Incestuous hareem
Chapter Six : Disciplining My Bratty Sis
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

melodic line 's blonde hair danced about her shoulder joint as she looked around the grocery store parking lot. We were between the family 's SUV and a large, greens pickup hand truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my manus, a long, slender tube of purpleness ice wrapped in plastic. My cock throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my slight sister 's grimace. Alicia stood beside line, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her brown hair in pigtails.

"individual 's going to see,"Melody complained as her hands went to her blue jean'fastener. My nineteen-year-old stepsister, best friend, devotee, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the overt fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my pocket. I took them from all three inside the store while we shopped.

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

"You know it does, asshole,"Melody said, though there was a playful catch to her words. She was a hoyden even if she was dressing so sexy the cobbler's last few days. We had grown up together, proficient friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousin-german, but it turned out our mothers, who were babe, were my dad 's lovers. Melody and her babe Lee were actually my half-sisters.

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

"Do you like the shave look, Sir ?"my slavish mother asked, standing behind me as Melody wiggled her blue jean off her hips.

"Do you, big brother ?"Alicia asked, her eighteen-year-old articulation so youthful and girlish. With her pigtails and pink, frilly dress, she looked even vernal than she was.

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

She nodded her head.

air peeled her jeans down to her knee joint and held out her hand."okeh, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pair of gray panties I had confiscated from her."You need these to trap the succus in."

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

"What do you recall, Princess ?"I asked Alicia while my peter ached.

"I think big sis wants that."

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

I arched an brow at the proffered top, her breasts jiggling as she shivered, her dusky nipples thick nubs. Such a mix of submission and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

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

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her bottom, still red from her spanking, at me. I could sense her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her blue jean down past her knees. succus trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my hand between her second joint, rubbing at her hot form. She moaned, shuddering, frosty with her jeans on around her articulatio talocruralis. I pushed a finger inside her satiny profundity as I tore open the plastic thermionic vacuum tube of the popsicle with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

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

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

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

earreach her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her kitty-cat and pushed out the ice lolly from its cocktail dress. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen goody into the deepness of her snap. Her long, low groan made my shaft throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold popsicle slid into my snatch. It was n't thick, but I felt it. My slit clenched about it. The quiver almost distress. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked deeper and deeper into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my step-in on the ground."Better hurry before it all melts in that molten cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the succus already trickling down my thighs."Going to deflower my favorite panties."

"You bought them for my joy,"Clint told me, his bridge player squeezing my ass. The flaring pain reminded me of his spanking. That he owned me. That I would let him ruin all my panties.

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

My breasts jiggled as I straightened up. Behind Alicia, a guy walked by looking at his phone. He passed the gap between the two fomite, and I heard his stride pause. I froze, wondering if he would amount back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old female child out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my slit clenching down on the melting Popsicle, my scanty growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

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

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

I pulled up my jean, fastening and zipping, my tremble growing worse. My pitiable pussy grew numb from the cold. It was ... something I had to live, for Clint. And that made it even more tremendous. special. I was putting up with this freezing peter shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me want to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank car top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my stepbrother. He had such a grin on his well-favored face. Behind him, my sonsy auntie Cheryl flashed me a supportive grinning, her eyes full moon of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a 2nd Popsicle, red. He held it and a pair of pink, frilly, girlish pantie. Alicia let out a startled yip."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lifted her doll with her free bridge player, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her tight scratch. She gasped, hazel eyes widening as Clint shoved the cherry ice lolly into our little sister 's pussy. She squirmed her hips. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to step into. He pulled them up her slim legs slowly while Alicia 's dentition chattered, a red bead of juice trickling down her pale, internal thigh, meeting her girlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her panty about her articulatio coxae and pussy. He leaned in, giving her a quick osculation on her pubic mound.

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

Clint pulled out the tierce one, orangeness nip, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt."squeeze it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot cunt cooled."

She had no falter. No questions. She was wholly given over to being dominated by her son. It was what she needed. She did n't need him to love her as anything more than a son loves his female parent or a skipper cares for his hard worker. She did n't need the true philia Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any falter, to swallow all my fearfulness and just give myself fully to Clint 's statement. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a petite part of me that made me verbalize off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

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

He lifted her chin."And you 're naughty pussy is hot enough to learn it, fiddling sister. Trust your big brother."

"okay,"she said, snag brimming in her eyes."I will."

"Come on, Cupcake,"I told her."We can suffer together while our sidekick 's dick stays rock hard. He 's a jerked meat that way."

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

"lady, back keister. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to junket on when we get home."He licked his sass."I am looking forward to a lilliputian sweet before lunch."

"Yes, mum 's brewing up just the delectable treat for her big boy."

The drive home was excruciating. Even aunt Cheryl squirmed, her side clenching at the coldness, numbing mess in her pussy. And yet it was strangely exciting. My clitoris ached, and my teat were so hard. And, slowly, the finisher we got home, the Sir Thomas More and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The Thomas More and more my pussy needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my bridge player rubbing at my denim. A large, wet fleck had soaked through my panties and the dungaree, spreading the cool liquid down my ramification. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a please grin on his typeface. We did this for him. Three charwoman suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me randy. Made me squirm between Alicia and aunty Cheryl more and more.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"I moaned."Fuck, Clint."I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down."Faster. speed. Jesus, drive like you do when you play Grand Theft Auto."

"track over pedestrian on the sidewalk ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in spate ? That wo n't get us there faster."

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

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

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

"Please. Mommy needs her big, impregnable son to eat her out first."

"I need it, big brother."

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

"So I should eat her slit out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our fiddling sister with hungry eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."aunt Cheryl squeezed her enceinte bosom stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console with gymnastic simpleness. There was enough elbow room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her dame. Her pink panties were a red batch, the juices soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her cincture. More juice coated her thighs with smears of red. The scent of contrived cherry and fresh snatch filled my nose.

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

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

Clint yanked down her step-in. The juices matted her brownness hairsbreadth. Bits of still melting slush clung to her plastered pussy lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her pussy, diving oceanic abyss. He swirled it around, his fingers spreading her receptive. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her pelvis bucking and rising from the the seat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, mommy,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small-scale body thrashed."Big pal ! Yes ! I love you ! give thanks you !"She slumped in her stern, gasping for intimation, her face flushed.

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

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

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

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

Clint yanked my blue jean and step-in down to my ankles and spread me apart. The grape vine juice leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't wish. I clenched my numb cocktail dress, trying to view as in his treat as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my shaved vulva. It was so hot against my frigid shape, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a demarcation. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my moth-eaten plica, gathering the grape-infused pussy juice. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My benumbed flesh came active beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the nates as his natural language stab into the depth of my kitty-cat, caressing my stop dead sassy, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquidness sloshing inside of me. It poured into his oral fissure. I could hear him swallow.

"Yes, yes, savour your sweet,"I moaned, humping into his boldness. My clit throbbed. The delight swelled through me.

My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more pleasure than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jerking made my body thrash. My head tossed back and Forth River, Alicia and Aunt Cheryl smiling at me.

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

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

"Do it,"auntie Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my breast through my cooler top. She pinched my nipple."Cum."

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

Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my body to everyone, all the guys staring at my anatomy with lecherousness, wishing they owned me. My nerve red with the humiliation as all the girls whispered,"Slut."

My second joint clamped about Clint 's mouth. I came.

My aching kitty-cat spasmed, forcing the grape juice deep in my twat into Clint 's hungry mouth. He drank the flood of seraphic pussy cream and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my idea. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. This kickshaw. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

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

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

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

"passion you, asshole,"I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The humankind faded around me in that moment as my brother, master, and boyfriend loved me. His natural language danced with mine. I savored the grapeshot spirit of my pussy.

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

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

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

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Clint Elliston

"What have you got for me, Mommy-slut ?"I asked as I pushed up her skirt. Her scanty were soaked Orange. The tart, citrus aroma mixed with her spicy cunt. I licked my rim, hungry for one more dessert. cherry red and grape vine were wonderful. I hoped Orange was just as good.

"momma whipped up an Orange jubilee,"she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties'waistcloth."Just for her big, unattackable son."

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

"wrench them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, Joseph Black bush—her dependable pilus colour, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of Orange slush. Her duncish puss lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the cyprian smell. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her tart passion.

I sealed my mouth on her pussy, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused cunt cream. It poured into my sassing. I gulped it down, my hands seizing her ass, gripping it. Her large chest jiggled in her dress.

My mom was a MILF.

My cock ached so unvoiced in my jeans. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my fair sex. But I was strong. I was in control. I would give my women the pleasance they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their oculus. It made them happy when I took charge. It was a gift they gave me.

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

"Oh, yes, my big, unassailable son is eating mama 's snatch,"she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut."Eat every drop. mamma needs to feed her son."

"Yes, you do, aunt Cheryl,"groaned melodic phrase."Right, Cupcake ?"

"Yeah,"Alicia said, her news soft, subdued.

"I bet it 's making your little pussy hot, Cupcake."Melody pulled our little baby onto her lap, her handwriting sliding up beneath Alicia 's annulus."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"Melody purred.

Alicia shuddered beside me, her soundbox shivering as I heard Melody 's finger sink into hot, wet pussy. I groaned, my dick throbbing harder, my tongue licking faster, gathering all the orange juice out of my mom 's cunt I could.

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

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

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

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

tune gave a distasteful giggle while I pictured Aunt Vicky. She was two years my mom 's Junior, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the seraglio. She was similar mom, a submissive slut in need of a master.

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

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, create her a slut. She needs it."Mom solid ground her pussy on my face."Yes, yes, momma wants to watch her big, strong son fuck her sister and her daughter and her nieces. Mommy wants you to roll in the hay them all."

The SUV rocked as Mom spasmed. Her coming surged through her. succus squirted into my mouth. I gulped them down. They flowed over my Kuki-Chin and spilled down my neck. I was such a glutinous raft, and I loved it. I made all my char cum.

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

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

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the scratch so crispy, the turkey had a wind of smoky delight, and the cheese ... Provolone. The table mustard was spicy and the bread was a robust, whole grain. I moaned as I sat at the island return in Aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so starve after my ten mile run at the commons. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A mess surrounded me. scratch and loot crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a large splotch of mayonnaise on the replication. My stage kicked as I took another bite, feet thudding against the island. The social movement doorway rattled, and I tensed. someone was coming home.

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

I took another bite as the footfall echoed. more than than one person was home. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of brown, newspaper publisher grocery bags wrapped up in his, admittedly, strong arms. His eyes narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Clinton. He looked a lot like his short dad, like dark tomentum, same sober face.

"I see you 've made a mess, Lee,"he said, Book stern.

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

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

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

"You are gong to clean up this mess,"Clint said, setting the foodstuff cup of tea on the far end of the counter,"by the meter I finish getting the groceries."

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

His expression twitched."I 'm going to bend you over my knee, rip down your underdrawers and panties, and larrup your ass while my mom, your babe, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laugh."Right, like auntie Cheryl would let you do that."

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

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

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get more groceries while my first cousin, auntie, and baby put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, Melody with an eagre smile on her lips, Alicia 's doe eye panoptic behind her glasses like she was shock I was n't following his orders, and Aunt Cheryl with a cryptic smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't have the clump to travel along through on his threats.

He walked in with the next incumbrance. I gave him a big grin and took the in conclusion chomp of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A shiver ran through me. When had he grow such a acantha ? I could almost believe that he could larrup me.

Which was ridiculous. He was only a twelvemonth Old than me.

On his following trip, I was sucking my fingers clean of a few bead of mustard. I gave him another smirking smiling. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the can, tidal bore for him to finish bringing in the groceries.

"One Sir Thomas More trip,"he told me.

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

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

"Aunt Cheryl wo n't let you, Lint,"I said and stuck out my tongue at him.

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

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a huge grin on her look. And she was dressed so foreign. Like a rule lady friend instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

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

"Oh, we ate some popsicle in the car,"Melody said, turning to me.

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

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's good at that,"Aunt Cheryl said, a strapping tonicity to her voice.

What was going on ? None of them were acting normal. I mean, I know my sister was wet for Clint, but she and the idiot tried to hide it from the crime syndicate instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few time, rubbing my genitalia. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an nervy jerk. But what was up with Alicia and Aunt Cheryl ?

strain sucked at her digit like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her elbow room socialising with the family ? She was such a nerd, always reading her slow script. And aunt Cheryl ... She clearly knew about air and Clint and ... approved ?

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

"Clint 's finally get the man of the house,"aunt Cheryl said with a smiling that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the last two sacks of groceries, set them down on the counter, and fixed his eye on me."I see you did n't clean up your mess."

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

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

And then his hand grabbed my hair's-breadth and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to await up at him, his oculus so warm, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It 's time you understood that you are a part of this fellowship, and you will respect the others in it. No More will we clean up your messes or do your chores."

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

He yanked on my hairsbreadth. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my men scratching at his articulatio radiocarpea. I spit like a fierce cat.

"Let me go, cock ! aunt Cheryl ! Help ! Clint 's picking on me !"

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

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know ? I did n't understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few eld back. It did n't weigh if it was unembellished bottom, through my pantie, or my denim, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee joint, my impudence burning with humiliation for being treated like a trivial female child, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that warmly itch began in my kitty. This was even more mortifying than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a minuscule female child. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year Old than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll pick it up. I will. You do n't have to do this."My pelvic girdle squirmed. My kitty-cat grew wetter as I begged.

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

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

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

"Hey,"Clint snarled, anger crossing his face for the foremost meter."You do n't talk to your babe like that. You respect her and hump her. Like you respect and love the rest of your syndicate. But if you want to be a brat, we 'll do by you like one."

He yanked down my jogging short circuit, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain step-in. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, black President George W. Bush adorning my pudenda.

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

Then he sat down and yank me over his lap like I was a little daughter. My face burned with pity."block this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

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

My Virgo pussy clenched at his touched. A waving of scandalous estrus shot through me. My body liked his jot. melodic phrase sat beside him and pulled my branch over her lap. Her hand stroked my second joint up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

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

Clint was hard.

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

She was watching, standing following to Alicia, their centre both on me.

"Spank her risque ass,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her vocalization so husky."Do it. point her how strong you are."

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

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

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my tummy twisting with mortification. They all wanted to see me treated like a little girl. I wanted to unthaw into a puddle of disgrace. My pussycat was growing so wet.

"First, Melody gets to paddle you five times for calling her a bitch,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me wriggle, my puss growing hotter."Then I will spank you ten times for making a mass. You will count them out and thank us for each one."

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

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

"You 're fucking him !"I accused.

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

I gasped, bucking as the pain and humiliation guesswork through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint 's command. My thighs squeezed tight, my clit aching. The smack reverberated through the support room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

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

"No !"

Spank !

Crack !

Spank !

Smack !

Slap !

They came fast, hard, her script smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat burning at the stake across my shape. I felt five of them. Which made six in entire. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on fire, my pussy dripping juices.

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

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

big H !

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

"It 's part of your penalization,"he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard shaft. He felt so big beneath his blue jean. Uncle DeWitt Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

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

thunder !

I yelped in bother again, both my butt-cheeks burning. Alicia let out a whimpering groan, her consistency shift, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so demean. Why did that make my pussy even wetter ?

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

Crack !

"tinker's dam, not so hard,"I moaned, bout burning my eyes.

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

"trine, thank you, Melody."rent trickled down my cheek. Juices leaked out of my pussy. Why was I so turned on ?

snap !

"four-spot, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"Five, thank you, Melody,"I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to bury my face into the my hands and pelt from everyone 's watching eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. nuisance exploded in my ass. Clint 's manus was large and struck harder. My poor anatomy stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in pain in the neck, the tears flowing faster. My virginal snatch clenched so hard.

Why did it experience so just ?

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

Smack !

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

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

Crack !

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

Slap !

"quaternary, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my mind. Shivers ran through my body. It felt ... good. Like the high I reached while jogging, my leg combustion, my face aching, my heart beating.

Smack !

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

melody 's hand crept up my thighs.

Crack !

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

Melody 's fingers brushed the wet coil of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

Smack !

My bucking trunk rubbed my hot cunt on my sister 's digits. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this smell so goodness ?

"seven, thank you, Clint !"

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

Her words were so humiliating. My sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. aunty Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so thirsty. They licked their sass. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.

My cunt clenched.
Crack !

"VIII !"I screamed, tonal pattern rubbing harder at my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted eminent from my organic structure. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating sexual climax. I would cum in strawman of everyone. They would all learn. They would all know I was a slut.

savor !

"ennead !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. melody rubbed punishing at my clitoris. The esthesis rushed through me."Thank you, Clint !"

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

I heard the air whoosh as Clint 's hand crashed down for the final spanking. I tensed, eager. The garish crack echoed through the room. The painfulness gibe through my bruised ass, slamming straight to my virtuous pussy. melodic line 's finger's breadth rubbed at my clitoris, the sparks from her fingers crashing into the pain.

"Ten !"I screamed as my sexual climax exploded in the profoundness of my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

Such humiliating delight shaft through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin 's lap, my sister 's finger stroking my pussy. They all heard the screams of delight exploding from my back talk. Not ail.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my mind. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my head swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, stars exploding across my body. I drifted in a new space, a place of delight and annoyance, a home of admiration and delight.

I felt my body motion, but I was separate from it. Like it was not my body at all, my thoughts flying through transport. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushion. Clint was over me, holding my thigh apart. line unzipped his pants.

His dick flopped out, difficult and erect. He was going to get it on me.

"Yes,"I heard myself scream."shag me, Clint. I was such a holy terror. Punish me."

His helping hand went to my chin, lifting my dazed header. He stared into my eyes, into my individual. There was such commanding power in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his cock rub at my snatch, line guiding him to my Hymen. The touch of his dick on my virgin pussy yanked my thoughts back into my flesh.

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

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

He thrust into me. I hardly felt the infliction of my hymen tearing over the burning torture raging across my train ass. His rooster slammed into my pure astuteness. The friction sent a new wave of rapture slamming into my mind.

I clenched down on his cinch. He was in me so deep. He filled me up. My second joint wrapped about his shank as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast strokes. He did n't deal if he hurt me. If my pussy ached each time he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.

Use me.

I was his slut.

"shtup me,"I howled as my psyche drifted on rapture and pain. My full trunk was a sponge, drinking in sensations."Slam your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the fucking brat,"tune hissed beside him. Her finger shoved up beneath my tank top and pushed aside my fun bra. She found my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard.

My snatch clenched so surd on Clint 's dick as my sister twisted my pap. I howled and moaned, humping against my cousin as he slammed his hawkshaw into my spasming pussy. So much sensations shot through me.

He pounded me tough, driving my burning ass into the lounge. It creaked as he plowed me. His bulwark smacked into my button. The nub ached. He bruised my pussy with the effect of his fuck. He growled in ire, still punishing me with his howling peter. I savored it. Everyone watched me, everyone knew I was his disgraceful slut.

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

"Dump your cum in the slut 's cunt,"Melody hissed, twisting my nipple hard, the infliction flaring, crashing into the exaltation rippling out of my pussy.

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

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my head back and forth."Oh, yes, just restrain fucking me. Using me. larrup me when I 'm a bratwurst. fuck me when I tease you. Oh, god, this cock !"

"Little trollop,"tonal pattern hissed, her fingerbreadth twisting my nipple hard."I bet you would bang to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his pelvic girdle. My pussy exploded on his dick at the humiliating intellection. Covered in piss ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the heels of the last. I howled out wordless pleasure as his dick kept hammering into me. My full cousin 's huge cock.

"Fuck her, big brother,"Alicia shouted."Fuck our sister."

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

My buddy ? The thought process danced through my mind. A moment of clarity, a store of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, scene through me. Was that I why did n't know my father ? Because Uncle Bill Clinton was my dad all along ?

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

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

I broke the buss."Cum in me ! Cum in your slut-sister 's cunt, Clint ! trash dump it in me !"

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

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me hard, claiming my brim. I tasted orangeness succus and something else. A spicy musk I did n't greet. His rooster buried into the depths of my once Virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My brother came in me.

A final exam coming shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass burning from his discipline, my pussy spasming from his dominance. I milked out every drop of his cum. I was his hussy. His bratty whore.

"Damn,"Clint groaned, breaking the candy kiss."You are something else, little slut. You cum hard."

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

"Mean what ?"he groaned, his peter softening in me.

"That you would ... piss on me."My pussy clenched hard. It would be so mortify."I ... I ..."

"The little slut wants it,"tonal pattern chortled. She twisted my teat hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...