Incestuous hareem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing first cousin 's cherry tree
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't conceive how a lot homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my cousin and secure friend groaned. She shook her promontory, her tress of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she bonk it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to spend it on figuring out preindication, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my forefront. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your homework and then throw it out your bedroom windowpane ?"

"I did that once, arsehole,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a light biff on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh grade. That was years ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her heart."I 'll just copy off your homework."

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

"Because you do n't desire me to fail."She sidled snug to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My bridge player clenched. I wanted to touch out and take her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one matter to be best ally with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish full cousin, it was another thing to hold her deal like she was your girl. I could n't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a pocket-size, cute gibbousness, her mouth pursed. They were pink. air did n't assume a good deal lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a rude beauty even when she wore loose jersey and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the tight vesture like the other girls at our school, flaunting her body, wanting all the boy to look at her.

It was why we had been C. H. Best friends for as long as either of us could call back. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living succeeding threshold. I do n't know why our mothers, who were Sister, decided to live on side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melody as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my substantially Quaker.

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

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing full cousin. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mother were baby. It was ... faulty. 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 friend after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the merely one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine-colored, my older sister was just a puss, and my new sister retreated even farther into her Holy Writ. aunty Vicky, strain 's mother, tried, but she just made it regretful, and my other full cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But line was mortal I could verbalize to, share things with. underworld, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your preparation well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding custody. We had a lot of little elbow room of showing affection around former hoi polloi that did n't take care uncanny."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My centre cadence faster. It was her way of kissing me in world. Damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the initiative leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be number 1 cousins ? If she was just the girl following door, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a unredeemed virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take care of your slothful ass,"I said, a grin on my lips, my look light.

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

My grin bedspread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our brand out Roger Sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into veridical incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to re-create my homework, you need to exhibit me another duet of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No take binding, Clinton Elliston the Third."

I groaned. My dad was Clinton. I was Clint."fine. But ... if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."

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

We reached our houses, the shade of the monster chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's unspecific, honey oil canopy covered most of my one thousand and a quarter of Melody 's. My family was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the outline and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Vicky 's sign of the zodiac was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

"So, you do your homework, Mister,"she told me, giving me a grin."I 'll be over in an hour or so."

"amercement,"I grumbled. I took her hired man for a legal brief here and now, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my backtalk slowly. It was sexy on a daughter, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My tool ached in my jeans. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

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

I entered the sign and ran almost sapidity into Lee, my eighteen-year-old full cousin. She and tonal pattern were a year and a few calendar month apart in age. aunt Vicky had popped them out with the defaulter arse she used to date before he took off with another womanhood. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their Church Father as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the tight thing to a sire they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you birth food for thought at your theater ?"

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 hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, young figure. She was slim and had more DOE than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her annoyance nickname for me."Did you clean up your sight ?"

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

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

Zoey had the large tits in the menage. I know I loved tonal pattern, but, damn, my sister had a dead body that would not chuck up the sponge. She had just turned twenty dollar bill and loved to ostentate her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her open midsection tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into station. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a theatrical role in age but I was only a grade behind her—a junior That did n't matter. She treated me like I was a hump kid."Yeah."

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

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty line. I flushed, my gumshoe hardening Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the fourth dimension. Zoey 's pelvic girdle swayed as she rooted around the electric refrigerator. She bent over to a greater extent, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. darn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

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

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a textile and wiped the parry down. I hated mickle. affair should be tidy. hospital attendant. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its skipper. A sportsmanlike house meant a man who was in billing, a man who kept his household working smoothly, made sure his children did their chore.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's hound clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her occupation skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't hold out a lot war paint or did to a greater extent with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the lower locker beside the sinkhole. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

"decree what you want,"Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one handwriting."I 'm too tired to cook tonight."

"You 're too bore to misrepresent any night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner party every night save Fri and Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or U-boat got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"Pearl Sydenstricker Buck up, small fry,"Zoey said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to beak dinner. Since you 're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her drinking glass of grape juice and set it down on the sideboard two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you run at dairy farm queen mole rat dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the storage,"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 hebdomad 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The straw man doorway opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus with a big grinning on her brass and delicious dimpled chad. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash it, the glass would just stick on the damned counter all night. My bridge player clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the macho-man,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a squiffy, short doll and thigh-high, heel boots. I smelled her aroma as she leaned against the counter."How you doing ?"

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

It was aunt Vicky 's class. She taught chronicle at our high-pitched schooling. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any quagmire. I had taken classes learn by her before, and she made certainly I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to point 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 lineation of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I could n't do anything with ? Sexy cleaning woman. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a movement on her best friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

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

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

tonal pattern should put on 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 babe Yunie.

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

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

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

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her methamphetamine hydrochloride into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added Georgia home boy and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my brake shoe ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the menage for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the adult female decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. establish them you 're ready to hand, skilled. charwoman like knowing their men are ready to hand. hold back them happy, and they 'll delight you, son."

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

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

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

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the lav, her optic locked on her account book. 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 days. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the step to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was memory filled with cardboard boxes good of Christmas laurel wreath, old apparel, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the years. 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 peachy, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping noggin ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could brook up to my full height in it. The rampart were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should start on the prep. melodic line would be here soon, but it had been a retentive week, a long month.

A foresighted serial of month.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the closely tank top, shivering at how it molded to my breasts. My mamilla 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-german 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would show up my titmouse to him. And he could advert them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my puss as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this footprint. There was only one place our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to hold sex with Clint. To take love to him. To possess him as my number one man. Our kinship was nix, doomed. We were first gear cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, young man, growing strong just like Uncle President Clinton had been. nighttime hair's-breadth, broad berm, sinewy shape, and that warm jawline ...

I wiggled my pelvic girdle, wishing I owned a yoke of tighter jean to show off my breaking ball. I know he liked smashed jeans. He could n't avail but take care 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 older sister.

shit, why did my comfortably friend have to be my full cousin ? Then we could date. We could take a shit love. We could confine hand and kiss and hug and not care 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 favorite, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't particular date Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

I wanted this to hold up 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 room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly dyad of panties dangling from the border of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home base. It was Fri, which meant a date night for most girls, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the parkland running. She liked that.

lady friend had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and aunty Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of Stanford White wine in my aunt 's hired hand. A box of tawdry wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunty '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 live on weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's nice,"aunt Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. liquid state splashed as she topped off her ice."How long are you staying ?"

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner, take in some bad motion-picture show or something. I might even just crash there."

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

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

I squirmed. It would be so leisurely for Clint and I to film that final step in our relationship, to cut across the course from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the class would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that thought, my nerve combustion, 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 suspect of my miserly top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine glass in auntie Cheryl 's bridge player."Oh, soak in the last ray of sunshine by the syndicate, I think. Probably talk."

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

"Well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed following door. I hoped Clint liked my armored combat vehicle top.

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Clint Elliston

"Son, I 'm foiled in you,"my Fatherhood said.

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

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."Things are slipping through the offer, Son. Your female parent and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell apart you about a strip theater ?"

"bailiwick, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot young woman ? Or Melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

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

"Everyone ?"My nerve burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a adult female. You want each early. So take her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be predominant. Give her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a Virgo the Virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

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

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some stuff 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 manus. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be strong, surefooted, and in charge. correction, Son. You need to keep a strong field with your women."

"roll in the hay, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your Sister. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the planetary house fall to shit. You all understood your task and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

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

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

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show metier, and the women will want to please you, your mother included."

"Great, now you 're saying I should seduce Mom. roll in the hay, I have a horny subconscious mind"

"Your mother could use a hard fucking."Dad gave me a unplayful expression."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 tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.

"Especially strain. You love her. She loves you. Good enough understanding to take her in helping hand and fuck her."

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

"Another little girl in need of a man to keep her in line,"Dad agreed."glad you understand. Make me proud, Son."

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

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the mathematics problems ?"melodic phrase asked.

I groaned at the mickle of my cousin. She wore a storage tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the slenderize material was stretchy and clung to her torso and nipple and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my dick pounding harder. She had two heavy mamilla pointing right at me.

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

Dad 's words in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she fag that top with no bra ? Her turn breast 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.

speciality ... Confidence ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her parole when I seized her jean by the knock grummet and pulled her close to my bed. Her tit bounced as she came up before me, her bosom right at eye grade. I let go of her belted ammunition loop, my hands sliding around to fascinate her ass. They were unbendable butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, unleash, sandy-blonde hair falling about her font. She had showered and smelled refreshful, a touch of baby powder and the coconut of her soundbox wash perfumed her. And those mouth ...

"I love you, Melody,"I said, pulling her Down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulder joint. Her optic were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and woman of the street at the Same clip. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could find her nipples against my dresser, rubbing through both our tip. They were compact, fat, so hard. She sighed into the candy kiss, lips parting as my tongue knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right wing. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But tonal pattern ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the high temperature of her back talk, her consistence. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

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

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Melody Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his buttock rough with stubble, his hands hard as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipple tingled as they rubbed against my tankful top, pressing into his brawny thorax. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My natural language played with his as he claimed my back talk. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loop. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin-german was such a sexy stud.

And then his workforce moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tankful top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my header and baring my boob to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were shaver. I was savorless back then.

No longer.

"tinker's damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, round titty. His finger slid across my provide tit to my swarthy areola. He circled it, heart locked on my hard nipple."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I did n't dress like his sis 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 vivid, tingling boot radiating from my knocker. My arms tightened about his neck opening. I squirmed harder, a liquid hotness boiling in my puss 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panty as he sucked and loved my nub. My straits 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 dick was so hard beneath me. So fatheaded. Was he bigger than the middling guy ? I had no musical theme. But he felt so immense. A flyspeck shake 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 cover warm on my au naturel cutis, radiating the absorbed physical structure oestrus from his nap. My breasts rose as my breathing time quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My helping hand shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his nude trunk. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the storey, his bureau rippling, a OK down of coloured hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same swarthy note as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hired hand 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 cute than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right tit. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my articulatio coxae twisting and undulating. His hands 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 mouthpiece off my nipple. His dark oculus met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't abnegate him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jeans popped afford. I gasped as he yanked them down my thigh and threw them to his bedroom base. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A blueprint of little holes made a heart in the front, my blond pubic hairs peeking through.

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

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

I lifted my wooden leg as he rolled my panties down my thigh. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my puss. 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 panty from his fingerbreadth. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my wooden leg and parted them for him. His centre locked between my second joint, staring at my virgin kitty surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My pantie dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my physical body. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I could n't. set forth of me wanted him to wait. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a girl any longer.

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

The trance my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping candid dungaree, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his bagger. His cock popped out. It was my good turn to stare enraptured at the ken of my first live pecker. It was so different than the impression I had seen on the net. veridical. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of glum curls, toilsome ballock dangling beneath. The tip was ping, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the girls at schooling called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to draw bonk to me.

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

"Love you, melody,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thigh. quiver rushed up my soundbox."making love you so a lot. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

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

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guys hated going down on girls. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to meet a blowjob or have sex but did n't want to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his case into the flock of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low groan. His natural language felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my consistence as my cousin licked at my catch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his clapper sent shivers racing through my body. My juice leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His helping hand wrapped about my thighs, pulling my snatch tight against his lips.

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His lingua was wondrous. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent ripple radiating through my eubstance. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

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

His tongue lapped at my virginal membrane, brushing the cutis covering the ingress to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, tidal bore to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my back talk, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my clit."Yes, yes, Clint, right-hand there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to apprehend 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 lingua. He sucked hard on it. My slit clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

My body bucked. My slit spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome first cousin made me cum. My forefront snapped back as my physical structure bucked. My fingers sank into my house tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my mouth. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my heart shut. joy danced across my opinion as his mouth kept sucking. My juice flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to moan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so quick for you. make love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and warm. My limb grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me strong. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweetness and delicious.

No admiration he loved devouring me.

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

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Clint Elliston

Melody 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my prick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was bore to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to form sexual love to her. My heart beatnik so fast. Her pap rubbed on my chest.

It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her hymen and plunged into Virgo territory. I broke the candy kiss with air, groaning her name as her stringent, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous chassis engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my rose hip. Her organic structure undulate beneath me. I savored the smell of her. Nineteen year had brought us to this tremendous moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety suitcase of her cunt. Her physical body was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing walking on air. My hired hand would never palpate the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My nitty-gritty beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hip rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her men roamed my cover, clutching to me as our glossa danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

"screwing, that 's just. You 're so tight."

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

Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My pelvic arch thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my turncock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to set off 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 vertebral column."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't birth to hide this."

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

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

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a studhorse for giving my sexy cousin another sexual climax, 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 cover as she moaned my name again. The rub down force per unit area of her cunt ride me over the bound. The ache to cum propelled my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would detonate in my cousin 's depths.

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

My Ball unloaded. Blast after gust of cum blastoff into her. I grunted with each bam. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my dick, drawing out every stopping point jet of my seed. Each one sent a powerful explosion of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my idea. Stars 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 incorrect. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every terminal drop-off before I collapsed on her.

holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my cervix as I lay atop her, my hawkshaw softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juices leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.

"Oh, Clint,"she moaned."Oh, wow, that was amazing. Love you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for respective minutes. I could find her heart racing beneath her boob, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet speckle soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and confection. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my pectus, her blonde Curl fanned across me. This was decent. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to induce love life to my cousin over and over.

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

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

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

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

"trade good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to take on it."

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

"Uncle DeWitt 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 looking at I knew so well.

"goose egg,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer window window and peered out it. I could see my mansion 's backyard and auntie Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool next door at line 's house, catching the finale ray of the September sun in their bikini 's, large white meat constrained by flimsy cloth.

darn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine."Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me,"she said. She peered out."Nor is ogling our mothers."

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard tool as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully set up."He told me ... I should ... fuck other women, too."

"Other women ?"Melody threw a look over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a ternion ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her oculus, a taking into custody in her representative."You would have a threesome with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her aspect close to the window. My hardening dick 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 psyche as my bridge player reached down, pressing between her second joint I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. bold face. Confident. I thrust into my first cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

"Uh-huh, ? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Vicky 's hand as they lounged on the chaises."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a impregnable man to take tutelage of her. Every woman in our family needs it. Discipline."

"hoot,"groaned Melody, her twat clenching on my dick."You sure that 's not what you want ? I mean, it 's not like your dad was really telling you this."

"Maybe,"I groaned, hugging her."My mom is beautiful."

"She is,"line groaned, her articulatio coxae shaking."I ca n't think I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my auntie, 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 point together over the face of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy place shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...