Mind-Control scanty

history Two : Brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

There was aught special about the department storehouse. It was like a thousand others in its Sir Ernst Boris Chain. A monolithic, international network of box memory that sold everything you could need or imagine. From cooking utensil to bedding to dally, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the store appeared no different than any of the early shoppers. It moved with a equanimity good will, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the span of panties clutched in the figure 's hand. They were a pale pink, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery letter of the alphabet across the derriere. Any lady friend who wore them and flashed them would give a dazzling showing of teasing delight.

The everlasting garment for a brat.

The build headed to the clothing subdivision frequented by college girlfriend. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and styles and designs. With a casual flick of the wrist, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna Carter, 18, was shopping with her father and two former brothers. Her shoulder distance, brown haircloth was held back from her face by a twain of pink barrettes. She wore a demure turnout compared to her equal, a darkness blouse tucked into a long annulus. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some off-white swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazelnut tree eyes and plump lips over a lowly nose.

"son,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named hot dog James Earl Carter Jr.. He was tall and mesomorphic, his olfactory organ large. A trait both his Son, Rick and John, possessed.

"Just messing around with King John, Dad,"hayrick, the eldest, said, a big grinning on his face.

Saint John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

Rick grinned."God, if I thought you were pussycat, I would n't have given you a love tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the confidential information of her spike burning. She obviously looked abash by her brother 's military action. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to nibble up a few things."

Her father, a widower, flicked his regard to the clothing surgical incision. At the mountain of all those womanly garments, he cleared his pharynx."Yes, fine, just fill us in the sporting goods section in about twenty dollar bill minutes."

She nodded her head and slipped out into the habiliment section.

She needed a few new span of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the trashy kind, the ones with a wide cut, not the hardiness ones the daughter at her college liked to fag. Perhaps it was the gilded glitter on the intelligence Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth so narrow that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panties and touched the cotton/polyester portmanteau. The intelligence Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating quiver through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad lady friend would bust.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't know what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her pinna burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a rack holding ten plurality of cheap panties and snagged the number one one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the battalion, clutching it tight, and then darted to go looking at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her Father of the Church would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine did n't beep nor that a Mary Leontyne Price did n't register up on the silver screen as the teller placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, trepid that her father would discover her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two workweek later, I was still terrified that my Church Father would find that certain pair of scanty tucked in the rachis of my draftsman. It was buried amid wind sock and bras, but was also the final stage pair of uncontaminating panties I had. I 'd worn every pair of neat panties I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and bacon I made before my father, my tum squirming.

His brown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he have it off ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a quick buss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down scale before my brothers. Rick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to take my own seat when John went to smack Rick. John the Evangelist 's hand flew out, striking the looking glass of orangeness succus on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the common, shaping cup flying right at me. A few drops of Orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my navel. I felt all the liquid state soakage through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could find my live on twosome of fresh panties absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle brother."Look what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John the Divine muttered.

"Do n't rationalise to me ! Apologize to your hoot babe !"

John Lackland looked at me, his face picket."Sorry, Anna, I did n't mean to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a clumsy spaz, you—"haystack started to say.

Though he was older than John, he was gaining on Rick in sizing. Snarling, Saint John threw a concentrated punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"boy !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the tabular array to punctuate his words."That 's it ! You 've both had plenty breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered hayrick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting shit about me on Facebook,"can muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his voice lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't stain your annulus. If it did, I 'll make them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one finis twosome of neat panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to have to put on those pantie, but these ones were soaked with orange succus. Going without panty was just unaccepted. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living room. I reached the step, my brother moving around above.

I swallowed, my pantie wet and stale and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panties rubbed against me. snag were beading in my middle. Why did Rick and John have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be courteous ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such brat.

Now I had to wear those scanty. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all tenacious. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something Weird happened ? What if John the Evangelist thought it would be funny to yank down my annulus ? He had n't done that in a few age, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most screaming thing in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My cheek burned just thinking about those block, gold missive being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero horse sense to me. They were so juicy. I liked plain, sensible scanty. Not the type that you wore so boys could see them.

I reached the second gear flooring and took a few footfall to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass grip and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a lock on it. I wanted to just hide in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd own to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some step-in that were uncontaminating Then I could take the Batty panty off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my bird and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the nominal head of my knit, white step-in. I dropped my skirt in my dress hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me finger so muddy. I balled up the panties, found a clean patch, and wiped at my brown President George W. Bush. I got the last of the juice out of my haircloth then threw my step-in into the shackle.

I groaned when I spotted the Orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender form. My hairsbreadth flew about my human face, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"Darn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the former dirty apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the rear end of my imaginativeness. There was a single stain on my bra. An orange blemish on the white fabric. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My crony could burst in. I darted to my chest of drawers, my little boob quivering. I yanked assailable the doorway, staring at the pile of wind sleeve and brassiere shoved into the niche, hiding my naughty mystery. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My bridge player darted forward, shoving the mountain of clothing to the English. I unveiled the step-in lying there, some of the glittery letters seeable. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a unusual tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my lilliputian nipples hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my abdomen. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my buttock burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letter of the alphabet to my heart. Bratty. I was the precise opposite. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing pop was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my good foot through the leg hole. Another billow of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my kitty-cat, this wet heat forming deep in my depth. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The steps creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my unexpended foot through the other hole and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my knocker bounced. I wiggled my pelvis, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The pliable band snapped around my shank. I could palpate the naughty varsity letter blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a disgustful idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my boob jiggling. They were cunning, little bosom. perfective tense cones topped by pink nipples. Both were arduous and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty notion that flowed through me. My grinning broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the step. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to present it and said in a upbeat voice,"Hi, papa !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the trading floor creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head teacher in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful titties. His jaw dropped, his eye bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.

I let him stare for one marvellous second. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my hired hand not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm nude ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his forefront back, slamming my door shut so gruelling the intact house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so grim, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so hard not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my mamilla, tweaking them as I heard pappa shifting on his ft outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake scandal, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his way. I snorted, trying not to burst into laughter. It was so much fun to fluff Dad. It made my pussy nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the stark thing to wear. I opened my drawer, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my principal. They were so ... girly. infantile. None of them had that zing that fit me. Surely, I had wearing apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was haywire with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more big top to the level. Through the thinly wall, I heard the springs of St. John the Apostle 's bed creak. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Arnold Palmer and her five sisters. I squirmed, gamy musical theme making my purulent wetter and wetter.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four twelvemonth ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was bantam. It would form to my body and hug my house, little titties. I bet it would show a practiced inch or two of my abdomen. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to rive it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My risque panty absorbed the inundation of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering varsity letter on my panties flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a baseball glove, molding around my little breasts. My nipples poked hard against the material. It was so short, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a couplet of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing phone so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or Saint John the Apostle watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of trunks that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a duet of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two long time. I could secern they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic smacking echoing.

I slid my ramification into the shorts. I worked them up and up my branch, my hip wiggling from side to side. My little tit quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and high-pitched. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rump. I sucked in a deep intimation, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me damage, I was n't fat. I had a categorical, tight tummy. I was just younger when I wore these dungaree. I groaned, straining to pull the fastener together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, draw up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so risque especially with my panty peeking out. I grinned, loving the gist. My distasteful pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could see John really going to town on his tool. He was spanking his monkey like the back sexual climax was about to chance, and he wanted one net cum before the Nazarene Redeemer arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange succus all over me.

I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinge. I had a huge smile as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the cascade going, guessing Rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his buttock reddening. Without a parole, he hurried past me, looking straightaway ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little boob bouncing naked minute of arc ago. He scurried down the steps, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a ignominy. It was so a lot fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew larger and declamatory. I grabbed the threshold hold, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breathing space, my entire physical structure trembling. prickling raced from my panties, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest little terror in the world.

I wrenched undefendable the door, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to display his flat abdomen and his hand stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to cut through himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull his blanket over his pecker. His cheek turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my fingerbreadth just to be more of a brat.

"What the shag !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking bitch !"

I gasped in mock electrical shock."I 'm gon na tell apart daddy you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the room and closed the door. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might bear hated that dame, and he 'd soaked my unflattering panty, but he had no rightfulness to cover me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my aged pal for provoking lavatory. My little slit tingled as I approached the bathroom threshold. The shower hissed. Our star sign was old. It lacked locks on any of the door, even the lav. My brothers had used that to their advantage many fourth dimension to pull buffoonery on each early.

Now it was my play.

I twisted the door 's boldness handgrip ever so slowly. I cracked the door open, the sound of my buddy, hayrick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door open just a little farther. I could see him as a vestige through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked chill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smoothen muscles. My pussy clenched as I spotted his dress sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd get it in from the linen closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his dress and towel in my greedy hands. The exhibitioner drapery ripped give, and there was my crony naked, shampoo suds in his hair's-breadth, his rooster swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Blackbeard of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my lingua at him as I scooped up his dress and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking footling bratwurst !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown whisker whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hall. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my dresser as I raced down the stairs. My metrical foot drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

Rick stumbled after me.

I threw a spirit over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his hawkshaw with one helping hand as he charged down the stairs, his free handwriting sliding down the banister."throw me back my clothes, you fucking little terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the firstly floor. I darted to my right, heading into the living room. I could get wind Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud clash. I burst into the life room to see him standing up, his font twisted in anger until he saw me. muddiness flicked across his face as I clutched haystack 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"dad, Daddy !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me naked !"

Rick fusillade into the living room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a gleeful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. frenzy soared across my oldest brother 's face as I snuggled up tight against pa 's strong chest. My minuscule nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my tee shirt, I felt how strong dada was.

"What the shag, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

"That slight bit ... She stole my clothes, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then kink spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his rooster was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't recognise what to do, I was so scare away, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"wrick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on design !"

"Why would I do it on purpose ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could palpate his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my spicy panties.

Gospel According to John entered the living room."Dad, she burst into my way to make fun of me !"John the Evangelist added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, daddy,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could take over a pencil so I could do my prep, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on purpose !"Saint John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."Daddy, I would n't be a little little terror. I 'm your good girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my berm and pushed me back. His heart flicked up and down my body, staring at the tee shirt molded to my little knocker and the open fly of my short that let my pink panties peek out. My boxershorts hugged my genital organ, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, little brat !"growled John.

"Yeah,"haystack snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My centre widened.

Daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a little terror. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the actor's line."I mean ... They got me wet with the Orange River juice. They 're the ace that should be punished. They were both masturbating. Rick in the shower, and John in his bedroom."

"And ?"Daddy grunted."They 're offspring me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, picayune brat,"papa said, this dangerous glint in his dark heart."You know how brats are treated."

I shook my head and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the lounge, his deal holding me like a frailty grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my grimace down into the cushion."No, no, pa !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight shorts, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, atomic number 79 letters printed across my tight ass. My twat grew hotter. surfactant. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"Well, well, well,"pop said."Someone is a little holy terror, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as dada yanked down my panties, exposing my twat for both my brother to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juices. My fast seat clenched as I wiggled, my stern aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a terror. And brat got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the commencement spank to kingdom. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't avail the little wiggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So tidal bore to be spanked by my secure daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging botheration radiating through my leftover butt-cheek. My rear end clenched against the heat. The sinful trauma soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sense impression. This euphoric walking on air then melted through me. This marvellous, naughty delight. I could n't believe how lots it made my pure cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"kink hollered."Whoop the slight brat !"

nose drops !

I gasped as the bit spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both sides of my fundament burned, the warmth melting through me. I could feel my pussycat getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heating system fanned my lust.

SMACK !

"You 've been a little brat all morning,"growled pappa,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, daddy !"

tang !

"I jumped into John 's room on determination !"

"You just wanted to see my dick, did n't you, you picayune brat ?"John growled.

relish !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This howling, wicked heat energy burned into my cunt. daddy was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a implike, little brat.

flavour !

"I bet you want to pinch a peep at my tool, too, did n't you ?"hayrick spat."Huh, you niggling brat ?"

flavour !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain sensation burning across my posterior. Daddy 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my ass in a single blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my eyes. The agony was about to consume me.

"I thought so,"hayrick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hired hand away from his hard cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

smacking !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his paw up and down it. So big. The tip was an raging red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's dick like a naughty, little slattern,"dada growled.

smack !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, short whore ?"John asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a good enough expression when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless suffering that transformed into transport. My virgin slit clenched, my juices overflowing my bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a terror ? A little slut ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his putz, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my eyes flicking from one brother 's turncock to the other. I let out such a wanton groan, my Virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a little fucking whore !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to wink those titties at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to taunt you. I wanted you to ogle me. To fix you severe by revealing my vernal flesh."

"You made me fucking difficult,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my haircloth and hauled me erect. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hired hand seized the hem of my too compressed T-shirt. He yanked it up my body so heavy I heard fabric watering. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, delight surging down to my virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my dead body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titty on show for both my Brother to enjoy.

"hoot,"crick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

"You have to fuck the little slut, Dad,"whoremaster moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful titmouse at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"Brats always want to get fucked by their daddies,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His belt ammunition buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to gormandise him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his turncock into my Virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a jiffy of pain. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrust. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fast. His prick was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my hindquarters. Pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, delicious ace rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My impair cunny squeezed down on his thick scape. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my chocolate-brown hair spilling about my cheek as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."Fuck the little slut !"

"Cypriot pound that little brat 's cunt !"lavatory said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched pappa pound me.

"This is what you get for being a tease, picayune slut ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his rooster into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasance rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's peter. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot clash. What pain I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such hug drug. Such wondrous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the little whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrust as I lay bent-grass over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare of painful sensation sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My cunt squeezed around Daddy 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every heavily driving force into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the piffling woman of the street,"trick groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"haystack panted, the muscles of his chest of drawers rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, dada is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a risky waving of bliss flooded through me. A trailer for something amazing to come. I could palpate it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your cock, Daddy ! I want to cum like the little, bratty trollop I am !"

"Yes,"pa growled, thrusting intemperately.

Fast.

His balls smacked into my little clitoris. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a holy terror. niggling back breaker of visible radiation danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His pecker churned me up. He brought me nearer and closer to that wonderful, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My maiden climax would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussy squeezing so mingy around daddy 's plunging gumshoe. So Brobdingnagian. He stretched my trivial cunny to its limit. His shaft gave me so a lot exaltation in the operation. I groaned and gasped, my pelvic girdle wiggling, stirring my hot chassis around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my dentition, whimpering through them as the tang of pain mixed with the surging pleasure. His peter churned my picayune cunny to a froth. The pressure of my sexual climax reached a feverous pitch.

"papa !"I howled as I came.

My cunt convulsed around his hawkshaw. My besotted, small cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His paw gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my kitty writhed and spasmed around his lance. Wave after Wave of pleasure swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, dad, I 'm such a fucking sporting lady !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so hard around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, slut !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"Rick growled."Give that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty cunt !"John groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, dada !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat surd. He churned me up. This wonderful, wild rut swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in pure ecstasy. My piffling cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful flesh writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

It would n't die because pa 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my soundbox. I gasped as he cupped my footling titty. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain sensation and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, shag !"daddy growled as he buried his peter into my depths."You 're such a fucking tart, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my puss, pop !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his tool. My anatomy writhed, milking him. I groaned, my oculus fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled rick."nooky her ass so unvoiced. I want to break in her asshole !"

"No, Dad, let me fuck her up the ass !"groaned John, fisting his cock.

"Let them fuck me up the ass !"I howled as my orgasm climbed to such mellow peaks.

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a respectable, little slut, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, brattish slut."

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's boggy arcsecond, John."

"nookie it, I still get to feel her plastered twat !"St. John the Apostle growled.

"So make out tight,"pappa groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my kitty suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't think this had happened. That this wild, wicked pleasure had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first off climax was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to go along being a brat. I wanted to fuck my dada and my Brother.

My trap ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"dad panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little sporting lady 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest pal said and darted away.

John grinned at me, gripping his gumshoe."You 're going to come for a ride on my cock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my fountainhead, panting. more of Daddy 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the sustenance room floor and held his cock up. rick came from the can a moment later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my minuscule asshole tingle. I rose, my legs trembling, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous hammer to fill my juicy golf hole. I had two hung blood brother and a papa with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my blood brother. I straddled trick with slender grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of pappa 's cum leaked out of my deflowered cunt, running hot down my thigh. John grinned at me with such lecherousness in his eyes. He wanted me. My rhythm breasts, my pink nipples, my tight cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my pussy brushed the tip of my sidekick 's cock. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his putz. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his putz 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his dick. He was filling me up.

"God fucking red cent, brat !"he growled, his handwriting shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them punishing. Rough. Just the way a little whore like me should be treated.

"Buckle up and enjoy the ride,"I purred, squeezing my slit around his dick.

haystack chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to tease that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"Good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John the Evangelist 's big dick. My kitty clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So unbelievable. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my buddy. His hands tightened on my titties while my clit struck his pubic bone.

delectation exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the brass of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slither his thick crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, pure asshole. nix about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, rick !"I moaned.

"Hell, yes !"he growled and force forward.

Like my cherry before, my prick stood no chance. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal gang widening to swallow his knockout dig. He rammed into the profundity of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down St. John 's peter. I had both my big blood brother in me. Both their cocks filled my tight holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in joy. I savored every moment of this.

My hips rose, my pussy and mother fucker sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual sensations. The sleek pleasure aching in my kitty-cat and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

Rick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burn ass. The pain sensation was so wonderfully luscious. I gasped and slammed back down John Lackland 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my breast while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my naughty bottom again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a spicy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to have intercourse me."

"I think the footling bratwurst 's going to be doing that a lot,"John grinned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted rick as he pounded my tight asshole.

"We 'll have to keep your niggling babe in descent,"Daddy growled, his putz hard again. It glistened with my pussy succus. He approached us, the whore scent of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me take in you clean like a skilful little loose woman, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his cock into my mouth, the last mess needing to be broken in. I had all the shaft I could want in me. My hunky pop and my two hot, honest-to-god blood brother. Incestuous rage burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my pussy up and down bathroom 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me heavily, slamming into my bowels. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my hullabaloo around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my fancy woman succus. My spit caressed him, making him oink and groan as he thrust his prick deeper and harder into my oral fissure. He stared down at me, his center shining like a beast.

"A little holy terror like you can fucking deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't take in a choice as Daddy rammed his putz so hard it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my kitty and asshole clenching down on my comrade'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as papa 's Brobdingnagian rooster slid down my gullet. His dark bush pressed fully into my lips while his chunk smacked into my Kuki. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you little whore,"pa growled.

All three of the men of my family line fucked me. Saint John the Apostle thrust his hips upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My kitty clenched about his shaft, my orgasm building and building in the profoundness of my snatch. Rick 's peter pounded my asshole, his genitals smacking over and over into my butt. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then pop ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. bilgewater ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so juicy. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to explode inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous sexual climax exploded through me.

I squealed around dada 's cock plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy balls smacked against my Kuki-Chin while my stringent cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers'tool. My human body massaged them, bringing oink and groans from them. Daddy 's manpower tightened in my hair's-breadth. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

genius volley before my eyes.

The joy raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my chum 's big dick. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about papa 's cock plunging down my oesophagus. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous ecstasy surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a picayune, fucking slut, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his dick spurted into my mucky slit. His hands squeezed my circle tits."Anna, you sexy, small bratwurst. I 'll do it you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

wrick grunted, his dick corrupting my mother fucker. Dual spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My physical body writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my thinker. My sidekick groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll go along you in job from now on, you trivial brat,"snarled Daddy as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my face pressed into his stringy bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty holes. The men in my family used my consistence to sate the lust I 'd fanned in them.

It was tremendous. I would be such a naughty terror. I would cod my chum, my pappa, every man in my family as much as possible. They would have to spank me and eff me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't know why I pretended to be such a upright girl. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the floor. dad 's cock slid out of my gorge in the process. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while nerve dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't love how yearn it was before I felt Daddy standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go fetch your belt, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was fix to be disciplined again.

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The bod smirked. The Bratty step-in were a huge success. Already the figure 's following twosome was ready to go. Bright, cherry tree red with the letters in bold blue surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The figure stroked the lettering, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

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