Incestuous seraglio
Chapter One : Popping Kissing Cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't conceive how much preparation Ms. Ayers gave us for maths,"my first cousin and dear Quaker groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde fuzz dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't require to spend it on figuring out mark, cosign, and tangent."

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

"I did that once, whoreson,"she said, giving me a limelight followed up by a light clout on my shoulder joint."One clock time. In the seventh grad. That was years ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eye."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 desire me to fail."She sidled nigh to me, her arm almost brush mine. My manus clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her manus, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one thing to be beneficial Quaker with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another thing to hold her hired man like she was your lady friend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her grimace as we walked, her nose a small, cute bulge, her mouth pursed. They were pink. strain did n't wear out a good deal lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural peach even when she wore wanton T-shirt and comfortable jeans.. She did n't tire out the tight clothing like the other girl at our school, flaunting her soundbox, wanting all the boy to look at her.

It was why we had been best champion for as long as either of us could call up. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I do n't know why our mothers, who were sister, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Melody as a kid. She liked climbing tree, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing picture games. She truly was my best friend.

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

And we did n't draw 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 full cousin. Our mothers were babe. It was ... wrongfulness. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my beneficial booster after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the alone one in the kinfolk who helped me manage with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine-coloured, my older sister was just a slit, and my new sister retreated even farther into her Koran. Aunt Vicky, Melody 's female parent, tried, but she just made it risky, and my other cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was someone I could spill to, share matter with. the pits, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

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

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

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

My heart pulsation faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. Damn, I wish we were n't on the pavement of our street, our base crunching on the first leave of absence of autumn fallen from Mrs Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we sustain to be first cousins ? If she was just the girl succeeding room access, we would get fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a infernal virgin.

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

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

My smile spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out Sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that strain into real incest.

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

"But you already told me you would. No yield book binding, 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 lips were so kissable. I wondered what smack of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that feel on her lips.

We reached our menage, the spectre of the giant chestnut tree tree in my face yard falling over us. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 's liberal, honey oil canopy covered most of my grand and a poop of strain 's. My house was Thomas Gray with mauve trim—my female parent chose the schema and Dad painted it—and rose three write up, my room in the attic. aunty Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two tale, and smaller.

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

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

"Fine,"I grumbled. I took her paw for a brief instant, giving her a squeezing. 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 blue jean. And then my full 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 work for another two hours. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

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

I entered the house and ran almost big H into Lee, my eighteen-year-old first cousin. She and Melody were a year and a few calendar month apart in age. aunty Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to date 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 closest thing to a father they knew.

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

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

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

She ripped the toast from her oral fissure and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her melanize hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful human body. She was slim and had more energy than a crackhead on speed.

"Your intellectual nourishment is better, Lint,"she beamed.

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

"Nope."She flashed me a grinning then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to prehend 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 sort doorway and raced away from the mansion laughing."Dammit."

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a miserly duo of dungaree shorts and a hangman's halter top that enhanced her already impressive boob, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her sass dark-red and looked so fatten and kissable.

Zoey had the bragging tits in the fellowship. I know I loved melodic line, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not depart. She had just turned twenty dollar bill and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips pealing, her unwrap midriff tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into piazza. 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 grade behind her—a Jr That did n't thing. She treated me like I was a crashing kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to kick in a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and deflection over. Those denim boxers molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any pantie line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't Melody plume like that some of the time. Zoey 's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her snatch. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"rightfield,"my sister said with caustic remark, settling on a pitcherful of grape juice. She poured a chalk and leaned against the parry watching me clean-living up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her early handwriting, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a textile and wiped the riposte down. I hated messes. affair should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a family is a reflection of its master. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his children did their chores.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's cad clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business organisation annulus and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair's-breadth in a mussy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't weary much physical composition or did more with her hairsbreadth than wrench it back into a bun these mean solar day. 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 low storage locker beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her annulus pulled tight over her ass.

My sister had inherited her brick-house trunk from our mother.

"order what you want,"Mom said, her interpreter tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine-coloured in one deal."I 'm too tired to cook tonight."

"You 're too tired to cook any Night,"I muttered. She used to misrepresent dinner every nighttime save Fri and Dominicus. Dad liked home-cooked meal. So did I. Ordering pizza or Formosan or hoagy got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"sawbuck up, squirt,"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 house now."

I hated her mocking smiling."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her glass of grapeshot succus and set it down on the buffet two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

"They have uniforms for us to tire 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 weeks ago, she had gotten a job where her friend, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front door opened a mo later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grin on her facial expression and delicious dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's ice. If I did n't lap it, the glass would just stay on the damned comeback all dark. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would larrup Zoey no affair what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the stud,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short annulus and thigh-high, heeled boots. I smelled her fragrance as she leaned against the counter."How you doing ?"

I frowned at her."Saame as when we shared World story today."

It was Aunt Vicky 's course of study. She taught story at our highschool shoal. Not that her being my auntie caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken family taught by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to register any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

"Your hair 's ruffled,"Stefani said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the outline 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 adult female. tonal pattern, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would pop me if I made a move on her best Friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mull pilus,"she purred, her voice growing husky."shuffling them calculate ... dangerous."

I took a deep breathing place."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her green heart burned as she leaned into me, the olfactory property of her perfume.

air should wear perfume.

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

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

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

I almost threw her crank to the storey. I hated when she called me jet."I 'm not a do it little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The figurehead door closed.

I put her drinking glass into the dish washer. It was full, so I added goop and started the lode. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my skid ringing on the hardwood moon curser. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the theater for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the cleaning lady decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. establish them you 're William Christopher Handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are William Christopher Handy. continue them happy, and they 'll please you, son."

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

I reached the second base hallway and crossed it to the attic step. My little sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only phallus of the phratry without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glass absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

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

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the lav, her eyes locked on her Koran. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's dying. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did bear seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the loft. My bedroom took up one-half of it, the other was computer memory filled with cardboard corner replete of Christmas medal, old clothes, and the usual detritus any family accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left at the top of the steps. I thrust it undetermined and dropped my knapsack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic roof. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer window thrusting through the ceiling. I could bear up to my full-of-the-moon 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 oculus suddenly heavy.

I should depart on the homework. Melody would be here soon, but it had been a prospicient week, a prospicient month.

A prospicient series of calendar month.

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

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tune Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my puss as my pelvic girdle shook. I was scared of taking this stride. There was only one place our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make love to him. To take in him as my first man. Our relationship was disallow, doomed. We were first of all first cousin. I was practically his Sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, young man, growing strong just like Uncle Clinton had been. darkness hair, unspecific articulatio humeri, muscular figure, and that substantial jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a pair of soused blue jean to show off my breaking ball. I know he liked cockeyed jeans. He could n't avail but expect at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight dungaree or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my effective friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could draw love. We could hold in hands and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip glossiness and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor—it was n't my front-runner, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breather, 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 last for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my untried sis 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly couplet of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No euphony blared, so she was n't at home plate. It was Friday, which meant a date night for virtually missy, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the commons running. She liked that.

missy had too often energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and aunty Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of Edward White wine in my aunt 's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a farsighted sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A particular date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's courteous,"aunty Cheryl said, her face red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the slope of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her meth."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 first cousin sleep on the level when you could just walk next door,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't take care,"aunty Cheryl said."He 's a valet like his father."She took a long drink of her wine."Just like him ..."

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

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

Mom glanced at the wine-colored glass in aunty Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the finish rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

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

"well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too acute in here. I headed side by side doorway. I hoped Clint liked my army 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 aspiration to bulge."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not certain how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a dream.

We were in the kitchen. It was a spate, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."thing are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your female parent and Sister are not doing their portion. What did I tell you about a white theatre ?"

"field, Dad,"I said. I was cognisant 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 Sir Thomas More than willing,"Dad continued.

"What ?"

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

"Everyone ?"My cheek burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a cleaning lady. You want each former. So take her, son. adult female love it. Be strong, be prevalent. fall in her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Good Shepherd,"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 material from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll soak up your pecker, immerse your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be impregnable, confident, and in kick. study, Son. You need to go along a strong discipline with your women."

"piece of ass, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your female parent and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to shit. You all understood your chore and you did them. If you did n't ..."

"You 'd larrup us,"I muttered."Are you wanting me to paddle my Sister ?"

"And your cousin-german. I kept your auntie 's house in descent, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say thing like that. Women are n't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show military posture, and the woman will desire to please you, your mother included."

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

"Your female parent could use a heavily fucking."Dad gave me a serious feeling."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was impregnable for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were toughened. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your babe. And your cousins.

"Especially melody. You love her. She loves you. serious enough reason to take her in helping hand and fuck her."

"So you want me to eff all the women in my life sentence,"I said, rolling my eyes."And I bet you want me to bed Stefani, too."

"Another lady friend in demand of a man to keep her in assembly line,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. make believe me gallant, Son."

The auditory sensation of my bedroom door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my turncock painfully hard in my blue jean. I wish it had been a sex aspiration instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the deal of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti shoulder strap over her shoulder joint, the slim stuff was stretchy and clung to her trunk and tits and ...

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

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

Dad 's words in my pipe dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she assume that top with no bra ? Her round boob were molded by the material. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her brass flushed. She wiggled her pelvis, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

Strength ... trust ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her denim by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her tit bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye stratum. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to transfix her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, free, sandy-blonde hair falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a pinch of sister powder and the coconut of her eubstance wash perfumed her. And those backtalk ...

"I love you, Melody,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her weapon system going around my shoulder. Her optic were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her top dog down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and prostitute at the Saami time. I groaned, kissing my cousin-german hard as she ground on my cock. I could palpate her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our teetotum. They were thick, fat, so firmly. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my natural language knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But Melody ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

She felt how punishing 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 thinker as I kissed Clint, his cheek rough with stalk, his manus stiff as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My mammilla tingled as they rubbed against my tank car top, pressing into his brawny chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My Virgo pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clitoris throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so substantial, so positive. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my whack cringle. No hesitation. So bold.

My full cousin was such a aphrodisiac stud.

And then his manpower moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my principal and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me raw since we were youngster. I was straight back then.

No longer.

"Damn, air,"he groaned, staring at my firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my left tit to my twilit areola. He circled it, oculus locked on my difficult mamilla."red cent, those are nice."

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

And then his sassing latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eye widened at the intense, tingling kick radiating from my breast. My implements of war tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my pussy 's astuteness. 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 hawkshaw was so heavy beneath me. So thickheaded. Was he bigger than the average guy ? I had no estimate. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear barb 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 cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed organic structure heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breathing place quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My helping hand shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked trunk. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest riffle, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same dark-skinned tone as mine, but far, far diminished. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.

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

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

"Well, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my in good order tit. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hip twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my abdomen, his finger 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 mouth off my nipple. His darkness eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't deny him. Not the aphrodisiac 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 bedroom base. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A traffic pattern of little muddle made a heart in the front, my blond pubic hairs peeking through.

"hoot, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high school 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 ramification as he rolled my pantie down my thigh. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thigh pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A moving ridge of hot, obstruct lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my scanty from his digit. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my wooden leg and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my chassis. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I could n't. split of me wanted him to appear. And as embarrassing as his regard was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a girl any longer.

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

The charm my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping unfastened jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxershorts. His cock popped out. It was my bit to stare enraptured at the lot of my first last dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a snarl of glowering curls, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the miss at school called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make have sex to me.

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

"dearest you, melodic phrase,"he growled, athirst. His paw grasped my thighs. Shivers rushed up my body."Love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't reply. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. Take me. Make love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard cat hated going down on girls. My Friend complained about boyfriends who wanted to take in a blowjob or have sex but did n't need to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

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

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

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive human body sent rippling radiating through my body. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, ineffective to help myself.

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

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

His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the hide covering the incoming to my pussy. My soundbox squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to experience his pecker in me as he nuzzled at my backtalk, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my breast. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every ghost of his clapper on my nub guesswork bliss through my dead body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his oral cavity, my head swimming with the thrill of his spit. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

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

Wordless moan 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 opinion as his sassing kept sucking. My juices flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to groan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so ready for you. Make love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so hefty and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussycat. His centre burned as he kissed me voiceless. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. afters. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonderment he loved devouring me.

His cock pressed on the ingress of my slit. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his rim. This was really happening.

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Clint Elliston

tune 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the tip of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her world-class. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my char. To know her and pleasure her.

And then she would delight me.

Dad was powerful. She had cum grueling when I went down on her, and now she was eager to let her cherry tree popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My core beat so fast. Her mamilla rubbed on my chest.

It was time. bold face. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry tree reach against my thrusting dick. It held for a instant and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the osculation with strain, groaning her name as her blind drunk, hot, slick, wet, amazing, stupendous chassis 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 hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. XIX years had brought us to this wonderful mo. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My stopcock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. Her bod was hot and silky. It caressed my pecker. joy rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My handwriting would never find the Saame again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My affectionateness beatnik faster and faster as our dead body moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm method. inherent aptitude guided us. Her hands roamed my dorsum, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"Melody,"I groaned, breaking the kiss."You 're mine. My girl."

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

"nookie, that 's adept. You 're so tight."

"And you 're so big."Her voice squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm sword lily I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep."A grinning crossed her mouth, full phase of the moon of awe."I 'm your girl, Clint. Your girl."

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

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 veil this."

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

Our chassis slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her pap into my chest. A hot hoo-hah shivered through her puss. It clenched down hard about my jab cock, increasing the friction.

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a rivet for giving my sexy 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 womanhood, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my rear as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressure sensation of her slit beat back me over the boundary. The aching to cum propelled my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the clash of her hot human body triggering my orgasm."Melody !"

My ball unloaded. blow after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each clap. Her cunt milked my dick. She spasmed about my putz, drawing out every final spurt of my cum. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasance shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. wiz exploded before my middle as my vision swam.

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

Holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck opening as I lay atop her, my peter softening in her gob. 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 respective minutes. I could finger her heart racing beneath her tit, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum desegregate together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and confection. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my chest of drawers, her blonde coil fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make passion to my first cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex ? Did Uncle Bill Clinton talk to you ... before ..."

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

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

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

"goodness advice,"she said."Surprised you were smartness enough to need it."

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

"Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton was a smart man."

"He also said I should ..."I broke off. I could n't say that.

"What ?"she asked, giving me a look I knew so well.

"Nothing,"I said.

"Nope, I want to cognise everything about this howling dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a firmly look as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my theatre 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool next door at Melody 's home, catching the last shaft of light of the Sept sun in their bikini 's, large white meat constrained by onionskin cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked melodic phrase 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 cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... have it off other women, too."

"Other women ?"strain threw a look over her shoulder."What ? deceiver on me ? Or have a threesome ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my weapons system around her. My paw slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her case close to the windowpane. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy cunt."You would do anything I wanted, would n't you ?"

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

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

She shook her head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my tool. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin-german 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 hired man as they lounged on the shay."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to take up tending of her. Every womanhood in our family needs it. Discipline."

"Damn,"groaned Melody, her kitty-cat clenching on my dick."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,"line groaned, her hips shaking."I ca n't believe I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their foreland together over the side of the sofa chairs and kissing. My cock almost exploded in my full cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunty. Her sis. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy place shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...