Mind-Control step-in

Story Two : Brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

There was nothing exceptional about the section storehouse. It was like a chiliad others in its range. A massive, international network of box stock that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cookware to bedding to fiddle, almost everything could be found here.

The fig moving through the store appeared no dissimilar than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm grace, nodding at the former shoppers. Nondescript, the trope did n't tolerate out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of pantie clutched in the chassis 's bridge player. They were a blench pink, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery letters across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would hold a glaring display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the clothing surgical incision frequented by college female child. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all anatomy and styles and blueprint. With a casual flick of the articulatio radiocarpea, the Bratty step-in landed with the others. There to look a sealed someone.

Anna James Earl Carter, XVIII, was shopping with her don and two elder brothers. Her berm distance, Robert Brown hair was held back from her face by a pair of pinko barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her compeer, a wickedness blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any segmentation at all, just some ivory swath of her clavicle. She had bright, Pomaderris apetala eyes and plump lips over a humble nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was tall and sinewy, his nose large. A trait both his sons, wrick and John, possessed.

"Just messing around with John, Dad,"rick, the firstborn, said, a big smile on his face.

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

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

Anna squirmed, the confidential information of her ears burning. She obviously looked hinder by her Brother 's actions. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to nibble up a few things."

Her Father-God, a widower, flicked his gaze to the clothing section. At the mass of all those womanly garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, finely, just run into us in the sporting trade good part in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her head and slipped out into the clothing section.

She needed a few new pairs of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the crummy kind, the one with a replete cut, not the daring ones the young woman at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the gilded scintillation on the Word of God Bratty that drew her care, or maybe it was the suspension thong above it, a strip of cloth so narrow that Anna could n't understand how it could shroud anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink pantie and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The Son Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so disaffected. Something that a bad girl would wear.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't know what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her pinna burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a rack holding ten inner circle of tatty step-in and snagged the 1st one she could. She buried the Bratty couplet beneath the pack, clutching it tight, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the eternal rest of the shopping head trip, 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 teller scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the car did n't beep nor that a price did n't evidence up on the blind as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

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

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Anna Carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my father would find that sure pair of panties tucked in the back of my draftsman. It was buried amid air sock and bandeau, but was also the endure pair of clean panty I had. I 'd outwear every distich of clean panties 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 Fatherhood, my stomach squirming.

His embrown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he know ?

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

I bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my blood brother. haystack 's orange succus was right on the sharpness of the tabular array. I was just turning away to take my own seat when whoremonger went to smack Rick. John 's mitt flew out, striking the glass of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the William Green, shaping cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to elude it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my doll right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in blow, blinking. I could palpate the low temperature bleeding through to my privates.

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

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle Brother."Look what you did to your Sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"toilet muttered.

"Do n't apologise to me ! justify to your tinker's dam sister !"

John looked at me, his look pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't mean to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a clumsy spaz, you—"Rick started to say.

Though he was older than John, he was gaining on haystack in size. Snarling, privy threw a hard punch at crick, forcing my older pal to lean back and deflect the blow.

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

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

"He should n't be posting shit about me on Facebook,"whoremaster muttered as he stood up. He gave me another shamefaced spirit before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his representative lowering,"go up the stairs and get change."

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

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't stain your skirt. If it did, I 'll progress to 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 feature to put on those step-in, but these unity were soaked with Orange River succus. Going without panties was just unsufferable. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the animation room. I reached the steps, my crony moving around above.

I swallowed, my panty wet and cold-blooded and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panties rubbed against me. weeping were beading in my oculus. Why did hayrick and John have to be so think to each former ? Why could n't they just be Nice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such bratwurst.

Now I had to jade those panties. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all hanker. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened ? What if King John thought it would be funny to jerk down my dame ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, gold varsity letter being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sentiency to me. They were so juicy. I liked plain, sensitive pantie. Not the type that you wore so male child could see them.

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

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd own to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my washing, so I could get some panties that were clean-living Then I could take the Batty panty off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my wench and pulled it off, wincing at the orange discolouration across the forepart of my plain, white scanty. I dropped my skirt in my apparel hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me palpate so colly. I balled up the panty, found a clean darn, and wiped at my brownness bush. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my scanty into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my supple grade. My haircloth flew about my face, leaving it a disheveled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"patch that Gospel According to John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the rear end of my vision. There was a I soil on my bra. An orange blemish on the white material. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my little tit quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the pile of air sock and bras shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty enigma. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the mass of clothing to the side. I unveiled the panty lying there, some of the glittery letter visible. The two T 's and a intimation of the Y.

I felt a strange prickling as I grabbed the scanty. An excitement ran across my peel, my little mamilla hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my venter. I gasped as it jolted to my kitty, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering missive to my optic. Bratty. I was the exact opposite. Why did I buy these ?

stair creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right field understructure through the leg muddle. Another surge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my cunt, this wet heat forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The stair creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my give foot through the other hole and yanked the step-in so fast up my peg my boob bounced. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, seating the scanty tight against my pussy. The elastic band snapped around my waist. I could feel the spicy letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the step, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panty, my bosom jiggling. They were cute, piddling knocker. Perfect cones topped by pinko pap. Both were punishing and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty tactile sensation that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard pappa reach the top of the stair. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to face it and said in a cheerful voice,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the level creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful tit. His jaw dropped, his eye bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.

I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my bridge player not hiding my tit at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his forefront back, slamming my doorway shut so knockout the entire firm trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so sorry, Anna."

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

It was so hard not to giggle. My purulent felt so juicy. I pinched both my tit, 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 outrage, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his elbow room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laugh. It was so practically fun to razz Dad. It made my twat nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

humming, I sauntered to my chest, eager to observe the hone affair to put on. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that zing that fit me. Surely, I had dress 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 draftsman, throwing more and more tops to the floor. Through the lean wall, I heard the springs of John '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 ideas making my pussy surface-active agent and wetter.

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

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four days ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my draftsman. It was tiny. It would influence to my torso and hug my business firm, footling titties. I bet it would bear witness a good column inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to jiggle to pull it over me, feeling the fabric stretching around my torso. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my shoulder to see those glittering letter on my panties flashing in my bandstand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my little titty. My pap poked hard against the fabric. It was so brusk, it exposed my omphalus. 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 age,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's bedchamber groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or wrick or John watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was total of short circuit that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

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

The bed give creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my hips wiggling from side to incline. My footling titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the boxershorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight textile up over my buns. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut breadbasket. I was just younger when I wore these blue jean. I groaned, straining to eviscerate the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, string up the zipper virtually of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my scanty peeking out. I grinned, loving the burden. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could hear John really going to Ithiel Town on his tool. He was spanking his monkey like the second coming was about to happen, and he wanted one finish cum before Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange juice all over me.

I crept to my threshold, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it undefended inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the flexible joint. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing crick 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 word, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, piffling titties bouncing bare mo ago. He scurried down the stair, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of Gospel According to John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to take off creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was prophylactic. My smile grew gravid and heavy. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a trench intimation, my entire consistency trembling. shiver raced from my panties, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the bounteous brat in the world.

I wrenched clear the threshold, jumped inside his chamber, shouting,"Every prison term you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to expose his flat stomach and his bridge player stroking his dick, kicked his stage as he struggled to cover himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to rip his blanket over his cock. His brass turned beet red as I shook my oral sex at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

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

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

"Anna, you fucking backbite !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na tell daddy you called me a gripe !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the elbow room and closed the threshold. I burst into laugh as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might receive hated that chick, and he 'd soaked my unflattering panties, but he had no right field to cover me in orange juice.

It was prison term to get back at my Old brother for provoking John. My little pussycat tingled as I approached the bathroom threshold. The shower bath hissed. Our firm was old. It lacked curl on any of the room access, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their advantage many time to deplume antic on each former.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's brass grip ever so slowly. I cracked the door open, the sound of my comrade, Rick, showering grew louder. urine 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 open just a short farther. I could see him as a shadow through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A unholy thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth muscular tissue. My twat 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 clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The exhibitor drape ripped open, and there was my comrade naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his rooster swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Teach 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 little little terror !"he snarled as I whirled around, my John Brown hair's-breadth whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My groundwork drummed a fast heartbeat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

Rick stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his peter with one hired man as he charged down the step, his unblock deal sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking bratwurst !"

Laughing, I jumped the live on few stairs and landed on the low floor. I darted to my right, heading into the living room. I could hear Dad 's reclining chair swinging shut with that tatty clang. I burst into the support room to see him standing up, his side twisted in anger until he saw me. discombobulation flicked across his expression as I clutched Rick 's habiliment and towel to my chest.

"Daddy, Daddy !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me nude !"

haystack burst into the living elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged dad while giving hayrick a gleeful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my oldest brother 's aspect as I snuggled up tight against Daddy 's hard dresser. My trivial pap throbbed. Through the slim down fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

"What the piece of tail, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

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

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then crick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his apparel out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his stopcock was thrusting toilsome before him, and I did n't sleep with what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, pop !"

"You little—"

"kink !"growled Daddy.

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

"Why would I do it on design ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could feel his cock swelling hard. It made my pussycat so wet in my gamey panties.

John entered the sustenance room."Dad, she burst into my way to make fun of me !"Gospel According to John added."While I was ... studying."

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

"No, you burst in on determination !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a piddling brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."papa, I would n't be a lilliputian holy terror. I 'm your honorable girl."

He stared down at me, his brass flushed, his heart hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my trunk, staring at the tee shirt molded to my little titties and the open up fly of my short that let my pink pantie peek out. My shortstop hugged my private parts, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

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

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

My middle widened.

Daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to come up the word."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange succus. They 're the one that should be punished. They were both masturbating. haystack in the exhibitioner, and Gospel According to John in his bedroom."

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little brat,"Daddy said, this dangerous glint in his darkness eye."You jazz how brats are treated."

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

He pressed me over the armrest of the lounge, shoving my face down into the shock."No, no, pa !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a proficient girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight short, hauling them off of me with comfort. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold letters printed across my blind drunk ass. My snatch grew hotter. Wetter. I let out a wanton, niggling moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"fountainhead, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a slight brat, 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 Daddy yanked down my panties, exposing my cunt for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my bush was soaked by my succus. My crocked buttocks clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a bratwurst. And bratwurst got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the showtime spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help the fiddling wiggle that animated my rosehip. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my potent daddy.

The air swished behind me.

flavour !

I gasped at the stinging pain sensation radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rear end clenched against the heat. The wicked damage soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wonderful, blue delectation. I could n't believe how much it made my Virgo the Virgin cunny ache.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my rightfield butt-cheek. Both sides of my behind burned, the estrus melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heat fanned my lust.

SMACK !

"You 've been a little brat all morning,"growled dad,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, dada !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into John 's room on design !"

"You just wanted to see my cock, did n't you, you little brat ?"Saint John the Apostle growled.

savor !

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

hell dust !

"I bet you want to swipe a peek at my cock, too, did n't you ?"Rick squabble."Huh, you little brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain sensation burning across my rump. Daddy 's mitt was so big. He covered so much of my nates in a individual blow. It was unbelievable. I loved it. I savored it despite how a good deal it hurt. Tears burned my eyes. The excruciation was about to take in me.

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

SMACK !

"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.

savor !

"You 're staring at your brother 's peter like a naughty, little slut,"dada growled.

thunder !

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

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

SMACK !

The hurting swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into raptus. My Virgo the Virgin pussy clenched, my succus overflowing my Bush then trickling down my second joint. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a brat ? A footling hussy ?

Saint John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his light beam, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my eyes flicking from one brother 's prick to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a little shtup whore !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on aim, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those titties at me, did n't you ?"

nose drops !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to ride you. I wanted you to ogle me. To build you hard by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"papa growled.

I gasped as he seized my tomentum and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too sloshed tee shirt. He yanked it up my trunk so intemperately I heard cloth tearing. The cloth rasped against my pap, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my Virgo the Virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old tit on display for both my brothers to enjoy.

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

"You have to fuck the picayune slut, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"terror 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 zip fastener rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big cock. 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.

pop rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a news bulletin of pain. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrusting. No taking his clock time. He fucked me the way a bratwurst should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy twat clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His genitalia smacked into my tail. Pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, delicious mavin rippled from my paddle ass to my snatch. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his midst rotating shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my face as he fucked me bent grass over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"rick cheered."Fuck the little slut !"

"pounding that niggling bratwurst 's cunt !"toilet said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched pappa hammering me.

"This is what you get for being a tantalization, piffling loose woman ! !"daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's peter. My juicy bod gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What painful sensation I felt was soothed away by his plunging shaft rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such cristal. Such terrific delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so perplex to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the footling whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the driving force as I lay bent over. His genitals smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of painfulness sent heat energy melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around dada 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little whore,"John groaned in awe.

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

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wave of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to fall. I could palpate it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your cock, Daddy ! I want to cum like the footling, brattish hussy I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting hard.

Fast.

His globe smacked into my footling clit. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little dots of light danced before my eye as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His hammer churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that howling, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My first coming would be amazing.

I clawed at the redact cushion before me, my pussy squeezing so compressed around pa 's plunging hawkshaw. So immense. He stretched my slight cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so much rapture in the process. I groaned and gasped, my rose hip wiggling, stirring my hot soma around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't convey much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain motley with the surging delight. His stopcock churned my lilliputian cunny to a foam. The pressure of my orgasm reached a feverous pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My slit convulsed around his dick. My tight, lilliputian cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after wafture of pleasure swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, pa, I 'm such a fucking prostitute !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so unvoiced around his dick.

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

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

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

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my bozo hard. He churned me up. This wonderful, waste heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in virtuous Adam. My small cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful flesh writhed about him. My coming kept going and going.

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

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my slight titties. He squeezed them as he drove his shaft into the profoundness of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my pap hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The infliction and joy shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his shaft into my depths."You 're such a fucking whore, Anna !"

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

dada 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my pussy, daddy !"I howled, my petty cunny spasming around his shaft. My pulp writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes 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 haystack."Fuck her ass so concentrated. I want to break dance in her asshole !"

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

"Let them have it away me up the ass !"I howled as my sexual climax climbed to such high peaks.

"haystack claimed your ass first,"dada grunted as my kitty-cat drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, piffling slut, are n't you ?"

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

"Yes,"wrick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy instant, John."

"nooky it, I still get to experience her pixilated snatch !"King John growled.

"So fucking tight,"pop groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the sofa, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored daddy 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't conceive this had happened. That this wild, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first orgasm was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to hold on being a brat. I wanted to screw my pa and my buddy.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bath,"pa panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the footling prostitute 's ass, Rick."

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

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

I nodded my foreland, panting. More of dada 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

bathroom stretched out on the living elbow room story and held his cock up. Rick came from the bathroom a consequence later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little asshole tingle. I rose, my legs quiver, my ass electrocution from my correction. My snatch ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my naughty gob. I had two hung Brother and a pop with a big cock to please me.

Every bratwurst needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled John with sylphlike state of grace and lowered myself to his waiting hammer. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thighs. John grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. He wanted me. My round bosom, my pinko nipples, my miserly cunny.

I groaned as the brim of my pussy brushed the tip of my brother 's cock. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his dick. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his jibe. He was filling me up.

"God fucking shucks, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them surd. Rough. Just the way a small whore like me should be treated.

"warp up and delight 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."

"good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His hands tightened on my boob while my clitoris struck his pubic bone.

delectation exploded through my pussy.

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

I was a brat.

"fuck my ass, crick !"I moaned.

"the pits, yes !"he growled and force forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no chance. My comrade 's incestuous mania would not be denied. My anatomical sphincter expanded, my anal ring widening to swallow his intemperately gibe. He rammed into the profoundness of my velvety bowel, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's cock. I had both my big crony in me. Both their cocks filled my tight 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 dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual virtuoso. The silky pleasure aching in my pussy and the velvety hell in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

crick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully toothsome. I gasped and slammed back down lav 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my titties while Rick pounded my mother fucker. He fucked me severely. He pounded me, spanking my naughty rump again and again.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"grunted rick as he pounded my fuddled asshole.

"We 'll experience to hold your little sister in line,"Daddy growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juice. He approached us, the tart scent of my cunt adorning his shaft filling my nose.

"Let me suckle you clean like a unspoiled little slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hairsbreadth and rammed his rooster into my mouth, the last hole needing to be broken in. I had all the stopcock I could require in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, erstwhile brother. Incestuous cacoethes burned through me as I worked my second joint, humping my slit up and down Gospel According to John 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me hard, slamming into my bowels. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my excitement around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my woman of the street succus. My clapper caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his dick deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his center shining like a beast.

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

Could I ?

I did n't make a option as Daddy rammed his dick so heavy it plunged to the dorsum of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a consequence, my pussy and asshole clenching down on my chum'big hawkshaw. The rubbing increased, my joy swelling as daddy 's huge peter slid down my gullet. His dark shrub 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 little whore,"Daddy growled.

All three of the men of my family fucked me. whoremaster thrust his pelvic arch upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big putz. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my coming building and building in the depths of my snatch. Rick 's prick pounded my asshole, his genitalia smacking over and over into my prat. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and wanton speech sound as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't have got back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst interior of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous coming exploded through me.

I squealed around pop 's dick plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy globe smacked against my chin while my taut cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers'dicks. My flesh massaged them, bringing oink and groan from them. dad 's bridge player tightened in my hair. Wave after Wave of rapture flooded through me.

superstar burst before my eyes.

The delight raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my sexual climax. I moaned about papa 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a little, fucking slut, Anna !"rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my sloppy puss. His hands squeezed my round tits."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll eff you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his cock corrupting my dickhead. Dual spurt of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My human body writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my mind. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in assembly line from now on, you little bratwurst,"snarled Daddy as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His dick twitched. His hot punk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my face pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my gamey holes. The men in my household used my body to overgorge the lecherousness I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tantalise my brothers, my papa, every man in my family as much as possible. They would get to paddle me and do it me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so consummate. I do n't get it on why I pretended to be such a good girl. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three jam slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. hayrick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the floor. Daddy 's rooster slid out of my gullet in the unconscious process. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't know how retentive it was before I felt papa standing over me."strumpet, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go fetch your belted ammunition, Dad,"John the Divine called.

I smiled. I was set up to be disciplined again.

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The chassis smirked. The Bratty panties were a Brobdingnagian succeeder. Already the name 's side by side pair was prepare to go. Bright, cherry red with the letters in sheer blue surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The physique stroked the inscription, smiling. It was fourth dimension to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling scanty ...