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

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how a lot homework 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 joint."Does n't she recognise it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't need to spend it on figuring out sign, cosign, and tangent."

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

"I did that once, arsehole,"she said, giving me a brilliance followed up by a easy punch on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh gradation. That was historic period ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her middle."I 'll just copy 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 cheeseparing to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to pass on out and take her mitt, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one thing to be secure friends with your nineteen-year-old, hoydenish cousin, it was another thing to carry her script like she was your girl. I could n't help staring at the profile of her typeface as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her rim pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't wear lots lipstick. But she really did n't demand it. She had a natural looker even when she wore loose tee shirt and prosperous jeans.. She did n't wear the tight article of clothing like the other young woman at our school, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to search at her.

It was why we had been advantageously booster for as long as either of us could remember. We were both XIX, though I was younger by a calendar month, and we had grown up living adjacent door. I do n't know why our female parent, who were baby, decided to survive side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Melody as a kid. She liked climbing tree, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my best friend.

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

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing first cousin. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were initiative cousin-german. Our mother were baby. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the hugging, the touch, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my honest ally after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six month back, she was the lonesome one in the house who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine-coloured, my older sister was just a pussy, and my younger babe retreated even farther into her books. Aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it forged, and my other cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was mortal I could talk to, share thing with. pit, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you break do your homework well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little ways of showing affection around early people that did n't look weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

"I enjoy traditional sex purpose when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her back talk. It was a deliberate, slow lick.

My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in populace. Damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Nipponese maple. Why did we sustain to be first full cousin ? If she was just the girl next door, we would experience fucked already. We could possess been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a unredeemed virgin.

"Fine, I 'll ask care of your lazy ass,"I said, a grin on my lips, my step light.

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

My grin spread magnanimous, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out Sessions. We were flirting closelipped and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into actual incest.

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

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

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

Her grin grew. Her backtalk were so kissable. I wondered what nip of lip polish she wore today. I hoped it was peach. I liked that relish on her lips.

We reached our house, the shadowiness of the giant chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's liberal, green canopy covered near of my yard and a quarter of Melody 's. My house was Asa Gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three write up, my room in the attic. aunty Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

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

"fine,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief moment, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my brim slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my denim. And then my cousin broke away for her home, 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 dying hit Mom hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the exclusively one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost nip into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and melodic phrase were a year and a few months apart in age. auntie Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to appointment before he took off with another cleaning woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their father as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the penny-pinching matter to a Father of the Church they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you have food at your house ?"

She ripped the pledge from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be XVIII, but she acted like she was five. Her black pilus was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful bod. She was thin and had Sir Thomas More vitality than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her annoyance sobriquet for me."Did you clean up your pickle ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a smiling then darted around me with swift manual dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played association football, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic toe around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my honest-to-god sis. She walked down the stairs wearing a taut pair of jean boxers and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the pile 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 house, it was hard not to. Brassy fuzz fell about her sultry cheek, her lips dark-red and looked so flump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest teat in the folk. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my Sister had a torso that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed midsection tan and sleek.

"How was school, pip-squeak ?"she asked, ruffling my hair."Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of prep ?"

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into topographic point. 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 degree behind her—a Junior That did n't matter. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always erotic love to devote a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last yr. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she create such a mess making a bit of goner ?"You see this diddly-squat ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those denim underdrawers molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any scanty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's hip joint swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over Thomas More, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her puss. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone market shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"right wing,"my sister said with satire, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a Methedrine and leaned against the sideboard watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my dentition. Everything was going to shit. She would n't sit there and look on me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a jam and not cleaning it up either. He would have 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 messes. Things should be tidy. hospital attendant. Dad always said a house is a contemplation of its schoolmaster. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made surely his children did their task.

study.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business wench and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her haircloth were dark-black. She did n't wear practically war paint or did more with her haircloth than pull it back into a bun these solar day. She dyed her haircloth 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 let down console beside the sinkhole. I tried not to stare at her dame pulled tight over her ass.

My baby had inherited her brick-house organic structure from our mother.

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

"You 're too outwear to fix any dark,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner party every night save Friday and Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or subs 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.

"Buck up, squirt,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair's-breadth as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to nibble dinner. Since you 're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking smiling."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the counter two fundament 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 Queen dressed like that ?"

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

Since she turned twenty two workweek ago, she had gotten a job where her protagonist, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a work-shy cow. I grabbed her field glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front man doorway opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big smile on her brass and delightful dimpled chad. She gave my babe a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's drinking glass. If I did n't launder it, the glass would just delay on the damned counter all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the rivet,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a pissed, brusk wench and thigh-high, reheel flush. I smelled her scent as she leaned against the counter."How you doing ?"

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

It was Aunt Vicky 's stratum. She taught account at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any falling off. I had taken classes instruct by her before, and she made sure enough I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show up any nepotism. The satire of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

red cent, why did I have to be surrounded by women I could n't do anything with ? Sexy women. melodic line, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would down me if I made a move on her best booster. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused hair,"she purred, her vocalisation growing Eskimo dog."shuffling them face ... dangerous."

I took a deep intimation."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 champion Dandi. Or why Stefani called my sister Yunie.

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

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

I almost threw her shabu to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a blinking piffling boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front threshold closed.

I put her drinking glass into the dishwasher. It was fully, so I added soap and started the consignment. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the sign of the zodiac for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the womanhood decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. express them you 're William Christopher Handy, skilled. adult female like knowing their men are handy. keep on them glad, and they 'll please you, son."

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

I reached the second base hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My minuscule 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 tablet. 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 skinny, her light-brown haircloth in girlish pigtails. She just started as a starter at my school."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 john, her eyes locked on her Holy Writ. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's demise. She spent all her meter in her room, even eating in there these mean solar day. What few friends she did induce seemed to have fallen away.

hoot, maybe I should tattle to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My sleeping room took up one-half of it, the other was store filled with cardboard boxes entire of Noel medal, old wearing apparel, and the common junk any family accumulates over the years. My threshold was the one on the left at the top of the steps. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My way was dandy, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my to the full height in it. The paries were painted blue—a labor I did with Dad a decade or Sir Thomas More ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should start on the homework. air would be here soon, but it had been a foresighted week, a prospicient month.

A long series of months.

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

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air Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an arouse warmth through my pussy as my pelvis shook. I was scared of taking this footmark. There was only one billet our family relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make hump to him. To induce him as my first man. Our kinship was taboo, doomed. We were first cousins. 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, untried man, growing unassailable just like Uncle William Jefferson Clinton had been. nighttime hair, broad shoulders, muscular form, and that warm jawline ...

I wiggled my hip, wishing I owned a pair of sozzled denim to show off my curve. I know he liked closely jeans. He could n't aid but front at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or underdrawers, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his sure-enough sister.

Damn, why did my skillful admirer have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could retain paw and osculation and hug and not care who saw us.

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

I wanted this to last-place for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my new sister 's threshold. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's elbow room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly couple of step-in dangling from the edge of her desk. No medicine blared, so she was n't at home. It was Fri, which meant a date Nox for to the highest degree girls, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

miss had too much energy.

vocalisation came from the kitchen. My mom and aunt Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of white wine in my aunt 's deal. A box of punk wine-colored set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A appointment ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my center."Just heading next doorway. Clint and I have schoolwork to function on."

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

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner, look on some bad moving picture or something. I might even just clangor there."

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin rest on the floor when you could just walk following door,"Mom said.

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

I squirmed. It would be so leisurely for Clint and I to take that final step in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the kinfolk would bat an eye if I was up in his elbow room 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 times. I pushed away that thought, my impudence burning, and asked them,"wellspring, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in lawsuit mortal became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.

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

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

"fountainhead, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next doorway. I hoped Clint liked my tank top.

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Clint Elliston

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

It was n't how I expected my dream to take off."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not for certain how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a ambition.

We were in the kitchen. It was a hatful, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and babe are not doing their piece. What did I order you about a scavenge house ?"

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

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"line. female child 's had a crush on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your jam on her."

"Everyone ?"My face burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each other. So bring her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. turn over 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 real."Come on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. womanhood 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 bridge player. She 'll need to please you back. She 'll take up your shaft, swallow your cum, even let you sleep together her motherfucker. Be warm, confident, and in armorial bearing. correction, Son. You need to go on a strong field of study with your women."

"shtup, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the theater surrender to grass. 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-german. I kept your aunty 's home in line, too. Discipline your first cousin for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say things like that. cleaning lady 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 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 serious look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was potent for her. I was there for her to lean against when affair were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sis. And your cousins.

"Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. unspoilt enough grounds to study her in hand and fuck her."

"So you want me to fuck all the women in my liveliness,"I said, rolling my eyes."And I bet you want me to sleep with Stefani, too."

"Another girl in need of a man to keep her in line,"Dad agreed."glad you understand. Make me gallant, Son."

The strait of my bedchamber door opening banished the pipe dream. I groaned, the sleepy stupor of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to have it off all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled affair, lacy, two spaghetti shoulder strap over her shoulders, the slight stuff was stretchable and clung to her torso and tits and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my dick throbbing harder. She had two hard nipple pointing right at me.

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

Dad 's password in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her daily round breasts were molded by the cloth. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her cheek flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

military strength ... Confidence ...

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

air gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her dungaree by the knock eyelet and pulled her conclusion to my bed. Her tit bounced as she came up before me, her tit right at eye tier. I let go of her knock loops, my manpower sliding around to grip her ass. They were solid butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde hair's-breadth falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of infant powder and the Cocos nucifera of her dead body dry wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

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

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

"Yes."

My bridge player moved up and pulled her question down. Our mouths met. apricot tree adorned her sass. Sweet and tart at the Saami clip. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she reason on my cock. I could feel her pap against my chest, rubbing through both our top side. They were slurred, fat, so hard. She sighed into the candy kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was proper. Maybe not about fucking the relief of my family. But Melody ... 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 head as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with chaff, his hands warm as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My tit tingled as they rubbed against my army tank top, pressing into his sinewy chest. And his putz ...

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 mouth. He was so strong, so surefooted. 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 tankful top. I broke the buss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my read/write head and baring my breast to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were tike. I was 2-dimensional back then.

No longer.

"darn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my business firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my go out tit to my twilit areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my backbreaking nipple."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I did n't dress like his baby 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 mouth latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the vivid, tingling rush radiating from my bosom. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquidity heat boiling in my pussy 's profoundness. 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 dick was so arduous beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble 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 backbone upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked tegument, radiating the absorbed consistence heat from his nap. My titty rose as my intimation quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his haircloth ruffled from sleeping.

My hands 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 story, his chest rippling, a all right down of dark whisker covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same swarthy musical note as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hired hand caressed his body.

"That feels Weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"Well, yours are precious than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips 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 manpower stroked my belly, his fingers strong.

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

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

Incest.

My blue jean popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his chamber floor. I was down to wearing only my pitch blackness step-in. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of little holes made a spunk in the movement, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.

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

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

I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underclothes off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussycat. A undulation of hot, embarrassed luxuria went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

shit, that was a aphrodisiac thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his finger's breadth. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his script. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my second joint, staring at my Virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his 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 sense so womanly. I was n't a girl any longer.

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

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, finger fumbling, ripping open denim, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his shorts. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my first bouncy gumshoe. It was so different than the moving picture I had seen on the cyberspace. rattling. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of blue curls, profound balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a authorise liquidness beaded out. Precum as the daughter at school day called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to crap eff to me.

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

"Love you, strain,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thighs. shiver rushed up my body."Love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his read/write head down for my kitty. I shivered."Clint, I 'm make. demand me. Make lovemaking 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 lady friend. My friend complained about boyfriends who wanted to find a blowjob or have sex but did n't want to cream their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his grimace into the folds of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my sheep pen. A microseism ran through my body as my first cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

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

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His lingua was rattling. The rough flavour of his back talk against my medium figure sent riffle radiating through my body. I buzzed with hullabaloo, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste serious, line,"he groaned."Delicious."

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

His tongue lapped at my virginal membrane, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his putz in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my knocker. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his natural language on my nub guessing bliss through my soundbox. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his sass, my top dog swimming with the thrill of his glossa. He sucked hard on it. My twat 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, bounteous cousin made me cum. My mind snapped back as my body bucked. My finger's breadth sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless groan sang from my back talk. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my intellection as his mouth 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 making love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so powerful and unattackable. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. sweetness. I tasted dessert and delicious.

No curiosity he loved devouring me.

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

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

Clint Elliston

air 's slit was so hot against the tip of my turncock. I felt her cherry pressing on the tip of my dick. She was a Virgo. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To go on her as my woman. To roll in the hay her and joy her.

And then she would delight me.

Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to give birth her cherry popped. She wanted me to earn erotic love to her. My centre beat so fast. Her mammilla rubbed on my chest.

It was meter. boldface. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with air, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous figure engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my rosehip. Her body ruffle beneath me. I savored the flavour of her. Nineteen yr had brought us to this wonderful import. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My tool slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her pussy. Her figure was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. delight rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My handwriting would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart round faster and faster as our consistency moved. Her pelvic arch rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. inherent aptitude guided us. Her hands roamed my vertebral column, clutching to me as our tongue danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"tonal pattern,"I groaned, breaking the candy kiss."You 're mine. My girl."

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

"fuck, that 's good. You 're so tight."

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

Hearing my first cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her pulp. The tip of my cock ached. The clash was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

"Yes,"she gasped, finger's breadth clawing at my back."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't bear to cover this."

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

Our flesh slapped together. Her eubstance quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her slit. It clenched down hard about my thrusting hammer, increasing the friction.

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a he-man for giving my sexy cousin-german another climax, 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 charwoman, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my epithet again. The massage pressure of her pussy force back me over the edge. The ache to cum actuate my hip. There was no stopping me now. I would set off in my first cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm."strain !"

My ball unloaded. Blast after blast of cum jibe into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my prick, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful outburst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. Stars exploded before my eyes as my visual modality swam.

It was marvelous to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I did n't wish that incest was incorrect. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my cleaning lady. She held me, her pussy milking out every live drop before I collapsed on her.

Holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her kettle of fish. 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 minutes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet maculation 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 psyche on my bureau, her blonde scroll fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make erotic love 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 aloud ?"Just a dream I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong 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 house,"I added."correction. He also said that I should take aim you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted ?"

"Good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to take it."

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

"Uncle 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.

"aught,"I said.

"Nope, I want to recognise everything about this howling 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 auntie Vicky were sunning by the pool adjacent room access at Melody 's house, catching the concluding ray of light of the September sun in their two-piece 's, enceinte breasts constrained by thin cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked melody wormed before me, rubbing her consistency 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 raise."He told me ... I should ... fuck other women, too."

"Other women ?"Melody threw a smell over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a threesome ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her centre, a catch in her vox."You would bear a threesome with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my branch around her. My hands slid up her abdomen, cupping her pap as I pressed her face close to the windowpane. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy slit."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 head as my handwriting reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her twat. boldface. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

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

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her headspring and then gasped.

I stared down at our female parent 's leaning their point together over the side of the waiting room chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunty. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"sanctum red cent,"I grunted.

To be continued ...