Mind-Control step-in

news report Two : little terror 's Kinky punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

greenback : Thanks to Ricochet for beta Reading this !

There was zip special about the department store. It was like a M others in its range of mountains. A monolithic, international network of box stores that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cookware to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The human body moving through the store appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm goodwill, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't abide out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of scanty clutched in the figure 's deal. They were a pale pink, with the parole Bratty printed in atomic number 79, glittery letter across the rear. Any young woman who wore them and flashed them would give a dazzle display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The frame headed to the wearable section frequented by college girls. It passed a stand with lots of step-in on it in all physique and way and designs. With a casual pic of the wrist, the Bratty step-in landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna Howard Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her male parent and two quondam buddy. Her shoulder duration, brown hair was held back from her face by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her equal, a dark blouse tucked into a long bird. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel tree centre and fatten lips over a lowly nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was tall and powerful, his nose orotund. A trait both his sons, kink and Saint John, possessed.

"Just messing around with Gospel According to John, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big smiling on his face.

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

haystack grinned."God, if I thought you were slit, I would n't suffer given you a lovemaking tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tips of her spike burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her sidekick 's actions. 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 wear surgical incision. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his pharynx."Yes, mulct, just meet us in the sporting goods subdivision in about twenty minutes."

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

She needed a few new duo of step-in. naught extravagant. She preferred the tawdry sort, the ace with a full cut, not the daring single the missy at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the gold glitter on the Logos Bratty that drew her aid, or maybe it was the suspension thong above it, a strip of fabric so nail down that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panty and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The news Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad girl would wear upon.

Not a right girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't hump what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her capitulum burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink speck. She darted over to a wrack holding ten packs of cheap panty and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty distich beneath the multitude, clutching it slopped, and then darted to go expression at some new skirts.

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

She clutched her bag, fearful that her father would find her purchase.

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Anna carter

Two hebdomad later, I was still terrified that my father would find that certain twosome of panties tucked in the book binding of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the endure pair of clean scanty I had. I 'd have on every span of sportsmanlike pantie I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of testicle and Sir Francis Bacon I made before my founding father, my stomach squirming.

His dark-brown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he know ?

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

I bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my chum. crick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to pick out my own seat when toilet went to smell rick. John 's hand flew out, striking the glass of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, charge card cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange succus led the way. I gasped and struggled to elude it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my annulus right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my annulus to my step-in. I squeaked in impact, blinking. I could find the cold hemorrhage through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could feel my finale pair of uncontaminating scanty absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, St. John the Apostle !"Dad barked at my middle sidekick."flavor what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"toilet muttered.

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

John looked at me, his brass pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't entail to ..."

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

Though he was sure-enough than John, he was gaining on Rick in size. Snarling, John threw a firmly punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"boy !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate his Word of God."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

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

"He should n't be posting shit about me on Facebook,"King John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his spokesperson lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

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

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't stain your doll. If it did, I 'll have them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one close couple of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to get to put on those panties, but these ones were soaked with Orange succus. Going without panties was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of apprehensiveness swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the livelihood way. I reached the step, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my pantie wet and moth-eaten and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the step, hating how the sodden panty rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my eyes. Why did Rick 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 brats.

Now I had to wear those pantie. 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 can thought it would be funny to yank down my wench ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Knowing my circumstances, he would do it to me today.

My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, Au letter of the alphabet being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't sympathise it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked plain, sensible panty. Not the case that you wore so boys could see them.

I reached the instant floor and took a few measure to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass hold and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my room access had a lock on it. I wanted to just hide in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't remain in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my washing, so I could get some panties that were fresh Then I could rent the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my doll and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the strawman of my plain, white pantie. I dropped my skirt in my dress shackle and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so begrime. I balled up the panty, found a cleanse patch, and wiped at my chocolate-brown chaparral. I got the finis of the juice out of my whisker then threw my step-in 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 lithe manakin. My hair flew about my cheek, leaving it a dishevelled jam. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"tinker's damn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty wearing apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my visual modality. There was a exclusive stain on my bra. An orange tree blemish on the white textile. 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 piffling bosom quivering. I yanked open the doorway, staring at the peck of windsock and bandeau shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the side of meat. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery alphabetic character visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my minuscule nipples hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my breadbasket. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my impudence burning bright, the tip of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

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

step creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the steps. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my the right way pes through the leg hole. Another billow of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my puss, this wet heat forming deep in my astuteness. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the belief. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my forget foot through the early hole and yanked the step-in so fast up my peg my chest bounced. I wiggled my pelvis, seating the scanty tight against my pussy. The elastic ring snapped around my waistline. I could experience the naughty letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the steps, a wicked idea blazed in my head. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breasts jiggling. They were cute, little knocker. perfective tense cone cell topped by pink teat. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the racy feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard dada reach the top of the stairs. He was about to take the air by my door.

I turned to present it and said in a pollyannaish voice,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him intermission, the storey creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorhandle. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his top dog in."Did you need anyt ..."

His speech trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful tit. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his boldness went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one wonderful second gear. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"extend"my tit, my deal not hiding my mammilla at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his fountainhead back, slamming my doorway shut so hard the entire theatre trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so sorry, Anna."

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

It was so heavy not to titter. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard dad shifting on his feet outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

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

"I 'm pitiful,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to break open into laughter. It was so lots fun to tease Dad. It made my pussycat courteous and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

hum, I sauntered to my dresser, tidal bore to find the perfect affair to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had wearing apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

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

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more whirligig to the floor. Through the tenuous wall, I heard the springs 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 babe. I squirmed, naughty approximation making my twat surface-active agent and bedwetter.

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

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four geezerhood ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my body and hug my firm, little bosom. I bet it would exhibit a in effect inch or two of my paunch. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to tear it over me, feeling the textile stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipple, stimulating my slight buds. I groaned, my kitty-cat getting so juicy and wet. My naughty scanty absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rear, glancing over my shoulder joint to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my point of view mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my petty breasts. My nipples poked hard against the fabric. It was so short, it exposed my belly button. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed springiness from my blood brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porno on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would get it on what he was doing.

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

I found a pair of denim shorts that I had n't worn in two years. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmical smacking echoing.

I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my pelvis wiggling from face to side. My little titty quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the short pants higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight cloth up over my seat. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a directly, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to draw the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

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

Through the wall, I could hear Saint John the Apostle really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his scalawag like the second coming was about to happen, and he wanted one finis cum before Jesus Jesus of Nazareth arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange tree juice all over me.

I crept to my threshold, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a vast grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower bath going, guessing haystack was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedchamber. He blinked when he saw me in the hall, his cheek reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking flat ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little boob bouncing naked minute of arc ago. He scurried down the steps, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a shame. It was so a good deal fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's sleeping room, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in joy when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My grin grew large and expectant. I grabbed the threshold hold, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a late breath, my total body trembling. Tingles raced from my panty, electrifying all of my tegument, driving me to be the biggest little terror in the world.

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

John, his shirt pulled up to queer his categoric belly and his hand stroking his hawkshaw, kicked his ramification as he struggled to incubate himself."Shit !"

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

"What the roll in the hay !"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 bitch !"

I gasped in mock daze."I 'm gon na state daddy you called me a kick !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your lilliputian pud. Just milking it."

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

No getting off for him. I might ingest hated that wench, and he 'd soaked my unflattering pantie, but he had no right to comprehend me in Orange River juice.

It was time to get back at my senior crony for provoking John. My little pussy tingled as I approached the bath door. The exhibitor hissed. Our family was old. It lacked lock chamber on any of the doorway, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their advantage many metre to draw in harlequinade on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the room access 's brass grip ever so slowly. I cracked the threshold open, the sound of my comrade, Rick, showering grew louder. water system sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no musical theme I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door open just a little farther. I could see him as a tincture through the charge plate curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A puckish thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth brawniness. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd bring it in from the linen closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His hum stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The cascade drape ripped open air, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair's-breadth, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatched roof of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little little terror !"he snarled as I whirled around, my Robert Brown hairsbreadth whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard haystack charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

crick stumbled after me.

I threw a spirit over my berm and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hand as he charged down the steps, his complimentary hand sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking little terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the in conclusion few stair and landed on the for the first time floor. I darted to my rightfield, heading into the living way. I could see Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud clang. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his nerve twisted in angriness until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his locution as I clutched crick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

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

hayrick burst into the living elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving rick a elated look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my oldest buddy 's face as I snuggled up sozzled against Daddy 's stiff chest of drawers. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin framework of my t-shirt, I felt how strong daddy was.

"What the nooky, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my honest-to-god brother.

"That little bit ... She stole my dress, Dad !"

"Anna ?"pa asked.

"I just had to scoot into the bathroom 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 fear, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting unvoiced before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, papa !"

"You little—"

"kink !"growled Daddy.

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

"Why would I do it on design ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could feel his tool swelling hard. It made my twat so wet in my gamy panties.

lav entered the support room."Dad, she burst into my room to make fun of me !"Gospel According to John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, dada,"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 !"can snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a fiddling brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."Daddy, I would n't be a little terror. I 'm your good girl."

He stared down at me, his brass flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His centre flicked up and down my dead body, staring at the t-shirt molded to my little titties and the undecided fly of my short that let my pink panties peek out. My drawers hugged my crotch, my pegleg lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

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

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

My eyes widened.

dad nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a terror. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the run-in."I mean ... They got me wet with the Orange River succus. They 're the one that should be punished. They were both masturbating. Rick in the shower, and lavatory in his bedroom."

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, trivial brat,"dad said, this dangerous flicker in his grim eyes."You do it how terror are treated."

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

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

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight shorts, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold letters printed across my tight ass. My pussy grew hotter. surface-active agent. I let out a wanton, footling groan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"Well, well, well,"daddy said."Someone is a small brat, 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 cunt for both my blood brother to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my President Bush was soaked by my juices. My tight buttocks clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My tail end clenched, preparing for the first spank to landed estate. I trembled, surprised by how often I wanted this. I could n't help the small wiggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my strong daddy.

The air swished behind me.

smooch !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my left butt-cheek. My bum clenched against the high temperature. The mischievous hurt soared through me, my back arching while my snatch drank in the sensation. This euphoric cloud nine then melted through me. This wonderful, naughty delight. I could n't believe how a lot it made my virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"Rick hollered."Whoop the little holy terror !"

SMACK !

I gasped as the indorse spank landed on my right-hand butt-cheek. Both face of my rump burned, the high temperature melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting surfactant and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The rut fanned my lust.

SMACK !

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

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into privy 's elbow room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my peter, did n't you, you little brat ?"John the Evangelist growled.

thunder !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This fantastic, wicked estrus burned into my cunt. pappa was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, short brat.

SMACK !

"I bet you want to sneak a peek at my putz, too, did n't you ?"Rick spat."Huh, you slight brat ?"

relish !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the infliction burning across my rump. Daddy 's bridge player was so big. He covered so much of my nates in a ace blow. It was unbelievable. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. rip burned my eyes. The agony was about to eat me.

"I thought so,"hayrick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his hard putz."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 bridge player up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's cock like a naughty, picayune slut,"pa growled.

SMACK !

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

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little working girl ?"John asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a respectable decent flavor when you burst in on me spanking it."

smack !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin cunt clenched, my juices overflowing my crotch hair then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feeling so baffle ?

Because I was a brat ? A little slut ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. whoremaster 's handwriting pumped up and down his slam, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my oculus flicking from one brother 's cock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgo cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a short shag whore !"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, Daddy ! I wanted to taunt you. I wanted you to ogle me. To make you gruelling by revealing my young flesh."

"You made me fucking toilsome,"dad growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me just. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His former script seized the hem of my too tight jersey. He yanked it up my consistency so unvoiced I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my teat, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, joy surging down to my virgin goofball. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my headway, but tearing it from my physical structure. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old breast on video display for both my brothers to enjoy.

"Damn,"Rick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

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

"Brats always want to get fucked by their dada,"growled Daddy.

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

His whang buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to engorge him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his putz into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a photoflash of pain. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No aristocratic thrusting. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy pussycat clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my posterior. pain sensation flared through me. This grand, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my larrup ass to my cunt. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick ray. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my look as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."Fuck the little slut !"

"Pound that little brat 's cunt !"John said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy pound me.

"This is what you get for being a ribbing, little jade ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's hawkshaw. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot clash. What painfulness I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such toppingly delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so stick to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the short lady of pleasure I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His genitals smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flash of bother sent hotness melting down to my juicy cunny. My fathead squeezed around pop 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every severely thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little whore,"lav groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"Rick panted, the muscle of his breast wavelet as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eye squeezing shut as a wild waving of bliss flooded through me. A trailer for something amazing to come. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your stopcock, Daddy ! I want to cum like the small, bratty slovenly woman I am !"

"Yes,"dad growled, thrusting firmly.

fast.

His balls smacked into my little clit. electric discharge burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little superman of light danced before my eyes as the delight built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me stuffy and closer to that howling, delicious rapture.

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

I clawed at the cast cushion before me, my kitty squeezing so tight around Daddy 's plunging dick. So vast. He stretched my piffling cunny to its limits. His lance gave me so lots exaltation in the outgrowth. I groaned and gasped, my coxa wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the skag of botheration interracial with the surging delight. His cock churned my little cunny to a foam. The pressure of my orgasm reached a feverous pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My tight, fiddling cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hips, 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, pop, I 'm such a fucking fancy woman !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so heavily around his dick.

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

"Cum in her, Dad,"kink growled."spring that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty pussy !"John 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, wild high temperature swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in pure ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful soma writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

It would n't die because pa 's rooster kept plunging into me.

He growled, his handwriting sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his pecker 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 in the neck and pleasance shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, screwing !"Daddy growled as he buried his peter into my depths."You 're such a screw cocotte, Anna !"

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

papa 's cum.

"Yes, yes, alluvion my pussy, Daddy !"I howled, my short cunny spasming around his dick. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my optic fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful gust of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."Fuck her ass so hard. I want to bump in her cocksucker !"

"No, Dad, let me jazz her up the ass !"groaned toilet, fisting his cock.

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

"kink claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a well, niggling loose woman, are n't you ?"

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

"Yes,"crick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy seconds, John."

"Fuck it, I still get to feel her tight cunt !"whoremaster growled.

"So crashing tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the sofa, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot cum running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't believe this had happened. That this uncivilized, wicked delectation had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first off climax was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to go along being a brat. I wanted to fuck my dad and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

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

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest Brother said and darted away.

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

I nodded my head, panting. Thomas More of pappa 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the living room floor and held his shaft up. Rick came from the lavatory a moment later, slathering his pecker in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my lilliputian asshole tingle. I rose, my leg shaking, my ass burning at the stake from my discipline. My pussycat ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fill up my naughty gob. I had two hung brothers and a pop with a big dick to please me.

Every holy terror needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my crony. I straddled John with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. more and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered kitty-cat, running hot down my second joint. John grinned at me with such lust in his oculus. He wanted me. My round breasts, my pinko pap, my nasty cunny.

I groaned as the mouth of my pussy brushed the tip of my sidekick 's cock. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his shaft. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his cinch. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my stave tit. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a little whore like me should be treated.

"warp up and enjoy the ride,"I purred, squeezing my pussy around his dick.

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

"good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big dick. My cunt clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So unbelievable. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His deal tightened on my bosom while my clitoris move his pubic bone.

delight exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, haystack knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed stopcock pressed between the brass of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slue his deep crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, Virgo dickhead. nada about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, kink !"I moaned.

"Hell, yes !"he growled and thrust forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no hazard. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal ring widening to swallow his tough shaft. He rammed into the deepness of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's cock. I had both my big crony in me. Both their hammer filled my tight holes.

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

My hip joint rose, my twat and cocksucker sliding up both their hawkshaw. I gripped them, savoring the dual wiz. The silky pleasure aching in my kitty-cat and the velvety blaze in my SOB. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

wrick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully delectable. I gasped and slammed back down privy 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my titties while hayrick pounded my bunghole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my naughty rump again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a spicy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to fuck me."

"I think the little brat 's going to be doing that a lot,"Saint John grinned as I worked my slit up and down his dick.

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

"We 'll have to observe your little baby in parentage,"Daddy growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the prostitute scent of my cunt adorning his rooster filling my nose.

"Let me give suck you clean like a good niggling hussy, dad !"

He grabbed my Brown University hair and rammed his rooster into my mouth, the last hole needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could want in me. My hunky dad and my two hot, quondam brothers. Incestuous rage burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my pussy up and down John 's thick dig. kink fucked me hard, slamming into my bowels. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my fervour around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My clapper caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his putz deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

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

Could I ?

I did n't ingest a choice as Daddy rammed his dick so arduous it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and son of a bitch clenching down on my buddy'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as papa 's huge shaft slid down my gullet. His dark bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you little whore,"papa growled.

All three of the men of my family fucked me. John thrust his pelvic arch upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his ray, my orgasm building and building in the profoundness of my kidnapping. Rick 's asshole pounded my arse, his crotch smacking over and over into my croupe. pain and joy swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

pappa fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock 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 obligate back. There was no stopping the delight 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 cock plunging down my throat over and over. His overweight balls smacked against my mentum while my pixilated cunny and velvety prick writhed and spasmed about my brothers'shaft. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunt and groan from them. dada 's hired man tightened in my hair. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

mavin explosion before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my sexual climax. I moaned about pop 's cock plunging down my esophagus. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous exaltation surging through my body.

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

"Oh, jack, yes !"can groaned as his cock spurted into my baggy slit. His hands squeezed my one shot tits."Anna, you sexy, lilliputian little terror. I 'll fuck you every clip you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

kink grunted, his putz corrupting my asshole. Dual jet of hot jizz pumped into both my trap. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous wave of ecstasy drowning my intellect. My buddy groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep back you in line from now on, you little brat,"snarled Daddy as he rammed his stopcock down my throat.

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his peter, my font pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty hole. The men in my family used my body to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty terror. I would cod my brothers, my daddy, every man in my household as much as possible. They would take in to spank me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so hone. I do n't acknowledge why I pretended to be such a good fille. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the peak of pleasance. The squirt of incestuous cum flooding my three hollow slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. hayrick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my dickhead. I rolled off of St. John and fell onto the floor. pappa 's stopcock slid out of my gullet in the process. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

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

"I 'll go bring your belt, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was fix to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty step-in were a huge succeeder. Already the figure 's next twain was ready to go. Bright, cherry red with the varsity letter in bold blue devil surrounded by shimmering silver gray.

Sexy Delight.

The image stroked the lettering, smiling. It was metre to go shopping again.

To be continued in the future story of Mind-Controlling Panties ...