Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping cuddling Cousin 's cherry red
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how practically preparation Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulder."Does n't she fuck it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't need to spend it on figuring out foretoken, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Melody hated mathematics."How long until you scream at your homework and then confound it out your bedroom windowpane ?"

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a glower followed up by a light punch on my shoulder joint."One time. In the seventh level. That was geezerhood ago."

"Or four days. Not that long ago."

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

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

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

But we were in populace. It was one thing to be upright admirer with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another thing to reserve her hand like she was your lady friend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her nerve as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. melodic line did n't wear lots lip rouge. But she really did n't demand it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore light tee shirt and well-heeled jeans.. She did n't fall apart the stringent clothing like the other girls at our shoal, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to look at her.

It was why we had been practiced friends 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 side by side threshold. I do n't know why our mother, who were babe, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Melody as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding motorcycle, and playing video games. She truly was my serious friend.

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

And we did n't pull away.

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

I felt like she was even more than of my best booster after a twelvemonth of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the alone one in the house who helped me cover with it. Mom was lost to her box seat of wine, my older baby was just a bitch, and my younger baby retreated even farther into her rule book. Aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my other cousin, Lee, was a bratwurst as always.

But melodic line was individual I could talk to, parcel things with. sin, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you practiced do your homework well,"line said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding bridge player. We had a lot of footling ways of showing affection around other people that did n't look weird."Because I do n't desire to fail."

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

"I enjoy traditional sexuality roles when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her sassing. It was a deliberate, slow lick.

My substance rhythm faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. tinker's damn, I wish we were n't on the pavement of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we hold to be first full cousin ? If she was just the lady friend future room access, we would have fucked already. We could hold been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a damned virgin.

"fine, I 'll take care of your slothful ass,"I said, a smile on my lips, my shade light.

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

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

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

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

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

Her grinning grew. Her sassing were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip glossiness she wore today. I hoped it was apricot tree. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our houses, the tad of the hulk chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's blanket, unripe canopy covered most of my yard and a quarter of melodic phrase 's. My house was grey-headed with mauve trim—my mother chose the schema and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

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

"mulct,"I grumbled. I took her handwriting for a brief present moment, giving her a wring. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my backtalk slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My tool ached in my jeans. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at workplace 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 destruction hit Mom unvoiced. Everything was falling apart, and I was the just one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost savour into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and melodic line were a yr and a few months apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to day of the month before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their father as more than"the spermatozoon donor."My dad had been the close-fitting thing to a father they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you feature food for thought at your house ?"

She ripped the toast from her backtalk and stuck her glossa out at me. She may be 18, but she acted like she was five. Her black tomentum was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was svelte and had more energy 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 fix ?"

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

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older sis. She walked down the stairs wearing a pie-eyed couplet of blue jean boxershorts and a hempen necktie top that enhanced her already impressive chest, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stair, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't stare at my sister, but when she was built like a brick sign of the zodiac, it was hard not to. Brassy hair's-breadth fell about her sultry aspect, her sassing dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the boastful mammilla in the family. I know I loved melodic phrase, but, damn, my babe had a body that would not lay off. She had just turned XX and loved to flaunt her material. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her queer diaphragm tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my sullen whisker back into seat. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a course behind her—a Jr That did n't issue. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to hold a ton of prep on the weekends. Had her finish class. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bend over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty air. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't melodic phrase dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's articulatio coxae swayed as she rooted around the electric refrigerator. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the blue jean shorts hugging her pussycat. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone foodstuff shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"right,"my sister said with satire, settling on a ewer of grape vine juice. She poured a shabu and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other helping hand, texting while sipping at her grape vine juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated mussiness. Things should be tidy. orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its headmaster. A neat house meant a man who was in bearing, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made for sure his nestling did their chores.

subject area.

And it was gone.

Mom 's dog clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The ancestor of her hair were dark-black. She did n't tire much makeup or did more with her hair's-breadth 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 locker beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

"social club what you want,"Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one paw."I 'm too tired to fudge tonight."

"You 're too fatigue to wangle any night,"I muttered. She used to misrepresent dinner every night save Friday and Sun. Dad liked home-cooked meal. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or substitute got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

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

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

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

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

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

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

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

The front door opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grin on her cheek and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's drinking glass. If I did n't launder it, the glass would just detain on the damned counter all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would paddle Zoey no topic what her age was for doing that.

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

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

It was aunty Vicky 's socio-economic class. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slackness. I had taken stratum taught by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to bear witness any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I could n't do anything with ? Sexy woman. tune, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a relocation on her best friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused hair's-breadth,"she purred, her voice growing Eskimo dog."Makes them search ... dangerous."

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

Melody should wear off perfume.

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

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

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

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

She laughed. The battlefront doorway closed.

I put her ice into the dishwasher. It was total, so I added soap and started the payload. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the woman decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. designate them you 're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are W. C. Handy. retain them felicitous, and they 'll delight you, son."

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

I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the dome stairs. My footling baby 's room access opened, and she strode out, her aspect staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only when member of the kinsperson without a smartphone or a tab. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her breast. At eighteen, she was minuscule and tightfitting, her light-brown pilus in girlish pigtails. She just started as a newbie at my schooling."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her oculus locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's death. She spent all her clock time in her elbow room, even eating in there these Day. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the garret. My sleeping accommodation took up half of it, the other was reposition filled with cardboard boxes full of Christmas decorations, old dress, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the years. My room access was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

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

I should start on the homework. strain would be here soon, but it had been a longsighted week, a longsighted month.

A farseeing series of month.

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

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line Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an excited lovingness through my pussy as my hip shook. I was scared of taking this dance step. There was only one place our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To wee enjoy to him. To consume him as my maiden man. Our kinship was forbid, doomed. We were 1st full 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 unassailable just like Uncle Clinton had been. Dark haircloth, tolerant berm, hefty figure, and that hard jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a twain of tighter jeans to show off my curves. I know he liked plastered jean. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her smashed dungaree or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my best champion have to be my first cousin ? Then we could particular date. We could make love. We could bind hands and kiss and hug and not deal who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my brim, tasting the flavor—it was n't my front-runner, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breathing place, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister 's room access. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the base, a frilly duet of pantie dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Fri, which meant a day of the month Night for most girls, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

phonation came from the kitchen. My mom and Aunt Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a chalk of White River wine-colored in my aunt 's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a longsighted sip as my mom stroked my aunty 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's decent,"aunt Cheryl said, her buttock red. She lowered her crapulence and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How long are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your full cousin slumber on the base when you could just walk next door,"Mom said.

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

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

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

Mom glanced at the wine glass in Aunt Cheryl 's helping hand."Oh, soak in the finale shaft of fair weather by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. Aunt Cheryl was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up quiescency 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 future door. I hoped Clint liked my tank top.

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Clint Elliston

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

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

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

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

Or Mom ?

"If you want to get laid, your cousin is More than leave,"Dad continued.

"What ?"

"Melody. miss 's had a puppy love on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your puppy love on her."

"Everyone ?"My brass burned.

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

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

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

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

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some poppycock from it. char love it when you go down on them. You make a cleaning woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hired hand. She 'll desire to please you back. She 'll imbibe your prick, immerse your cum, even let you sleep together her whoreson. Be solid, positive, and in charge. bailiwick, Son. You need to keep a strong study with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your female parent and your sisters. Never let any of them disesteem me. I never let the sign spill to take a crap. You all understood your job and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your full cousin. I kept your aunty 's theater in line, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say things like that. adult female are n't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show strength, and the char will want to please you, your mother included."

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

"Your female parent could use a hard fucking."Dad gave me a serious look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was warm for her. I was there for her to tip against when things were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.

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

"So you want me to have it off all the cleaning lady in my aliveness,"I said, rolling my eyes."And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too."

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

The phone of my sleeping room door opening banished the aspiration. I groaned, the sleepy shock of my nap falling away, my stopcock painfully hard in my jean. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to do it all the fair sex in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the hatful of my cousin. She wore a armoured combat vehicle top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti shoulder strap over her shoulders, the lose weight stuff was stretchable and clung to her torso and breast and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my gumshoe throb harder. She had two hard nipples pointing right at me.

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

Dad 's words in my dream spoke to me. My first cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her round of golf chest were molded by the framework. She may as well be naked. Her teat hard, her cheeks flushed. She wiggled her pelvis, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

forte ... Confidence ...

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

tune gasped. I cut off her tidings when I seized her jeans by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye point. I let go of her whack loop, my workforce sliding around to grip her ass. They were truehearted butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde hair falling about her boldness. She had showered and smelled brisk, a tip of baby gunpowder and the cocoanut of her organic structure wash perfumed her. And those rim ...

"I love you, Melody,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arm going around my shoulder joint. Her oculus were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouthpiece met. Apricot adorned her back talk. Sweet and tart at the same fourth dimension. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my peter. I could feel her teat against my thorax, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so operose. She sighed into the osculation, lips parting as my spit push into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the residuum of my family line. But melodic line ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the passion of her oral cavity, her eubstance. She squirmed on me, grinding her genitalia 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 cheeks rough with husk, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his sinewy chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

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

My full 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 arms over my head 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, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my business firm, round bosom. His finger slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, optic locked on my backbreaking nipple."Damn, those are nice."

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

And then his sassing latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my white meat. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquidity rut stewing in my pussy 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

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

His shaft was so toilsome beneath me. So boneheaded. Was he vainglorious than the medium guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of reverence shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the binding warm on my naked peel, radiating the absorbed consistency heating from his nap. My breast rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his nude body. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest rippling, a okay down of morose whisker covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pectoral and brushed his mammilla, the Saami twilight tint as mine, but far, far small-scale. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his teat. He grunted as my custody caressed his body.

"That palpate 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 lip to my compensate 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 finger's breadth strong.

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

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

Incest.

My jeans popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his sleeping accommodation level. I was down to wearing only my bleak step-in. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of lilliputian holes made a heart in the strawman, my blonde pubic hair peeking through.

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

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

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

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his finger's breadth. It looked like such a small fighting of cloth in his custody. I lowered my ramification and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin twat surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his manus. He stared in awe at my build. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thigh shut. But I could n't. take off 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 girl any longer.

"I 'm cook,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his crotch, feeling him."I 'm quick, Clint."

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingerbreadth fumbling, ripping undefended jean, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my go to stare enraptured at the sight of my first live dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dismal scroll, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a take in liquid beaded out. Precum as the girlfriend at schooling called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make bonk to me.

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

"beloved you, melodic line,"he growled, hungry. His custody grasped my second joint. Shivers rushed up my body."Love you so often. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't resolve. He leaned his head down for my kitty-cat. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. learn me. Make making love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guy wire hated going down on little girl. My friend complained about young man who wanted to receive a blowjob or have sex but did n't want to work out their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his face into the fold of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His spit felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A earth tremor ran through my body as my first cousin licked at my cunt again and again, over and over.

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

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

This was amazing. masturbation paled. His lingua was tremendous. The rough tactile property of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent riffle radiating through my body. I buzzed with excitation, squirming, ineffectual to serve myself.

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

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

His glossa lapped at my Hymen, brushing the peel covering the entree to my kitty. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, bore to find his peter in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my knocker. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clitoris. Every spot of his tongue on my nub shooting bliss through my organic structure. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his backtalk, my brain swimming with the thrill of his clapper. He sucked hard on it. My purulent clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

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

Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my centre shut. Pleasure danced across my thoughts as his lips 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 ready for you. take a shit love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so powerful and warm. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His prick nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me toilsome. I tasted myself on him. My puss. confection. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His prick pressed on the entering of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his sassing. This was really happening.

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

Clint Elliston

Melody 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my stopcock. I felt her cherry pressing on the treetop of my prick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my char. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was aright. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was bore to have her cherry red popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My heart beat so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

It was metre. bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry tree stretch against my thrusting cock. It held for a mo and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin district. I broke the kiss with Melody, groaning her name as her tight, hot, satiny, wet, mystify, stupendous physique engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her second joint tightened about my hips. Her eubstance undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful here and now. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My prick slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her twat. Her flesh was hot and sleek. It caressed my dick. pleasance rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the Saame again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart pulsation faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my calendar method of birth control. instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my binding, clutching to me as our spit 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 honest. You 're so tight."

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

auditory sense my cousin say that made me groan. My coxa thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her pulp. The tip of my peter ached. The clash was marvelous. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The Sir Thomas More it had to irrupt out of me and into her. Was she on nascency restraint ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

Our flesh slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my bureau. A hot flutter shivered through her kitty-cat. It clenched down hard about my jab hammer, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a tenacious, low moan as her twat convulsed."Clint !"

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

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my gens again. The massage atmospheric pressure of her puss drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hip. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my first cousin 's depths.

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

My balls unloaded. Blast after flack of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her cunt milked my shaft. She spasmed about my dick, drawing out every last spurt of my cum. Each one sent a powerful fit of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my head. Stars exploded before my eyes as my vision swam.

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

property her.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several proceedings. I could experience her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet place 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 chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was skillful. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make passion to my cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex ? Did Uncle Clinton talk 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 hand with the household."

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

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

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

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

"Uncle Bill Clinton was a fresh 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 wonderful dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer windowpane and peered out it. I could see my house 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and aunty Vicky were sunning by the puddle future door at Melody 's house, catching the go light beam of the September sun in their two-piece 's, large bosom constrained by onionskin cloth.

tinker's damn, they both looked good.

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

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard putz as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... fuck other adult female, too."

"former women ?"Melody threw a expression over her shoulder joint."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a trio ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hand slid up her stomach, cupping her boob as I pressed her expression close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her thigh, rubbing at her messy twat."You would do anything I wanted, would n't you ?"

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

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

She shook her heading as my hired man reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

"tinker's damn,"groaned melody, her pussy clenching on my putz."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 line groaned, her pelvic arch shaking."I ca n't believe 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 heads together over the face of the waiting room chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was zilch sisterly about the kiss.

"sanctum Irish bull,"I grunted.

To be continued ...