Incestuous hareem
Chapter Six : Disciplining My Bratty Sis
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

Melody 's blonde fuzz danced about her berm as she looked around the grocery store parking lot. We were between the family 's SUV and a declamatory, putting surface pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my hand, a long, lithe tube of majestic ice wrapped in plastic. My turncock throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my little sis 's boldness. Alicia stood beside Melody, her eye wide behind her glasses, her brown hair in pigtails.

"somebody 's going to see,"Melody complained as her hands went to her denim'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half-sister, best friend, lover, and sex striver unsnapped her blue jean. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her trim kitty-cat peeking out of the open fly. She wore no scanty. Those were in my pouch. I took them from all three inside the store while we shopped.

"Maybe,"I told her."And that makes you wet."

"You know it does, asshole,"tune said, though there was a playful catch to her parole. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the last few twenty-four hours. We had grown up together, unspoiled ally, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mother, who were sisters, were my dad 's fan. Melody and her baby Lee were actually my half-sisters.

And now that I was man of the house, I wanted to own them all.

"Do you like the knock off aspect, Sir ?"my submissive mother asked, standing behind me as Melody wiggled her jeans off her rose hip.

"Do you, big brother ?"Alicia asked, her eighteen-year-old vocalism so new and girlish. With her pigtails and pink, frilly dress, she looked even younger than she was.

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should have a bald cunt. That would work you such a good, footling sister."

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her jean down to her knees and held out her hand."Okay, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pair of gray pantie I had confiscated from her."You need these to entrap the juices in."

"You just want to see me loot naked in the parking lot,"she accused."Maybe I should just pop off my tank top and let everyone see my entire body."

"What do you call back, Princess ?"I asked Alicia while my dick ached.

"I think big sister wants that."

"I do, too."I ginned at Melody, loving the way she shuddered. Her mamilla were so hard, poking at the material. She wore no bra and her round breasts molded to the fabric. With a shudder, she ripped it off and held it out to me.

I arched an eyebrow at the offer top, her breast jiggling as she shivered, her dusky teat thickly nubs. Such a mix of entry and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

I took her tank top from her."You 're welcome."

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her butt, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smell her sweet musk as she kicked off her place and wiggled her jean down past her knees. Juices trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot material body. She moaned, shuddering, frozen with her denim on around her ankle. I pushed a finger inside her silky depth as I tore afford the pliant tubing of the Popsicle with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

"Because I 'm raw and anyone can see me,"she moaned, her rose hip wiggling. She fucked back onto my finger."You know what this does to me, do n't you ?"

"Of track. You love it. You want me to troop you around naked. Maybe wearing a neckband and a dog tag reading, 'Clint 's # 1 gripe .'I bet you would jazz that."

Her pussycat clenched on my fingers."Yes,"she moaned. pace crunched on the asphalt A car doorway opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. realise me take the air around schooling that way. Let everyone do it I 'm yours, Clint."

audition her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her pussy and pushed out the Popsicle from its sheath. I brought it to her kitty and shoved the frozen treat into the profoundness of her snatch. Her long, low moan made my dick throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold popsicle slid into my pussy. It was n't thick, but I felt it. My snatch clenched about it. The chill almost detriment. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked bass and deeper into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my pantie on the ground."Better haste before it all thawing in that molten cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the succus already trickling down my thigh."Going to ruin my favorite panties."

"You bought them for my pleasance,"Clint told me, his hand squeezing my ass. The flaring bother reminded me of his spanking. That he owned me. That I would let him ruin all my panties.

"Yes,"I moaned, quickly stepping out of my jeans and yanking up my panties.

My breasts jiggled as I straightened up. Behind Alicia, a guy walked by looking at his headphone. He passed the gap between the two vehicle, and I heard his footsteps pause. I froze, wondering if he would come back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on the thaw lolly, my panties growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

"You want him to see you,"Alicia whispered, staring up at me in awed shock. She pushed up her glasses.

"I do, Cupcake,"I whispered back. I trembled, waiting. But then the man kept walking. I could get word everyone suspiration. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my denim, fastening and zipping, my shake growing worse. My inadequate pussy grew numb from the frigidity. It was ... something I had to abide, for Clint. And that made it even more wonderful. Special. I was putting up with this freezing shaft shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me require to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half-brother. He had such a grin on his handsome face. Behind him, my busty aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her centre full of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a second Popsicle, red. He held it and a pair of pink, frilly, girlish step-in. Alicia let out a startled yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

"You want to be a thoroughly, little baby, right ?"Clint asked her, his part nates."I can extract you over my lap and spank you for the entire parking lot to see and take heed if you don't."

She shook her read/write head, pigtails dancing."No, big brother."

"Then lift that skirt."He ripped afford the plastic.

I giggled, still shivering from the common cold."He chose cherry red for you, Cupcake. I think Clint wants to relive enjoying your Virgo delight."

"Maybe, big baby,"Alicia said. She glanced at me, biting her lip. She had only just found out about our reliable family relationship.

I took her hand, squeezing it, loving the way she smiled at me. I was Clint 's initiatory sex slave, the one he loved the most, but Alicia was clearly coming in as a stuffy second. I could n't fault him. She was so precious. So devoid. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very mannerism begging such naughty enactment to be performed on her body.

She lifted her skirt with her free deal, exposing the wispy, browned pubic hair adorning her tight prick. She gasped, hazel eyes widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our little sis 's pussy. She squirmed her hips. He broke off the end then held her scanty for her to step into. He pulled them up her slight legs slowly while Alicia 's teeth chattered, a red pearl of juice trickling down her pale, internal thigh, meeting her schoolgirlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her panties about her articulatio coxae and kitty-cat. He leaned in, giving her a promptly kiss on her pubic mound.

"I know,"I told her, squirming. My thighs pressed tight as more than of the grape Popsicle melted in me. But it was still so stale. I shivered again.

Clint pulled out the third one, orange flavor, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt."stuff it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot cunt cooled."

She had no hesitation. No interrogative sentence. She was wholly given over to being dominated by her son. It was what she needed. She did n't take him to sleep together her as anything more than a son loves his mother or a headmaster cares for his slave. She did n't need the confessedly tenderness Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any waver, to swallow all my fears and just collapse myself fully to Clint 's control. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny part of me that made me utter off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

"It 's so low temperature,"Alicia moaned."Big brother, please, it 's numbing me."

He lifted her mentum."And you 're naughty pussy is hot enough to take it, picayune sister. Trust your big brother."

"okey,"she said, rip brimming in her eyes."I will."

"Come on, Cupcake,"I told her."We can suffer together while our brother 's dick stays rock concentrated. He 's a jerk that way."

Clint laughed, and I gave him a idle punch on the arm. That only made him smiling more.

"Ladies, back seat. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to feast on when we get home."He licked his rim."I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch."

"Yes, Mommy 's brewing up just the yummiest goody for her big boy."

The drive home was excruciating. Even aunty Cheryl squirmed, her face clenching at the cold, numbing mess in her pussy. And yet it was strangely exciting. My button ached, and my pap were so hard. And, slowly, the finisher we got home, the More and more touch sensation returned to my pussy.

The Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent my slit needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my helping hand rubbing at my dungaree. A large, wet smirch had soaked through my panty and the jean, spreading the assuredness liquid down my legs. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grin on his face. We did this for him. Three women suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me hornier. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

"driveway faster, Clint,"I moaned."I need you to lick this out of me. Oh, god, so badly."

"Because you need to cum ? Or because you ca n't digest the cold ?"

"Both,"I moaned, my pussycat clenching. The Popsicle was in spell now, melting faster and faster. My pussy spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

"Yes, big brother,"moaned Alicia, tears falling down her buttock, making her look so cute. I put an arm around her."I need to cum so badly. Oh, delight, please. I do n't get it. The common cold has me so hot. It almost burns."

"You 're just happy to posit to him,"Aunt Cheryl moaned."That 's what makes you hot. Your body needs this, Alicia. You need him to take in you do matter you would never do on your own. You need to crap him glad. It brings you such joy."

"Yes,"I moaned."Fuck, Clint."I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down."Faster. fastness. Jesus, drive like you do when you play Grand theft Auto."

"run over pedestrians on the sidewalk ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in passel ? That wo n't get us there faster."

My toes curled in my shoes. The go bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.

And then we were in the driveway. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench ass behind his. All of us moaning. aunt Chery 's bleached-blonde tresses brushed my rude blond ringlet.

"Clint,"I moaned."Do n't just watch us. Please, please, lick us. Eat your desserts."

"Please. mama needs her big, solid son to eat her out first."

"I need it, big brother."

I tightened my arm on Alicia."Look at her, Clint. She needs it badly."

"So I should eat her cunt out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our little sis with hungry eyes.

"Yes !"I trembled, squirming more, ripping off my seatbelt.

"You choose, Sir."auntie Cheryl squeezed her orotund bosom stretching out her Conservative dress.

Clint moved into the cover, climbing over the primal console with athletic ease. There was enough room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her skirt. Her pink step-in were a red mess, the juices soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her waistband. Sir Thomas More juices coated her thighs with smears of red. The scent of artificial cherry and fresh pussy filled my nose.

"tinker's dam, that looks unspoilt,"Clint groaned."What do you say, Princess ?"

"P-please eat the cherry delectation I made for you, big sidekick,"she moaned, her back arching."Please."

Clint yanked down her panties. The juice matted her chocolate-brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her pixilated pussy lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her pussy, diving deep. He swirled it around, his fingers spreading her undefended. Then he sealed her sassing on her golf hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her pelvis bucking and rising from the the seat.

"Big brother,"she moaned, her brain tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My pussy clenched in fellow feeling I wanted that very same discourse. I wanted to feature my kitty-cat licked out. I bit my rim, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fists as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

She humped her pussy against his human face. Her hands found her mamilla through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her coming. I could n't believe how fast it was coming on her.

"Big brother,"she screamed out, her second joint clamped about his head.

"Cum on his mouth, cupcake,"I moaned, biting my lip.

"Oh, you 're so beautiful, sweetie,"Aunt Cheryl groaned.

"Thanks, momma,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed."Big brother ! Yes ! I love you ! Thank you !"She slumped in her fanny, gasping for intimation, her face flushed.

"That was hot,"I groaned."Cupcake, you were so sexy."

"Uh-huh,"Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia 's face as he leaned up and planted a hot candy kiss on her rim. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed, her body trembling. She got almost as much pleasure from the candy kiss as the pussy licking.

And then Clint released her and glanced at me."Let 's see what grape delight tasting like."

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my dungaree. I lifted my ass off the buns and pushed jean and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his human knee before me."Eat me. I need it. God, this was so fucking hot. I 'm numb and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my jean and pantie down to my articulatio talocruralis and circularise me apart. The grapevine juices leaked out of my slit. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't care. I clenched my numb sheath, trying to hold in his treat as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my shaved vulva. It was so hot against my common cold pulp, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a direct contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my cold sheepfold, gathering the grape-infused pussy juice. He groaned while I shuddered.

"Clint,"I moaned as he licked again. And again.

My benumbed pulp came alive beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My fountainhead leaned back on the seat as his clapper poking into the depths of my pussy, caressing my frigid refreshed, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his lip. I could pick up him swallow.

"Yes, yes, love your dessert,"I moaned, humping into his face. My clit throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me.

My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more than pleasure than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jolts made my body thrash. My drumhead tossed back and forth, Alicia and Aunt Cheryl smiling at me.

"Cum on his typeface, big sister."Alicia snuggled tightlipped, rim stained red from Clint 's kiss.

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her hired man touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint 's knife reamed into the depths of my snatch. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and pant. I fucked my slit against his lingua, the pressure building in my depths. Every stroke of his glossa made me thrill."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my breast through my tank top. She pinched my nipple."Cum."

I bucked and shuddered. This was so marvellous. I could n't wait until Zoey, my mom, and even bratty Lee were all Clint 's. An riot of the sept, all serving the man of the planetary house, loving him and each other, doing all the nasty things he wanted us to do.

Making me parade naked through the shoal, showing off my torso to everyone, all the guys staring at my flesh with luxuria, wishing they owned me. My face red with the chagrin as all the daughter whispered,"Slut."

My thigh clamped about Clint 's rima oris. I came.

My aching pussy spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my cunt into Clint 's hungry mouth. He drank the flood lamp of sweet snatch emollient and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my mind. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this delight. This treat. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

His dark centre looked up at me from between my second joint. I felt the commanding love. I stared back at him and moaned,"Yours !"

It was the most loving affair I could say to him.

Clint rose as my trunk shuddered, the ripples of joy growing flaccid, lapping at my mind instead of crashing into it. He cupped my impertinence and leaned in."I love you, slut."

"passion you, asshole,"I breathed. My coat of arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The Earth faded around me in that mo as my pal, master, and boyfriend loved me. His tongue danced with mine. I savored the grape smack of my pussy.

And then he broke the kiss, his frontal bone resting on mine."I 'm going to paddle you tonight for being such a smart mouth."

"trade good,"I moaned."Do n't let me get away with it. Then you really would be an asshole."

He kissed me one more time and then slid down to his mother.

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Clint Elliston

"What have you got for me, Mommy-slut ?"I asked as I pushed up her chick. Her panties were soaked Orange River. The woman of the street, citrous fruit aroma mix in with her spicy twat. I licked my lips, hungry for one Thomas More dessert. Cherry and grape were tremendous. I hoped orange tree was just as good.

"Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,"she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties'waistband."Just for her big, substantial son."

I loved hearing her say those words. My mother was my slut. She would do anything I told her.

"puff them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her truthful hair color, the blond coming from a bottle—was a fix of orange slush. Her thick pussy lip were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the tart flavor. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her fancy woman passion.

I sealed my mouth on her kitty-cat, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused slit cream. It poured into my mouth. I gulped it down, my hands seizing her ass, gripping it. Her heavy breasts jiggled in her dress.

My mom was a MILF.

My cock ached so severely in my jeans. It took all my self-will not to fuck any one of my women. But I was strong. I was in control. I would give my womanhood the pleasure they needed. The authorization they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them happy when I took charge. It was a giving they gave me.

And one I could n't abuse by being a selfish bastard. If I made them happy, they would nominate me felicitous. It was a two-way exchange.

"Oh, yes, my big, potent son is eating ma 's slit,"she moaned, her middle squeezing shut."Eat every drop. momma needs to feast her son."

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,"groaned Melody."Right, Cupcake ?"

"Yeah,"Alicia said, her watchword diffuse, subdued.

"I bet it 's making your little pussy hot, Cupcake."Melody pulled our trivial Sister onto her lap, her paw sliding up beneath Alicia 's dame."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"Melody purred.

Alicia shuddered beside me, her body shivering as I heard line 's digit sink into hot, wet snatch. I groaned, my dick throbbing harder, my clapper licking faster, gathering all the Orange juice out of my mom 's cunt I could.

She groaned louder, humping against my boldness while Alicia panted and Melody nibbled on her cervix. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her cunt. Her juice flowed into my rima oris, the Orange flavor diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

"Yes, yes, ma 's son is firm. He has three cleaning lady all panting after him."

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

"Yes, my sister is aching for it. She 's so mad she 's stuck at school coaching debate."

Melody gave a wicked giggle while I pictured auntie Vicky. She was two age my mom 's Jnr, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would link up the harem. She was like mom, a submissive slovenly woman in pauperism of a master.

"I 'm going to roll in the hay your sister tonight,"I growled at Mom between punch."I 'm going to ram my rooster into her cunt. And you 're going to be there watching."

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, make her a trollop. She needs it."Mom priming her pussy on my face."Yes, yes, mom wants to learn her big, inviolable son fuck her sister and her daughters and her nieces. Mommy wants you to fuck them all."

The SUV rocked as Mom spasmed. Her orgasm surged through her. Juices squirted into my oral cavity. I gulped them down. They flowed over my Chin and spilled down my neck. I was such a sticky mess, and I loved it. I made all my woman cum.

"Fuck,"I growled, lifting my face from Mom 's pussycat, watching her spasm."Lashkar-e-Toiba get the grocery put away so I can get laid each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."mommy need something bigger than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the lettuce so crispy, the turkey had a steer of smoky delight, and the cheeseflower ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the bread was a rich, whole cereal. I moaned as I sat at the island counter in auntie Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so starve after my ten sea mile run at the park. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A pot surrounded me. clams and sugar so-and-so, and somehow I had gotten a tumid splodge of mayonnaise on the replication. My wooden leg kicked as I took another bite, animal foot thudding against the island. The front doorway rattled, and I tensed. Someone was coming home.

Was it Clint ? He would be so mad when he saw the mess. He was soooo jittery about keeping the house clean and jerk. I did n't much see the point in doing any of that. Clint liked cleaning up, and I hated it. So why should I do it when he would just do it anyways ?

I took another bite as the footfall echoed. More than one individual was home. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to savour ..."His words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of John Brown, report market purse wrapped up in his, admittedly, substantial limb. His eyes narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle William Jefferson Clinton. He looked a lot like his dead dad, same sullen haircloth, same grievous face.

"I see you 've made a mess, Lee,"he said, words stern.

"Uh-huh, Lint,"I said and took another bite of my sandwich. I chewed loudly. I called him Lint because that was how annoying he was. Behind him came my annoying sister Melody. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to alternate his bones. I grinned at her through a mouthful of food.

aunt Cheryl and Alicia followed, both holding more groceries. auntie Cheryl froze."Lee, what did you do to my kitchen ?"

"Made tiffin,"I said as I chewed."Starving."

"You are gong to clean up this mess,"Clint said, setting the grocery suitcase on the far end of the counter,"by the time I finish getting the groceries."

"And if I do n't, what are you going to do, Lint ?"

His expression twitched."I 'm going to bow you over my knee, rip down your shorts and panties, and spank your ass while my mom, your sister, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laughter."Right, like aunt Cheryl would let you do that."

"He 's the man of the house now, dear,"Aunt Cheryl said."Just like your Uncle Clinton was before him."

I blinked at that and took another insect bite of my sandwich. Uncle Clinton absolutely would have spanked my ass for making a mess and not cleaning it up. But he was dead six calendar month. No one did anything to me now. I could do what I want.

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get more market while my cousin, auntie, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, melodic phrase with an eager grin on her sassing, Alicia 's doe eyes wide behind her glass like she was shock I was n't following his parliamentary procedure, and Aunt Cheryl with a mysterious smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't suffer the balls to follow through on his threats.

He walked in with the succeeding lode. I gave him a big grin and took the last bite of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A thrill ran through me. When had he gotten such a spine ? I could almost believe that he could spank me.

Which was ridiculous. He was only a year older than me.

On his next trip-up, I was sucking my finger clean of a few drops of mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the fecal matter, aegir for him to finish delivery in the groceries.

"One more tripper,"he told me.

"commodity,"I nodded."Got to get all the grocery in. Do n't require them to go bad."

"I 'm going to enjoy spanking your ass, Lee."

"Aunt Cheryl wo n't let you, Lint,"I said and stuck out my tongue at him.

"I will,"she said, pulling posterior of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the cupboard."And if you keep calling him Lint, he 'll really spank you."

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a huge smiling on her face. And she was dressed so unknown. Like a normal girl instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

"Does it smell like Kool-Aid ?"I blinked.

"Oh, we ate some Popsicles in the car,"Melody said, turning to me.

I blinked, the entire private parts of her blue jean was dark."Did you piss yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's just at that,"Aunt Cheryl said, a husky tone to her voice.

What was going on ? None of them were acting pattern. I mean, I know my babe was wet for Clint, but she and the idiot tried to hide it from the family instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few times, rubbing my crotch. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an uptight jolt. But what was up with Alicia and aunty Cheryl ?

line sucked at her fingerbreadth like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socialisation with the family ? She was such a wonk, always reading her dumb Holy Writ. And Aunt Cheryl ... She clearly knew about melodic line and Clint and ... approved ?

"What is going on ?"I demanded."Why are you three acting so strange ?"

"Clint 's finally become the man of the house,"aunt Cheryl said with a smile that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the last two dismissal of groceries, set them down on the replication, and fixed his heart on me."I see you did n't scavenge up your mess."

"Nope,"I said, hopping off the stool."Have fun cleaning it up for me, Lint."He would n't larrup me.

I sauntered retiring my sis and Alicia, walking to the end of the island. I fixed Clint with a big grin as I went to walk past him. He would n't spank me. He could n't.

And then his manus grabbed my fuzz and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his eyes so strong, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It 's meter you understood that you are a component part of this family, and you will abide by the others in it. No more than will we clean up your muss or do your chores."

"Make me,"I said, defiance surging through me."You don't—"

He yanked on my hair. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my hired hand scratching at his wrists. I spit like a furious cat.

"Let me go, dick ! aunty Cheryl ! assistance ! Clint 's pick on me !"

"You brought this on yourself, dear,"Aunt Cheryl purred."And do n't pretend you do n't want this. That you have n't been pushing Clint to see if he would bend you over his knee and spank you. I know how a great deal you liked it when my husband would do it."

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know ? I did n't understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few years back. It did n't matter if it was barren bottom, through my panties, or my jeans, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his articulatio genus, my cheeks burning with humiliation for being treated like a fiddling girl, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the lounge, everyone watching, that warm itch began in my pussy. This was even more mortify than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll clean it up. I will. You do n't have to do this."My hips squirmed. My pussycat grew wetter as I begged.

"Nope,"Clint said."You need to understand your place."

"Yep,"Melody nodded, marching right behind us."Spank her ass hard, Clint. She needs discipline."

"Oh, you bitch,"I hissed at my baby.

"Hey,"Clint snarled, anger crossing his case for the first time."You do n't sing to your babe like that. You respect her and make love her. Like you respect and love the repose of your family. But if you want to be a holy terror, we 'll treat you like one."

He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His heart stared at my trimmed, black bush adorning my pudenda.

My cheeks went deep red. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin-german. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and jerk me over his lap like I was a little girl. My boldness burned with shame."Stop this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

"Then why do you act like one ?"His impart hand pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my nude ass.

My Virgo snatch clenched at his touched. A Wave of inglorious heat energy dig through me. My torso liked his touch. Melody sat beside him and pulled my peg over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here ? My cunt clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so mindful that they could see my kitty between my thighs. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach rising and falling and ...

Clint was hard.

My cousin had a throbbing erecting. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was voiceless ... for me. He wanted to spank me. What was going on ? He was molesting me, and Aunt Cheryl was n't do anything to quit it.

She was watching, standing next to Alicia, their eye both on me.

"Spank her spicy ass,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her part so strapping."Do it. evidence her how substantial you are."

Alicia nodded her head, her voice a low whisper,"Yes, big brother."

"Spank her ass,"hissed Melody, her bridge player squeezing my other cheek. They were all in on this.

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my breadbasket twisting with chagrin. They all wanted to see me treated like a lilliputian girlfriend. I wanted to melt into a puddle of shame. My pussycat was growing so wet.

"First, Melody gets to spank you five times for calling her a bitch,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my pussy growing hotter."Then I will larrup you ten meter for making a mess. You will calculate them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my nerve burn. Now my sister would spank me ? My older, bitch of a sister ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed Melody, pressing cheeseparing to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes widened.

"You 're fucking him !"I accused.

"Yep,"she said and slammed her hired man down hard on my ass.

I gasped, bucking as the pain in the neck and humiliation snap through me. My sis just spanked my ass on Clint 's command. My thighs squeezed tight, my clitoris aching. The thunder reverberated through the living elbow room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

"You 're supposed to say something, Lee,"Melody said, not hiding the mirthfulness in her voice.

"No !"

Spank !

Crack !

Spank !

Smack !

slap !

They came fast, hard, her hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat burning across my flesh. I felt five of them. Which made six in total. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on fire, my pussy dripping juices.

"Clint said five. That was six."I swallowed the bitch I wanted to add.

"You did n't calculate,"she grinned."So they did n't count."

slap !

"Oh, god,"I shuddered, the heat flaring through my ass. I clenched my burning butt-cheeks, shuddering."Please, do n't make me say this, Clint."

"It 's function of your punishment,"he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard prick. He felt so big beneath his dungaree. Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

"fine,"I huffed."One, thank you, Melody."I put all my derision into saying the words.

Smack !

I yelped in pain again, both my butt-cheeks burn. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her body shifting, her boldness red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my baby spank me. This was so degrading. Why did that earn my pussy even wetter ?

"Two,"I moaned, hating the language, my pussy clenching."Thank you, Melody."God, it sucked saying those words.

cranny !

"Damn, not so laborious,"I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

"It 's your punishment,"she cooed."And what do you say ?"

"triplet, thank you, Melody."tears trickled down my cheeks. Juices leaked out of my pussy. Why was I so turned on ?

Crack !

"quatern, thank you, Melody.

relish !

"pentad, thank you, melodic line,"I said, breathing out rest. I wanted to bury my look into the my work force and fell from everyone 's watching eyes.

"You 're receive, Lee,"she said, stroking my ass."Now what do you say ?"

"I ..."I did n't know what to say.

"Why did I larrup you ?"Her hand squeezed my hurt ass.

I gasped, bucked."I 'm dark for calling you a bitch."

"You 're forgiven."She slid her mitt down my thigh."Now the real fun begins."

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint 's hand was swelled and struck harder. My wretched human body stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in hurting, the bust flowing faster. My virtuous pussy clenched so hard.

Why did it feel so beneficial ?

"One, thank you, Clint,"I moaned, shuddering. Saying those Holy Writ, feeling his rooster, was so demeaning and yet ... They felt right.

Smack !

His hand fell even harder, landing on my other butt-cheek. I clenched them both, squirming, my puss brimming with pain. tune 's hand shifted on my thigh, pushing between them, her touch so soothing.

"Two, thank you, Clint,"I sobbed, weeping pouring down my cheeks.

Crack !

"Three, thank you, Clint !"My clit tingled. The heat gathered in my twat, the pain transforming into something different.

Slap !

"quaternary, thank you, Clint !"The botheration rushed into my mind. Shivers ran through my body. It felt ... good. Like the gamey I reached while jogging, my legs burning, my English aching, my heart beating.

Smack !

"Five !"I screamed out, the pain and pleasure washing through my idea. They were linked, flipping from one to the other.

Melody 's hired man crept up my thighs.

shot !

"Six !"I moaned, grinding on his severe dick. He was throbbing for me. He wanted me.

melody 's fingers brushed the wet curls of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

slap !

My bucking consistence rubbed my hot twat on my Sister 's dactyl. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging nuisance from my ass at the like moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this feel so good ?

"Seven, thank you, Clint !"

My sister stroked my pussycat."Oh, she 's dripping wet, Clint. The little loose woman is getting off on this."

Her words were so humiliating. My sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. Aunt Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their brim. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.

My slit clenched.
Crack !

"Eight !"I screamed, melodic line rubbing harder at my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my body. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating sexual climax. I would cum in front of everyone. They would all watch. They would all have it off I was a slut.

flavour !

"Nine !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. Melody rubbed harder at my clit. The sensations rushed through me."Thank you, Clint !"

I trembled. I was on the leaflet of something amazing. Something I had never experienced Something truly special.

I heard the air whoosh as Clint 's hand crashed down for the final spanking. I tensed, eager. The loud crack cocaine echoed through the room. The pain shot through my contuse ass, slamming straight person to my virgin pussy. melodic phrase 's finger's breadth rubbed at my clit, the twinkle from her finger's breadth crashing into the pain.

"Ten !"I screamed as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

Such humiliating joy shot through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my first cousin 's lap, my sister 's fingers stroking my pussycat. They all heard the howler of pleasance exploding from my mouth. Not pain.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my mind. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my promontory swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, ace exploding across my body. I drifted in a new blank, a place of pleasance and bother, a place of wonder and delight.

I felt my body move, but I was severalise from it. Like it was not my body at all, my thoughts flying through rapture. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushion. Clint was over me, holding my second joint apart. Melody unzipped his pants.

His dick flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to eff me.

"Yes,"I heard myself shrieking."fucking me, Clint. I was such a brat. Punish me."

His script went to my chin, lifting my stunned promontory. He stared into my heart, into my soul. There was such commanding power in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his tool rub at my cunt, melody guiding him to my Hymen. The touch of his dick on my Virgin cunt yanked my thinking back into my flesh.

"You are my fornicatress, are n't you ?"he snarled.

"Yes,"I howled, not thinking, only reacting, only doing what my body needed."Your slut."

He thrust into me. I hardly felt the annoyance of my maidenhead tearing over the electrocution suffering raging across my disciplined ass. His cock slammed into my Virgo the Virgin depths. The detrition sent a new wave of rapture slamming into my mind.

I clenched down on his cinch. He was in me so deep. He filled me up. My thighs wrapped about his waist as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast diagonal. He did n't worry if he hurt me. If my pussy ached each time he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.

Use me.

I was his slut.

"Fuck me,"I howled as my mind drifted on exaltation and pain sensation. My entire consistence was a parazoan, drinking in sensations."Slam your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the fucking bratwurst,"melody hissed beside him. Her fingerbreadth shoved up beneath my tank top and pushed aside my summercater bra. She found my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard.

My pussy clenched so concentrated on Clint 's peter as my sister twisted my pap. I howled and moaned, humping against my first cousin as he slammed his shaft into my spasming kitty. So much sensations shot through me.

He pounded me heavily, driving my burning ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His groin smacked into my clit. The nub ached. He bruised my kitty with the force of his screwing. He growled in ira, still punishing me with his wonderful rooster. I savored it. Everyone watched me, everyone knew I was his opprobrious slut.

"Your slut !"I howled at the top of my lungs as another orgasm spilled through me at saying those shameful, degrading words."Use me. have intercourse me !"

"rubbish dump your cum in the slut 's cunt,"Melody hissed, twisting my nipples hard, the pain flaring, crashing into the rapture rippling out of my pussy.

"Yes,"Clint growled."You 've been such a brat, slut. Such a infliction in the ass. It 's time you made up for it, Lee. I own this cunt. I own your body. I can do anything to you !"

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my head back and forth."Oh, yes, just proceed fucking me. Using me. Spank me when I 'm a holy terror. Fuck me when I tease you. Oh, god, this tool !"

"Little slut,"Melody hissed, her fingers twisting my pap hard."I bet you would have it away to be pissed on."

"Yes,"Clint growled, driving his putz into me."Covered in piss."

My legs squeezed about his hips. My pussy exploded on his gumshoe at the humiliating thought. Covered in piss ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the cad of the last. I howled out wordless pleasure as his prick kept hammering into me. My cousin 's huge cock.

"Fuck her, big crony,"Alicia shouted."ass our sister."

"Yes, that 's your sidekick fucking you,"moaned melody right hand before she captured my lips with a possessive kiss.

My crony ? The cerebration danced through my brain. A bit of pellucidity, a retention of Uncle Clinton kissing my female parent, dig through me. Was that I why did n't know my forefather ? Because Uncle Bill Clinton was my dad all along ?

My brother was fucking me ? My big, aphrodisiac, commanding buddy ?

I moaned into my sister 's candy kiss, the pleasure ripple over and over through my body. His cock hammered so deep into me. My twat spasmed on his peter. I milked him. I needed him to cum in me. To fully use me. I was his slut.

I broke the kiss."Cum in me ! Cum in your slut-sister 's cunt, Clint ! Dump it in me !"

"Give the bratty slut what she needs !"Melody howled. Clint 's hand was buried in her jeans, rubbing her pussy to an orgasm.

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me hard, claiming my lips. I tasted orange succus and something else. A spicy musk I did n't recognize. His hammer buried into the depth of my formerly Virgo cunt.

And unloaded.

My brother came in me.

A final orgasm shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass burn from his subject field, my purulent spasming from his laterality. I milked out every drop of his cum. I was his adulteress. His bratty whore.

"tinker's damn,"Clint groaned, breaking the kiss."You are something else, petty slut. You cum hard."

"Uh-huh,"I moaned, my oculus fluttering."Did you mean that ?"

"Mean what ?"he groaned, his peter softening in me.

"That you would ... piss on me."My pussy clenched hard. It would be so humiliating."I ... I ..."

"The fiddling slut wants it,"melody chortled. She twisted my teat hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...