Incestuous hareem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing Cousin 's cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for mathematics,"my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her promontory, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to spend it on figuring out sign, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your prep and then throw away it out your bedroom window ?"

"I did that once, bunghole,"she said, giving me a blaze followed up by a light clout on my shoulder."One time. In the one-seventh grade. That was years ago."

"Or four days. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes."I 'll just re-create off your homework."

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

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

But we were in public. It was one matter to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin-german, it was another matter to bear her hand like she was your lady friend. I could n't facilitate staring at the profile of her expression as we walked, her nose a small, cute swelling, her sass pursed. They were pink. air did n't wear down much lip rouge. But she really did n't want it. She had a natural beaut even when she wore let loose tee shirt and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the sloshed clothing like the early young woman at our school, flaunting her physical structure, wanting all the son to look at her.

It was why we had been best friend for as long as either of us could remember. We were both 19, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living succeeding door. I do n't know why our mothers, who were sisters, decided to endure side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with line as a kid. She liked climbing tree, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my best admirer.

And then a twelvemonth 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 tickle her, and our lips bumped.

And we did n't pull in away.

Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every fortune we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mother 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 best Quaker after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my sometime sister was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. Aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it spoilt, and my other first cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was soul I could talk to, share affair with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little shipway of showing warmness around other citizenry that did n't see weird."Because I do n't require to fail."

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

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

My heart and soul beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in world. darn, I wish we were n't on the pavement of our street, our feet crunching on the first off leaves of fall fallen from Mrs Lynch 's Nipponese maple. Why did we give birth to be first cousins ? If she was just the fille following door, we would have fucked already. We could give been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a goddamned virgin.

"fine, I 'll take care of your work-shy ass,"I said, a grin on my sassing, my tone light.

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

My smiling spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underclothes for our make out Roger Sessions. We were flirting secretive 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 prep, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."

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

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

Her smile grew. Her sassing were so kissable. I wondered what spirit of lip polish she wore today. I hoped it was peach. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our sign, the shade of the behemoth chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, green canopy covered most of my thou and a quarter of air 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three tarradiddle, my room in the attic. aunty Vicky 's family was reddish-brown, only two tarradiddle, and smaller.

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

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

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

She licked her lips slowly. My pecker 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 drive. I groaned. She should be at work for another two minute. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

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

I entered the business firm and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and line were a twelvemonth and a few months apart in age. aunty Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat prick she used to date before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or melodic line knew their father as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the skinny 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 get intellectual nourishment at your sign ?"

She ripped the toast from her back talk and stuck her natural language out at me. She may be XVIII, but she acted like she was five. Her black-market hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, vernal physical body. She was slim and had more DOE than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her annoying byname for me."Did you clean up your mess ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and drag her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to dance around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my elder sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight brace of jean shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive titty, the agglomerate jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't stare at my Sister, but when she was built like a brick menage, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her mouth dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the braggart tits in the family. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my baby had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her open midriff tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my grim fuzz back into place. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a grade behind her—a junior That did n't subject. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

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

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the electric refrigerator and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty melodic line. I flushed, my dick curing Why could n't strain dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's rose hip swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a outstanding cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone food market shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"Right,"my sister said with satire, settling on a mound of grape juice. She poured a trash and leaned against the rejoinder watching me sportsmanlike up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread of pelf with the charge card 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 find out me fair if Dad was alive. And he never would birth put up with Lee making a spate and not cleaning it up either. He would birth bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her former hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a textile and wiped the tabulator down. I hated batch. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a theatre is a manifestation of its master. A fresh house meant a man who was in care, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure as shooting his minor did their chore.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's bounder clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her line skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde tomentum in a mussy bun. The roots of her fuzz were dark-black. She did n't outwear a good deal makeup or did more than with her whisker than drag it back into a bun these day. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner party ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the down in the mouth 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.

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

"You 're too timeworn to fudge any night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meal. So did I. Ordering pizza pie or Chinese or substitute got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

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

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her trash of grape succus and set it down on the parry two fundament from the sink.

"You going to rinse off that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you shape at Dairy Queen dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store,"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 weeks 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 otiose cow. I grabbed her field glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The social movement threshold opened a mo later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grinning on her face and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's shabu. If I did n't wash it, the Methedrine would just stick around on the damned counterpunch all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would larrup Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the stud,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short skirt and thigh-high, heeled boots. I smelled her essence as she leaned against the comeback."How you doing ?"

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

It was aunty Vicky 's class. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken division instruct by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

"Your hair 's ruffled,"Stefani said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the outline of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by char I could n't do anything with ? Sexy women. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a motion on her Charles Herbert Best Friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

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

I took a deeply breath."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her greens oculus burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.

tune should wear perfume.

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

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

She hooked my babe 's arm and the distich strode out."Later, spirt,"called my sister.

I almost threw her glassful to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a fucking petty boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front doorway closed.

I put her deoxyephedrine into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the onus. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoe ringing on the hardwood offset. Dad put hardwood flooring throughout all the theatre for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. Show them you 're ready to hand, skilled. Women like knowing their men are handy. sustain 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 peter since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the moment floor hall and crossed it to the attic stairs. My little sis 's threshold opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the exclusively member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her Methedrine absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

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

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bath, her eyes locked on her 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 years. What few friends she did birth seemed to suffer fallen away.

tinker's dam, maybe I should verbalize to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the step to the attic. My sleeping room took up half of it, the other was entrepot filled with composition board box full of Dec 25 decorations, old dress, and the usual dust any family accumulates over the old age. My door was the one on the left field at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

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

I should start on the homework. Melody would be here soon, but it had been a long calendar week, a long month.

A long serial publication of month.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight cooler top, shivering at how it molded to my breast. 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 show my teat to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an aroused lovingness through my pussy as my pelvic girdle shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one post our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make eff to him. To have him as my commencement man. Our kinship was forbidden, doomed. We were first of all full cousin. 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 DeWitt Clinton had been. Dark hair's-breadth, broad shoulders, muscular figure, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my pelvis, wishing I owned a duo of taut jeans to show off my curvature. I know he liked mean jeans. He could n't help but attend at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her rigorous jeans or short circuit, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my best admirer have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could make do it. We could hold men and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my mouth, tasting the flavor—it was n't my preferred, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my venter twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could string up out with him. Be with him.

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

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

Girl had too much energy.

spokesperson came from the kitchen. My mom and aunt Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of tweed wine in my auntie 's hand. A box of punk wine-colored set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

"Hey, aunty 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 lastly weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my optic."Just heading next doorway. Clint and I have schoolwork to process on."

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

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

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

"Oh, Clint would n't bear in mind,"aunty Cheryl said."He 's a gentleman like his father."She took a long potable of her wine-colored."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so sluttish for Clint and I to use up that concluding footprint in our relationship, to cut across the product line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire life-time running around together. I had slept in his elbow room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that intellection, my cheek 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 somebody became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine-coloured glass in aunt Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the concluding rays of fair weather by the pocket billiards, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. auntie Cheryl was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom 's sleeping accommodation. Maybe we should take in an interference or something for aunty Cheryl ?

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

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Clint Elliston

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

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

We were in the kitchen. It was a batch, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."thing are slipping through the scissure, Son. Your female parent and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean star sign ?"

"Discipline, Dad,"I said. I was cognizant I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot missy ? Or melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"Melody. Girl 's had a puppy love on you since you were Thomas Kyd. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her."

"Everyone ?"My brass burned.

"So why have n't you relieve oneself your movement ? She 's ripe."

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

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

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

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a char cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll want to delight you back. She 'll give suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her mother fucker. Be unassailable, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a strong subject area with your women."

"piece of ass, Dad."

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

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

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

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

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. display military capability, 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 mother could use a intemperate fucking."Dad gave me a grave look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was unassailable for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were yobbo. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.

"Especially air. You love her. She loves you. effective enough reason to take her in helping hand and fuck her."

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

"Another girl in penury of a man to keep her in line,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. wee-wee me proud, Son."

The audio of my chamber doorway opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my tool painfully hard in my dungaree. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to have intercourse all the fair sex in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the mountain of my first cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulders, the thin fabric was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

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

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

Dad 's Book in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra ? Her round tit were molded by the cloth. She may as well be naked. Her teat hard, her impertinence flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

Strength ... Confidence ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her parole when I seized her jeans by the bang cringle and pulled her ending to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye stage. I let go of her belt loops, my helping hand sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, liberate, sandy-blonde hair falling about her font. She had showered and smelled tonic, a breath of child powder and the coconut of her body wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

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

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouthpiece met. Apricot adorned her backtalk. afters and whore at the Saami time. I groaned, kissing my cousin-german hard as she priming coat on my cock. I could feel her mamilla against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were fatheaded, fat, so backbreaking. She sighed into the osculation, lips parting as my spit thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family unit. But Melody ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her trunk. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

She felt how intemperately 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 brain as I kissed Clint, his brass rough with stubble, his men firm as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My pap tingled as they rubbed against my tank car top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my backtalk. He was so strong, so positive. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my bang loops. No disinclination. So bold.

My cousin-german was such a sexy stud.

And then his men moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my sleeve over my head and baring my knocker 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.

"shit, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my business firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my give tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my heavily mamilla."Damn, those are nice."

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

And then his sassing latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling Rush radiating from my chest. My subdivision tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heating boiling in my pussy 's profoundness. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

"Clint,"I groaned, shuddering on him."Oh, wow, Clint. That 's ... .oh, that 's skillful. That 's ... Yes !"

His prick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he prominent than the average guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fright 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 charge warm on my defenseless peel, radiating the absorbed trunk heat from his nap. My knocker 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 raw trunk. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the trading floor, his chest rippling, 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 pap, the like 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 courteous when you sucked on mine."

"wellspring, yours are precious than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his brim to my ripe teat. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my coxa twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingerbreadth 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 eye met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't traverse him. Not the aphrodisiac man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My blue jean popped unfold. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedroom floor. I was down to wearing only my black step-in. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of little holes made a centre in the nominal head, my blond pubic hairs peeking through.

"Damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my aphrodisiacal underwear, stroking the high 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 legs as he rolled my panties down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underclothing off. My thigh pressed tight, hiding my pussycat. A wave of hot, block lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his finger's breadth. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hand. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my second joint, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my second joint shut. But I could n't. separate of me wanted him to search. And as embarrassing as his regard 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 ready, Clint."

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jean, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his packer. His shaft popped out. It was my turning to stare enraptured at the heap of my 1st live dick. It was so different than the depiction I had seen on the cyberspace. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a maze of dark coil, overweight Ball dangling beneath. The tip was knock, legato like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the girls at school called it. He was getting make for sex.

Ready to make have sex to me.

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

"sexual love you, tonal pattern,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thighs. Shivers rushed up my body."Love you so very much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't do. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm prepare. take up me. nominate 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 swain who wanted to take in a cock sucking or have sex but did n't want to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his side 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 flock. A tremor ran through my body as my cousin-german licked at my slit again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent shivers racing through my soundbox. My succus leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His manus wrapped about my second joint, pulling my slit tight against his lips.

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His spit was marvelous. The boisterous feel of his lips against my medium build sent ripples radiating through my physical structure. I buzzed with fervour, squirming, ineffectual to help myself.

"You taste serious, line,"he groaned."Delicious."

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

His spit lapped at my maidenhead, brushing the tegument covering the entrance to my kitty-cat. My consistence squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eagre 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 there."

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to dig something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub pellet bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his back talk, my head swimming with the charge of his knife. He sucked hard on it. My cunt clenched.

The delight swelled.

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

My body bucked. My kitty-cat spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome cousin made me cum. My forefront snapped back as my body bucked. My fingerbreadth sank into my business firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my back talk. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. joy danced across my thoughts as his rim kept sucking. My succus flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

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

And he moved. He rose over me, so hefty and strong. My blazonry grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His tool nudged my slit. His center burned as he kissed me heavy. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted confection and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His cock pressed on the entrance of my cunt. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his brim. This was really happening.

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

Clint Elliston

line 's kitty was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the pennant of my dick. She was a Virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my cleaning lady. To love her and joy her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right wing. She had cum backbreaking when I went down on her, and now she was eagre to induce her cherry red popped. She wanted me to make honey to her. My middle beat 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 cock. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin district. I broke the osculation with Melody, groaning her public figure as her cockeyed, hot, sleek, wet, amaze, stupendous physical body engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her consistency undulated beneath me. I savored the tone of her. Nineteen year had brought us to this rattling moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her snatch. Her figure was hot and silken. It caressed my hawkshaw. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the Lapplander again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My sum beat faster and faster as our physical structure moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my dorsum, clutching to me as our lingua danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"strain,"I groaned, breaking the buss."You 're mine. My girl."

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

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

"And you 're so big."Her articulation squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm sword lily I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this rooster. I feel you in me so deep."A smile crossed her lip, wide of awe."I 'm your lady friend, Clint. Your girl."

audience my cousin say that made me groan. My rosehip thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her build. The tip of my peter ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and Sir Thomas More I wanted to cum. The more it had to detonate out of me and into her. Was she on nascency control ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my epithet again. The massage insistency of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hip. There was no stopping me now. I would break loose in my cousin 's depths.

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

My orb unloaded. bam after blast of cum scene into her. I grunted with each eructation. Her pussy milked my shaft. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every in conclusion spurt of my seed. Each one sent a sinewy fusillade of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my brain. Stars exploded before my oculus as my vision swam.

It was marvellous to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I did n't give care that incest was faulty. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my cleaning woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every net driblet before I collapsed on her.

keeping her.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several minutes. I could palpate her center 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 mixed together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and afters. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my breast, her blond curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make making love to my first cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you have in mind when you said your dad was compensate about us having sex ? Did Uncle Clinton talk to you ... before ..."

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

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

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking guardianship 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 ?"

"Good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to adopt it."

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

"Uncle Clinton was a smart man."

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

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

"Nothing,"I said.

"Nope, I want to fuck everything about this wonderful dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a strong smell as I stood up into the dormer window window and peered out it. I could see my menage 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and auntie Vicky were sunning by the pond adjacent door at strain 's house, catching the last electron beam of the Sep sun in their two-piece 's, large tit constrained by slight cloth.

Damn, 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 putz as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... fuck early char, too."

"other women ?"melodic line threw a look over her shoulder."What ? chess on me ? Or have a troika ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a apprehension in her voice."You would deliver a deuce-ace with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my weaponry around her. My bridge player slid up her belly, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. My hardening putz popped between her second joint, rubbing at her mussy snatch."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 have it off the heavily ?"

She shook her head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my putz. I moved it, guiding it to her snatch. bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

"Damn,"groaned melodic phrase, her pussycat clenching on my tool."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 hips shaking."I ca n't trust I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her principal and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their question together over the slope of the sofa chairperson and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my first cousin 's cunt as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was null sisterly about the kiss.

"Holy shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...