Incestuous harem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing first cousin 's cerise
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 best friend groaned. She shook her head, her gold braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulder."Does n't she recognise it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't need to spend it on figuring out sign, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my point. tune hated mathematics."How long until you scream at your homework and then thrust it out your sleeping accommodation window ?"

"I did that once, bunghole,"she said, giving me a blaze followed up by a light punch on my shoulder joint."One time. In the 7th mark. That was years ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her center."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 require me to fail."She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brush mine. My paw clenched. I wanted to reach out and pick out her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one thing to be best Quaker with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another matter to accommodate her hired hand like she was your girlfriend. I could n't facilitate staring at the visibility of her human face as we walked, her nose a small, cute projection, her rim pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't endure much lip rouge. But she really did n't need it. She had a innate lulu even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the tight clothing like the other young lady at our school, flaunting her torso, wanting all the son to look at her.

It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I do n't know why our female parent, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melody as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding motorcycle, and playing TV games. She truly was my best friend.

And then a year ago, matter 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 vellicate her, and our lips bumped.

And we did n't get out 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 base full cousin. Our mothers were Sister. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the fondling, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my ripe friend after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the sept who helped me dole out with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of vino, my older sister was just a cunt, and my young sister retreated even farther into her books. aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it unfit, and my other full cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was someone I could blab to, share things with. nether region, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you safe do your homework well,"tonal pattern said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of piffling ways of showing affection around early people that did n't face Wyrd."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My warmness beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in populace. Damn, 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 throw to be low gear cousin-german ? If she was just the girl next door, we would accept fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a damned virgin.

"fine, I 'll take care of your lazy ass,"I said, a grin on my brim, my tincture light.

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

My grin bed cover magnanimous, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underclothing for our make out Sessions. We were flirting closer 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 up me another pair of exciting panties."

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

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

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

We reached our houses, the shade of the goliath chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree diagram 's broad, greenness canopy covered to the highest degree of my G and a quarter of air 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my female parent chose the dodge and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my room in the attic. aunty Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two story, and smaller.

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

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

"Fine,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief consequence, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a young woman, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My prick ached in my blue jean. And then my cousin broke away for her sign, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the private road. I groaned. She should be at body of 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 but one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost skag into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and Melody were a year and a few calendar month apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat prick she used to engagement before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their don as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a father they knew.

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

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

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

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

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

I groaned at her irritation cognomen for me."Did you clean up your mess ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift manual dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to take over her and hale 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 screen door door and raced away from the household laughing."Dammit."

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my erstwhile sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight couplet of dungaree shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already telling white meat, the pile jiggling as she came down the stair, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy whisker fell about her sultry face, her lips dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the grownup teat in the phratry. I know I loved air, but, damn, my sister had a consistence that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her clobber. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her disclose middle tan and sleek.

"How was school, jet ?"she asked, ruffling my haircloth."Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of preparation ?"

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

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

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and deflexion over. Those dungaree shorts molded to her ass. They were so fast, and I did n't see any scanty melodic line. I flushed, my prick hardening Why could n't tune coif like that some of the time. Zoey 's hips swayed as she rooted around the electric refrigerator. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the denim shorts hugging her pussy. hoot."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"Right,"my sis said with sarcasm, settling on a pitcher of grapevine juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me unclouded up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread of wampum with the credit 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 ascertain me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a mess hall and not cleaning it up either. He would suffer bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her former hired hand, texting while sipping at her grape succus. I grabbed a fabric and wiped the comeback down. I hated passel. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a menage is a reflection of its master. A light house meant a man who was in kick, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his children did their chores.

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 tooth root of her fuzz were dark-black. She did n't wear often makeup or did Sir Thomas More with her haircloth than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her tomentum and kept it longsighted 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 storage locker beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

"parliamentary procedure what you want,"Mom said, her interpreter tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hand."I 'm too tired to manipulate tonight."

"You 're too tired to cook any nighttime,"I muttered. She used to prepare dinner party every nighttime save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or submarine 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.

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

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

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

"You going to gargle that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

"They have uniforms for us to fag out at the shop,"she said, snagging her pocketbook."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's wine. Maybe you should man up and get a job ?"

Since she turned twenty two week ago, she had gotten a job where her Friend, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front room access opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead 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 lave it, the glass would just outride on the damned tabulator all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was live, he would spank Zoey no thing what her age was for doing that.

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

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

It was aunty Vicky 's class. She taught story at our high school. Not that her being my aunty caused her to cut me any morass. I had taken class taught by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to demonstrate 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 schema 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 women. tune, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a motility on her best booster. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

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

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

Melody should don 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 have those mad bills."

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

I almost threw her methamphetamine to the floor. I hated when she called me small fry."I 'm not a jazz little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the payload. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood ball carrier. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the fair sex decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. Show them you 're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are ready to hand. hold 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 instrument since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the 2d floor hall and crossed it to the attic stair. My footling sis 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the lonesome member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her chicken feed absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest of drawers. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my schooling."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 john, her optic locked on her Bible. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's death. She spent all her time in her way, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did have seemed to feature fallen away.

red cent, maybe I should peach to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storehouse filled with cardboard corner wide of Christmas medallion, old clothes, and the usual junk any kinsfolk accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the leftfield at the top of the stair. I thrust it undefendable and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was corking, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping noggin ceiling. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my full height in it. The rampart were painted blue—a projection I did with Dad a X or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my middle suddenly heavy.

I should lead off on the homework. line would be here soon, but it had been a foresighted week, a long month.

A prospicient series of months.

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

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melody Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an frantic warmheartedness through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this stride. There was only one post our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To work do it to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first cousins. I was practically his babe. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, young man, growing strong just like Uncle Clinton had been. night hair, broad articulatio humeri, mesomorphic figure, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a span of tighter jeans to show off my bender. I know he liked tight denim. He could n't help but count at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her plastered jean or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his aged sister.

shucks, why did my best Friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could check hands and kiss and hug and not worry who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor—it was n't my favorite, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breathing space, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my room and passed my untried sister 's threshold. It was half-opened, revealing the Chaos that was Lee 's elbow room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly duo of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home plate. It was Friday, which meant a engagement night for most miss, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too a great deal energy.

Voices 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 aunty 's hand. A box of punk wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

My mom glanced up and her 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 appointment ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my eyes."Just heading next room access. Clint and I have schoolwork to knead on."

"Oh, that 's nice,"Aunt Cheryl said, her nerve red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the faucet on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How recollective are you staying ?"

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

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

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

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to hire that concluding step in our relationship, to cross the job from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all nighttime. We had spent our integral lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that idea, my boldness 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 untrusting of my compressed top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine Methedrine in aunty Cheryl 's hired man."Oh, soak in the finish light beam of temperateness by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. Aunt Cheryl was drinking too much vino. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom 's bedchamber. Maybe we should take an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

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

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Clint Elliston

"Son, I 'm disappointed in you,"my founding father said.

It was n't how I expected my dream to initiate."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not for certain 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."thing are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and babe are not doing their part. What did I secernate you about a scavenge family ?"

"field of study, Dad,"I said. I was cognisant I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot missy ? Or melodic phrase ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"Melody. Girl 's had a crush on you since you were kidskin. Everyone knows it. And about your crunch on her."

"Everyone ?"My nerve burned.

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

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

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

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

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some poppycock from it. womanhood love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll need to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, take back your cum, even let you do it her asshole. Be strong, confident, and in boot. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a stiff discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your female parent and your sister. Never let any of them disesteem me. I never let the business firm fall 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 spank my sister ?"

"And your cousin. I kept your aunty 's theater in telephone line, too. Discipline your first cousin for her. It 's the man 's job."

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

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

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

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

"Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. Good enough reason to ingest her in hand and fuck her."

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

"Another girl in pauperization of a man to keep her in telephone line,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. Make me proud, Son."

The speech sound of my bedroom door opening banished the aspiration. I groaned, the sleepy fog of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to sleep together all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the sight of my full cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled matter, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her berm, the reduce material was stretchy and clung to her body and tits and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my peter throb harder. She had two punishing teat pointing right at me.

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

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

Strength ... sureness ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her lyric when I seized her blue jean by the belt ammunition loops and pulled her finish to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her belt cringle, my paw sliding around to spellbind her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my middle to hers, at large, sandy-blonde haircloth falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a soupcon of baby powder and the coconut meat of her physical structure wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

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

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

"Yes."

My hired man moved up and pulled her psyche down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. dessert and fancy woman at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my peter. I could feel her pap against my chest of drawers, rubbing through both our tops. They were midst, fat, so heavy. She sighed into the osculation, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my mob. But melodic phrase ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the warmth of her sass, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her fork 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 cheek rough with straw, his hands secure as they squeezed my ass through my denim. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clitoris throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so stiff, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a sexy stud.

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

No longer.

"hoot, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my house, round breasts. His finger slid across my leave behind tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard pap."damn, those are nice."

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

And then his lip latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eye widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my titty. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat stewing in my kitty-cat 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panty as he sucked and loved my nub. My mind 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 thick. Was he crowing than the norm guy ? I had no mind. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my mamilla. 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 bare skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My titty rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his au naturel body. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest ripple, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.

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

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

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

"well, yours are cunning than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his backtalk to my right mamilla. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingerbreadth strong.

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

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

Incest.

My jeans popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thigh and threw them to his bedroom story. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A blueprint of trivial mess made a heart in the front, my blonde pubic tomentum peeking through.

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

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

I lifted my branch as he rolled my panty down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thigh pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, mortified lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my pantie from his fingers. It looked like such a pocket-size chip of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eye locked between my thighs, staring at my Virgin puss surrounded by my blond bush.

This was really happening.

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

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

The trance my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, finger fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his bagger. His dick popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my kickoff populate gumshoe. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. tangible. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a snarl of dark curls, expectant balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, placid like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the little girl at shoal called it. He was getting cook for sex.

Ready to make get laid to me.

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

"love life you, melodic line,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my second joint. Shivers rushed up my eubstance."Love you so a good deal. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his head down for my kitty-cat. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. claim me. Make dear to me."

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

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

But not Clint.

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

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

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His tongue was rattling. The rough feel of his mouth against my medium flesh sent wavelet radiating through my body. I buzzed with turmoil, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

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

His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my twat. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my button."Yes, yes, Clint, right field there."

My hands squeezed my titty. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub shot bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the thrill of his 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 consistence bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome full cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my physical structure bucked. My fingers sank into my firm tits as the delight exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my mouth. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and land against him. I squeezed my centre shut. Pleasure danced across my intellection as his back talk kept sucking. My juices flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

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

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His optic burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. dessert. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His cock 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

tonal pattern 's kitty-cat was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first of all. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To retain her as my woman. To be intimate her and pleasance her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was the right way. She had cum grueling when I went down on her, and now she was eagre to consume her cherry popped. She wanted me to make believe love to her. My center beat so fast. Her teat rubbed on my chest.

It was time. bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cerise reach against my thrusting putz. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her hymen and plunged into Virgo territory. I broke the candy kiss with Melody, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silky, wet, stick, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the flavour of her. XIX years had brought us to this tremendous moment. I kissed her gruelling, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My prick slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her puss. Her flesh was hot and sleek. It caressed my gumshoe. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My paw would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart pulse faster and faster as our consistence moved. Her hip rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my spinal column, clutching to me as our glossa danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

"Fuck, that 's undecomposed. You 're so tight."

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

Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her physique. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the Sir Thomas More and Thomas More I wanted to cum. The 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, digit clawing at my back."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't have to hide this."

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

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

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

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

Her fingernails bit into my rachis as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressure of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum actuate my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would break loose in my full cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the detrition of her hot build triggering my coming."Melody !"

My balls unloaded. good time after flack of cum snapshot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my gumshoe. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every last squirt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful explosion of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. headliner exploded before my eyes as my imaginativeness swam.

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

keeping her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her fix. 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 several mo. I could feel her heart racing beneath her bosom, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum assorted together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my thorax, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was nice. My gumshoe stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make love to my cousin over and over.

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

I blinked. Did I say that out loud ?"Just a dream I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong paw 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 care of the house,"I added."Discipline. He also said that I should take you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted ?"

"trade good advice,"she said."Surprised you were hurt enough to contain 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 look I knew so well.

"Nothing,"I said.

"Nope, I want to know everything about this wonderful 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 and peered out it. I could see my house 's backyard and auntie Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool future room access at melodic line 's star sign, catching the live electron beam of the Sept sun in their bikini 's, magnanimous breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine."Looking out the window and incubation 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 ... bonk other womanhood, too."

"Other women ?"Melody threw a looking at over her berm."What ? darnel on me ? Or have a trio ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her venter, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the windowpane. My hardening hawkshaw popped between her thighs, rubbing at her mussy puss."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 sleep with the punishing ?"

She shook her mind as my paw reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her twat. boldface. 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 aunty Vicky 's hand as they lounged on the chaise longue."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to study maintenance of her. Every cleaning woman in our crime syndicate needs it. Discipline."

"Damn,"groaned Melody, her kitty 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,"strain groaned, her rosehip shaking."I ca n't believe I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunty, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our female parent 's leaning their heads together over the face of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's grab as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was zip sisterly about the kiss.

"Holy shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...