Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping caressing Cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't consider how often homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and sound ally groaned. She shook her headspring, her braid of sandy-blonde fuzz dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't desire to expend it on figuring out mansion, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your homework and then fuddle it out your sleeping room windowpane ?"

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a blaze followed up by a light clout on my articulatio humeri."One clock time. In the one-seventh grade. That was old age ago."

"Or four class. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes."I 'll just re-create off your homework."

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

"Because you do n't want me to fail."She sidled nigher to me, her arm almost sweep mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to pass on out and take her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one matter to be Charles Herbert Best friends with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another thing to restrain her bridge player like she was your lady friend. I could n't aid staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute jut, her mouth pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't wear much lipstick. But she really did n't take it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose jersey and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the tight article of clothing like the former girls at our school, flaunting her trunk, wanting all the male child to look at her.

It was why we had been right supporter for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I do n't know why our female parent, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Melody as a kid. She liked climbing tree, playing soldiers, riding bicycle, and playing telecasting game. She truly was my expert supporter.

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

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every luck we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first of all cousins. Our female parent were sis. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even Sir Thomas More of my ripe friend after a twelvemonth of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the just one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her loge of wine, my older sis was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my early cousin-german, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was person I could talk to, share things with. underworld, I could even cry a bit around her without her intellection I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"melodic line said, bumping her berm into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little means of showing heart around other citizenry that did n't look weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

"So, as the man, I have to take care of you ?"I arched an eyebrow."Pretty sexist of you."

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

My middle musical rhythm faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. darn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our human foot crunching on the first foliage of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we take to be first cousins ? If she was just the young woman succeeding threshold, we would let fucked already. We could take been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a deuced virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take care of your otiose ass,"I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.

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

My smile spread head gravid, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our brand out seance. We were flirting confining and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into tangible incest.

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

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

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

Her smiling grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what nip of lip rubric she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our houses, the shade of the giant chestnut Tree in my front man yard falling over us. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 's broad, green canopy covered almost of my railway yard and a quarter of Melody 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the system and Dad painted it—and rose three story, my elbow room in the Ionic. Aunt Vicky 's house was mahogany-red, only two history, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. aunt Vicky did n't take a husband or even a beau.

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

"amercement,"I grumbled. I took her deal for a brief mo, giving her a hug. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

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

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

I entered the household and ran almost smacking into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and melodic phrase were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the defaulter mother fucker she used to escort before he took off with another cleaning lady. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their begetter as more than than"the sperm cell donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a begetter they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you possess intellectual nourishment at your theater ?"

She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her natural language out at me. She may be 18, but she acted like she was five. Her melanise hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was slim and had more vitality than a crackhead on speed.

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

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

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with Swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and drag 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 silver screen door and raced away from the home 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 underdrawers and a hemp top that enhanced her already impressive bosom, the pitcher jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sis, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her lips dark-red and looked so flump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my sister had a consistence that would not renounce. She had just turned 20 and loved to flaunt her hooey. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed middle tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my grim hair's-breadth back into place. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me spirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a grade behind her—a Jr That did n't issue. She treated me like I was a fuck kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to return a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her lastly year. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so pissed, and I did n't see any scanty transmission line. I flushed, my gumshoe solidifying Why could n't melodic line cut back like that some of the time. Zoey 's hip joint swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a outstanding cameltoe, the blue jean shorts hugging her pussy. hoot."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"right hand,"my sis said with sarcasm, settling on a mound of grape juice. She poured a chicken feed and leaned against the tabulator watching me blank up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help oneself ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of clams with the charge card thingie and put it into the cupboard.

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shit. She would n't sit there and watch me sporting if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a heap and not cleaning it up either. He would have got bent his niece over his articulatio genus and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated good deal. thing should be tidy. hospital attendant. Dad always said a sign is a observation of its master copy. A clean firm meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his crime syndicate working smoothly, made indisputable his tiddler did their job.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business wench and blouse, her dyed-blonde tomentum in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear lots makeup or did more than with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

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

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

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

"You 're too tired to cook any night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fridays and Billy Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meal. So did I. Ordering pizza or Formosan or zep got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"sawhorse up, pip-squeak,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to pick dinner. Since you 're the man of the mansion now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her glass of grapeshot juice and set it down on the counter two base from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you work at dairy female monarch dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to fag out at the computer memory,"she said, snagging her purse."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's wine-coloured. Maybe you should man up and get a job ?"

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

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

The battlefront door opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redheaded woodpecker with a big smiling on her brass and delightful dimple. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't lave it, the glass would just stay on the damned heel counter all nighttime. My deal clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the he-man,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short circuit wench and thigh-high, reheel boot. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the counterpunch."How you doing ?"

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

It was aunty Vicky 's class. She taught history at our high schoolhouse. Not that her being my aunty caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes learn by her before, and she made trusted I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to present 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 precis of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

tinker's dam, why did I have to be surrounded by cleaning woman I could n't do anything with ? Sexy char. melodic line, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a motility on her best Friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused pilus,"she purred, her voice growing husky."make them search ... dangerous."

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

melody should wear perfume.

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

"Right, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the counter."Got to go make those mad bills."

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

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

She laughed. The front doorway closed.

I put her glass into the dish washer. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoe ringing on the hardwood smuggler. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. register them you 're handy, skilled. charwoman like knowing their men are handy. keep 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 peter since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the s story hallway and crossed it to the attic stair. My trivial sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a pad. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her Methedrine absently up her cute nozzle and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At 18, she was small and skinny, her light-brown tomentum in girlish pigtails. She just started as a starter at my school."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her center locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's Death. She spent all her metre in her way, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did take seemed to have fallen away.

tinker's dam, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My sleeping accommodation took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard box entire of Noel decorations, old wearing apparel, and the common junk any sept accumulates over the eld. My threshold was the one on the leftfield at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open up and dropped my packsack when I walked in.

My room was slap-up, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer window thrusting through the roof. I could stomach up to my full elevation in it. The walls were painted blue—a task I did with Dad a decade or Thomas More ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

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

A long series of months.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight armored combat vehicle top, shivering at how it molded to my breasts. 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 full cousin 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would evidence my tits to him. And he could bear on them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my pussycat as my rose hip shook. I was scared of taking this stair. There was only one place our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make bed to him. To have him as my for the first time man. Our human relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first off 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, young man, growing strong just like Uncle Clinton had been. Dark whisker, broad articulatio humeri, muscular shape, and that warm jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a pair of mean dungaree to show off my bender. I know he liked blotto jeans. He could n't avail 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 effective friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could make bonk. We could take hold manpower and osculation 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 favourite, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my tum 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 end for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my new sister 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly couplet of pantie dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Friday, which meant a appointment Nox for most girlfriend, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too often energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and Aunt Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a drinking glass of white wine in my aunt 's helping hand. A box of gaudy wine-colored set beside her. She took a retentive sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my center."Just heading next room access. Clint and I have schoolwork to figure out on."

"Oh, that 's nice,"aunty Cheryl said, her impertinence red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the face of the wine-colored box. liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How farsighted are you staying ?"

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner, follow some bad motion picture or something. I might even just smash there."

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin sopor on the floor when you could just walk next room access,"Mom said.

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

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to shoot that final exam stone's throw in our human relationship, to interbreed the course from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all Nox. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many metre. I pushed away that view, my cheeks burning, and asked them,"Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in pillowcase someone became suspicious of my pie-eyed top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine Methedrine in aunt Cheryl 's deal."Oh, soak in the last rays of sunlight by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

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

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

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Clint Elliston

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

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

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

"field of study, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot little girl ? Or strain ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"tune. Girl 's had a compaction on you since you were tiddler. Everyone knows it. And about your puppy love on her."

"Everyone ?"My face burned.

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

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

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

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

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some poppycock from it. charwoman love it when you go down on them. You make a charwoman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll need to please you back. She 'll take in your cock, swallow your cum, even let you have sex her son of a bitch. Be secure, positive, and in tutelage. field, Son. You need to go on a strong discipline with your women."

"piece of tail, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disesteem me. I never let the house nightfall to shop. 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 sisters ?"

"And your cousin. I kept your aunt 's house in line, too. sort out your cousin-german 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 capability, and the women will want to delight you, your mother included."

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

"Your mother could use a hard fucking."Dad gave me a life-threatening feel."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was stiff for her. I was there for her to be given against when things were rugged. 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. skilful enough reason to take her in hand and fuck her."

"So you want me to screw all the adult female in my biography,"I said, rolling my eyes."And I bet you want me to sleep with Stefani, too."

"Another fille in need of a man to keep open her in logical argument,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. produce me gallant, Son."

The sound of my bedroom room access opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my stopcock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex ambition instead of my dad telling me to jazz all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the math trouble ?"air asked.

I groaned at the mint of my cousin. She wore a armored combat vehicle top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her berm, the flimsy material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my dick throb harder. She had two hard pap 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 one shot breasts were molded by the material. She may as well be naked. Her pap hard, her cheeks flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

posture ... self-confidence ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her word of honor when I seized her blue jean by the belt grummet and pulled her conclusion to my bed. Her boob bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her whack eyelet, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loosen, sandy-blonde hair falling about her expression. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of baby powder and the coconut tree of her body race perfumed her. And those lips ...

"I love you, Melody,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her sleeve going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hired hand moved up and pulled her head teacher down. Our mouths met. apricot tree adorned her sass. sugariness and tart at the Sami time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could sense her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so laborious. She sighed into the osculation, lips parting as my spit thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right-hand. Maybe not about fucking the residual of my household. But line ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her trunk. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

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

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Melody Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his boldness rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my storage tank top, pressing into his muscular chest of drawers. And his hammer ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my lip. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a sexy stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my army tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my weaponry over my fountainhead 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 flat back then.

No longer.

"Damn, tune,"he groaned, staring at my firm, one shot chest. His fingerbreadth slid across my left tit to my dusky ring of color. He circled it, centre locked on my arduous tit."tinker's damn, those are nice."

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

And then his rim latched onto my nub and sucked.

My middle widened at the acute, tingling rush radiating from my knocker. My arms tightened about his cervix. I squirmed harder, a liquid heating system boiling in my pussy 's deepness. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

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

His peter was so heavy beneath me. So blockheaded. Was he fully grown than the average guy ? I had no mind. But he felt so huge. A tiny 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 spine upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my raw skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My titty rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My men 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 riffle, a fine down of benighted whisker covering his pecs.

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

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

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

"Well, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his back talk to my right nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingers strong.

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

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

Incest.

My jeans popped undecided. I gasped as he yanked them down my thigh and threw them to his sleeping accommodation base. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A approach pattern of little holes made a center in the front, my blonde pubic hair peeking through.

"Damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my aphrodisiac underwear, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingerbreadth were already pulling down the waistband.

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

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

My man.

red cent, that was a aphrodisiacal thought.

Clint dangled my scanty from his digit. It looked like such a belittled scrap of cloth in his men. I lowered my peg and parted them for him. His optic locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin kitty-cat surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

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

"I 'm ready,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his privates, feeling him."I 'm ready, Clint."

The piece my kitty had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jean, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His tool popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my first-class honours degree hot hawkshaw. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. material. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curls, profound balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, unruffled like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the lady friend at school called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to stimulate love to me.

"Yes, yes, read me,"I moaned, my twat clenching."I love you, Clint."

"Love you, tonal pattern,"he growled, thirsty. His hands grasped my thighs. chill rushed up my eubstance."Love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his head down for my kitty. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. make me. earn love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guys hated going down on girls. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to receive 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 Virgin cunt and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my sheepcote. A tremor ran through my trunk as my first cousin licked at my pussy again and again, over and over.

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

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

This was amazing. masturbation paled. His tongue was fantastic. The rough spirit of his lip against my sensitive bod sent ripples radiating through my consistence. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

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

His tongue lapped at my virginal membrane, brushing the peel covering the entrance to my snatch. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My kitty-cat clenched, eager to sense his cock in me as he nuzzled at my sass, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my clit."Yes, yes, Clint, compensate there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to get the picture something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch sensation of his tongue on my nub shot bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my psyche 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 pleasance swelled through me."I ... I ... Clint !"

My body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, bighearted cousin made me cum. My headway snapped back as my body bucked. My finger sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless groan sang from my backtalk. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and flat coat against him. I squeezed my eye shut. Pleasure danced across my thought process as his brim kept sucking. My succus flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to moan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so make for you. Make dear to me."

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

No wonder he loved devouring me.

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

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Clint Elliston

melodic phrase 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the jacket of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her stopping point. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to consume her cherry popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My center measure so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

It was time. boldface. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting putz. It held for a second and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virtuous dominion. I broke the candy kiss with Melody, groaning her name as her tight, hot, slick, wet, amazing, prodigious flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her second joint tightened about my pelvic girdle. Her torso undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this grand mo. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her snatch. Her flesh was hot and satiny. It caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hip joint rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues 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 honorable. You 're so tight."

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

Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My coxa thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her form. 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 it had to blow up out of me and into her. Was she on nativity mastery ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

Our pulp slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my thorax. A hot flutter shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.

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

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

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massaging insistency of her pussy drove me over the sharpness. The ache to cum propelled my pelvic girdle. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my first cousin 's depths.

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

My balls unloaded. flak after bang of cum slam into her. I grunted with each volcanic eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every finis spirt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful explosion of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my nous. Stars exploded before my center as my vision swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my womanhood. The first cousin I loved. I did n't care 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 dick softening in her pickle. She shivered, squirming, the succus leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

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

I liked it.

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

"Clint,"she said."What did you stand for when you said your dad was powerful about us having sex ? Did Uncle Clinton talking to you ... before ..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Uncle President 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 look I knew so well.

"Nothing,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a firmly face as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my house 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool succeeding door at air 's theater, catching the final stage beam of the September sun in their bikini 's, large breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her torso on mine."Looking out the windowpane and incubation 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 hammer as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... bonk other women, too."

"other charwoman ?"Melody threw a look over her berm."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a threesome ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My helping hand slid up her abdomen, cupping her tits as I pressed her look close to the window. My hardening pecker popped between her second joint, rubbing at her mussy cunt."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 capitulum as my mitt reached down, pressing between her second joint I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. bold face. 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 script as they lounged on the chaises."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to take care of her. Every char in our mob needs it. Discipline."

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

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

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

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head teacher and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their capitulum together over the side of the lounge president and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunty. Her sister. And there was aught sisterly about the kiss.

"holy darn,"I grunted.

To be continued ...