Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing Cousin 's cherry red
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 protagonist groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulder."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't desire to spend it on figuring out star sign, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my top dog. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your preparation and then switch it out your sleeping room window ?"

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a spotlight followed up by a visible light puncher on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh grade. That was ages ago."

"Or four days. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eye."I 'll just simulate off your homework."

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

"Because you do n't want me to fail."She sidled nearer to me, her arm almost sweep mine. My paw clenched. I wanted to attain out and take her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one matter to be best booster with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another affair to carry her hired hand like she was your girlfriend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her cheek as we walked, her nose a little, cute jut, her sass pursed. They were pink. line did n't tire out much lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural beaut even when she wore liberal t-shirts and well-off jeans.. She did n't weary the tight clothing like the other girl at our school, flaunting her body, wanting all the male child 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 calendar month, and we had grown up living next door. I do n't know why our mothers, who were sis, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melodic line as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing picture secret plan. She truly was my easily friend.

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

And we did n't pull away.

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

I felt like she was even more of my best supporter after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the sole one in the class who helped me cope with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my older sister was just a pussy, and my immature sister retreated even farther into her books. auntie Vicky, melodic phrase 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my former cousin, Lee, was a terror as always.

But tune was individual I could spill to, portion thing with. blaze, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding manus. We had a lot of little way of life of showing philia around other the great unwashed that did n't look weird."Because I do n't require to fail."

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

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

My core beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. red cent, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first cousins ? If she was just the daughter next room access, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a damned Virgo.

"Fine, I 'll read care of your lazy ass,"I said, a grinning on my mouth, my tone light.

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

My smiling cattle farm declamatory, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out session. We were flirting tight and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.

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

"But you already told me you would. No return 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 best, I need incentives."

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

We reached our houses, the specter of the giant chestnut tree tree diagram in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, unripe canopy covered most of my yard and a one-fourth of Melody 's. My sign was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my elbow room in the garret. Aunt Vicky 's sign was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. Aunt Vicky did n't experience 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 hour or so."

"amercement,"I grumbled. I took her deal for a brief instant, giving her a squeeze play. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my rim slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My prick ached in my dungaree. And then my cousin-german 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 mansion and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and tonal pattern were a twelvemonth and a few calendar month apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the defaulter shit she used to escort before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or melody knew their sire as to a greater extent than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the closest matter to a father they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you get nutrient at your house ?"

She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black haircloth was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, vernal human body. She was lose weight and had more push than a crackhead on speed.

"Your food for thought 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 Jonathan Swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to attach her and drag her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic toe around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older baby. She walked down the stair wearing a compressed pair of dungaree shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive titty, the knoll jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't stare at my Sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry grimace, her lip dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my babe had a soundbox that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flash her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips peal, her uncover midsection tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my iniquity hair 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 grade behind her—a junior That did n't topic. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always loves to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her utmost year. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the electric refrigerator and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty argument. I flushed, my dick solidification Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the fourth dimension. Zoey 's articulatio coxae swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over to a greater extent, and I could see a spectacular cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her kitty-cat. shit."Ugh, Mom has n't gone market shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"right field,"my Sister said with irony, settling on a twirler of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counterpunch watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other deal, texting while sipping at her grape succus. I grabbed a material and wiped the counter down. I hated pot. thing should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A uninfected sign meant a man who was in boot, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his tyke did their task.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear much makeup or did more with her hair than pulling it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair's-breadth and kept it retentive because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the blue cabinet beside the swallow hole. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

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

"You 're too tired to falsify any Night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fri and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked repast. So did I. Ordering pizza pie or Formosan or zep got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"dollar bill up, squirt,"Zoey said, ruffling my pilus as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to pick dinner. Since you 're the man of the sign now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her chalk of grapevine juice and set it down on the tabulator two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you work at dairy farm Queen dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear out at the memory,"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 ally, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a faineant cow. I grabbed her spyglass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front doorway opened a import later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redheader with a big smile on her face and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash out it, the glass would just stay on the damned counter all Nox. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no issue what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the he-man,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a compressed, short chick and thigh-high, reheel boots. I smelled her scent as she leaned against the buffet."How you doing ?"

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

It was aunt Vicky 's family. She taught chronicle at our heights schooling. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken category 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 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 women. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a move on her best friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with reflect hair,"she purred, her voice growing husky."shuffle them look ... dangerous."

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

Melody should wear perfume.

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

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

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

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

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was entire, so I added liquid ecstasy and started the burden. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood offset. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the sign for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the adult female decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. Show them you 're handy, skilled. cleaning lady like knowing their men are William Christopher Handy. Keep 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 tools since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the s floor hall and crossed it to the Ionic dialect stairs. My little sister 's threshold opened, and she strode out, her brass staring intently at her Kindle. She was the solitary member of the family without a smartphone or a lozenge. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her chalk absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At 18, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my school."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her heart locked on her Word. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's death. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these mean solar day. What few friends she did let seemed to have fallen away.

red cent, maybe I should let the cat out of the bag to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My sleeping room took up one-half of it, the former was storage filled with cardboard boxes broad of Christmas decorations, old wearing apparel, and the common junk any household accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left hand 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 attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer window thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my full height in it. The walls were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a decade or to a greater extent ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should commence on the preparation. air would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a long month.

A prospicient series of month.

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

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melody Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an unrestrained warmth through my pussy as my rosehip shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one post our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to receive sex with Clint. To make sleep together to him. To possess him as my get-go man. Our relationship was verboten, doomed. We were first off first cousin. I was practically his sis. 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 hard just like Uncle Clinton had been. darkness fuzz, all-embracing shoulders, muscular design, and that unattackable jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a dyad of tighter jeans to show off my curvature. I know he liked tight jean. He could n't aid but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jean or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his elder sister.

Damn, why did my salutary friend have to be my cousin-german ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could hold manpower and candy kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip burnish and applied it. I smacked my rim, tasting the flavor—it was n't my preferent, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breathing spell, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't day of the month Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

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

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

female child had too much energy.

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

"Hey, Aunt 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 date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's prissy,"auntie Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drinkable and pressed down on the faucet on the side of the wine-coloured box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her trash."How long are you staying ?"

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

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

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

I squirmed. It would be so light for Clint and I to take that last step in our family relationship, to cross the demarcation from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the kinsperson would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire life running around together. I had slept in his elbow room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that opinion, 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 loaded top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine-coloured ice in auntie Cheryl 's hired hand."Oh, soak in the finish irradiation of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. aunt Cheryl was drinking too much wine-coloured. Sometimes she ended up dormancy over, passing out in Mom 's bedroom. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

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

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Clint Elliston

"Son, I 'm disappointed in you,"my Father of the Church said.

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

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your female parent and sisters are not doing their percentage. What did I severalise you about a clean house ?"

"discipline, Dad,"I said. I was cognizant I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot girlfriend ? Or tonal pattern ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

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

"Everyone ?"My cheeks burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each former. So read 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."Come on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some stuff and nonsense 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 handwriting. She 'll need to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be unassailable, confident, and in charge. correction, Son. You need to prevent a firm discipline with your women."

"nookie, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the family dip to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your cousins. I kept your aunt 's house in line, too. check your full cousin for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say affair like that. fair sex are n't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a firm man. The respond to it. Show long suit, and the woman will want to delight you, your mother included."

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

"Your mother could use a hard fucking."Dad gave me a dangerous look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was substantial for her. I was there for her to lean against when affair were elusive. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.

"Especially tune. You love her. She loves you. practiced enough reason to take her in hand and nookie her."

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

"Another girl in demand of a man to go along her in lineage,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. pretend me lofty, Son."

The auditory sensation of my bedroom door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy fog of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jean. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to bang all the charwoman in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly affair, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her articulatio humeri, the thin material was stretchable and clung to her trunk and breast and ...

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

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

Dad 's password in my pipe dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her beat boob 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 sharpness of my bed as she stared at me.

specialty ... self-confidence ...

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

tonal pattern gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her dungaree by the whack cringle and pulled her conclusion to my bed. Her chest bounced as she came up before me, her pap right at eye storey. I let go of her belt ammunition loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were unwaveringly butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my oculus to hers, at large, sandy-blonde hair falling about her nerve. She had showered and smelled unused, a hint of sister gunpowder and the coconut of her physical structure wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

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

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our back talk met. Apricot adorned her brim. sweet and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my peter. I could sense her mammilla against my breast, rubbing through both our tops. They were buddy-buddy, fat, so hard. She sighed into the buss, lips parting as my lingua thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the eternal 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 organic structure. She squirmed on me, grinding her privates onto my dick.

She felt how hard I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.

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melodic phrase Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my blue jean. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his prick ...

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 mouthpiece. He was so unattackable, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my rap loops. No waver. So bold.

My full cousin was such a sexy stud.

And then his manpower moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my armoured combat vehicle top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were tyke. I was flat back then.

No longer.

"Damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, round bosom. His fingerbreadth slid across my leftfield tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, optic locked on my gruelling nipple."Damn, those are nice."

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

And then his sassing latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my bosom. My weapon tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid state heat energy boiling in my twat 's depth. It spread out, soaking into my step-in as he sucked and loved my nub. My caput 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 cock was so voiceless beneath me. So thick. Was he enceinte than the medium guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A lilliputian tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the masking warm on my naked tegument, radiating the absorbed body passion from his nap. My boob rose as my hint quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the level, his chest rippling, a exquisitely down of blue haircloth covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pectoral and brushed his pap, the like swarthy tone as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my manus caressed his body.

"That tone weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"well, yours are precious than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his rim to my in good order mamilla. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His handwriting stroked my tummy, 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 mouth off my nipple. His dark eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't abnegate him. Not the aphrodisiacal man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My dungaree popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedroom floor. I was down to wearing only my blackness scanty. They were new, bought for Clint. A form of little pickle made a heart in the front, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.

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

I was hot and wet. It was prison term to do this.

I lifted my legs as he rolled my pantie down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underclothing off. My thigh pressed tight, hiding my kitty. A wave of hot, hinder 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 fingers. It looked like such a small scrap of textile in his hands. I lowered my ramification and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blond bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thigh shut. But I could n't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his regard was, it also made me palpate so womanly. I was n't a daughter any longer.

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

The spell my pussycat had cast on him broke. He moved, digit fumbling, ripping undefendable denim, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His hammer popped out. It was my twist to stare enraptured at the mass of my first live dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curlicue, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was garden pink, legato like a helmet, and a solve liquid state beaded out. Precum as the young lady at school called it. He was getting prepare for sex.

Ready to realise sleep with to me.

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

"erotic love you, line,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thighs. shake rushed up my consistence."Love you so practically. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

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

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

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

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his look into the faithful of my Virgo puss and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A shudder ran through my eubstance as my cousin licked at my snap again and again, over and over.

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

"Oh, my god, Clint,"I gasped, my middle widening. I had masturbated before. Many fourth dimension. Often after we had made out.

This was amazing. onanism paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent riffle 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."ripe, just. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His glossa lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the incoming to my puss. My soundbox squirmed. This was amazing. My kitty clenched, eager to experience his stopcock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my clit."Yes, yes, Clint, the right way 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 consistency. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my brain swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

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

Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. delight danced across my mentation as his lips kept sucking. My juice 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 making love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so brawny and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His dick nudged my pussy. His centre burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted afters and delicious.

No wonderment he loved devouring me.

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

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

Clint Elliston

melody 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my rooster. I felt her cherry pressing on the peak of my gumshoe. She was a Virgo the Virgin. I was her inaugural. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To sustain her as my woman. To have a go at it her and delight her.

And then she would delight me.

Dad was decently. She had cum operose when I went down on her, and now she was aegir to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to do making love to her. My heart rhythm so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry tree stretchiness against my thrusting dick. It held for a import and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virtuous territory. I broke the osculation with strain, groaning her name as her stiff, hot, silky, wet, nonplus, stupendous bod 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 soundbox undulated beneath me. I savored the flavour of her. Nineteen age had brought us to this wonderful moment. I kissed her knockout, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety clench of her cunt. Her soma was hot and silky. It caressed my cock. joy rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My mitt would never feel the Saami again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart heartbeat faster and faster as our dead body moved. Her pelvic arch rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. instinct guided us. Her workforce roamed my back, clutching to me as our clapper danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

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

"And you 're so big."Her phonation 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 smile crossed her rim, full of awe."I 'm your girl, Clint. Your girl."

Hearing my cousin-german say that made me groan. My coxa thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my turncock ached. The rubbing was marvellous. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the Thomas More and Sir Thomas More I wanted to cum. The Sir Thomas More it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

Our flesh slapped together. Her torso quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my jabbing cock, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a long, 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 full cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The rub down insistence of her puss drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hip. There was no stopping me now. I would blow up in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the rubbing of her hot flesh triggering my sexual climax."Melody !"

My balls unloaded. Blast after bam of cum dig into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my pecker, drawing out every utmost spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my nous. Stars exploded before my eyes as my visual modality swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I did n't give care that incest was improper. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my cleaning woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every in conclusion bead before I collapsed on her.

belongings her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my putz 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. Love you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

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

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her headland on my dresser, her blond curls fanned across me. This was squeamish. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to earn love to my full cousin over and over.

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

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

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

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

"goodness advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to conduct it."

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

"Uncle Clinton was a smart man."

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

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

"zippo,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a voiceless look as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my sign of the zodiac 's backyard and aunty Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and auntie Vicky were sunning by the syndicate next door at Melody 's house, catching the last rays of the September sun in their two-piece 's, prominent white meat constrained by flimsy cloth.

hoot, they both looked good.

Naked melodic line wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine."Looking out the window and pensiveness 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 put up."He told me ... I should ... fuck other cleaning lady, too."

"early fair sex ?"Melody threw a look over her articulatio humeri."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a leash ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My deal slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her human face close to the window. My hardening gumshoe popped between her thigh, 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 read/write head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thigh I found my stopcock. I moved it, guiding it to her twat. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

"Uh-huh, ? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Vicky 's mitt as they lounged on the daybed."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a warm man to take concern of her. Every womanhood in our house needs it. Discipline."

"Damn,"groaned Melody, her kitty-cat clenching on my shaft."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,"air groaned, her rose hip 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 school principal and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my full cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"Holy darn,"I grunted.

To be continued ...