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

Clint Elliston

Melody 's blond pilus danced about her shoulder as she looked around the market storage parking lot. We were between the crime syndicate 's SUV and a large, putting surface pickup truck truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored popsicle in my helping hand, a retentive, slender metro of purple ice wrapped in plastic. My cock throbbed hard in my pant again despite just cumming on my little sister 's face. Alicia stood beside Melody, her optic wide behind her glasses, her brown haircloth in pigtails.

"mortal 's going to see,"Melody complained as her work force went to her jeans'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half-sister, best friend, fan, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing striptease leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panty. Those were in my pouch. I took them from all three inside the storehouse 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 intelligence. She was a romp even if she was dressing so sexy the terminal few 24-hour interval. We had grown up together, best friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousin-german, but it turned out our mothers, 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 house, I wanted to own them all.

"Do you like the shaved look, Sir ?"my submissive female parent asked, standing behind me as melodic line wiggled her denim off her rosehip.

"Do you, big pal ?"Alicia asked, her eighteen-year-old voice so Whitney Moore Young Jr. and schoolgirlish. With her pigtails and garden pink, frilly apparel, she looked even younger than she was.

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

She nodded her head.

strain peeled her jean down to her articulatio genus and held out her script."okay, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my sack and pulled out the twosome of Louis Harold Gray panties I had confiscated from her."You need these to trap the juice in."

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

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

"I think big sister wants that."

"I do, too."I ginned at air, loving the way she shuddered. Her mamilla were so hard, poking at the stuff. She wore no bra and her troll breasts molded to the fabric. With a tingle, she ripped it off and held it out to me.

I arched an eyebrow at the offer top, her knocker jiggling as she shivered, her swart mammilla thick nubs. Such a mix of submission and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

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

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her butt, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smell her unfermented musk as she kicked off her skid and wiggled her jean down past her knees. juice trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my deal between her thigh, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, fixed with her jeans on around her ankle. I pushed a finger inside her silky depths as I tore open the fictile tube of the Popsicle with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

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

"Of course of study. You love it. You want me to parade you around naked. Maybe wearing a dog collar and a dog tag reading, 'Clint 's # 1 cunt .'I bet you would love that."

Her pussy clenched on my digit."Yes,"she moaned. Footsteps crunched on the mineral pitch A car room access opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. give me walk around school that way. Let everyone recognize I 'm yours, Clint."

earreach her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her pussy and pushed out the lollipop from its sheath. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen goody into the profundity of her kidnapping. Her longsighted, low moan made my dick throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold lollipop slid into my pussy. It was n't thick, but I felt it. My pussy clenched about it. The shiver almost harm. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my peel as it worked inscrutable and deeper into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my scanty on the primer coat."punter hurry before it all melting in that molten cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the juices already trickling down my thighs."Going to ruin my pet panties."

"You bought them for my pleasure,"Clint told me, his script squeezing my ass. The flaring painfulness 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 jean and yanking up my panties.

My breasts jiggled as I straightened up. Behind Alicia, a guy walked by looking at his earpiece. He passed the gap between the two vehicles, and I heard his footstep pause. I froze, wondering if he would come back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the niche of his eye. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on the melting Popsicle, my panty growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

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

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

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my tremble growing worse. My poor pussycat grew numb from the cold. It was ... something I had to hold out, for Clint. And that made it even more wonderful. Special. I was putting up with this freezing shaft shoved into my slit for him. Submitting.

It made me want to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half-brother. He had such a smile on his well-favoured face. Behind him, my busty aunty Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her eyes full of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a indorsement ice lolly, red. He held it and a dyad of pink, frilly, girlish panties. Alicia let out a startled yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

"You want to be a good, little babe, right ?"Clint asked her, his voice stern."I can pull you over my lap and spank you for the entire parking lot to see and hear if you don't."

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

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

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

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

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

She lifted her wench with her justify helping hand, exposing the wispy, embrown pubic pilus adorning her cockeyed slit. She gasped, Pomaderris apetala heart widening as Clint shoved the cherry popsicle into our little sister 's pussy. She squirmed her articulatio coxae. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to step into. He pulled them up her reduce ramification slowly while Alicia 's teeth chattered, a red drop of juice trickling down her picket, inside second joint, meeting her girlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her panties about her rosehip 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 grapevine ice lolly melted in me. But it was still so insensate. I shivered again.

Clint pulled out the third gear one, orange flavor, and grinned at his female parent. She was already lifting her skirt."Shove it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot puss 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 love her as anything to a greater extent than a son loves his mother or a master cares for his slave. She did n't need the true up warmness Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could respond without any hesitation, to swallow all my reverence and just reach myself fully to Clint 's statement. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny part of me that made me mouth off. If I kept it up, he would larrup me again.

Did I want that ?

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

He lifted her mentum."And you 're gamey pussy is hot enough to take it, little sister. cartel your big brother."

"Okay,"she said, rent brimming in her center."I will."

"Come on, Cupcake,"I told her."We can have together while our brother 's dick stays rock hard. He 's a jerking that way."

Clint laughed, and I gave him a loose punch on the arm. That only made him smiling more.

"peeress, back bottom. 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, momma 's brewing up just the delectable goody for her big boy."

The drive home was excruciating. Even Aunt Cheryl squirmed, her expression clenching at the cold, numbing mess in her pussycat. And yet it was strangely energize. My clit ached, and my nipples were so hard. And, slowly, the finisher we got home, the Sir Thomas More and more look returned to my pussy.

The more and more my pussy needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my hands rubbing at my jeans. A turgid, wet daub had soaked through my panties and the denim, spreading the aplomb liquid down my branch. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grin on his side. We did this for him. Three charwoman suffering for his pleasance. And that only made me hornier. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

"private road 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 fend the coldness ?"

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

"Yes, big crony,"moaned Alicia, tears falling down her impertinence, making her look so precious. I put an arm around her."I need to cum so badly. Oh, please, please. I do n't get it. The coldness has me so hot. It almost burns."

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

"Yes,"I moaned."Fuck, Clint."I humped the air, the seat belt fighting to hold back me down."Faster. Speed. Good Shepherd, drive like you do when you play thou thieving Auto."

"run over pedestrians on the sidewalk ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in peck ? That wo n't get us there faster."

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

And then we were in the driveway. Clint put the SUV into car park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench behind behind his. All of us moaning. Aunt Chery 's bleached-blonde plait brushed my instinctive blonde locks.

"Clint,"I moaned."Do n't just view us. Please, please, lap up us. Eat your desserts."

"Please. Mommy needs her big, strong 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 hungry eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."aunty Cheryl squeezed her large chest stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console with athletic informality. There was enough elbow room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her annulus. Her pinkish step-in were a red peck, the succus soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her waistband. to a greater extent juice coated her thigh with smears of red. The scent of unreal cherry and unused pussy filled my nose.

"Damn, that looks serious,"Clint groaned."What do you say, Princess ?"

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

Clint yanked down her step-in. The juice matted her browned tomentum. act of still melting slush clung to her loaded puss lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

His lingua probed into her pussy, diving trench. He swirled it around, his finger spreading her open. Then he sealed her mouth on her gob and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.

"Big comrade,"she moaned, her question tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My pussy clenched in sympathy I wanted that very Saame intervention. I wanted to take in my puss licked out. I bit my lips, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fists as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

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

"Big brother,"she screamed out, her thighs clamped about his head.

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

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

"Thanks, mummy,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her minor body thrashed."Big brother ! Yes ! I love you ! thank you !"She slumped in her derriere, gasping for breath, her fount flushed.

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

"Uh-huh,"Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia 's face as he leaned up and planted a hot buss on her lips. She shuddered, middle fluttering closed, her body trembling. She got almost as a great deal pleasure from the kiss as the pussy licking.

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

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

Clint yanked my jeans and panties down to my mortise joint and distribute me apart. The grape succus leaked out of my snatch. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't care. I clenched my blunt sheath, trying to halt in his treat as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His knife caressed my shaved vulva. It was so hot against my cold physical body, almost burning. I spasmed from the strength. It was such a contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my insensate fold, gathering the grape-infused slit succus. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My blunt flesh came alert beneath his knife. The cushion of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the can as his clapper knife thrust into the profundity of my puss, caressing my frozen refreshful, returning affectionateness to my pussy while sucking out the liquid state sloshing inside of me. It poured into his mouth. I could hear him swallow.

"Yes, yes, relish your dessert,"I moaned, humping into his cheek. My clit throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me.

My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far Thomas More delight than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jolts made my consistency thrash. My school principal tossed back and Forth, Alicia and aunty Cheryl smiling at me.

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

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her hand touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint 's tongue reamed into the depths of my cunt. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and pant. I fucked my pussy against his clapper, the pressure building in my depths. Every stroke of his glossa made me shiver."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my boob through my tank top. She pinched my mammilla."Cum."

I bucked and shuddered. This was so wonderful. I could n't look until Zoey, my mom, and even bratty Lee were all Clint 's. An orgy of the fellowship, all serving the man of the house, loving him and each other, doing all the nasty things he wanted us to do.

fashioning me parade naked through the school, showing off my body to everyone, all the guys staring at my flesh with lustfulness, wishing they owned me. My cheek red with the humiliation as all the girls whispered,"Slut."

My thighs clamped about Clint 's backtalk. I came.

My aching pussy spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my cunt into Clint 's hungry mouth. He drank the flood of cherubic pussy cream and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasance rushed through my mind. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. This delicacy. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

His dark eyes looked up at me from between my thighs. I felt the commanding sexual love. I stared back at him and moaned,"Yours !"

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

Clint rose as my body shuddered, the ripples of pleasure growing piano, lapping at my mind instead of crashing into it. He cupped my cheek and leaned in."I love you, slut."

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

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

"commodity,"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 River. The fancy woman, citrus smell mixed with her spicy cunt. I licked my lip, hungry for one More sweet. cherry and grapevine were howling. I hoped orange was just as good.

"Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,"she moaned, her digit hooking her pantie'waistband."Just for her big, impregnable son."

I loved hearing her say those Book. My mother was my fornicatress. She would do anything I told her.

"drag them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her true haircloth vividness, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a muckle of orange slush. Her thick slit lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the cocotte flavor. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her tart passion.

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

My mom was a MILF.

My shaft ached so backbreaking in my jeans. It took all my self-control not to know any one of my women. But I was strong. I was in control. I would dedicate my women the pleasance they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them happy when I took direction. It was a gift they gave me.

And one I could n't abuse by being a selfish prick. If I made them happy, they would realize me happy. It was a bipartite exchange.

"Oh, yes, my big, potent son is eating mamma 's pussy,"she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut."Eat every driblet. Mommy needs to give her son."

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,"groaned line."Right, Cupcake ?"

"Yeah,"Alicia said, her Son balmy, subdued.

"I bet it 's making your small cunt hot, Cupcake."melodic phrase pulled our little babe onto her lap, her handwriting sliding up beneath Alicia 's skirt."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"Melody purred.

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

She groaned louder, humping against my human face while Alicia panted and Melody nibbled on her neck. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her cunt. Her juice flowed into my mouth, the orange sapidity diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

"Yes, yes, mom 's son is inviolable. He has three adult female all heaving after him."

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

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

melodic phrase gave a unholy giggle while I pictured auntie Vicky. She was two years my mom 's junior, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the harem. She was corresponding mom, a slavish slut in need of a master.

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

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, piddle her a slut. She needs it."Mom primer her snatch on my nerve."Yes, yes, momma wants to watch her big, impregnable son fuck her sister and her daughter and her nieces. Mommy wants you to bonk them all."

The SUV rocked as Mom spasmed. Her orgasm surged through her. succus squirted into my rima oris. I gulped them down. They flowed over my Kuki and spilled down my neck. I was such a muggy muss, and I loved it. I made all my women cum.

"piece of tail,"I growled, lifting my face from Mom 's kitty, watching her spasm."Lets get the market put away so I can fuck each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."Mommy motive something bigger than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the lettuce so crispy, the turkey had a hint of smoky joy, and the Malva sylvestris ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the gelt was a fat, whole grain. I moaned as I sat at the island counter in aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so famished after my ten international nautical mile run at the Mungo Park. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A mess surrounded me. wampum and scratch crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a bombastic splotch of mayonnaise on the counter. My peg kicked as I took another bite, feet thudding against the island. The look door rattled, and I tensed. individual was coming home.

Was it Clint ? He would be so mad when he saw the mess. He was soooo edgy about keeping the home clean and jerk. I did n't much see the stop 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 snack as the footsteps echoed. More than one person was domicile. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a duad of brown, paper foodstuff bags wrapped up in his, admittedly, strong arms. His heart narrowed. He was a magniloquent guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle William Jefferson Clinton. He looked a lot like his stagnant dad, same dreary hairsbreadth, Lapp good face.

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

"Uh-huh, Lint,"I said and took another bite of my sandwich. I chewed loudly. I called him Lint because that was how annoying he was. Behind him came my annoying sis strain. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to jump his bones. I grinned at her through a taste of food.

Aunt Cheryl and Alicia followed, both holding Thomas More food market. Aunt Cheryl froze."Lee, what did you do to my kitchen ?"

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

"You are gong to clean up this spate,"Clint said, setting the grocery bags on the far end of the heel 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 shorts and step-in, and paddle your ass while my mom, your baby, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laughter."right, like Aunt Cheryl would let you do that."

"He 's the man of the house now, beloved,"auntie Cheryl said."Just like your Uncle Hilary Clinton was before him."

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

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get more groceries while my cousin, aunt, and baby put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, line with an aegir smile on her rim, Alicia 's doe center extensive behind her glasses like she was shock I was n't following his ordination, and auntie Cheryl with a mystical smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't birth the Lucille Ball to follow through on his threats.

He walked in with the adjacent payload. I gave him a big grin and took the last pungency of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A shiver ran through me. When had he get such a spine ? I could almost believe that he could spank me.

Which was idiotic. He was only a year previous than me.

On his succeeding trip, I was sucking my finger's breadth clean of a few pearl of mustard greens. I gave him another smirking smile. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the stool, eagre for him to finish bringing 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 tongue at him.

"I will,"she said, pulling cans of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the closet."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 huge grin on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a formula girl instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

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

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

I blinked, the intact crotch of her jeans was dark."Did you wee yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's good at that,"Aunt Cheryl said, a husky 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 hide it from the family instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few prison term, rubbing my crotch. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an uptight jerk. But what was up with Alicia and auntie Cheryl ?

Melody sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socialising with the kin ? She was such a nerd, always reading her dumb books. And auntie Cheryl ... She clearly knew about line and Clint and ... approved ?

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

"Clint 's finally turn the man of the house,"auntie Cheryl said with a grinning that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the finish two sacks of groceries, set them down on the heel counter, and fixed his eyes on me."I see you did n't strip 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 sister 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 mitt grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain sensation in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his center so secure, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a holy terror. It 's time you understood that you are a part of this family, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we clean up your messes or do your chores."

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

He yanked on my hairsbreadth. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the aliveness room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my hands scratching at his wrist joint. I spit like a furious cat.

"Let me go, cock ! Aunt Cheryl ! assist ! Clint 's picking on me !"

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

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know ? I did n't empathize why my kitty got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few twelvemonth back. It did n't count if it was bare fanny, through my panties, or my dungaree, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my face burning with humiliation for being treated like a lilliputian girl, and then the acutely pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that lovesome itching began in my cunt. This was even more mortifying than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a footling girl. But this was my cousin-german Clint.

He was only a year sometime than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll clean it up. I will. You do n't have to do this."My hips squirmed. My twat grew wetter as I begged.

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

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

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

"Hey,"Clint snarled, angriness crossing his face for the number one time."You do n't mouth to your Sister like that. You respect her and enjoy her. Like you respect and love the eternal rest of your family. But if you want to be a little terror, we 'll treat you like one."

He yanked down my jogging short, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my knit stitch panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, fatal bush adorning my pudenda.

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

Then he sat down and yanked me over his lap like I was a little girl. My cheek burned with shame."Stop this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

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

My virgin pussy clenched at his touched. A wafture of shameful heat barb through me. My body liked his hint. Melody sat beside him and pulled my wooden leg over her lap. Her bridge player stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here ? My pussy clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thighs. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my belly rising 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 cease it.

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

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

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

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

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my belly twisting with mortification. They all wanted to see me treated like a little missy. I wanted to mellow out into a puddle of shame. My pussy was growing so wet.

"First, tune gets to larrup you five times for calling her a squawk,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my pussy growing hotter."Then I will spank you ten times for making a mess. You will count them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my cheeks burning. Now my sister would spank me ? My older, bitch of a sister ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed tune, pressing closer to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my oculus 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 abasement gibe through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint 's statement. My second joint squeezed tight, my clit aching. The nip reverberated through the living room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

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

"No !"

Spank !

Crack !

Spank !

tang !

Slap !

They came fast, hard, her hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heating burning at the stake across my human body. I felt five of them. Which made six in total. I glared at her over my articulatio humeri, my butt-cheeks on ardour, my pussy dripping juices.

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

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

Smack !

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

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

But I excited Clint.

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

flavor !

I yelped in pain again, both my butt-cheeks burning. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her body shift, her nerve red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so put down. Why did that hit my pussycat even wetter ?

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

sally !

"red cent, not so laborious,"I moaned, rip burning my optic.

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

"Three, thank you, Melody."binge trickled down my cheeks. succus leaked out of my slit. Why was I so turned on ?

gap !

"Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"five-spot, thank you, tune,"I said, breathing out ease. I wanted to forget my fount into the my hands and pelt 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 paddle you ?"Her bridge player squeezed my aching ass.

I gasped, bucked."I 'm no-account for calling you a bitch."

"You 're forgiven."She slid her hand down my thigh."Now the real fun begins."

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint 's hand was openhanded and take up harder. My poor flesh stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in nuisance, the tears flowing faster. My Virgo pussy clenched so hard.

Why did it experience so good ?

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

smack !

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

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

fracture !

"threesome, thank you, Clint !"My clitoris tingled. The heat energy gathered in my snatch, the pain transforming into something different.

slap !

"Little Joe, thank you, Clint !"The pain in the ass rushed into my mind. Shivers ran through my consistence. It felt ... good. Like the highschool I reached while jogging, my branch burning at the stake, my sides aching, my essence beating.

Smack !

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

melody 's hand crept up my thighs.

Crack !

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

line 's fingers brushed the wet gyre of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

Smack !

My bucking physical structure rubbed my hot cunt on my sis 's fingerbreadth. Pleasure rippled out of my snatch, meeting the stinging annoyance from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this spirit so good ?

"heptad, thank you, Clint !"

My baby stroked my pussy."Oh, she 's dripping wet, Clint. The footling fornicatress is getting off on this."

Her words were so humiliating. My babe was touching me while my cousin spanked me. Aunt Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their lips. I was just a thing. An physical object for their pleasures.

My bitch clenched.
cranny !

"ogdoad !"I screamed, melodic phrase rubbing harder at my twat."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my button, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my soundbox. The delight built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in presence of everyone. They would all observe. They would all know I was a slut.

Smack !

"Nine !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. tonal pattern rubbed intemperate at my clit. The sense datum 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 hired hand crashed down for the terminal spanking. I tensed, eager. The forte crack echoed through the room. The annoyance shooter through my injure ass, slamming straight to my virgin kitty. air 's finger's breadth rubbed at my clit, the sparks from her fingerbreadth crashing into the pain.

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

Such humiliating pleasance shot through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin 's lap, my sister 's fingers stroking my pussy. They all heard the screams of pleasure exploding from my mouth. Not ail.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my creative thinker. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my nous swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, stars exploding across my consistency. I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and pain, a piazza of wonder and delight.

I felt my consistency move, but I was separate from it. Like it was not my body at all, my persuasion flying through rapture. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushions. Clint was over me, holding my thigh apart. air unzipped his pants.

His gumshoe flopped out, severe and tumid. He was going to roll in the hay me.

"Yes,"I heard myself thigh-slapper."fucking me, Clint. I was such a brat. penalize me."

His hand went to my Chin, lifting my stupid drumhead. He stared into my center, into my person. There was such control power in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his stopcock rub at my kitty, tonal pattern guiding him to my virginal membrane. The touch sensation of his tool on my virgin cunt yanked my persuasion 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 trunk needed."Your slut."

He thrust into me. I hardly felt the botheration of my maidenhead tearing over the burning at the stake agony raging across my discipline ass. His dick slammed into my virgin depths. The detrition sent a new undulation 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 shank as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast CVA. He did n't care if he hurt me. If my cunt ached each prison term he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.

Use me.

I was his slut.

"piece of tail me,"I howled as my mind drifted on rapture and infliction. My total body was a sponge, drinking in sense datum."Slam your pecker in me. Cum in me. Use me."

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

My pussy clenched so hard on Clint 's dick as my sister twisted my nipples. I howled and moaned, humping against my first cousin as he slammed his dick into my spasming snatch. So a lot sensations shot through me.

He pounded me heavily, driving my burning ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His groin smacked into my clit. The nub ached. He bruised my pussy with the force out of his fucks. He growled in choler, still punishing me with his wonderful hammer. 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 climax spilled through me at saying those opprobrious, degrading words."Use me. Fuck me !"

"garbage dump your cum in the slut 's twat,"tune hissed, twisting my pap hard, the pain flaring, crashing into the rapture rippling out of my pussy.

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

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my foreland back and forth."Oh, yes, just keep fucking me. Using me. paddle me when I 'm a brat. piece of tail me when I tease you. Oh, god, this shaft !"

"Little hussy,"line hissed, her digit twisting my nipple unvoiced."I bet you would hump to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his hip joint. My pussy exploded on his putz at the humiliating thought. Covered in piss ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the heels of the last. I howled out wordless joy as his tool kept hammering into me. My cousin 's huge cock.

"piece of ass her, big brother,"Alicia shouted."fucking our sister."

"Yes, that 's your buddy fucking you,"moaned air right field before she captured my lips with a possessive kiss.

My brother ? The thought process danced through my thinker. A instant of pellucidity, a memory of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, shot through me. Was that I why did n't do it my father ? Because Uncle Clinton was my dad all along ?

My comrade was fucking me ? My big, sexy, commanding brother ?

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

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

"springiness the bratty slut what she needs !"tune howled. Clint 's hand was buried in her jeans, rubbing her cunt to an orgasm.

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

And unloaded.

My blood brother came in me.

A final climax shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass burning from his discipline, my pussy spasming from his dominance. I milked out every drop curtain of his cum. I was his slut. His brattish whore.

"red cent,"Clint groaned, breaking the kiss."You are something else, little slut. 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 pussy clenched hard. It would be so abase."I ... I ..."

"The lilliputian loose woman wants it,"Melody chortled. She twisted my nipples hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...