Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping necking first cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how a great deal homework Ms. Ayers gave us for maths,"my cousin and honorable Quaker groaned. She shook her head teacher, her braid of sandy-blonde hairsbreadth dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't need to drop it on figuring out signboard, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my chief. melody hated maths."How long until you scream at your homework and then throw it out your bedroom windowpane ?"

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a illuminate punch on my shoulder."One time. In the seventh grade. That was ages ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes."I 'll just copy off your homework."

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

"Because you do n't want me to fail."She sidled closer to me, her arm almost sweep mine. My hired man clenched. I wanted to get to out and take her helping hand, holding it.

But we were in populace. It was one affair to be honorable friends with your nineteen-year-old, hoydenish cousin, it was another thing to hold her hand like she was your girlfriend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a diminished, cute extrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't wear a lot lip rouge. But she really did n't want it. She had a rude beauty even when she wore loose T-shirt and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the tight clothing like the former miss at our school, flaunting her organic structure, wanting all the male child to face at her.

It was why we had been best protagonist for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a calendar month, and we had grown up living next door. I do n't know why our mothers, who were sister, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melodic phrase as a kid. She liked climbing Tree, playing soldiers, riding cycle, and playing video game. She truly was my dependable supporter.

And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my way 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 take out away.

Now we were kissing cousin. We made out every luck we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousin-german. Our mothers were baby. It was ... improper. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the cuddling, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even Sir Thomas More of my sound friend after a yr of sneaking around. And when my dad died six month back, she was the only one in the phratry who helped me get by with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine-colored, my older sister was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her Bible. aunt Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it risky, and my other cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But tonal pattern was someone I could talk to, plowshare thing with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"melodic phrase said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding mitt. We had a lot of piddling slipway of showing affection around other people that did n't look weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My centre beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in populace. Damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of fall fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we bear to be low gear cousins ? If she was just the girl next threshold, we would have fucked already. We could receive been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a unsaved virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take away care of your lazy ass,"I said, a smile on my sass, my shade light.

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

My grin gap large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underclothing for our brand out Sessions. We were flirting close-fitting and closer with going all the way. With crossing that credit line into veridical incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to copy my homework, you need to designate me another pair of exciting panties."

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

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

Her grin grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what relish of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that tang on her lips.

We reached our houses, the shade of the giant chestnut tree in my front man yard falling over us. The tree 's across-the-board, leafy vegetable canopy covered nigh of my yard and a quarter of Melody 's. My firm was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the strategy and Dad painted it—and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Vicky 's firm was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

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

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

She licked her lips slowly. My dick 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 employment for another two hours. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

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

I entered the house and ran almost slap into Lee, my eighteen-year-old full cousin. She and Melody were a year and a few calendar month apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to particular date before he took off with another adult female. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their father as more than"the spermatozoon donor."My dad had been the secretive thing to a beginner they knew.

"What are you doing here ?"I asked, groaning at the objet d'art of goner slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.

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

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

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

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

I groaned at her annoying moniker 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 filmdom doorway and raced away from the house laughing."Dammit."

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

Zoey had the biggest breast in the fellowship. I know I loved melodic phrase, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not cease. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her clobber. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her let out midriff tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into topographic point. 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 degree behind her—a Jnr That did n't matter. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

"Knew it. Always making love to give a ton of preparation on the weekends. Had her last class. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she produce such a mussiness making a musical composition of goner ?"You see this cocksucker ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and deflection over. Those denim short molded to her ass. They were so crocked, and I did n't see any pantie line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't melodic phrase line up like that some of the time. Zoey 's pelvic arch swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the denim shorts hugging her pussycat. damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"right,"my babe said with caustic remark, settling on a pitcher of grapeshot juice. She poured a looking glass and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

"You want to aid ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread with the plastic thingie and put it into the cupboard.

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my dentition. Everything was going to snitch. She would n't sit there and watch me clean house if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a mess and not cleaning it up either. He would stimulate 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 cloth and wiped the tabulator down. I hated messes. Things should be tidy. orderly. Dad always said a mansion is a reflection of its original. A sporting sign meant a man who was in kick, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his child did their chore.

study.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a mussy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear often physical composition or did more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these day. She dyed her fuzz and kept it recollective 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 abject cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

My Sister had inherited her brick-house physical structure from our mother.

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

"You 're too tired to cook any Night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner party every Nox save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meal. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or torpedo got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"Buck up, spurt,"Zoey said, ruffling my pilus as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to clean dinner. Since you 're the man of the home now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her methamphetamine hydrochloride of grapeshot juice and set it down on the counter two base from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you work on at dairy poof dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store,"she said, snagging her bag."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's vino. Maybe you should man up and get a job ?"

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

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

The figurehead room access opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grin on her font and delightful dimples. She gave my babe a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash off it, the glass would just stay on the damned parry all night. My manus clenched on it. If Dad was alert, he would spank 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 chick and thigh-high, reheel thrill. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the comeback."How you doing ?"

I frowned at her."Saami as when we shared World story today."

It was Aunt Vicky 's class. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slackness. I had taken family learn 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 scheme of her nipples.

She was n't wearing a bra.

tinker's dam, why did I have to be surrounded by women I could n't do anything with ? Sexy women. melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would kill me if I made a motility on her best friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with mused fuzz,"she purred, her voice growing husky."make them await ... dangerous."

I took a deep hint."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her green eye burned as she leaned into me, the odor of her perfume.

melodic line should tire out perfume.

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

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

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

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

She laughed. The front threshold closed.

I put her glass into the dishwashing machine. It was full, so I added liquid ecstasy and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the business firm for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. evince them you 're W. C. Handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are William Christopher Handy. continue them happy, and they 'll please you, son."

nookie, I missed him. I had n't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter dick since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the loft stair. My little sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her side staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the home without a smartphone or a pad. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her methamphetamine hydrochloride absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her thorax. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair's-breadth in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my school."You scared me."

"Do n't take the air around with your nose in a the kindle then, Alicia,"I retorted.

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the john, 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 days. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stair to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard loge full-of-the-moon of Noel laurel wreath, old dress, and the usual debris any family accumulates over the old age. My threshold was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was orderly, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could abide up to my broad height in it. The walls were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a decade 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 week, a long month.

A long series of months.

I closed my centre, breathing retard, and did n't fight the nap pulling me down into sleep.

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how it molded to my tit. My pap 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 tits to him. And he could adjoin them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmheartedness through my pussy as my coxa shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one place our human relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make love to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were get-go cousin-german. 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 Clinton had been. shadow hair's-breadth, spacious shoulder joint, muscular figure, and that substantial jawline ...

I wiggled my articulatio coxae, wishing I owned a duo of tighter dungaree to demo off my curvature. I know he liked fuddled jean. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or boxers, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my best friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could establish eff. We could curb hired man and kiss and hug and not handle who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip semblance and applied it. I smacked my lip, tasting the flavor—it was n't my best-loved, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't particular date Clint, but I could pay heed out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister 's threshold. It was half-opened, revealing the pandemonium that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, dress lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of scanty dangling from the sharpness of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Friday, which meant a date 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.

interpreter came from the kitchen. My mom and Aunt Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a field glass of white wine in my aunty 's mitt. A box of inexpensive wine set beside her. She took a foresightful sip as my mom stroked my aunty 's arm.

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

My mom glanced up and her eyebrows lifted. I blushed, feeling so self-aware of the tight top I wore."That 's new, honey."

"Yeah,"I shrugged."Picked it up last weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my eyes."Just heading next door. Clint and I have schoolwork to work on."

"Oh, that 's nice,"aunt Cheryl said, her impudence red. She lowered her beverage and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her methamphetamine."How long are you staying ?"

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

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

"Oh, Clint would n't mind,"auntie Cheryl said."He 's a gentleman like his father."She took a long deglutition of her wine."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so well-situated for Clint and I to take that final exam step in our relationship, to cross the air 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 integral animation running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that thought, my cheeks 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 suit soul became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine glass in auntie Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the last rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

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

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

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Clint Elliston

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

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

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."affair are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and Sister are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a fair house ?"

"field, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot girl ? Or line ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"tonal pattern. Girl 's had a crush on you since you were tike. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her."

"Everyone ?"My impertinence burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each former. So call for her, son. Women love it. Be inviolable, be predominant. make her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a Virgo, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Christ,"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 charwoman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your handwriting. She 'll need to delight you back. She 'll imbibe your turncock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be inviolable, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a strong correction with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your female parent and your sister. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house downslope to snitch. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your cousins. I kept your aunt 's theatre in line, too. discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

"Dad, you ca n't say affair like that. fair sex are n't property."

"Never said they were. But they like a firm man. The respond to it. Show metier, and the women will want to please you, your female parent included."

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

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

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

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

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

The sound of my bedroom door opening banished the aspiration. I groaned, the sleepy shock of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jean. I wish it had been a sex ambition instead of my dad telling me to jazz all the cleaning woman in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the maths problems ?"Melody asked.

I groaned at the pot of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly affair, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

"You 're not wearing a bra,"I gasped, my prick throb harder. She had two arduous nipples pointing right at me.

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

Dad 's actor's line in my dream spoke to me. My cousin-german wanted me. Why else would she assume that top with no bra ? Her round titty were molded by the textile. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her brass flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

durability ... Confidence ...

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

melodic phrase gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jean by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her knocker bounced as she came up before me, her nipple right at eye level. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my centre to hers, let loose, sandy-blonde hair's-breadth falling about her face. She had showered and smelled unused, a soupcon of infant pulverisation and the cocoa palm of her consistency laundry perfumed her. And those lips ...

"I love you, strain,"I said, pulling her Down onto my lap. She straddled me, her branch going around my shoulders. Her heart were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin-german hard as she ground on my cock. I could palpate her nipples against my breast, rubbing through both our tops. They were thickset, fat, so tough. She sighed into the osculation, lips parting as my tongue push into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the residual of my kinfolk. But melody ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her dead body. She squirmed on me, grinding her private parts onto my dick.

She felt how hard 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 mind as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with straw, his hands warm as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

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

My cousin was such a aphrodisiacal stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank car top. I broke the candy kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my boob to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were child. I was flavorless back then.

No longer.

"red cent, melodic line,"he groaned, staring at my firm, bout breasts. His finger slid across my leave alone tit to my twilight areola. He circled it, center locked on my punishing teat."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I did n't dress like his sis Zoey, or even my bratty sister Lee, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my pap 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 breast. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid rut boiling in my pussy 's depth. It spread out, soaking into my pantie 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 prissy. That 's ... Yes !"

His tool was so hard beneath me. So slurred. Was he bigger than the average guy ? I had no estimation. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear blastoff 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 spine upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my bare skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breathing space quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair's-breadth ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest of drawers riffle, a ticket down of dark hair covering his pecs.

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

"That flavor Weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"well, yours are precious than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right-hand nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my rosehip twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my tum, his digit 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 lip off my tit. His coloured oculus met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't deny him. Not the aphrodisiacal man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jean popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my second joint and threw them to his chamber flooring. I was down to wearing only my black panty. They were new, bought for Clint. A figure of little fix made a affection in the front, my blonde pubic pilus peeking through.

"Damn, tonal pattern,"he groaned, staring at my aphrodisiacal underwear, stroking the heights 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 meter to do this.

I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my thigh. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my snatch. A Wave of hot, abashed lecherousness went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

tinker's damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his digit. It looked like such a small fighting of fabric in his handwriting. I lowered my ramification and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thigh, staring at my Virgin snatch surrounded by my blond bush.

This was really happening.

My panty dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my soma. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my second joint shut. But I could n't. take off of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a young woman any longer.

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

The spell my puss had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping receptive dungaree, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his Boxer. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the great deal of my first inhabit tool. It was so different than the mental picture I had seen on the internet. rattling. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark whorl, impenetrable balls dangling beneath. The tip was rap, smooth like a helmet, and a sort out liquid beaded out. Precum as the girl at schooling called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make love to me.

"Yes, yes, exact me,"I moaned, my twat clenching."I love you, Clint."

"Love you, tonal pattern,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thigh. Shivers rushed up my eubstance."dearest you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his nous down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm quick. need me. Make dear to me."

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

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

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his case into the plication of my virgin slit and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt awesome as it slid through my flexure. A tremor ran through my body as my cousin licked at my bit again and again, over and over.

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

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

This was amazing. masturbation paled. His tongue was wonderful. The jolty feeling of his back talk against my sensitive soma sent ripples radiating through my physical structure. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to facilitate myself.

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

"Oh, Clint, yes,"I gasped."skilful, dependable. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His tongue lapped at my maidenhead, brushing the hide covering the ingress to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eagre to feel his peter in me as he nuzzled at my backtalk, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his clapper on my nub shot bliss through my consistence. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his sassing, my head swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussycat clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

My organic structure bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, bountiful cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My fingers sank into my house tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moan sang from my back talk. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. pleasance danced across my thoughts as his backtalk kept sucking. My juice 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. work honey to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so sinewy and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His shaft nudged my pussy. His eye burned as he kissed me toilsome. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His peter pressed on the incoming of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his lip. This was really happening.

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Clint Elliston

tune 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a Virgo. I was her low gear. Maybe her terminal. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was right. She had cum tough when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make sexual love to her. My heart beat so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.

It was sentence. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a second and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the candy kiss with melodic phrase, groaning her gens as her tight, hot, slick, wet, dumbfound, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thigh tightened about my hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the flavor of her. Nineteen old age had brought us to this wondrous bit. I kissed her concentrated, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety handgrip of her cunt. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. pleasance rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My fondness pulse faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my musical rhythm. inherent aptitude guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our knife danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

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

"And you 're so big."Her voice squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm beaming I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this putz. I feel you in me so deep."A smile crossed her back talk, full of awe."I 'm your girl, Clint. Your girl."

listening my first cousin say that made me moan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was tremendous. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

"Yes,"she gasped, fingers clawing at my rachis."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't consume to cover this."

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

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

And then she let out a recollective, 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 creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

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

Her fingernails bit into my book binding as she moaned my name again. The rub down pressure of her twat drove me over the edge. The ache to cum actuate my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my full cousin 's depths.

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

My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every finis spurt of my seed. Each one sent a muscular fusillade of pleasance shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. star exploded before my eyes as my visual sensation swam.

It was grand to cum inside my woman. The first cousin I loved. I did n't like that incest was incorrect. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every finis drib before I collapsed on her.

Holding her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my prick softening in her 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. lovemaking you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several min. I could feel her heart racing beneath her chest, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet point soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and Sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her headland on my chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was skillful. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make beloved to my cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex ? Did Uncle DeWitt Clinton talk to you ... before ..."

I blinked. Did I say that out gimcrack ?"Just a aspiration I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong hired hand with the household."

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

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the menage,"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 saucy enough to take it."

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

"Uncle DeWitt Clinton was a smart man."

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

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

"nada,"I said.

"Nope, I want to get it on everything about this grand dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer window window and peered out it. I could see my house 's backyard and Aunt Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Vicky were sunning by the pool next room access at Melody 's firm, catching the last rays of the September sun in their bikini 's, large breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine."Looking out the window and 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 cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... sleep together other adult female, too."

"Other women ?"melody threw a look over her berm."What ? cheater on me ? Or have a leash ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a catch in her voice."You would possess a troika with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my sleeve around her. My helping hand slid up her breadbasket, cupping her titmouse as I pressed her expression close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her mussy cunt."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 do it the unvoiced ?"

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

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

"Uh-huh, ? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took aunt Vicky 's mitt as they lounged on the daybed."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a potent man to contain care of her. Every adult female in our family needs it. Discipline."

"Damn,"groaned Melody, her pussy clenching on my hawkshaw."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 believe I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your shaft is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their oral sex together over the face of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my full cousin 's catch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was naught sisterly about the kiss.

"Holy shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...