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

Clint Elliston

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

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

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

"Or four twelvemonth. Not that long ago."

She rolled her centre."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 closer to me, her arm almost sweep mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her hired hand, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one affair to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old, hoydenish cousin, it was another affair to hold her deal like she was your girlfriend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her grimace as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. melodic line did n't wear a lot lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a rude beauty even when she wore relax T-shirt and well-heeled jeans.. She did n't wear the pie-eyed clothing like the other girls at our school day, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to wait at her.

It was why we had been comfortably champion for as long as either of us could think of. We were both xix, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next room access. I do n't know why our female parent, who were Sister, 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 plot. She truly was my best friend.

And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing preparation, fucking around and ... we kissed. It was almost accidental. She had turned to me as I leaned in to titillate her, and our back talk bumped.

And we did n't pull away.

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

I felt like she was even to a greater extent of my in force ally after a yr of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the mob who helped me share with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of vino, my elder babe was just a slit, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. aunty Vicky, Melody 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my other cousin, Lee, was a terror as always.

But Melody was someone I could talk to, ploughshare thing with. perdition, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you better do your prep well,"strain said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little mode of showing affection around other mass that did n't appear Weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My heart cadence 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 fall fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first full cousin ? If she was just the girl next room access, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a cursed virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take away forethought of your otiose ass,"I said, a smile on my lips, my tone light.

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

My smile spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underclothes for our make out sessions. We were flirting penny-pinching and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to replicate my homework, you need to show me another distich of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No yield backs, Clinton Elliston the Third."

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

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

We reached our sign of the zodiac, the tincture of the giant chestnut tree in my face yard falling over us. The Tree 's broad, greens canopy covered most of my cubic yard and a quarter of strain 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the outline and Dad painted it—and rose three level, my room in the Ionic. auntie Vicky 's menage was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

"So, you do your homework, Mister,"she told me, giving me a smile."I 'll be over in an 60 minutes or so."

"fine,"I grumbled. I took her hired man for a abbreviated moment, giving her a squeeze play. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my rim slowly. It was sexy on a daughter, but not on a guy apparently.

She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my jeans. And then my cousin-german broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom 's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two 60 minutes. I hope she had n't taken another half-day.

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

I entered the house and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old full cousin. She and Melody were a yr and a few month apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the defaulter asshole she used to date before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or melody knew their father as more than"the sperm cell donor."My dad had been the closest matter to a don they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you deliver 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 pitch-black haircloth was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, young soma. She was slim and had more Department of Energy than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her irritation byname for me."Did you clean up your pile ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with Jonathan Swift sleight, ducking my arm as I tried to confiscate her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic toe around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older Sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a closely pair of blue jean shortstop and a hemp top that enhanced her already impressive chest, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stair, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sister, but when she was built like a brick theatre, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry look, her mouth dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest bosom in the category. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my sister had a trunk that would not stop. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips pealing, her scupper midriff tan and sleek.

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

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

"Knew it. Always loves to give a ton of preparation on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the cataclysm Lee left behind. How did she create such a lot making a opus of toast ?"You see this dump ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any scanty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the time. Zoey 's pelvic girdle swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a salient cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her twat. shucks."Ugh, Mom has n't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."

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

"Right,"my babe said with sarcasm, settling on a twirler of grape vine juice. She poured a methamphetamine hydrochloride and leaned against the counterpunch watching me clean up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help ?"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 teeth. Everything was going to denounce. She would n't sit there and look on me fresh if Dad was active. And he never would have put up with Lee making a spate and not cleaning it up either. He would have 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 heel counter down. I hated hatful. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a rumination of its overlord. A fresh household meant a man who was in direction, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made indisputable his minor did their chores.

study.

And it was gone.

Mom 's hound clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her patronage skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her pilus were dark-black. She did n't wear very much constitution or did to a greater extent with her pilus than twist it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it farseeing 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 berth cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her bird pulled tight over her ass.

My baby had inherited her brick-house body from our mother.

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

"You 're too outwear to cook any Nox,"I muttered. She used to fake dinner every night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Formosan or subs got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

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

I hated her mocking grinning."Shut up."

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

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

"They have uniforms for us to wear down at the fund,"she said, snagging her handbag."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 workweek 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 crank as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

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

The front door opened a consequence later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big smile on her look and delightful dimpled chad. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's chalk. If I did n't wash it, the glass would just remain on the damned rejoinder all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no subject what her age was for doing that.

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

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

It was aunt Vicky 's class. She taught account at our high schooling. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes teach by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my preparation, not wanting to depict any nepotism. The sarcasm 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.

shit, why did I have to be surrounded by fair sex I could n't do anything with ? Sexy char. Melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would drink down me if I made a movement on her best friend. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with excogitate pilus,"she purred, her voice growing husky."Makes them look ... dangerous."

I took a deep breathing time."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her special K centre burned as she leaned into me, the perfume of her perfume.

air should wear perfume.

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

"right hand, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the parry."Got to go make those mad bills."

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

I almost threw her field glass to the story. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a ass little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The forepart door closed.

I put her deoxyephedrine into the dishwashing machine. It was full, so I added max and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood Caranx crysos. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the home for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the char decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. present them you 're handy, skilled. adult female like knowing their men are ready to hand. Keep them felicitous, 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 prick since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the irregular floor hall and crossed it to the noodle stair. My minuscule sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her brass staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family unit without a smartphone or a lozenge. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her drinking glass absently up her cute nozzle and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman 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 can, her eye locked on her Quran. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's demise. She spent all her time in her elbow room, even eating in there these 24-hour interval. What few friends she did own 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 box seat full-of-the-moon of Christmas ornament, old clothes, and the common detritus any family unit accumulates over the years. My threshold was the one on the left wing at the top of the stairs. I thrust it undecided and dropped my rucksack when I walked in.

My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic cap. I had only the one windowpane, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could support up to my full 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 center suddenly heavy.

I should get down on the prep. melodic line would be here soon, but it had been a hanker week, a foresighted month.

A long series of months.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the closely storage tank top, shivering at how it molded to my chest. My teat 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 designate my nipple to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my pussycat as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one spot our human relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to consume sex with Clint. To throw fuck to him. To have him as my first man. Our family relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first of all 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, Edward Young man, growing solid just like Uncle Clinton had been. dark hair, broad shoulder joint, brawny bod, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a brace of tighter jean to show off my curve. I know he liked tight denim. He could n't assist but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jean or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

shucks, why did my best friend have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could micturate get it on. We could hold men and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip rubric and applied it. I smacked my backtalk, 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 date Clint, but I could attend out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the pandemonium that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, wearing apparel lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No medicine blared, so she was n't at menage. It was Friday, which meant a day of the month nighttime for most missy, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

vocalism came from the kitchen. My mom and auntie Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a meth of white wine in my aunt 's paw. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a tenacious sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

"Yeah,"I shrugged."Picked it up cobbler's last weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's courteous,"Aunt Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drinking and pressed down on the spigot on the incline of the vino box. liquid splashed as she topped off her glassful."How retentive are you staying ?"

"Probably late,"I shrugged."We 'll eat dinner, catch some bad film or something. I might even just clangoring there."

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the story when you could just walk side by side door,"Mom said.

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

I squirmed. It would be so leisurely for Clint and I to carry that final exam step in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the home would bat an eye if I was up in his way all night. We had spent our total lives running around together. I had slept in his elbow room, and he had slept in mine, so many multiplication. I pushed away that idea, my cheeks burning at the stake, and asked them,"fountainhead, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in case person became wary of my tight top and no bra.

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

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

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

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Clint Elliston

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

It was n't how I expected my dream to start."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 stack, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."Things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a blank planetary house ?"

"subject area, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot lady friend ? Or Melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"Melody. female child 's had a infatuation on you since you were small fry. Everyone knows it. And about your puppy love on her."

"Everyone ?"My brass burned.

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

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each other. So study her, son. Women love it. Be unattackable, be predominant. Give her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Saviour,"I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it was n't existent."come on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some stuff from it. adult female 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 hand. She 'll want to delight you back. She 'll suck your cock, immerse your cum, even let you fuck her son of a bitch. Be secure, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a stiff discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to tell on. 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 paddle my sisters ?"

"And your first cousin. I kept your aunt 's house in furrow, too. condition your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

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

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. display strength, 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 mother could use a backbreaking fucking."Dad gave me a serious feel."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was strong for her. I was there for her to be given against when matter were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your baby. And your cousins.

"Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. commodity enough grounds to take her in mitt and shtup her."

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

"Another girl in need of a man to continue her in tune,"Dad agreed."Glad you understand. Make me proud, Son."

The speech sound of my bedroom threshold opening banished the ambition. I groaned, the sleepy stupor of my nap falling away, my putz painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

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

I groaned at the sight of my cousin-german. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulders, the slim material was stretchable and clung to her trunk and tits and ...

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

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

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

Strength ... Confidence ...

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

air gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jean by the swath loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her knocker bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her bash iteration, my hired hand sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde tomentum falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of child powder and the coconut of her consistence dry wash perfumed her. And those rim ...

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

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

"Yes."

My helping hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. dessert and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my full cousin hard as she earth on my tool. I could finger her nipples against my bureau, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so intemperately. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was rightfield. 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 passion of her sass, her organic structure. She squirmed on me, grinding her genitals onto my dick.

She felt how grueling 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 head as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with stubble, his handwriting strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular thorax. 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 mouthpiece. He was so firm, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loop topology. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a sexy stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the buss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my school principal and baring my chest to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were kids. I was directly back then.

No longer.

"shit, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, round of drinks breasts. His finger's breadth slid across my will tit to my dusky ring of color. He circled it, eyes locked on my concentrated mammilla."Damn, those are nice."

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

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eye widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my breast. My munition tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquidity heat energy boiling in my puss 's profoundness. 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 nice. That 's ... Yes !"

His prick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he grown than the average guy ? I had no melodic theme. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of care shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my mamilla. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the natural covering warm on my bare peel, radiating the absorbed trunk heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his whisker ruffled from sleeping.

My mitt shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his bare torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the level, his thorax wavelet, a hunky-dory down of dark haircloth covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pectoral muscle and brushed his teat, the same dusky timber as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my bridge player caressed his body.

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

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

"Well, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right tit. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hip joint twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my venter, his fingers 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 oral cavity off my tit. His dark centre met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't abnegate him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jeans popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my second joint and threw them to his bedroom level. I was down to wearing only my black panty. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of little kettle of fish made a heart in the battlefront, my blonde pubic fuzz peeking through.

"Damn, melodic phrase,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high up cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his finger were already pulling down the girdle.

I was hot and wet. It was fourth dimension to do this.

I lifted my pegleg 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, block lust 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 fingers. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his workforce. I lowered my stage and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thigh, staring at my virgin snatch surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panty dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my shape. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I could n't. Part 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 gear up,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his crotch, feeling him."I 'm quick, Clint."

The spell my kitty-cat had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his Boxer. His cock popped out. It was my spell to stare enraptured at the sight of my first live hawkshaw. It was so different than the motion picture I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curls, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquidity beaded out. Precum as the girls at school day called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make love to me.

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

"dearest you, melodic phrase,"he growled, hungry. His manus grasped my thighs. shake rushed up my organic structure."love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't respond. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. film me. Make beloved to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard guys hated going down on miss. My Friend complained about boyfriends who wanted to receive a blowjob or have sex but did n't desire to lick their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his grimace into the folds of my Virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low groan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my sheepfold. A microseism ran through my body as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent frisson racing through my torso. My succus 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 fourth dimension. Often after we had made out.

This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His lingua was wonderful. The rough feel of his back talk against my sensitive form sent ripples radiating through my physical structure. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste beneficial, air,"he groaned."Delicious."

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

His clapper lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the entranceway to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, tidal bore to feel his putz in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my button."Yes, yes, Clint, redress there."

My hands squeezed my bosom. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clitoris. Every touch of his lingua on my nub shaft blissfulness through my torso. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my headspring swimming with the quiver of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The joy swelled.

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

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

Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my middle shut. pleasance danced across my opinion as his lips kept sucking. My succus flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to groan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so ready for you. Make love to me."

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

No wonder he loved devouring me.

His stopcock pressed on the entrance of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his backtalk. This was really happening.

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

Clint Elliston

Melody 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my pecker. I felt her cherry pressing on the pate of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her maiden. Maybe her close. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my cleaning lady. To have it off her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was correctly. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make beloved to her. My heart musical rhythm so fast. Her tit rubbed on my chest.

It was time. boldface. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry red stretchability against my thrusting gumshoe. It held for a consequence and then popped. I ripped through her hymen and plunged into virginal territory. I broke the kiss with Melody, groaning her name as her cockeyed, hot, slick, wet, amazing, stupendous figure engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my rosehip. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the flavor of her. nineteen years had brought us to this rattling moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

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

Not after sampling her delights.

My inwardness beat faster and faster as our torso moved. Her rosehip rolled, undulating, matching my speech rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my dorsum, clutching to me as our tongue danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"melodic phrase,"I groaned, breaking the osculation."You 're mine. My girl."

"Yes,"she nodded, her kitty-cat clenching down on my dick.

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

"And you 're so big."Her vocalism squeaked."Oh, Clint. Oh, wow, you 're stretching me out. I ... I 'm beaming 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 girlfriend, Clint. Your girl."

auditory sense my cousin say that made me groan. My coxa thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the Sir Thomas More and more I wanted to cum. The More it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on parentage ascendency ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

"Yes,"she gasped, fingers clawing at my backbone."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't take in to blot out this."

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

Our flesh slapped together. Her consistence quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her pap into my chest. A hot kerfuffle shivered through her cunt. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy first cousin another climax, 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 char, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The rub down pressure of her pussy force me over the edge. The ache to cum impel my hips. 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 orgasm."air !"

My musket ball unloaded. fire after blast of cum guessing into her. I grunted with each bang. Her pussycat milked my dick. She spasmed about my shaft, drawing out every last spirt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful outburst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my idea. adept exploded before my center as my vision swam.

It was marvelous to cum inside my charwoman. The first cousin I loved. I did n't care that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last drop before I collapsed on her.

keeping her.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for respective min. I could feel her meat racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum shuffle together.

I liked it.

The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her headspring on my chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was nice. My putz stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to piddle love to my cousin over and over.

"Clint,"she said."What did you mean when you said your dad was mighty about us having sex ? Did Uncle William Jefferson Clinton lecture 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 hand with the household."

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

"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the home,"I added."Discipline. He also said that I should get hold of you. Said we loved each former, so why not do what we wanted ?"

"Good advice,"she said."Surprised you were chic enough to call for it."

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

"Uncle Clinton was a smart man."

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

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

"Nothing,"I said.

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

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a arduous smell 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 puddle next doorway at melody 's home, catching the in conclusion light beam of the September sun in their bikini 's, enceinte titty constrained by flimsy cloth.

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her torso 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 rear."He told me ... I should ... have sex other fair sex, too."

"Other char ?"Melody threw a look over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a triad ?"

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

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My custody slid up her stomach, cupping her bosom as I pressed her boldness close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her second joint, rubbing at her messy 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 fuck the hardest ?"

She shook her head as my script reached down, pressing between her thigh I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her slit. bold face. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

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

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head teacher and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their heads together over the face of the waiting area chairperson and kissing. My prick almost exploded in my first cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sis. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy dickhead,"I grunted.

To be continued ...