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

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair's-breadth dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she have it away it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't desire to spend it on figuring out sign of the zodiac, cosign, and tangent."

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

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a dismount clout on my shoulder."One fourth dimension. In the seventh score. That was ages ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

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

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

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

But we were in populace. It was one matter to be right friends with your nineteen-year-old, hoydenish cousin, it was another affair to hold her deal like she was your girl. I could n't avail staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a low, cute gibbosity, her lips pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't wear a good deal lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural stunner even when she wore loose T-shirt and comfy jeans.. She did n't wear the mean clothing like the other missy at our school, flaunting her consistency, wanting all the boys to calculate at her.

It was why we had been unspoilt friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both xix, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next doorway. I do n't know why our mothers, who were sis, decided to hold out side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with tonal pattern as a kid. She liked climbing tree diagram, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my near friend.

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

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing cousin. We made out every fortune we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were firstly full cousin. Our mothers were sis. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even to a greater extent of my best Quaker after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six month back, she was the sole one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my elder baby was just a twat, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. auntie Vicky, melodic line 's female parent, tried, but she just made it unsound, and my other cousin-german, Lee, was a holy terror as always.

But air was person I could talk to, contribution matter with. hellhole, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

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

"So, as the man, I have to take aid of you ?"I arched an brow."Pretty male chauvinist of you."

"I enjoy traditional sex roles when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her mouth. It was a deliberate, irksome lick.

My spunk beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our groundwork crunching on the foremost farewell of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we let to be first cousins ? If she was just the young lady following door, we would birth fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a damned Virgin.

"fine, I 'll make care of your lazy ass,"I said, a grin on my back talk, my tone light.

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

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

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

"But you already told me you would. No yield spinal column, Clinton Elliston the Third."

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

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

We reached our houses, the shade of the giant star chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, dark-green canopy covered most of my yard and a quarter of tune 's. My theatre was grey-haired with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three chronicle, my room in the garret. Aunt Vicky 's house was mahogany-red, only two storey, and smaller.

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

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

"fine,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief instant, 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 female child, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my jeans. And then my first cousin broke away for her star sign, 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 destruction hit Mom arduous. Everything was falling apart, and I was the solely one that seemed to care.

I entered the sign and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and strain were a year and a few month apart in age. aunt Vicky had popped them out with the defaulter asshole she used to appointment before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their father as more than"the spermatozoan donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a father they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you have food at your business firm ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a plastered pair of denim shorts and a hangman's rope top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the pile jiggling as she came down the steps, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my babe, but when she was built like a brick home, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry font, her backtalk dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the bragging tits in the menage. I know I loved strain, but, damn, my sis had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her hooey. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exhibit midsection tan and sleek.

"How was schoolhouse, spurt ?"she asked, ruffling my hair."Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework ?"

I scowled as I patted my dark fuzz back into place. 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 ground level behind her—a junior That did n't issue. She treated me like I was a bonk kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always dear to give a ton of preparation on the weekends. Had her finis year. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she produce such a slew making a piece of pledge ?"You see this doodly-squat ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean underdrawers molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any pantie furrow. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's pelvic arch swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a outstanding cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. tinker's dam."Ugh, Mom has n't gone market shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"rightfulness,"my sister said with satire, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me sportsmanlike up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other bridge player, texting while sipping at her grape vine juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated quite a little. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a expression of its lord. A clean star sign meant a man who was in cathexis, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made surely his children did their chores.

study.

And it was gone.

Mom 's hound clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business dame and blouse, her dyed-blonde hairsbreadth in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear lots war paint or did more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these Clarence Day. She dyed her hair's-breadth and kept it farsighted because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the get down cabinet beside the sump. I tried not to gaze at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

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

"You 're too run down to fudge any Night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner every Nox save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Taiwanese or hero 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.

"vaulting horse up, spirt,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to pick dinner party. Since you 're the man of the sign 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 feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you exploit at Dairy pansy dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to hold out at the store,"she said, snagging her handbag."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 week ago, she had gotten a job where her supporter, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her chicken feed as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The battlefront door opened a instant later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a Aythya americana with a big smile on her font and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash it, the glass would just stay on the damned counter all Nox. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was awake, he would spank Zoey no thing what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the studhorse,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a close, inadequate chick and thigh-high, heel kick. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the return."How you doing ?"

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

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

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by woman I could n't do anything with ? Sexy woman. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would wipe out me if I made a motility on her unspoilt protagonist. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mull over hair,"she purred, her voice growing husky."Makes them search ... dangerous."

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

Melody should wear out perfume.

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

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

She hooked my sis 's arm and the dyad strode out."Later, small fry,"called my sister.

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

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dish washer. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood stolon. Dad put hardwood trading floor throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. evidence them you 're handy, skilled. woman like knowing their men are handy. Keep them happy, and they 'll please you, son."

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

I reached the 2d trading floor hall and crossed it to the bean stairs. My little 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 methamphetamine absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

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

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

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

shit, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the step to the attic. My bedroom took up one-half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard boxes wax of Christmas decorations, old clothes, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the days. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping Classical Greek ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could put up up to my full-of-the-moon pinnacle in it. The walls were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a X or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my middle suddenly heavy.

I should take off on the prep. air would be here soon, but it had been a foresightful workweek, a long month.

A long serial publication of months.

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

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air Samuels

I pulled on the stiff 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 show my breast to him. And he could equal them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an commove heat through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one space our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to take sex with Clint. To make have a go at it to him. To have him as my low man. Our human relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were low gear cousins. I was practically his babe. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, Whitney Moore Young Jr. man, growing strong just like Uncle Clinton had been. Dark hairsbreadth, unsubtle shoulders, powerful figure, and that solid jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a pair of tighter denim to bear witness off my bend. I know he liked tight jeans. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight denim or shortstop, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his senior sister.

damn, why did my Charles Herbert Best friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could day of the month. We could ca-ca love. We could book workforce and osculation and hug and not wish 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 dearie, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my abdomen 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 youthful babe 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's way, her bed unmade, wearing apparel lying strewn across the floor, a frilly twosome of panty dangling from the edge of her desk. No medicine blared, so she was n't at place. It was Friday, which meant a date nighttime for most girls, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and auntie Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of ovalbumin wine-coloured in my aunt 's hand. A box of brassy wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

My mom glanced up and her supercilium 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 date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's nice,"auntie Cheryl said, her impertinence red. She lowered her boozing and pressed down on the faucet on the incline of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How long are you staying ?"

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner, look out some bad pic or something. I might even just wreck there."

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your first cousin sleep on the floor when you could just take the air next door,"Mom said.

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

I squirmed. It would be so soft for Clint and I to take 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 elbow room all Night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his way, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that view, my cheeks 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 casing soul became fishy of my tight top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine-coloured crank in Aunt Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the end rays of cheer by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. auntie Cheryl was drinking too a great deal wine-colored. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom 's sleeping room. Maybe we should throw an interference or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

"Well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too acute in here. I headed next doorway. I hoped Clint liked my armoured combat vehicle 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 set about."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not surely how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a dreaming.

We were in the kitchen. It was a deal, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."thing are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and Sister are not doing their constituent. What did I narrate you about a clear 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 melodic line ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"Melody. girlfriend 's had a calf love on you since you were tiddler. Everyone knows it. And about your jam on her."

"Everyone ?"My cheeks burned.

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

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

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

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

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. adult female love it when you go down on them. You make a fair sex cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her arsehole. Be firm, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to proceed a strong discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your baby. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the home fall to denounce. You all understood your job and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

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

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

"Never said they were. But they like a inviolable man. The respond to it. Show strength, and the women will want to please you, your female parent included."

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

"Your female parent could use a toilsome fucking."Dad gave me a good spirit."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was strong for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your Sister. And your cousins.

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

"So you want me to fuck all the women in my life,"I said, rolling my eye."And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too."

"Another lady friend in motivation of a man to sustain her in line of descent,"Dad agreed."glad you understand. Make me lofty, Son."

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

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled affair, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulder, the slender material was stretchy and clung to her torso and titmouse and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my peter throbbing harder. She had two strong tit pointing right at me.

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

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

Strength ... sureness ...

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

air gasped. I cut off her word when I seized her jeans by the belt loop-the-loop and pulled her stopping point to my bed. Her breast bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her belted ammunition grommet, my mitt sliding around to spellbind her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

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

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

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

"Yes."

My paw moved up and pulled her head word down. Our oral cavity met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and cyprian at the Saame time. I groaned, kissing my first cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could feel her mamilla against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But strain ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the rut of her mouth, her body. 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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tonal pattern Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with stalk, his hands potent as they squeezed my ass through my blue jean. My mammilla tingled as they rubbed against my storage tank top, pressing into his powerful chest. And his cock ...

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 positive. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my swath loops. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a aphrodisiacal stud.

And then his manus moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my storage tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my foreland and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were Thomas Kid. I was prostrate back then.

No longer.

"damn, melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, round breast. His finger slid across my depart tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, centre locked on my concentrated nipple."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I did n't tog 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 back talk latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the acute, tingling Rush radiating from my white meat. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid hotness simmering in my pussycat 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

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

His gumshoe was so concentrated beneath me. So compact. Was he bigger than the ordinary guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny shiver of fear guess 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 raw cutis, radiating the absorbed body heat energy from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hired hand shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his breast ripple, a fine down of black hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his mamilla, the Lapplander dusky tone as mine, but far, far lowly. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his mamilla. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.

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

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

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

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

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

Incest.

My blue jean popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedchamber floor. I was down to wearing only my black panty. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of niggling fix made a mettle in the front, my blonde pubic hair's-breadth peeking through.

"red cent, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the highschool cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his digit were already pulling down the waistband.

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

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

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his finger. It looked like such a minor scrap of cloth in his handwriting. I lowered my legs 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 flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I could n't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me palpate so womanly. I was n't a miss any longer.

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

The magic spell my slit had cast on him broke. He moved, digit fumbling, ripping open denim, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my tour to gaze enraptured at the hatful of my low gear survive dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a snarl of shadow Robert Floyd Curl Jr., leaden egg dangling beneath. The tip was ping, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the daughter at school called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make sleep together to me.

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

"beloved you, melodic phrase,"he growled, hungry. His custody 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 word down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. Take me. cause love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guy hated going down on girls. My friends complained about fellow who wanted to meet a cock sucking or have sex but did n't require to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

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

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

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

This was amazing. masturbation paled. His tongue was howling. The rough feel of his back talk against my spiritualist flesh sent ripples radiating through my body. I buzzed with exhilaration, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

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

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

I bucked as he found my clit."Yes, yes, Clint, in good order there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub shot bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the thrill of his clapper. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasance swelled.

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

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

Wordless moans sang from my sassing. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my heart shut. pleasance danced across my mentation as his backtalk kept sucking. My juices 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. reach 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 pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweetness and delicious.

No marvel he loved devouring me.

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

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Clint Elliston

Melody 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my shaft. I felt her cherry red pressing on the crown of my tool. She was a Virgo. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To have it off her and pleasance her.

And then she would delight me.

Dad was mighty. She had cum concentrated when I went down on her, and now she was tidal bore to have her cerise popped. She wanted me to gain honey to her. My heart measure so fast. Her tit rubbed on my chest.

It was time. boldface. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry tree stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her hymen and plunged into virtuous territory. I broke the candy kiss with tonal pattern, groaning her name as her tight, hot, sleek, wet, awesome, stupendous chassis engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my rosehip. Her organic structure undulated beneath me. I savored the tactile property of her. xix eld had brought us to this wonderful moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her slit. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my hawkshaw. delight rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the like again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My warmheartedness beat faster and faster as our soundbox moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. inherent aptitude guided us. Her work force roamed my vertebral column, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

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

"And you 're so big."Her vocalisation squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm glad I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this dick. I feel you in me so deep."A grin crossed her sass, full of awe."I 'm your female child, Clint. Your girl."

Hearing my full cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her anatomy. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was grand. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the More and more I wanted to cum. The more than it had to detonate out of me and into her. Was she on birth dominance ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

Our shape slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my breast. A hot kerfuffle shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my jab rooster, increasing the friction.

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud poker 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 woman, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressing of her kitty repel me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my pelvis. There was no stopping me now. I would set off in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the detrition of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm."tune !"

My balls unloaded. clap after blast of cum shaft into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my tool, drawing out every last-place jet of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. sensation exploded before my eyes as my vision swam.

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

property her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juice 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. beloved you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for respective min. I could feel her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet patch soaked into my bed. Our cum motley together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweetness. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my chest, her blond curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to induce love to my cousin over and over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uncle Clinton was a hurt man."

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

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

"Nothing,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a laborious look as I stood up into the dormer windowpane and peered out it. I could see my theater 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool next door at line 's house, catching the live rays of the Sep sun in their bikini 's, expectant white meat constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine."Looking out the windowpane 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 turncock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully put up."He told me ... I should ... fuck early woman, too."

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

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a match in her voice."You would stimulate a leash with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my weapon around her. My hands slid up her belly, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. 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 headspring as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my stopcock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

"Uh-huh, ? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took auntie Vicky 's helping hand as they lounged on the daybed."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a unattackable man to engage caution of her. Every cleaning woman in our family needs it. Discipline."

"darn,"groaned tonal pattern, 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,"tune 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 heads together over the side of the waiting room death chair and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's catch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nil sisterly about the kiss.

"holy place shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...