland and slipped out into the clothing section.

She needed a few new pairs of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the cheap form, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to tire. Perhaps it was the gold sparkle on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of textile so narrow that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink scanty and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The Bible Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so ill-affected. Something that a bad girl would fag out.

Not a proficient daughter like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't have sex what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her capitulum burning more, her cheeks gaining a picket, pink soupcon. She darted over to a rack holding ten camp of chintzy panty and snagged the commencement one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the plurality, clutching it plastered, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest period of the shopping misstep, squirming, fearing that her founder would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to hold in out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to remark that the car did n't beep nor that a price did n't demo up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her Father would let on her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two week later, I was still terrified that my father would find that certain pair of panties tucked in the spinal column of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last pair of clear scanty I had. I 'd worn every pair of uncontaminating pantie I had, including the ten from the ring I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and bacon I made before my father, my stomach squirming.

His embrown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he recognise ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a agile candy kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my brothers. hayrick 's orange juice was right on the border of the table. I was just turning away to take my own seat when John went to smack wrick. John 's hand flew out, striking the ice of Orange succus on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the putting green, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drop-off of orange succus led the way. I gasped and struggled to evade it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my chick right below my belly button. I felt all the liquid soakage through my skirt to my step-in. I squeaked in daze, blinking. I could experience the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my warmheartedness beating so fast. I could feel my last yoke of clean step-in absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, lav !"Dad barked at my middle brother."Look what you did to your Sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"john muttered.

"Do n't apologize to me ! Apologize to your damn sister !"

St. John the Apostle looked at me, his face picket."Sorry, Anna, I did n't mean to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a inapt spaz, you—"Rick started to say.

Though he was older than can, he was gaining on wrick in sizing. Snarling, John threw a severe punch at Rick, forcing my older comrade to tend back and deflect the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his clenched fist into the table to punctuate his Good Book."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered hayrick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting tinker's damn about me on Facebook,"Gospel According to John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish flavor before he darted off.

"Anna, love,"Dad said, his phonation letting down,"go on a higher floor and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm drear, hope that didn't tarnish your skirt. If it did, I 'll ready them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a fog. I did n't want to experience to put on those step-in, but these ones were soaked with orange succus. Going without panties was just impossible. The yawning pit of apprehension swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the sustenance room. I reached the step, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my panty wet and inhuman and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the steps, hating how the sodden pantie rubbed against me. teardrop were beading in my oculus. Why did wrick and John the Divine have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be nice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such little terror.

Now I had to wear out those panties. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all long. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something Weird happened ? What if Gospel According to John thought it would be suspect to yank down my bird ? He had n't done that in a few year, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious matter in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My impudence burned just thinking about those stymy, gold letter being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sense to me. They were so spicy. I liked champaign, sensitive panty. Not the type that you wore so son could see them.

I reached the second floor and took a few steps to my sleeping accommodation door. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my threshold had a ignition lock on it. I wanted to just enshroud in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't delay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd bear to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my job. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some step-in that were clean Then I could take aim the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my dame and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the front of my knit, Patrick White scanty. I dropped my bird in my clothes bond and peeled off my sodden underclothes. They stuck to me, making me palpate so filthy. I balled up the panty, found a clean plot, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the end of the juice out of my hair then threw my panties into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender mannikin. My hair flew about my face, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"Darn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my vision. There was a exclusive soil on my bra. An orange tree mar on the Stanford White fabric. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my trivial titty quivering. I yanked surface the doorway, staring at the atomic reactor of socks and bras shoved into the nook, hiding my naughty enigma. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of habiliment to the side. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery missive visible. The two T 's and a confidential information of the Y.

I felt a strange frisson as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my petty nipples hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my venter. I gasped as it jolted to my cunt, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letters to my eyes. Bratty. I was the exact antonym. Why did I buy these ?

step creaked. I gasped, realizing pop was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right wing infantry through the leg golf hole. Another surge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet rut forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the tactile sensation. Why was this happening to me ?

The step creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my will fundament through the former pickle and yanked the scanty so fast up my peg my breast bounced. I wiggled my hip, seating the panty tight against my pussy. The elastic band snapped around my waist. I could feel the blue letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the step, a wicked theme blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky pantie, my titty jiggling. They were cute, minuscule titties. perfective cone shape topped by pinko nipple. Both were intemperate and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the blue feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the stair. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to confront it and said in a cheerful vox,"Hi, pappa !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the floor creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his point in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, young titty. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his face went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one grand second. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my hands not hiding my mamilla at all."Get out of here ! I 'm au naturel ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his oral sex back, slamming my door shut so hard the entire menage trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so good-for-nothing, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so hard not to titter. My cunt felt so juicy. I pinched both my pap, tweaking them as I heard pappa shifting on his foot outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake outrage, my finger tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm drab,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to break into laughter. It was so a lot fun to tease Dad. It made my purulent nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to retrieve the double-dyed matter to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. infantile. None of them had that pizzaz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was wrong with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing More and more circus tent to the storey. Through the thin paries, I heard the saltation of John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five sis. I squirmed, risque approximation making my pussy wetter and surface-active agent.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old jersey, something I wore three or four yr ago that had gotten shoved to the dorsum of my drawer. It was tiny. It would regulate to my torso and hug my house, piffling titties. I bet it would indicate a good column inch or two of my venter. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to jiggle to pull it over me, feeling the fabric stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my pap, stimulating my piddling buds. I groaned, my puss getting so juicy and wet. My juicy step-in absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my prat, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my viewpoint mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a mitt, molding around my minuscule breasts. My mamilla poked hard against the fabric. It was so shortsighted, it exposed my omphalos. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a duo of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed outflow from my comrade 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some smut on his phone, wearing headphone so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or St. John watching my ass tremble as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was wide-cut of shorts that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a twain of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two years. I could secern they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the shortstop. I worked them up and up my legs, my pelvic arch wiggling from side to English. My little bosom quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and mellow. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my arse. I sucked in a cryptical hint, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me faulty, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just untried when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to draw the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, line up the zip most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the consequence. My disgusting pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could hear King John really going to town on his peter. He was spanking his monkey like the moment coming was about to happen, and he wanted one last cum before Redeemer Savior arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orangeness juice all over me.

I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it exposed inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinge. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the exhibitioner going, guessing Rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking unbowed ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little titties bouncing naked minute ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my kit was. What a shame. It was so a good deal fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited exterior of privy 's chamber, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to set about creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delectation when he resumed, thinking he was prophylactic. My smile grew prominent and tumid. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a late breath, my stallion organic structure trembling. Tingles raced from my step-in, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the with child brat in the world.

I wrenched open the door, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every sentence you masturbate, God kills a kitty !"

lav, his shirt pulled up to break his bland stomach and his hand stroking his dick, kicked his stage as he struggled to breed himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to tear his cover over his cock. His face turned beet red as I shook my headland at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

"What the shtup !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking gripe !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na secernate dad you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the room and closed the threshold. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might give hated that skirt, and he 'd soak my unflattering step-in, but he had no right to cover me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my erstwhile brother for provoking john. My little pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked whorl on any of the threshold, even the bathroom. My blood brother had used that to their advantage many clip to attract caper on each other.

Now it was my turn of events.

I twisted the door 's nerve handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door out-of-doors, the phone of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no estimate I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door exposed just a little farther. I could see him as a darkness through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A mischievous thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his eubstance all smooth out muscular tissue. My twat clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen closet.

We did n't celebrate towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His hum stopped as I grabbed his dress and towel in my greedy hired man. The shower curtain ripped clear, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his stopcock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Edward Teach of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my lingua at him as I scooped up his apparel and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my Brown University hair whipping about my face. I darted for the doorway and raced out of the hall. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his wearing apparel to my dresser as I raced down the step. My feet drummed a fast round as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

Rick stumbled after me.

I threw a facial expression over my articulatio humeri and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hired man as he charged down the step, his unloosen hand sliding down the banister."kick in me back my wearing apparel, you fucking brat !"

Laughing, I jumped the final stage few stairs and landed on the get-go storey. I darted to my right, heading into the animation room. I could try Dad 's reclining chair swinging shut with that trashy clang. I burst into the animation room to see him standing up, his font twisted in angriness until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched rick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"pop, Daddy !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me naked !"

haystack explosion into the living elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our Fatherhood. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a joyful feel over my shoulder. I stuck my lingua out at him. Fury soared across my erstwhile brother 's face as I snuggled up blotto against Daddy 's unassailable dresser. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

"What the roll in the hay, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my onetime brother.

"That niggling bit ... She stole my clothes, Dad !"

"Anna ?"dada asked.

"I just had to dart into the john to get something, and then wrick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his stopcock was thrusting difficult before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so dash, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on use ?"I asked, rubbing against pop. I could finger his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my blue panties.

whoremaster entered the animation elbow room."Dad, she burst into my room to stool fun of me !"trick added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, pa,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could borrow a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on purpose !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."Daddy, I would n't be a short brat. I 'm your serious girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my body, staring at the jersey molded to my little titty and the open fly of my scant that let my garden pink pantie peek out. My boxershorts hugged my genitalia, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, little brat !"growled John.

"Yeah,"Rick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My eyes widened.

pappa nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange succus. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. Rick in the rain shower, and John in his bedroom."

"And ?"pappa grunted."They 're young me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little brat,"daddy said, this dangerous glint in his dark eyes."You know how little terror are treated."

I shook my head and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the lounge, his hand holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my face down into the cushion."No, no, dada !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my slopped short pants, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold varsity letter printed across my tight ass. My puss grew hotter. Wetter. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"Well, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a niggling holy terror, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as Daddy yanked down my panties, exposing my kitty for both my pal to see. My brown-furred muff was on exhibit. They could see that my shrub was soaked by my juices. My tight buns clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My seat clenched, preparing for the for the first time spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how practically I wanted this. I could n't help the piffling wriggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my potent daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging nuisance radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rear end clenched against the heat. The implike hurt soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wonderful, risque delight. I could n't think how much it made my Virgo the Virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"Rick hollered."Whoop the picayune brat !"

big H !

I gasped as the s spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both position of my tail burned, the heat melting through me. I could feel my puss getting wetting agent and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The hotness fanned my lust.

big H !

"You 've been a little brat all morning,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, papa !"

skag !

"I jumped into whoremonger 's room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my pecker, did n't you, you little brat ?"can growled.

nose drops !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my bitch. pappa was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to penalise me for being such a mischievous, petty brat.

SMACK !

"I bet you want to sneak a peek at my cock, too, did n't you ?"Rick tiff."Huh, you little brat ?"

savour !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my rump. pappa 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my croup in a unity nose candy. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how a great deal it hurt. snag burned my eye. The torture was about to ingest me.

"I thought so,"Rick said. He moved into my imaginativeness and pulled his paw away from his tough cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

SMACK !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his script up and down it. So big. The tip was an wild red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your Brother 's cock like a naughty, fiddling slut,"dad growled.

SMACK !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, petty fancy woman ?"John Lackland asked as he unfastened his jean."I bet you did n't get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The botheration swept through me. I cried out in wordless torture that transformed into raptus. My virgin kitty-cat clenched, my juice overflowing my bush then trickling down my thigh. I 'd never been so hot. It was unbelievable. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a brat ? A little slut ?

can 's putz appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my eyes flicking from one brother 's cock to the former. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

smacking !

"What a little screw woman of the street !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on use, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those titties at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, papa ! I wanted to cod you. I wanted you to ogle me. To make you toilsome by revealing my young flesh."

"You made me fucking gruelling,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair's-breadth and hauled me unsloped. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His early hand seized the hem of my too blotto t-shirt. He yanked it up my soundbox so voiceless I heard framework tearing. The fabric rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old breast on display for both my brothers to enjoy.

"Damn,"wrick groaned, stroking his shaft faster.

"You have to fuck the piffling adulteress, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful teat at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"brat always want to get fucked by their daddies,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zip rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big putz. I had teased him until he was heavy. I did this to him. I had to satiate him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his prick into my virgin pussy.

My cherry red popped in a newsbreak of pain. My center bulged as his rooster slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle poking. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy snatch clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His privates smacked into my arse. pain flared through me. This rattling, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My mar cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft of light. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brownish hair spilling about my facial expression as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."ass the petty slut !"

"pound that little brat 's cunt !"privy said, both my Brother stroking their hammer as they watched Daddy hammer me.

"This is what you get for being a teasing, fiddling slut ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the joy rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around papa 's dick. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What nuisance I felt was soothed away by his plunging rooster rubbing against my silky shape. He gave me such XTC. Such terrific delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the minuscule whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the push as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare of pain sent heating system melting down to my juicy cunny. My fathead squeezed around Daddy 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little cocotte,"John groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"haystack panted, the muscles of his chest rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, dad is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a baseless wafture of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to arrive. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your prick, dad ! I want to cum like the little, bratty hussy I am !"

"Yes,"dada growled, thrusting difficult.

Fast.

His balls smacked into my little clit. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. picayune battery-acid of light danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me confining and closer to that terrific, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My first orgasm would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch shock absorber before me, my kitty-cat squeezing so tight around papa 's plunging dick. So Brobdingnagian. He stretched my slight cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so a lot raptus in the cognitive operation. I groaned and gasped, my pelvis wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The press built. I could n't take on much more. I clenched my tooth, whimpering through them as the big H of pain integrate with the surging delight. His dick churned my lilliputian cunny to a froth. The pressure of my orgasm reached a hectic pitch.

"pa !"I howled as I came.

My kitty convulsed around his dick. My close, piffling cunny celebrated his hammer ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my articulatio coxae, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a fucking whore !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussycat spasming so operose around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, adulteress !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"Rick growled."Give that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty cunt !"John the Divine groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, Daddy !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This wonderful, state of nature rut swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my heart fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in vestal ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful flesh writhed about him. My climax kept going and going.

It would n't die because pappa 's dick kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasance shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my astuteness."You 're such a fucking whore, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood lamp my pussy, papa !"I howled, my trivial cunny spasming around his prick. My soma writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wondrous blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled haystack."ass her ass so toilsome. I want to break in her arsehole !"

"No, Dad, let me fuck her up the ass !"groaned St. John, fisting his cock.

"Let them fuck me up the ass !"I howled as my coming climbed to such high peaks.

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, picayune slut, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, bratty slut."

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's slipshod seconds, John."

"screwing it, I still get to palpate her tight pussy !"can growled.

"So fucking tight,"daddy groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored pa 's hot ejaculate running down my second joint. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't consider this had happened. That this barbaric, wicked delectation had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic in high spirits. My first sexual climax was amazing. It was the good. I wanted to sustain being a holy terror. I wanted to make out my daddy and my sidekick.

My hole ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs lavatory,"pop panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little whore 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my firstborn comrade said and darted away.

John grinned at me, gripping his dick."You 're going to come for a drive on my shaft, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my head, panting. more of dad 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the living room floor and held his cock up. rick came from the bathroom a minute later, slathering his putz in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my lilliputian prick tingle. I rose, my peg shaking, my ass burn from my discipline. My snatch ached. I needed more tool in me. More incestuous cocks to occupy my naughty mess. I had two hung buddy and a Daddy with a big dick to delight me.

Every little terror needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled King John with svelte grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my spoil pussy, running hot down my thighs. John the Evangelist grinned at me with such lecherousness in his eyes. He wanted me. My round breasts, my pink tit, my slopped cunny.

I groaned as the lip of my snatch brushed the tip of my blood brother 's dick. Another incestuous Benjamin Rush rippled through me as I sank down his beam of light. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his rotating shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, brat !"he growled, his paw shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a little harlot like me should be treated.

"Buckle up and enjoy the ride,"I purred, squeezing my pussycat around his dick.

Rick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"commodity !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His deal tightened on my tit while my button discover his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, crick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the impudence of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slide his thick crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, virgin asshole. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"shag my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

"underworld, yes !"he growled and drive forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no luck. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My anatomical sphincter expanded, my anal annulus widening to immerse his backbreaking shaft. He rammed into the deepness of my velvety gut, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's tool. I had both my big brother in me. Both their cocks filled my pie-eyed holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in pleasure. I savored every moment of this.

My articulatio coxae rose, my puss and son of a bitch sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual sentience. The sleek delight aching in my cunt and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

hayrick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down Saint John 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my breast while hayrick pounded my asshole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my spicy backside again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a naughty little terror !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to fuck me."

"I think the fiddling bratwurst 's going to be doing that a lot,"John grinned as I worked my pussy up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted Rick as he pounded my plastered asshole.

"We 'll have to keep your little sister in line,"Daddy growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my cunt juice. He approached us, the bawd scent of my bitch adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me nurse you clean like a good little slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brownish hair and rammed his cock into my rima oris, the utmost kettle of fish needing to be broken in. I had all the dick I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older brothers. Incestuous passionateness burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my pussy up and down King John 's thick shaft. rick fucked me knockout, slamming into my bowels. Their tool built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my upheaval around pop 's rooster. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juice. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his peter deeper and harder into my sassing. He stared down at me, his middle shining like a beast.

"A little little terror like you can jazz deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't give birth a choice as dad rammed his dick so voiceless it plunged to the vertebral column of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a consequence, my pussy and motherfucker clenching down on my brothers'big dicks. The clash increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's Brobdingnagian turncock slid down my gorge. His dark-skinned George Bush pressed fully into my lips while his orb smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you trivial whore,"pa growled.

All three of the men of my menage fucked me. John thrust his rosehip upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my orgasm edifice and edifice in the depths of my snatch. rick 's prick pounded my prick, his crotch smacking over and over into my rump. botheration and joy swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

papa fucked my mouth.

He plunged his tool over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's tool plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy balls smacked against my Kuki-Chin while my sloshed cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers'dicks. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunts and groans from them. dada 's custody tightened in my hair. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

mavin burst before my eyes.

The delight raged through me. Both my muddle convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about Daddy 's cock plunging down my gorge. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a little, fucking trollop, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his tool spurted into my boggy snatch. His handwriting squeezed my circle breast."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll fuck you every sentence you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

rick grunted, his pecker corrupting my asshole. Dual squirt of hot jizz pumped into both my trap. My flesh writhed harder about them. My climax intensified, incestuous waves of hug drug drowning my judgment. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll sustain you in line from now on, you petty brat,"snarled Daddy as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His dick twitched. His hot punk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my boldness pressed into his stringy George W. Bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty holes. The men in my family used my eubstance to fill the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was marvelous. I would be such a blue brat. I would loosen my brothers, my pappa, every man in my family as much as possible. They would ingest to spank me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfective. I do n't screw why I pretended to be such a near miss. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasance. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the house were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the level. daddy 's cock slid out of my esophagus in the procedure. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't know how tenacious it was before I felt Daddy standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go fetch your belt, Dad,"John the Divine called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty scanty were a huge success. Already the number 's next couple was fix to go. Bright, cherry red with the alphabetic character in sheer blue angel surrounded by shimmering silver medal.

Sexy Delight.

The figure stroked the lettering, smiling. It was clock time to go shopping again.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...