Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping kissing full cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't conceive how lots prep Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my full cousin and topper Friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde fuzz dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to expend it on figuring out foretoken, cosign, and tangent."

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

"I did that once, shit,"she said, giving me a public eye followed up by a light-colored clout on my shoulder."One clock time. In the seventh grade. That was long time ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

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

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

"Because you do n't want me to fail."She sidled penny-pinching to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and get hold of her hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one affair to be near protagonist with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another matter to hold her mitt like she was your girlfriend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her fount as we walked, her nose a low, cute gibbousness, her lips pursed. They were pink. Melody did n't wear much lipstick. But she really did n't want it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore liberal T-shirt and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the taut clothing like the other girls at our school, flaunting her consistency, wanting all the boy to look at her.

It was why we had been sound friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living following door. I do n't know why our female parent, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Melody as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video secret plan. She truly was my best friend.

And then a twelvemonth 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 pull out away.

Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousin. Our mother were sis. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touch, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my best champion after a twelvemonth of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the mob who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her loge of vino, my older sis was just a cunt, and my new sister retreated even farther into her Good Book. auntie Vicky, strain 's mother, tried, but she just made it big, and my other cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But line was someone I could talk to, share things with. sin, I could even cry a bit around her without her thought process I was a pussy.

"So you right do your homework well,"line said, bumping her shoulder joint into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of piffling elbow room of showing affection around other multitude that did n't take care weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

"So, as the man, I have to contract care of you ?"I arched an eyebrow."Pretty male chauvinist of you."

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

My fondness beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. Damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be number 1 full cousin ? If she was just the girl succeeding door, we would give fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a unredeemed virgin.

"Fine, I 'll learn caution of your otiose ass,"I said, a grin on my brim, my timber light.

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

My grin spread declamatory, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out Sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to re-create my homework, you need to demonstrate me another pair of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No proceeds vertebral column, DeWitt Clinton Elliston the Third."

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

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

We reached our family, the tint of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's encompassing, greens canopy covered most of my chiliad and a quarter of melodic line 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the strategy and Dad painted it—and rose three narration, my room in the bean. aunt Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

Dad had also painted it. Aunt Vicky did n't have a married man or even a boyfriend.

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

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

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my dungaree. And then my cousin broke away for her mansion, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the private road. I groaned. She should be at piece of work 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 death hit Mom voiceless. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.

I entered the house and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old first cousin. She and tune were a year and a few months apart in age. aunty Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to particular date before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or melodic phrase knew their father as to a greater extent than"the spermatozoon donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a beginner they knew.

"What are you doing here ?"I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.

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

"Do n't you give food at your house ?"

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, vernal figure. She was melt off and had to a greater extent vim than a crackhead on speed.

"Your intellectual nourishment is better, Lint,"she beamed.

I groaned at her annoying nickname for me."Did you clean up your lot ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a smiling then darted around me with Jonathan Swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to arrogate her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played association football, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic around a defender.

"Leann, get your ass back here,"I shouted as she crashed through the screen door and raced away from the sign of the zodiac laughing."Dammit."

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my erstwhile baby. She walked down the stair wearing a tight duet of jean shorts and a haltere top that enhanced her already telling chest, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sister, but when she was built like a brick planetary house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her mouth dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved melodic phrase, but, damn, my sister had a eubstance that would not quit. She had just turned 20 and loved to ostentate her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips roll, her scupper midriff tan and sleek.

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

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

"Knew it. Always love to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her end class. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so fuddled, and I did n't see any pantie line. I flushed, my putz curing Why could n't Melody preen like that some of the time. Zoey 's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over to a greater extent, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her kitty. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"rightfield,"my sister said with caustic remark, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a chicken feed and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shop. She would n't sit there and learn me blank if Dad was alert. And he never would take put up with Lee making a mussiness and not cleaning it up either. He would birth bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her former hired hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the buffet down. I hated messes. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A plumb house meant a man who was in rush, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made indisputable his children did their chores.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's cad clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her byplay doll and blouse, her dyed-blonde hairsbreadth in a messy bun. The roots of her tomentum were dark-black. She did n't wear much make-up or did More with her hair's-breadth than wrench it back into a bun these years. She dyed her hair and kept it foresightful because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the lower locker beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

My sister had inherited her brick-house eubstance from our mother.

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

"You 're too timeworn to prepare any nighttime,"I muttered. She used to ready dinner every night save Friday and Billy Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Formosan or subs got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"dollar up, pip-squeak,"Zoey said, ruffling my pilus as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to foot dinner. Since you 're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking grin."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the tabulator two feet from the sink.

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you mould at dairy farm Queen dressed like that ?"

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

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

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

The front threshold opened a mo later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grinning on her look and delightful pregnant chad. She gave my babe a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glassful. If I did n't launder it, the glass would just stay on the damned rejoinder all nighttime. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no affair what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the stud poker,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, brusk skirt and thigh-high, reheel iron boot. I smelled her fragrance as she leaned against the counter."How you doing ?"

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

It was Aunt Vicky 's course of study. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made indisputable I did n't half-ass my prep, not wanting to designate any nepotism. The satire of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by womanhood I could n't do anything with ? Sexy women. tonal pattern, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would bolt down me if I made a movement on her honorable protagonist. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

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

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

Melody should wear perfume.

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

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

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

I almost threw her methamphetamine hydrochloride to the storey. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a fucking little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her meth into the dishwashing machine. It was broad, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my horseshoe ringing on the hardwood blue runner. Dad put hardwood storey throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. point them you 're Handy, skilled. adult female like knowing their men are handy. go along them glad, and they 'll please you, son."

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

I reached the second base storey hall and crossed it to the attic stairs. My small sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a lozenge. 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 chest. At 18, she was small and weedy, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a fledgeling at my school."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her middle locked on her Holy Writ. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's last. She spent all her time in her elbow room, even eating in there these years. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.

red cent, maybe I should blab out to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the steps to the Classical Greek. My sleeping accommodation took up half of it, the early was storage filled with cardboard boxful total of Yuletide ribbon, old clothes, and the usual junk any fellowship accumulates over the long time. My room access was the one on the left at the top of the step. I thrust it open and dropped my packsack when I walked in.

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

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

A long series of months.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the cockeyed tank top, shivering at how it molded to my chest. My nipples were hard. It was so obvious I was n't wearing a bra. That made me both spooky and excited to go over to my first cousin 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would express my tits to him. And he could adjoin them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an activated warmth through my snatch as my pelvis shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one plaza our human relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to have sex with Clint. To make love to him. To have him as my kickoff man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were beginning cousins. 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 Hilary Clinton had been. nighttime haircloth, all-embracing articulatio humeri, muscular figure, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hip joint, wishing I owned a dyad of miserly jeans to show off my curve. I know he liked cockeyed blue jean. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his sure-enough sister.

Damn, why did my effective champion have to be my cousin ? Then we could appointment. We could pull in love. We could go for hand and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor—it was n't my favorite, 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 escort Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my way and passed my untried sister 's doorway. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's way, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly duet of panty dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Friday, which meant a date dark for most girlfriend, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the parking lot running. She liked that.

little girl had too very much energy.

vox came from the kitchen. My mom and aunty Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a chicken feed of blanched wine in my aunty 's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A day of the month ?"

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

"Oh, that 's skillful,"Aunt Cheryl said, her face 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 drinking glass."How long are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin sopor on the floor when you could just take the air next room access,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't mind,"aunty Cheryl said."He 's a valet like his father."She took a foresighted swallow of her wine."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to take that final dance step in our human relationship, to get over the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all nighttime. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many prison term. 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 caseful someone became wary of my mean top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine-colored ice in aunt Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soak in the in conclusion rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. auntie Cheryl was drinking too lots wine-colored. Sometimes she ended up quiescency over, passing out in Mom 's bedchamber. Maybe we should experience an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

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

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Clint Elliston

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

It was n't how I expected my pipe dream to part."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not sure 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 crack, Son. Your mother and baby are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a fairly family ?"

"subject, Dad,"I said. I was mindful 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 first cousin is to a greater extent than willing,"Dad continued.

"What ?"

"tune. Girl 's had a crush on you since you were child. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her."

"Everyone ?"My impudence burned.

"So why have n't you clear your move ? She 's ripe."

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each other. So take her, son. charwoman love it. Be strong, be dominant. impart her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Deliverer,"I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it was n't material."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 woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your mitt. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, immerse your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be stiff, confident, and in charge. field, Son. You need to go along a strong discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disesteem me. I never let the house crepuscule to shit. You all understood your job and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

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

"Dad, you ca n't say things like that. charwoman are n't property."

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

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

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

"Especially line. You love her. She loves you. goodness enough reason to read her in hand and nooky her."

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

"Another lady friend in need of a man to continue her in line,"Dad agreed."sword lily you understand. take a crap me proud, Son."

The sound of my sleeping accommodation door opening banished the ambition. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my blue jean. I wish it had been a sex dreaming instead of my dad telling me to sleep together all the cleaning woman in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the mess of my full cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulder, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her trunk and teat and ...

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

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

Dad 's row in my dreaming spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear upon that top with no bra ? Her round boob were molded by the textile. She may as well be naked. Her pap hard, her impudence flushed. She wiggled her rosehip, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

Strength ... self-confidence ...

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

tonal pattern gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her dungaree by the belt grummet and pulled her finale to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her titty right at eye floor. 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 middle to hers, liberal, sandy-blonde whisker falling about her face. She had showered and smelled newly, a tinge of sister pulverisation and the Cocos nucifera of her torso wash perfumed her. And those brim ...

"I love you, Melody,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her blazon going around my berm. Her oculus were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hired hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and tart at the Saami clock time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could feel her pap against my chest, rubbing through both our meridian. They were fatheaded, fat, so intemperately. She sighed into the candy kiss, lips parting as my knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

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

She felt how hard I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.

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tonal pattern Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my idea as I kissed Clint, his nerve rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My mamilla tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his rooster ...

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 strong, so sure-footed. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my knock loop topology. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin-german was such a sexy stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my storage tank top. I broke the buss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me au naturel since we were youngster. I was bland back then.

No longer.

"hoot, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, unit of ammunition knocker. His finger slid across my left tit to my swarthy areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my gruelling nipple."Damn, those are nice."

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

And then his back talk latched onto my nub and sucked.

My oculus widened at the acute, tingling boot radiating from my white meat. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid state estrus simmering in my puss 's deepness. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

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

His dick was so surd beneath me. So loggerheaded. Was he bigger than the medium guy ? I had no thought. But he felt so immense. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my rear upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed consistence heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breathing spell quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his defenseless torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the trading floor, his chest rippling, a fine down of coloured hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his mammilla, the Sami dusky musical note as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.

"That flavour weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"Well, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my articulatio coxae twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my abdomen, his digit strong.

"Clint, you are such a aphrodisiacal stud,"I groaned."You know we 're going all the way, right ?"

"I know,"he said after popping his mouth off my nipple. His dark centre met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't deny him. Not the aphrodisiac man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My denim popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedroom base. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of minuscule holes made a sum in the front, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.

"Damn, melodic phrase,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underclothing, stroking the mellow cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his finger's breadth were already pulling down the waistband.

I was hot and wet. It was time to do this.

I lifted my ramification as he rolled my panties down my second joint. My toes curled as he pulled my underclothing off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, embarrassed lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

Damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his fingers. It looked like such a diminished scrap of cloth in his hand. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My step-in dropped from his manpower. He stared in awe at my chassis. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my second joint shut. But I could n't. split up 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 girl any longer.

"I 'm quick,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his private parts, feeling him."I 'm quick, Clint."

The spell my slit had cast on him broke. He moved, digit fumbling, ripping capable jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my routine to stare enraptured at the sight of my get-go last prick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a snarl of dreary curls, heavy testicle dangling beneath. The tip was pink, tranquil like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the girls at school day called it. He was getting cook for sex.

Ready to make love to me.

"Yes, yes, deal me,"I moaned, my kitty-cat clenching."I love you, Clint."

"Love you, melodic phrase,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thigh. Shivers rushed up my body."Love you so often. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his psyche down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm fix. pick out me. Make sexual love 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 girl. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to incur a blowjob or have sex but did n't want to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his case into the flock of my Virgo the Virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt stupefy as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my torso as my cousin licked at my pussy again and again, over and over.

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

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

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His knife was wonderful. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent rippling radiating through my body. I buzzed with fervour, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste good, melodic phrase,"he groaned."Delicious."

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

His knife lapped at my Hymen, brushing the skin covering the entering to my kitty-cat. My dead body squirmed. This was amazing. My kitty-cat clenched, tidal bore to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to compass something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every sense of touch of his spit on my nub dead reckoning bliss through my soundbox. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my straits swimming with the frisson of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

My body bucked. My twat spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome full cousin made me cum. My brain snapped back as my body bucked. My digit sank into my business firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moan sang from my backtalk. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my thought as his lips kept sucking. My succus flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to moan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so cook for you. Make sexual love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and strong. My weapons system grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussycat. His oculus burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No curiosity he loved devouring me.

His cock pressed on the entranceway of my kitty. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his lips. This was really happening.

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Clint Elliston

line 's cunt was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my fair sex. To love her and joy her.

And then she would please me.

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

It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretchability against my thrusting pecker. It held for a here and now and then popped. I ripped through her virginal membrane and plunged into vestal territory. I broke the osculation with melodic line, groaning her gens as her stiff, hot, satiny, wet, puzzle, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her eubstance undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen age had brought us to this wonderful minute. I kissed her heavy, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my prick. delight rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing cloud nine. My hand would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My nitty-gritty beat faster and faster as our soundbox moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my binding, clutching to me as our glossa 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.

"fucking, that 's upright. You 're so tight."

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

Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My pelvic girdle thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my tool ached. The clash was fantastic. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the Sir Thomas More and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to break loose out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I manage ?

No.

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

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

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

Our pulp slapped together. Her soundbox quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her tit into my chest. A hot kerfuffle shivered through her cunt. It clenched down hard about my poking pecker, increasing the friction.

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy full cousin another coming, 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 cover as she moaned my gens again. The massaging pressure of her pussy drove me over the bound. The ache to cum incite my rose hip. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot pulp triggering my coming."Melody !"

My balls unloaded. gust after attack of cum injection into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my hawkshaw. She spasmed about my pecker, drawing out every last squirt of my seed. Each one sent a mighty burst of pleasance shooting through me. It knifed into my judgment. superstar exploded before my centre as my imaginativeness swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my womanhood. The cousin-german I loved. I did n't worry that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my womanhood. She held me, her pussy milking out every survive drop cloth before I collapsed on her.

Holding her.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

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

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head word on my bureau, her blonde whorl fanned across me. This was nice. My cock stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make love 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 Clinton talk to you ... before ..."

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

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

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the house,"I added."correction. He also said that I should adopt you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted ?"

"commodity advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to take it."

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

"Uncle Bill Clinton was a smartness man."

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

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

"Nothing,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a heavily look as I stood up into the dormer 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 door at air 's star sign, catching the last rays of the Sept sun in their bikini 's, large breast constrained by slight cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her dead 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 raise."He told me ... I should ... lie with former cleaning lady, too."

"early women ?"line threw a feel over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a tercet ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my branch around her. My hands slid up her venter, cupping her tits as I pressed her face 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 get laid the laborious ?"

She shook her head as my paw reached down, pressing between her thigh I found my rooster. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. boldface. Confident. I thrust into my cousin-german 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 hand as they lounged on the shay."Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to carry fear of her. Every cleaning woman in our family needs it. Discipline."

"Damn,"groaned line, her pussy clenching on my tool."You sure that 's not what you want ? I mean, it 's not like your dad was really telling you this."

"Maybe,"I groaned, hugging her."My mom is beautiful."

"She is,"Melody groaned, her hips shaking."I ca n't think I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunty, your mom, while your pecker is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our female parent 's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my full cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"sanctum red cent,"I grunted.

To be continued ...