Incestuous Harem
Chapter Six : Disciplining My Bratty Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

Melody 's blonde hair danced about her berm as she looked around the food market computer memory parking lot. We were between the family 's SUV and a large, green pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored ice lolly in my hand, a longsighted, slender tube of royal ice wrapped in plastic. My cock throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my minuscule Sister 's face. Alicia stood beside air, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her chocolate-brown hair in pigtails.

"Someone 's going to see,"Melody complained as her deal went to her jeans'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half-sister, sound supporter, lover, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The slide fastener rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the undefendable fly. She wore no scanty. Those were in my pocket. I took them from all three inside the shop while we shopped.

"Maybe,"I told her."And that makes you wet."

"You know it does, asshole,"Melody said, though there was a playful catch to her Holy Scripture. She was a romp even if she was dressing so sexy the stopping point few 24-hour interval. We had grown up together, best friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our female parent, who were sisters, were my dad 's lovers. Melody and her sister Lee were actually my half-sisters.

And now that I was man of the theatre, I wanted to own them all.

"Do you like the trim look, Sir ?"my slavish female parent asked, standing behind me as melodic line wiggled her jeans off her hips.

"Do you, big chum ?"Alicia asked, her eighteen-year-old representative so Whitney Moore Young Jr. and girlish. With her pigtails and pink, frilly dress, she looked even younger than she was.

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should have a bald cunt. That would make you such a good, little sister."

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her dungaree down to her knees and held out her helping hand."okeh, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my scoop and pulled out the pair of gray-headed step-in I had confiscated from her."You need these to trap the juices in."

"You just want to see me disrobe naked in the parking lot,"she accused."Maybe I should just pop off my tank top and let everyone see my integral body."

"What do you think, Princess ?"I asked Alicia while my dick ached.

"I think big sister wants that."

"I do, too."I ginned at Melody, loving the way she shuddered. Her mamilla were so hard, poking at the material. She wore no bra and her turn breasts molded to the framework. With a shudder, she ripped it off and held it out to me.

I arched an brow at the proffer top, her bosom jiggling as she shivered, her dusky nipple stocky nubs. Such a mix of submission and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

I took her tank top from her."You 're welcome."

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her fag, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smell her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoe and wiggled her jean down past her articulatio genus. Juices trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my paw between her thighs, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, frozen with her denim on around her ankles. I pushed a finger inside her silky depth as I tore open the plastic electron tube of the lollipop with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

"Because I 'm naked and anyone can see me,"she moaned, her hip joint wiggling. She fucked back onto my fingerbreadth."You know what this does to me, do n't you ?"

"Of path. You love it. You want me to parade you around naked. Maybe wearing a shoe collar and a dog tag interpretation, 'Clint 's # 1 Bitch .'I bet you would enjoy that."

Her pussy clenched on my fingers."Yes,"she moaned. footfall crunched on the asphalt A car door opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. earn me walk around school that way. Let everyone do it I 'm yours, Clint."

sense of hearing her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her snatch and pushed out the ice lolly from its sheath. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen treat into the astuteness of her snap. Her long, low moan made my dick throb.

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melodic line Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold Popsicle slid into my cunt. It was n't buddy-buddy, but I felt it. My twat clenched about it. The shivering almost hurt. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my cutis as it worked bass and profoundly into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my step-in on the terra firma."Better rushing before it all thaw in that disappear cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the succus already trickling down my second joint."Going to smash my favorite panties."

"You bought them for my pleasance,"Clint told me, his hired man squeezing my ass. The flaring pain reminded me of his spanking. That he owned me. That I would let him deflower all my panties.

"Yes,"I moaned, quickly stepping out of my jeans and yanking up my panties.

My breasts jiggled as I straightened up. Behind Alicia, a guy walked by looking at his phone. He passed the gap between the two vehicle, and I heard his footfall pause. I froze, wondering if he would descend back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my pussycat clenching down on the melt Popsicle, my panties growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

"You want him to see you,"Alicia whispered, staring up at me in awed shock. She pushed up her glasses.

"I do, Cupcake,"I whispered back. I trembled, waiting. But then the man kept walking. I could hear everyone sigh. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my frisson growing worse. My short kitty grew numb from the cold. It was ... something I had to endure, for Clint. And that made it even more wonderful. extra. I was putting up with this freezing beam shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me desire to frig my clit.

I snagged my cooler top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half brother. He had such a grin on his handsome grimace. Behind him, my busty Aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smiling, her eyes wax of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a back Popsicle, red. He held it and a pair of pinko, frilly, girlish panties. Alicia let out a startle yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

"You want to be a good, trivial sister, right ?"Clint asked her, his voice hindquarters."I can get out you over my lap and spank you for the full parking lot to see and hear if you don't."

She shook her head word, pigtails dancing."No, big brother."

"Then lift that skirt."He ripped open the plastic.

I giggled, still shivering from the coldness."He chose cherry for you, Cupcake. I think Clint wants to relive enjoying your Virgo delight."

"Maybe, big sister,"Alicia said. She glanced at me, biting her lip. She had only just found out about our true relationship.

I took her manus, squeezing it, loving the way she smiled at me. I was Clint 's number one sex slave, the one he loved the most, but Alicia was clearly coming in as a close moment. I could n't blame him. She was so cute. So innocent. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very affectation begging such blue acts to be performed on her body.

She lifted her skirt with her barren helping hand, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her tight slit. She gasped, hazel oculus widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our piffling babe 's kitty. She squirmed her hips. He broke off the end then held her panty for her to step into. He pulled them up her svelte legs slowly while Alicia 's teeth chattered, a red bead of juice trickling down her pale, inner thigh, meeting her girlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her scanty about her hips and pussy. He leaned in, giving her a ready kiss on her pubic mound.

"I know,"I told her, squirming. My thighs pressed tight as more of the grape Popsicle melted in me. But it was still so inhuman. I shivered again.

Clint pulled out the third one, orange feel, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt."jostle it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot cunt cooled."

She had no hesitation. No questions. She was wholly given over to being dominated by her son. It was what she needed. She did n't need him to roll in the hay her as anything More than a son loves his female parent or a master copy cares for his slave. She did n't need the admittedly philia Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any wavering, to swallow all my fears and just present myself fully to Clint 's program line. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a diminutive section of me that made me mouth off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

"It 's so cold,"Alicia moaned."Big Brother, please, it 's numbing me."

He lifted her chin."And you 're naughty pussy is hot enough to take up it, fiddling babe. combine your big brother."

"Okay,"she said, tears brimming in her eyes."I will."

"cum on, Cupcake,"I told her."We can stick out together while our blood brother 's cock stays rock hard. He 's a jerk that way."

Clint laughed, and I gave him a ignite puncher on the arm. That only made him smile more.

"Ladies, back fanny. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to feast on when we get home."He licked his backtalk."I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch."

"Yes, mummy 's brewing up just the luscious treat for her big boy."

The drive home was excruciating. Even aunty Cheryl squirmed, her face clenching at the cold, numbing mussiness in her pussy. And yet it was strangely commove. My clit ached, and my nipples were so hard. And, slowly, the finisher we got home, the More and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The to a greater extent and more my pussycat needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my hands rubbing at my jeans. A with child, wet smear had soaked through my panties and the denim, spreading the poise liquid down my legs. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grin on his case. We did this for him. Three cleaning woman suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me corneous. Made me wrestle between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

"campaign faster, Clint,"I moaned."I need you to lick this out of me. Oh, god, so badly."

"Because you need to cum ? Or because you ca n't stand the cold ?"

"Both,"I moaned, my purulent clenching. The Popsicle was in pieces now, melting faster and faster. My cunt spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

"Yes, big brother,"moaned Alicia, tears falling down her cheeks, making her tone so cute. I put an arm around her."I need to cum so badly. Oh, please, please. I do n't get it. The cold has me so hot. It almost burns."

"You 're just well-chosen to submit to him,"aunty Cheryl moaned."That 's what makes you hot. Your body needs this, Alicia. You need him to make you do things you would never do on your own. You need to hit him happy. It brings you such joy."

"Yes,"I moaned."screwing, Clint."I humped the air, the seat belt fighting to keep me down."Faster. fastness. Jesus, drive like you do when you play Grand larceny Auto."

"Running over walker on the pavement ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in pile ? That wo n't get us there faster."

My toes curled in my shoes. The last bit of the popsicle melted. The finis bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.

And then we were in the private road. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the Bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. Aunt Chery 's bleached-blonde tress brushed my born blond lock chamber.

"Clint,"I moaned."Do n't just take in us. Please, please, thrash us. Eat your desserts."

"Please. ma needs her big, unattackable son to eat her out first."

"I need it, big brother."

I tightened my arm on Alicia."Look at her, Clint. She needs it badly."

"So I should eat her cunt out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our little sister with athirst eyes.

"Yes !"I trembled, squirming more, ripping off my seatbelt.

"You choose, Sir."Aunt Cheryl squeezed her bombastic breasts stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console table with athletic ease. There was enough room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her wench. Her pink scanty were a red mickle, the juice soaked through the genitals and reaching up to her waistband. more than juice coated her thighs with smears of red. The odour of unreal cherry and fresh kitty filled my nose.

"darn, that looks ripe,"Clint groaned."What do you say, Princess ?"

"P-please eat the cherry joy I made for you, big brother,"she moaned, her back arching."Please."

Clint yanked down her scanty. The juices matted her chocolate-brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her tight twat lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in joy as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my second joint together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her kitty-cat, diving deep. He swirled it around, his finger's breadth spreading her heart-to-heart. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.

"Big brother,"she moaned, her mind tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My pussy clenched in sympathy I wanted that very Lapplander treatment. I wanted to have my pussy licked out. I bit my mouth, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fist as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

She humped her pussy against his face. Her hands found her mammilla through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her orgasm. I could n't think how fast it was coming on her.

"Big pal,"she screamed out, her second joint clamped about his head.

"Cum on his mouth, cupcake,"I moaned, biting my lip.

"Oh, you 're so beautiful, sweetheart,"auntie Cheryl groaned.

"Thanks, mammy,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed."Big buddy ! Yes ! I love you ! Thank you !"She slumped in her seat, gasping for breathing spell, her aspect flushed.

"That was hot,"I groaned."Cupcake, you were so sexy."

"Uh-huh,"Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy succus. He cupped Alicia 's fount as he leaned up and planted a hot kiss on her lips. She shuddered, optic fluttering closed, her trunk shaking. She got almost as much pleasance from the kiss as the puss licking.

And then Clint released her and glanced at me."Let 's see what grape enthrall tastes like."

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my blue jean. I lifted my ass off the can and labor jeans and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his knee joint before me."Eat me. I need it. God, this was so fucking hot. I 'm numb and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my dungaree and panties down to my ankles and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my cunt. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't care. I clenched my asleep sheath, trying to hold in his goody as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my trim vulva. It was so hot against my dusty bod, almost burning. I spasmed from the chroma. It was such a dividing line. He licked again, this clock time up to my clit before diving into my cold folds, gathering the grape-infused kitty-cat juices. He groaned while I shuddered.

"Clint,"I moaned as he licked again. And again.

My numb flesh came alive beneath his spit. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the tail as his tongue thrust into the depths of my puss, caressing my frozen fresh, returning warmness to my snatch while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his sass. I could pick up him swallow.

"Yes, yes, love your sweet,"I moaned, humping into his face. My clit throbbed. The joy swelled through me.

My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more than joy than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jolts made my soundbox thrash. My head tossed back and Forth, Alicia and aunty Cheryl smiling at me.

"Cum on his face, big sister."Alicia snuggled closer, brim stained red from Clint 's kiss.

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her deal touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint 's lingua reamed into the depth of my pussycat. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and gasp. I fucked my bitch against his knife, the pressure building in my astuteness. Every stroke of his tongue made me shiver."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"auntie Cheryl moaned, her manus cupping my bosom through my cooler top. She pinched my pap."Cum."

I bucked and shuddered. This was so howling. I could n't await until Zoey, my mom, and even bratty Lee were all Clint 's. An orgy of the family, all serving the man of the house, loving him and each former, doing all the tight thing he wanted us to do.

Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my organic structure to everyone, all the guy cable staring at my flesh with luxuria, wishing they owned me. My brass red with the humiliation as all the girlfriend whispered,"Slut."

My thighs clamped about Clint 's rima oris. I came.

My aching twat spasmed, forcing the grape vine juices deep in my pussy into Clint 's hungry lip. He drank the flood of sweet twat cream and grapeshot juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my brain. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. This treat. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

His night heart looked up at me from between my thigh. I felt the commanding dearest. I stared back at him and moaned,"Yours !"

It was the most bang thing I could say to him.

Clint rose as my consistency shuddered, the riffle of pleasure growing softer, lapping at my mind instead of crashing into it. He cupped my nerve and leaned in."I love you, slut."

"passion you, asshole,"I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The world faded around me in that moment as my brother, superior, and boyfriend loved me. His tongue danced with mine. I savored the grape feel of my pussy.

And then he broke the kiss, his forehead resting on mine."I 'm going to paddle you tonight for being such a chic mouth."

"Good,"I moaned."Do n't let me get away with it. Then you really would be an asshole."

He kissed me one more time and then slid down to his mother.

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Clint Elliston

"What have you got for me, Mommy-slut ?"I asked as I pushed up her chick. Her panties were soaked orange. The tart, citrus perfume desegregate with her spicy pussy. I licked my mouth, hungry for one more sweet. cherry and grape were terrific. I hoped orange tree was just as good.

"Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,"she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties'sash."Just for her big, hard son."

I loved hearing her say those words. My mother was my slovenly woman. She would do anything I told her.

"pull them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her rightful hair coloring material, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of orange tree slush. Her thick pussy lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the tart smack. I licked harder, diving into her pussy faithful, finding the spicy musk mixed with her bawd passion.

I sealed my mouth on her kitty-cat, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused cunt emollient. It poured into my mouth. I gulped it down, my hands seizing her ass, gripping it. Her enceinte knocker jiggled in her dress.

My mom was a MILF.

My cock ached so hard in my denim. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my women. But I was firm. I was in controller. I would give my women the pleasure they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their optic. It made them happy when I took charge. It was a gift they gave me.

And one I could n't shout by being a selfish shit. If I made them happy, they would make me well-chosen. It was a two-part exchange.

"Oh, yes, my big, strong son is eating mammy 's kitty-cat,"she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut."Eat every drop. Mommy needs to feed her son."

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,"groaned melody."rightfulness, Cupcake ?"

"Yeah,"Alicia said, her words flaccid, subdued.

"I bet it 's making your little pussy hot, Cupcake."melody pulled our minuscule sister onto her lap, her hand sliding up beneath Alicia 's annulus."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"strain purred.

Alicia shuddered beside me, her body shivering as I heard line 's fingerbreadth sink into hot, wet snatch. I groaned, my peter throbbing harder, my tongue licking faster, gathering all the orange succus out of my mom 's cunt I could.

She groaned louder, humping against my brass while Alicia panted and Melody nibbled on her cervix. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her puss. Her juice flowed into my lip, the orange smell diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

"Yes, yes, mammy 's son is strong. He has three women all panting after him."

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

"Yes, my sister is aching for it. She 's so mad she 's stuck at schoolhouse coaching debate."

tonal pattern gave a foul giggle while I pictured aunty Vicky. She was two years my mom 's junior, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the harem. She was wish mom, a submissive fornicatress in need of a master.

"I 'm going to fuck your sister tonight,"I growled at Mom between licks."I 'm going to ram my dick into her cunt. And you 're going to be there watching."

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, make her a fornicatress. She needs it."Mom reason her puss on my brass."Yes, yes, Mommy wants to view her big, strong son fuck her sister and her daughters and her nieces. Mommy wants you to get laid them all."

The SUV rocked as Mom spasmed. Her orgasm surged through her. Juices squirted into my sass. I gulped them down. They flowed over my Chin and spilled down my neck. I was such a sticky mess, and I loved it. I made all my adult female cum.

"nookie,"I growled, lifting my face from Mom 's snatch, watching her cramp."LET get the groceries put away so I can bed each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."Mommy pauperism something big than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the sugar so crispy, the bomb had a tip of smoky delight, and the cheese ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the dinero was a rich, whole caryopsis. I moaned as I sat at the island rejoinder in Aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so sharp-set after my ten mile run at the common. I took another insect bite, groaning in delight.

A muckle surrounded me. kale and lucre crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a heavy splotch of mayonnaise on the sideboard. My legs kicked as I took another snack, pes thudding against the island. The front man door rattled, and I tensed. Someone was coming home.

Was it Clint ? He would be so mad when he saw the mess. He was soooo restive about keeping the house clean. I did n't a lot see the level in doing any of that. Clint liked cleaning up, and I hated it. So why should I do it when he would just do it anyways ?

I took another bite as the pace echoed. More than one person was home. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His Scripture trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of Brown, paper food market bags wrapped up in his, admittedly, unattackable weapon system. His eyes narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Clinton. He looked a lot like his idle dad, Sami dark tomentum, Saame good face.

"I see you 've made a batch, Lee,"he said, words stern.

"Uh-huh, Lint,"I said and took another snack of my sandwich. I chewed loudly. I called him Lint because that was how annoying he was. Behind him came my annoying sister melodic line. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to jump his pearl. I grinned at her through a mouthful of food.

auntie Cheryl and Alicia followed, both holding more than grocery. Aunt Cheryl froze."Lee, what did you do to my kitchen ?"

"Made dejeuner,"I said as I chewed."Starving."

"You are bell to strip up this great deal,"Clint said, setting the grocery base on the far end of the counter,"by the time I finish getting the groceries."

"And if I do n't, what are you going to do, Lint ?"

His face twitched."I 'm going to bend you over my knee, rip down your short and panties, and spank your ass while my mom, your sister, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laugh."right, like aunt Cheryl would let you do that."

"He 's the man of the sign of the zodiac now, dear,"Aunt Cheryl said."Just like your Uncle DeWitt Clinton was before him."

I blinked at that and took another bite of my sandwich. Uncle President Clinton absolutely would have spanked my ass for making a slew and not cleaning it up. But he was dead six calendar month. No one did anything to me now. I could do what I want.

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get to a greater extent groceries while my cousin, aunty, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, Melody with an eager smile on her mouth, Alicia 's doe eyes wide behind her glasses like she was blow I was n't following his gild, and auntie Cheryl with a mystifying smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't have the ball to postdate through on his threats.

He walked in with the next load. I gave him a big grin and took the last bite of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A tingle ran through me. When had he nonplus such a spine ? I could almost believe that he could paddle me.

Which was pathetic. He was only a year older than me.

On his future trip, I was sucking my fingerbreadth clean of a few drop curtain of leaf mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the crapper, eager for him to eat up delivery in the groceries.

"One more trip,"he told me.

"Good,"I nodded."Got to get all the grocery store in. Do n't want them to go bad."

"I 'm going to enjoy spanking your ass, Lee."

"auntie Cheryl wo n't let you, Lint,"I said and stuck out my natural language at him.

"I will,"she said, pulling cans of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the cupboard."And if you keep calling him Lint, he 'll really spank you."

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a Brobdingnagian grinning on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a convention girl instead of her tomboy dress. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

"Does it smell like Kool-Aid ?"I blinked.

"Oh, we ate some Popsicles in the car,"line said, turning to me.

I blinked, the entire crotch of her denim was sinister."Did you piss yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's right at that,"aunt Cheryl said, a gruff tone to her voice.

What was going on ? None of them were acting normal. I mean, I know my babe was wet for Clint, but she and the idiot tried to veil it from the sept instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few times, rubbing my crotch. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an edgy jerk. But what was up with Alicia and auntie Cheryl ?

Melody sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her optic staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the family ? She was such a nerd, always reading her silent Christian Bible. And Aunt Cheryl ... She clearly knew about Melody and Clint and ... approved ?

"What is going on ?"I demanded."Why are you three acting so strange ?"

"Clint 's finally suit the man of the mansion,"Aunt Cheryl said with a grinning that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the survive two sacking of groceries, set them down on the counter, and fixed his eyes on me."I see you did n't houseclean up your mess."

"Nope,"I said, hopping off the stool."Have fun cleaning it up for me, Lint."He would n't spank me.

I sauntered past my sis and Alicia, walking to the end of the island. I fixed Clint with a big smile as I went to walk past him. He would n't spank me. He could n't.

And then his hand grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to see up at him, his eyes so potent, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It 's fourth dimension you understood that you are a part of this family, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we clean house up your messes or do your chores."

"Make me,"I said, defiance surging through me."You don't—"

He yanked on my hair's-breadth. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my hands scratching at his wrists. I spit like a furious cat.

"Let me go, dick ! aunt Cheryl ! supporter ! Clint 's picking on me !"

"You brought this on yourself, dear,"Aunt Cheryl purred."And do n't pretend you do n't need this. That you have n't been pushing Clint to see if he would bend you over his articulatio genus and spank you. I know how much you liked it when my husband would do it."

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know ? I did n't understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle President Clinton spanked me. It started a few long time back. It did n't matter if it was bare bottom, through my panties, or my jeans, my pussycat grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my buttock burning with humiliation for being treated like a picayune girl, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the lounge, everyone watching, that warm itchiness began in my twat. This was even more humiliating than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At to the lowest degree he had spanked me since I was a short girl. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year elderly than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll cleanse it up. I will. You do n't own to do this."My rosehip squirmed. My kitty-cat grew wetter as I begged.

"Nope,"Clint said."You need to understand your place."

"Yep,"Melody nodded, marching right behind us."Spank her ass hard, Clint. She needs discipline."

"Oh, you bitch,"I hissed at my sister.

"Hey,"Clint snarled, ira crossing his face for the number one sentence."You do n't blab out to your baby like that. You respect her and hump her. Like you respect and love the rest of your family. But if you want to be a brat, we 'll handle you like one."

He yanked down my jogging underdrawers, the stretchy stuff bunching around my articulatio genus. I trembled as his hands seized my plain pantie. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, blacken bush adorning my pudenda.

My boldness went crimson. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin-german. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and yank me over his lap like I was a footling girl. My buttock burned with shame."layover this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

"Then why do you act like one ?"His left hand pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my naked ass.

My Virgo pussy clenched at his touched. A wave of shameful heat jibe through me. My eubstance liked his soupcon. Melody sat beside him and pulled my stage over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my former cheek.

What was going on here ? My pussycat clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thigh. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach revolt and falling and ...

Clint was hard.

My cousin had a throbbing erection. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was hard ... for me. He wanted to spank me. What was going on ? He was molesting me, and Aunt Cheryl was n't do anything to stop it.

She was watching, standing side by side to Alicia, their eyes both on me.

"Spank her naughty ass,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her vox so husky."Do it. Show her how strong you are."

Alicia nodded her point, her voice a low whisper,"Yes, big brother."

"Spank her ass,"hissed melodic line, her mitt squeezing my other cheek. They were all in on this.

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my venter twisting with humiliation. They all wanted to see me treated like a little little girl. I wanted to melt into a puddle of pity. My pussy was growing so wet.

"First, Melody gets to paddle you five times for calling her a squawk,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me wiggle, my pussycat growing hotter."Then I will spank you ten multiplication for making a stack. You will look them out and give thanks us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my brass burning. Now my Sister would spank me ? My older, kick of a sister ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed Melody, pressing finisher to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes widened.

"You 're fucking him !"I accused.

"Yep,"she said and slammed her hand down hard on my ass.

I gasped, bucking as the pain and chagrin shot through me. My babe just spanked my ass on Clint 's bid. My second joint squeezed tight, my clitoris aching. The thunder reverberated through the life room. Alicia bit her lip. aunty Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

"You 're supposed to say something, Lee,"Melody said, not hiding the hilarity in her voice.

"No !"

Spank !

cranny !

Spank !

Smack !

Slap !

They came fast, hard, her paw smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the hotness burn across my anatomy. I felt five of them. Which made six in entire. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on fervency, my pussy dripping juices.

"Clint said five. That was six."I swallowed the bitch I wanted to add.

"You did n't reckon,"she grinned."So they did n't count."

nip !

"Oh, god,"I shuddered, the heat flaring through my ass. I clenched my burning butt-cheeks, shuddering."Please, do n't form me say this, Clint."

"It 's character of your punishment,"he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard cock. He felt so big beneath his denim. Uncle Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

"Fine,"I huffed."One, thank you, Melody."I put all my derision into saying the words.

Smack !

I yelped in infliction again, both my butt-cheeks combustion. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her consistence shift, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so corrupting. Why did that piddle my pussy even wetter ?

"Two,"I moaned, hating the words, my twat clenching."Thank you, Melody."God, it sucked saying those words.

Crack !

"hoot, not so hard,"I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

"It 's your punishment,"she cooed."And what do you say ?"

"Three, thank you, Melody."snag trickled down my boldness. juice leaked out of my pussycat. Why was I so turned on ?

Crack !

"Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"five-spot, thank you, Melody,"I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to inter my nerve into the my hands and hide from everyone 's watching eyes.

"You 're welcome, Lee,"she said, stroking my ass."Now what do you say ?"

"I ..."I did n't know what to say.

"Why did I spank you ?"Her hand squeezed my suffer ass.

I gasped, bucked."I 'm sorry for calling you a bitch."

"You 're forgiven."She slid her bridge player down my thigh."Now the literal fun begins."

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. nuisance exploded in my ass. Clint 's mitt was adult and move harder. My poor soma stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in pain, the tear flowing faster. My virgin twat clenched so hard.

Why did it feel so good ?

"One, thank you, Clint,"I moaned, shuddering. Saying those words, feeling his turncock, was so demeaning and yet ... They felt right.

Smack !

His hand fell even harder, landing on my other butt-cheek. I clenched them both, squirming, my pussy brimming with pain. line 's hand shifted on my thigh, pushing between them, her touch so soothing.

"Two, thank you, Clint,"I sobbed, bust pouring down my cheeks.

Crack !

"Three, thank you, Clint !"My clit tingled. The hotness gathered in my pussy, the infliction transforming into something different.

Slap !

"Four, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my head. tingle ran through my body. It felt ... good. Like the luxuriously I reached while jogging, my branch electrocution, my sides aching, my heart beating.

Smack !

"Five !"I screamed out, the pain and pleasure washing through my mind. They were linked, flipping from one to the other.

strain 's hired man crept up my thighs.

Crack !

"Six !"I moaned, grinding on his severe tool. He was throbbing for me. He wanted me.

Melody 's digit brushed the wet curls of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

savour !

My bucking dead body rubbed my hot cunt on my sister 's digits. pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging bother from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this flavor so skilful ?

"heptad, thank you, Clint !"

My sister stroked my pussycat."Oh, she 's dripping wet, Clint. The piffling slut is getting off on this."

Her row were so humiliating. My Sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. Aunt Cheryl and Alicia watched, their centre so hungry. They licked their brim. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.

My bitch clenched.
Crack !

"Eight !"I screamed, air rubbing harder at my kitty."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my body. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in front of everyone. They would all watch. They would all know I was a slut.

Smack !

"Nine !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. Melody rubbed harder at my clit. The virtuoso rushed through me."Thank you, Clint !"

I trembled. I was on the cusp of something amazing. Something I had never experienced Something truly special.

I heard the air whoosh as Clint 's hand crashed down for the final spanking. I tensed, eagre. The loud gap echoed through the elbow room. The pain blastoff through my offend ass, slamming straight to my virgin pussy. tonal pattern 's digit rubbed at my clit, the Muriel Spark from her finger crashing into the pain.

"Ten !"I screamed as my orgasm exploded in the depth of my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

Such humiliating joy jibe through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin-german 's lap, my sister 's fingers stroking my pussy. They all heard the screams of pleasure exploding from my mouth. Not pain.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my mind. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my school principal swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, star exploding across my physical structure. I drifted in a new infinite, a place of pleasance and botheration, a space of wonder and delight.

I felt my body move, but I was tell apart from it. Like it was not my body at all, my thoughts flying through transport. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushions. Clint was over me, holding my thighs apart. melody unzipped his pants.

His peter flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to fuck me.

"Yes,"I heard myself scream."Fuck me, Clint. I was such a little terror. punish me."

His hand went to my chin, lifting my daze head. He stared into my eyes, into my someone. There was such overtop office in him. He pinned me with his regard as I felt his stopcock rub at my pussy, melody guiding him to my hymen. The touch of his dick on my virgin cunt yanked my thoughts back into my flesh.

"You are my slut, are n't you ?"he snarled.

"Yes,"I howled, not thinking, only reacting, only doing what my torso needed."Your slut."

He thrust into me. I hardly felt the painfulness of my hymen tearing over the electrocution suffering raging across my disciplined ass. His cock slammed into my virgin astuteness. The rubbing sent a new wave of rapture slamming into my mind.

I clenched down on his girth. He was in me so deep. He filled me up. My thighs wrapped about his waist as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast accident. He did n't care if he hurt me. If my pussy ached each prison term he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.

Use me.

I was his slut.

"piece of ass me,"I howled as my mind drifted on transport and pain. My total soundbox was a sponge, drinking in sensations."slam your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the fucking little terror,"Melody hissed beside him. Her fingers shoved up beneath my army tank top and pushed aside my sports bra. She found my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard.

My pussy clenched so unvoiced on Clint 's hawkshaw as my sister twisted my mamilla. I howled and moaned, humping against my cousin as he slammed his dick into my spasming kitty. So a great deal sense impression shot through me.

He pounded me hard, driving my burning ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His seawall smacked into my clit. The nub ached. He bruised my pussycat with the force of his fucks. He growled in angriness, still punishing me with his wonderful cock. I savored it. Everyone watched me, everyone knew I was his shameful slut.

"Your slut !"I howled at the top of my lungs as another sexual climax spilled through me at saying those shameful, degrading words."Use me. Fuck me !"

"wasteyard your cum in the jade 's cunt,"Melody hissed, twisting my tit hard, the painful sensation flaring, crashing into the raptus rippling out of my pussy.

"Yes,"Clint growled."You 've been such a brat, slut. Such a pain in the ass. It 's time you made up for it, Lee. I own this slit. I own your body. I can do anything to you !"

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my head back and Forth River."Oh, yes, just keep fucking me. Using me. Spank me when I 'm a brat. piece of ass me when I tease you. Oh, god, this cock !"

"Little slovenly woman,"Melody hissed, her fingers twisting my nipple hard."I bet you would love to be pissed on."

"Yes,"Clint growled, driving his shaft into me."Covered in piss."

My legs squeezed about his pelvic arch. My pussy exploded on his tool at the humiliating thinking. Covered in weewee ... Filthy. Another coming rippled through me on the hound of the end. I howled out wordless joy as his shaft kept hammering into me. My cousin 's huge cock.

"screw her, big Brother,"Alicia shouted."nooky our sister."

"Yes, that 's your brother fucking you,"moaned Melody right before she captured my rim with a genitive kiss.

My blood brother ? The thought danced through my mind. A second of limpidity, a memory of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, guesswork through me. Was that I why did n't know my Church Father ? Because Uncle Clinton was my dad all along ?

My brother was fucking me ? My big, aphrodisiacal, commanding Brother ?

I moaned into my Sister 's kiss, the pleasure rippling over and over through my body. His cock hammered so mysterious into me. My pussy spasmed on his hawkshaw. I milked him. I needed him to cum in me. To fully use me. I was his slut.

I broke the kiss."Cum in me ! Cum in your slut-sister 's bitch, Clint ! Dump it in me !"

"spring the bratty slut what she needs !"Melody howled. Clint 's bridge player was buried in her blue jean, rubbing her pussy to an orgasm.

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me hard, claiming my brim. I tasted orange tree juice and something else. A spicy musk I did n't recognize. His cock buried into the depths of my formerly virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My sidekick came in me.

A final orgasm shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass burning at the stake from his discipline, my pussy spasming from his authorisation. I milked out every drop of his cum. I was his slut. His bratty whore.

"shucks,"Clint groaned, breaking the candy kiss."You are something else, lilliputian strumpet. You cum hard."

"Uh-huh,"I moaned, my eyes fluttering."Did you mean that ?"

"mean what ?"he groaned, his pecker softening in me.

"That you would ... piss on me."My slit clenched hard. It would be so humiliating."I ... I ..."

"The fiddling slut wants it,"melody chortled. She twisted my nipples hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...