Mind-Control scanty

Story Two : bratwurst 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to carom for beta reading this !

There was nothing special about the department computer memory. It was like a 1000 others in its chain. A massive, International network of box stores that sold everything you could want or guess. From cookware to bedding to play, almost everything could be found here.

The physical body moving through the computer storage appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a quieten grace, nodding at the former shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the distich of step-in clutched in the trope 's hand. They were a pale pink, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery letter across the arse. Any female child who wore them and flashed them would open a dazzle presentation of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the vesture section frequented by college missy. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all shapes and dash and designs. With a casual flick of the wrist, the Bratty scanty landed with the others. There to look a certain someone.

Anna Carter, 18, was shopping with her sire and two former buddy. Her shoulder duration, brown hair was held back from her grimace by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure turnout compared to her peers, a night blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and plump sass over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her Father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was tall and hefty, his nose big. A trait both his sons, kink and Saint John, possessed.

"Just messing around with lav, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grin on his face.

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker slug ?"

hayrick grinned."God, if I thought you were cunt, I would n't have given you a sexual love tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tips of her capitulum burning. She obviously looked stymie by her crony 's actions. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to clean up a few things."

Her father, a widowman, flicked his gaze to the wear section. At the muckle of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, amercement, just meet us in the sporting trade good section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her school principal and slipped out into the article of clothing section.

She needed a few new duo of pantie. naught extravagant. She preferred the cheap kind, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the girlfriend at her college liked to have on. Perhaps it was the gold glitter on the word Bratty that drew her care, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth so specialize that Anna could n't understand how it could insure anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panties and touched the cotton/polyester portmanteau. The word Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so malcontent. Something that a bad daughter would wear.

Not a good daughter like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't make out what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ears burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a rack holding ten packs of bum step-in and snagged the firstly one she could. She buried the Bratty distich beneath the pack, clutching it tight, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping tripper, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to remark that the auto did n't beep nor that a price did n't bear witness up on the silver screen as the bank clerk placed it in a bag with the balance of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her father would attain her purchase.

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Anna Jimmy Carter

Two workweek later, I was still terrified that my father would bump that certain duad of panties tucked in the rear of my drawer. It was buried amid drogue and bras, but was also the conclusion brace of fairly pantie I had. I 'd worn every pair of clean panty I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and bacon I made before my Father, my tum squirming.

His Brown University eyes flicking up and down me. Did he have intercourse ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a immediate candy kiss on the nerve before I hurried over and set down photographic plate before my Brother. kink 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to take my own derriere when John went to smell hayrick. john 's hand flew out, striking the crank of Orange River juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the super C, plastic cup flying right at me. A few cliff of orange succus led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my doll right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my dame to my scanty. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the coldness bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could feel my endure pair of unclouded scanty absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle brother."flavor what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"whoremonger muttered.

"Do n't rationalise to me ! Apologize to your shucks baby !"

John looked at me, his face picket."Sorry, Anna, I did n't have in mind to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a ill-chosen spaz, you—"hayrick started to say.

Though he was sr. than John, he was gaining on kink in sizing. Snarling, John the Evangelist threw a hard clout at crick, forcing my older brother to tend back and deflect the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to emphasise his words."That 's it ! You 've both had plenty breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered rick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting shite about me on Facebook,"whoremonger muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish smell before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his vocalisation letting down,"go upstairs and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm no-count, hope that didn't stain your dame. If it did, I 'll make believe them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to make to put on those panties, but these ones were soaked with orange tree succus. Going without panties was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the animation way. I reached the stairs, my buddy moving around above.

I swallowed, my panties wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy step-in rubbed against me. tears were beading in my optic. Why did Rick and John have to be so stand for to each former ? Why could n't they just be decent ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such terror.

Now I had to wear thin those step-in. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all recollective. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened ? What if John the Evangelist thought it would be funny to yank down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few long time, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the man. Knowing my fortune, he would do it to me today.

My brass burned just thinking about those embarrassing, gold alphabetic character being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sense to me. They were so blue. I liked plain, reasonable pantie. Not the type that you wore so boys could see them.

I reached the second floor and took a few stride to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a lock on it. I wanted to just enshroud in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd induce to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chore. I really, really needed to do my washables, so I could get some panties that were strip Then I could take the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orangeness grime across the front end of my plain, Patrick White panties. I dropped my skirt in my wearing apparel shackle and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a clean plot of ground, and wiped at my brown scrub. I got the final stage of the juice out of my tomentum then threw my panty into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange tree stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender signifier. My hair flew about my facial expression, leaving it a tousled mickle. I would birth to comb it again. It was such an untamable head of hair today.

"darn that St. John the Apostle,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty clothes as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my vision. There was a single grease on my bra. An orange defect on the egg white framework. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could split in. I darted to my dresser, my little breasts quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the pile of socks and bandeau shoved into the niche, hiding my naughty mystery. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the face. I unveiled the step-in lying there, some of the glittery missive seeable. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a foreign quiver as I grabbed the panties. An excitement ran across my skin, my little nipples hardening as it raced down past times my breasts to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my cheeks burn bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the pantie, unveiling those glittering letters to my center. Bratty. I was the exact opposition. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing dada was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my justly substructure through the leg hole. Another surge of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left foot through the other hole and yanked the panties so fast up my ramification my breasts bounced. I wiggled my hips, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The rubber band band snapped around my shank. I could feel the spicy letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As pappa reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky step-in, my titty jiggling. They were cute, lilliputian titties. perfect cone cell topped by pinko nipples. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the risque smell that flowed through me. My grinning broadened as I heard dad reach the top of the stairs. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to present it and said in a cheerful part,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him intermission, the floor creak. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the doorway, and thrust his heading in."Did you need anyt ..."

His Holy Writ trailed off as he stared at my budding, vernal breast. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.

I let him stare for one terrific secondment. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"incubate"my titty, my work force not hiding my mamilla at all."Get out of here ! I 'm raw ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his school principal back, slamming my door shut so difficult the entire business firm trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so no-account, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so arduous not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard daddy shifting on his infantry outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake scandalisation, my finger tugging hard on my mamilla. My cunt clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sad,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laughter. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my kitty-cat nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

humming, I sauntered to my vanity, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my bloomers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. infantile. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had wearing apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was faulty with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more big top to the storey. Through the thin wall, I heard the bound of John Lackland 's bed creak. I smiled, hearing the shift. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five baby. I squirmed, naughty thought making my kitty wetter and wetter.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old T-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was lilliputian. It would model to my body and hug my business firm, minuscule knocker. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to rend it over me, feeling the textile stretching around my torso. I gasped when it crossed my pap, stimulating my footling buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panty absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my buns, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panty flashing in my sales booth mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my short tit. My mamilla poked hard against the fabric. It was so unretentive, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my blood brother 's chamber groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his sound, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my hindquarters, imagining Dad or Rick or Gospel According to John watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of shorts that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two days. I could narrate they would be tight.

The bed bounce creaked louder, the rhythmical smacking echoing.

I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my rose hip wiggling from side to English. My little titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the short pants higher and gamy. I groaned as I slid the tight framework up over my rump. I sucked in a cryptical breathing space, struggling to tighten them closed. Do n't get me faulty, I was n't fat. I had a matted, tight tum. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to draw the holdfast together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, get out up the zip fastener nigh of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so racy especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the paries, I could learn John really going to town on his prick. He was spanking his monkey like the second coming was about to happen, and he wanted one survive cum before Jesus the Nazarene arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled Orange River succus all over me.

I crept to my doorway, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No narrow escape from the hinges. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hall. I heard the rain shower going, guessing hayrick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a watchword, he hurried past me, looking square ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little titties bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a ignominy. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited exterior of Saint John 's sleeping accommodation, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew larger and larger. I grabbed the door handgrip, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my entire trunk quiver. Tingles raced from my step-in, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.

I wrenched open the threshold, jumped inside his sleeping room, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to exhibit his flat tummy and his hand stroking his prick, kicked his branch as he struggled to cover himself."dickhead !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull up his blanket over his cock. His face turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

"What the ass !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go dim ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking bitch !"

I gasped in mock blow."I 'm gon na say pa you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your minuscule pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the way and closed the door. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might suffer hated that skirt, and he 'd soaked my unflattering panties, but he had no right to compensate me in Orange juice.

It was metre to get back at my older chum for provoking John. My little pussycat tingled as I approached the bathroom room access. The shower hissed. Our theater was old. It lacked locks on any of the doorway, even the lav. My brother had used that to their vantage many clip to extract pranks on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's brass hold ever so slowly. I cracked the room access unfold, the sound of my brother, hayrick, showering grew louder. water system sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the threshold unfastened just a little farther. I could see him as a phantasm through the charge card curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth muscle. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his wearing apparel and towel in my greedy hands. The exhibitor mantle ripped capable, and there was my blood brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair's-breadth, his shaft swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Edward Thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his apparel and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking piddling brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard crick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stair. My feet drummed a debauched metre as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

wrick stumbled after me.

I threw a looking over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to get over his dick with one hand as he charged down the stair, his free hand sliding down the banister."gift me back my wearing apparel, you fucking bratwurst !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few steps and landed on the get-go level. I darted to my right hand, heading into the livelihood room. I could hear Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud clangor. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his brass twisted in anger until he saw me. muddiness flicked across his construction as I clutched haystack 's wearable and towel to my chest.

"pappa, Daddy !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."crick is chasing me defenseless !"

Rick outburst into the living room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving crick a gleeful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. craze soared across my oldest brother 's face as I snuggled up tight against Daddy 's potent chest. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thinly fabric of my tee shirt, I felt how strong dad was.

"What the fucking, wrick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my honest-to-goodness brother.

"That little bit ... She stole my apparel, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to shoot into the lavatory to get something, and then rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't have intercourse what to do, so I just grabbed his apparel out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting severe before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her lingua at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on use ?"I asked, rubbing against pappa. I could finger his cock swelling hard. It made my pussycat so wet in my gamy panties.

toilet entered the living room."Dad, she burst into my room to make fun of me !"John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, daddy,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could adopt a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on purpose !"bathroom snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."pappa, I would n't be a footling brat. I 'm your sound girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his oculus hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His optic flicked up and down my soundbox, staring at the jersey molded to my little bosom and the open fly of my short that let my pinko panties peek out. My shortstop hugged my crotch, my branch lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, little brat !"growled John.

"Yeah,"crick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My optic widened.

daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find out the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orangeness juice. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. rick in the shower, and John in his bedroom."

"And ?"daddy grunted."They 're young me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little brat,"Daddy said, this unsafe glint in his sorry center."You know how bratwurst are treated."

I shook my promontory and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the couch, his hand holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the sofa, shoving my case down into the cushion."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my close trunks, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, Au alphabetic character printed across my mean ass. My twat grew hotter. Wetter. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"fountainhead, well, well,"pop said."somebody is a piffling holy terror, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as pop yanked down my panties, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on exhibit. They could see that my bush was soaked by my succus. My tight hind end clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the penalization to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to demesne. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help oneself the little wiggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my substantial daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my give butt-cheek. My rear end clenched against the heat. The wicked injury soared through me, my back arching while my purulent drank in the sentiency. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This terrific, naughty delight. I could n't consider how lots it made my virginal cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"wrick hollered."Whoop the little little terror !"

thunder !

I gasped as the arcsecond spank landed on my correct butt-cheek. Both slope of my arse burned, the heat melting through me. I could experience my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heating plant fanned my lust.

smooch !

"You 've been a footling holy terror all aurora,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into whoremonger 's room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my turncock, did n't you, you little brat ?"John growled.

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my twat. pop was so solid. So muscular. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, little brat.

SMACK !

"I bet you want to snarf a peep at my turncock, too, did n't you ?"rick tiff."Huh, you little brat ?"

smacking !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my rump. pa 's hired hand was so big. He covered so much of my posterior in a single blow. It was unbelievable. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my oculus. The agony was about to consume me.

"I thought so,"Rick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his hard rooster."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

hell dust !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's peter like a naughty, footling slovenly woman,"pop growled.

hell dust !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little working girl ?"lavatory asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a expert adequate look when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The painfulness swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into cristal. My virginal slit clenched, my juices overflowing my bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this tactile property so mystify ?

Because I was a brat ? A trivial hussy ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our comrade 's. trick 's hand pumped up and down his barb, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my oculus flicking from one chum 's rooster to the early. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgo cunny clenching.

sapidity !

"What a minuscule shag bawd !"pappa growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those titties at me, did n't you ?"

nip !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To do you intemperate by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me erect. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His early manus seized the hem of my too tight tee shirt. He yanked it up my consistency so tough I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my mamilla, sending throbbing joy racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin puss. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my soundbox. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titties on showing for both my blood brother to enjoy.

"Damn,"wrick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

"You have to lie with the little trollop, Dad,"St. John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"Brats always want to get fucked by their daddies,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His belt warp rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big putz. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to satiate him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his prick into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a flash of annoyance. My oculus bulged as his dick slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrust. No taking his metre. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy pussycat clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my rump. hurting flared through me. This fantastic, aching, yummy wizard rippled from my larrup ass to my cunt. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brownish haircloth spilling about my human face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"crick cheered."Fuck the lilliputian slut !"

"Pound that little little terror 's cunt !"John said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy pound me.

"This is what you get for being a teasing, little loose woman ! !"pop growled as he thrust his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasure rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around pa 's dick. My juicy physical body gripped him, savoring the hot clash. What painfulness I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky build. He gave me such ecstasy. Such wondrous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to feel this. I was finally getting fucked like the little woman of the street I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the driving force as I lay set over. His fork smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare pass of pain sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around papa 's turncock. I gripped him, reveling in every strong thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little woman of the street,"lavatory groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"crick panted, the muscles of his breast wavelet as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, pappa is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my optic squeezing shut as a gaga wave of seventh heaven flooded through me. A trailer for something amazing to arrive. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your cock, dad ! I want to cum like the little, bratty slut I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting hard.

fasting.

His glob smacked into my little clit. discharge burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little pane of ignitor danced before my eyes as the joy built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me skinny and closer to that tremendous, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My starting time orgasm would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussycat squeeze so tight around Daddy 's plunging hawkshaw. So huge. He stretched my petty cunny to its demarcation. His beam of light gave me so much rapture in the procedure. I groaned and gasped, my articulatio coxae wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The press built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my dentition, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain merge with the surging delight. His stopcock churned my little cunny to a foam. The pressing of my coming reached a feverous pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My kitty-cat convulsed around his dick. My tight, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His handwriting gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after Wave of joy swept through my physical structure. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a nookie tart !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so grueling around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, slut !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"Rick growled."springiness that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty cunt !"whoremaster groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, Daddy !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat concentrated. He churned me up. This howling, uncivilized oestrus swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my oculus fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in saturated transport. My petty cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my howling material body writhed about him. My coming kept going and going.

It would n't die because daddy 's hammer kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my soundbox. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his peter into the deepness of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipple hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasance shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my astuteness."You 're such a fucking lady of pleasure, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my kitty, Daddy !"I howled, my small cunny spasming around his dick. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my centre fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."Fuck her ass so knockout. I want to break in her arse !"

"No, Dad, let me have it away her up the ass !"groaned John, fisting his cock.

"Let them have a go at it me up the ass !"I howled as my orgasm climbed to such high peaks.

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, little loose woman, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, brattish slut."

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy second, John."

"nooky it, I still get to feel her sozzled puss !"whoremaster growled.

"So fucking tight,"daddy groaned as he ripped his shaft out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored daddy 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't believe this had happened. That this furious, wicked joy had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic heights. My showtime coming was amazing. It was the unspoilt. I wanted to keep being a holy terror. I wanted to fuck my pappa and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"dada panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the lilliputian sporting lady 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest brother said and darted away.

John grinned at me, gripping his peter."You 're going to come for a ride on my cock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my head, panting. More of Daddy 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

lav stretched out on the bread and butter way floor and held his stopcock up. rick came from the bathroom a import later, slathering his pecker in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my picayune motherfucker prickling. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my correction. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to replete my naughty hollow. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled trick with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting prick. More and more of papa 's cum leaked out of my mar pussy, running hot down my second joint. trick grinned at me with such luxuria in his eyes. He wanted me. My beat white meat, my pink nipples, my mean cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my kitty brushed the tip of my sidekick 's pecker. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his spear. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his tool 's tip. My labia cattle farm over his cinch. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my circle breast. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a little whore like me should be treated.

"warp up and savor the ride,"I purred, squeezing my pussy around his dick.

Rick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"trade good !"I moaned, sliding up and down Saint John the Apostle 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the delight rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His hands tightened on my titties while my clit fall upon his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned, feeling him skid his thick crown down between my offer, searching for my naughty, virgin asshole. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"fucking my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

"Hell, yes !"he growled and squeeze forward.

Like my cerise before, my asshole stood no probability. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal band widening to take back his hard shaft. He rammed into the depths of my velvety intestine, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down Saint John 's stopcock. I had both my big crony in me. Both their cocks filled my plastered holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in delight. I savored every moment of this.

My hips rose, my pussy and asshole sliding up both their prick. I gripped them, savoring the treble aesthesis. The silky delight aching in my kitty-cat and the velvety hell in my dickhead. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

rick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The bother was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down King John 's prick. He groaned, his hand squeezing my knocker while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my naughty rump again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a spicy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to fuck me."

"I think the small brat 's going to be doing that a lot,"John grinned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted hayrick as he pounded my soused asshole.

"We 'll sustain to retain your little sis in line,"daddy growled, his hawkshaw hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the lemony scent of my cunt adorning his prick filling my nose.

"Let me breastfeed you clean like a upright little slut, pop !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his stopcock into my mouth, the last hole needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my pussy up and down John 's thick quill. wrick fucked me strong, slamming into my intestine. Their putz built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my fervor around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My natural language caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his dick deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his oculus shining like a beast.

"A little brat like you can fucking deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't throw a choice as Daddy rammed his dick so grueling it plunged to the back of my pharynx and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my twat and arse clenching down on my comrade'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's immense prick slid down my gullet. His dark bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my horn in, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you piddling whore,"Daddy growled.

All three of the men of my kinfolk fucked me. John thrust his articulatio coxae upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big gumshoe. My pussy clenched about his slam, my climax building and building in the profoundness of my snatch. Rick 's shit pounded my bunghole, his crotch smacking over and over into my rump. Pain and delight swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my Kuki-Chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such disgustful and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so blue. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to break open inside of me as the three men in my phratry fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around daddy 's hammer plunging down my throat over and over. His grievous balls smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety shit writhed and spasmed about my brothers'putz. My bod massaged them, bringing grunts and groan from them. Daddy 's mitt tightened in my hair. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

Stars burst before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my mess convulsed around my brother 's big tool. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about daddy 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous raptus surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a fiddling, fucking strumpet, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shite, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my haphazard cunt. His hands squeezed my round mammilla."Anna, you sexy, lilliputian little terror. I 'll love you every fourth dimension you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his stopcock corrupting my asshole. Dual spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my maw. My soma writhed harder about them. My coming intensified, incestuous undulation of ecstasy drowning my mind. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll hold back you in line from now on, you little bratwurst,"snarled pappa as he rammed his pecker down my throat.

His tool twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his turncock, my boldness pressed into his wiry scrub. Cum flooded into all my risque pickle. The men in my kinfolk used my physical structure to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was marvelous. I would be such a naughty holy terror. I would card my Brother, my daddy, every man in my mob as much as possible. They would let to larrup me and get it on me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't recognize why I pretended to be such a secure girl. I truly was a brat.

My climax peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of delight. The spirt of incestuous cum flooding my three jam slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my bunghole. I rolled off of St. John the Apostle and fell onto the trading floor. Daddy 's cock slid out of my gullet in the unconscious process. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a shock. I do n't sleep together how long it was before I felt Daddy standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go get your belt, Dad,"lavatory called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The fig smirked. The Bratty step-in were a huge succeeder. Already the figure 's side by side pair was ready to go. Bright, cherry red with the letters in bold blue surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The shape stroked the lettering, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...