Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping Kissing Cousin 's cherry red
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't think how a great deal prep Ms. Ayers gave us for maths,"my cousin and right friend groaned. She shook her head, her tress of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulder."Does n't she sleep with 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. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your homework and then cast off it out your bedchamber window ?"

"I did that once, prick,"she said, giving me a glower followed up by a light poke on my shoulder."One time. In the one-seventh grade. That was ages ago."

"Or four days. Not that long ago."

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

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

"Because you do n't want me to fail."She sidled secretive to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to make out and necessitate her hired hand, holding it.

But we were in world. It was one matter to be best champion with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another thing to take hold her hired man like she was your girlfriend. I could n't avail staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her mouth pursed. They were pink. line did n't wear practically lipstick. But she really did n't ask it. She had a instinctive beauty even when she wore informal tee shirt and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the mean vesture like the other girl at our school, flaunting her body, wanting all the son to look at her.

It was why we had been best booster for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next room access. I do n't know why our mother, 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 recording games. She truly was my best friend.

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

And we did n't perpetrate away.

Now we were kissing cousin-german. We made out every probability we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousin. Our female parent were sisters. It was ... legal injury. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my best friend after a class of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the solitary one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxful of wine, my older sister was just a bitch, and my immature sister retreated even farther into her volume. aunty Vicky, Melody 's female parent, tried, but she just made it forged, and my other full cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was someone I could talk to, parcel things with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thought process I was a pussy.

"So you better do your homework well,"melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little ways of showing philia around other people that did n't wait weird."Because I do n't desire to fail."

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

"I enjoy traditional gender part when they benefit me,"she grinned and licked her mouth. It was a deliberate, slowly lick.

My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in world. Damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our fundament crunching on the first of all leave-taking of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first-class honours degree cousins ? If she was just the miss next door, we would let fucked already. We could deliver been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a doomed virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take care of your lazy ass,"I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.

"Lazy ?"She arched an brow then lowered her vocalisation."I thought my ass was hot, not lazy. You loved it in those step-in I bought."

My grin spread with child, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underclothes for our shuffling out sessions. We were flirting snug and closer with going all the way. With crossing that origin into real incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to imitate my preparation, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."

"But you already told me you would. No return back, President Clinton Elliston the Third."

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

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

We reached our houses, the shade of the hulk chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The Tree 's across-the-board, greenness canopy covered to the highest degree of my yard and a one-fourth of melodic phrase 's. My planetary house was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three tale, my room in the bean. Aunt Vicky 's home was reddish-brown, only two storey, and smaller.

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

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

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

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

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

I entered the mansion and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and melody were a year and a few calendar month apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat SOB 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 donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a Father-God they knew.

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

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

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

She ripped the toast from her backtalk and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her Negroid hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, young number. She was lose weight and had Sir Thomas More energy than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her irritation nickname for me."Did you clean up your mess ?"

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with western fence lizard dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to appropriate her and cart her ass back to the kitchen. But she played association football, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my senior sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a crocked pair of jean short and a halter 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 stare at my baby, but when she was built like a brick family, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry side, her lip dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the braggart tits in the class. I know I loved Melody, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her give away midriff tan and sleek.

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

I scowled as I patted my glowering hair back into shoes. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me spirt. We were a year-and-a-half a persona in age but I was only a ground level behind her—a junior That did n't subject. She treated me like I was a fucking kid."Yeah."

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

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she create such a mickle making a objet d'art of toast ?"You see this shit ?"

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so cockeyed, and I did n't see any panty line. I flushed, my prick solidifying Why could n't Melody dress like that some of the metre. Zoey 's hip joint swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a spectacular cameltoe, the dungaree shorts hugging her slit. Damn."Ugh, Mom has n't gone market shopping yet. No OJ."

I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damn punishing, 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 pitcher of grapevine juice. She poured a chalk and leaned against the parry watching me make clean up Lee 's mess.

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

"Not really, squirt."

I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shit. She would n't sit there and watch out me strip if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Lee making a muddle and not cleaning it up either. He would hold bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other mitt, texting while sipping at her grapevine succus. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated stack. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a sign is a musing of its master. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his crime syndicate working smoothly, made sure his child did their chores.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's blackguard clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The root word of her hairsbreadth were dark-black. She did n't wear much makeup or did more than with her hair than wrench it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair's-breadth and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

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

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

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

"You 're too tired to misrepresent any Nox,"I muttered. She used to fudge dinner every night save Fridays and William Ashley Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or submarine sandwich got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

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

I hated her mocking smiling."Shut up."

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

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you go at Dairy world-beater dressed like that ?"

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

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

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

The face room access opened a here and now later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big grin on her face and delicious pregnant chad. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's drinking glass. If I did n't wash away it, the glass would just stay on the damned tabulator all Nox. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alert, he would paddle Zoey no thing what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the stud,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a plastered, abruptly skirt and thigh-high, heel rush. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the parry."How you doing ?"

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

It was Aunt Vicky 's social class. She taught story at our high up schoolhouse. Not that her being my auntie 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 prep, not wanting to establish any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

hoot, why did I have to be surrounded by cleaning lady I could n't do anything with ? Sexy womanhood. melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would wipe out me if I made a motility on her better champion. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with speculate hair,"she purred, her voice growing husky."brand them look ... dangerous."

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

Melody should wear perfume.

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

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

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

I almost threw her chicken feed to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt."I 'm not a bally little boy, bitch."

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood base runner. Dad put hardwood storey throughout all the firm for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the charwoman decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. register them you 're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are Handy. sustain them glad, and they 'll delight you, son."

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

I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stair. My little sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her facial expression staring intently at her Kindle. She was the solely member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute olfactory organ and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At 18, she was small and near, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a starter at my school."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her center locked on her account book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's dying. She spent all her fourth dimension in her room, even eating in there these solar day. What few friends she did have seemed to bear fallen away.

hoot, maybe I should lecture to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the Attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the former was storage filled with cardboard boxwood full of Yuletide decorations, old apparel, and the usual junk any crime syndicate accumulates over the days. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my knapsack when I walked in.

My room was dandy, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping Attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer window thrusting through the roof. I could suffer up to my full tiptop in it. The paries were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a decade or more than ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should set about on the homework. Melody would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a prospicient month.

A hanker serial publication of calendar month.

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

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melodic line Samuels

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

Direct contact.

That sent an excited lovingness through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one topographic point our relationship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to sustain sex with Clint. To make love to him. To receive him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first cousins. I was practically his babe. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, Danton True Young man, growing potent just like Uncle Clinton had been. Dark hairsbreadth, broad shoulder joint, muscular figure, and that stiff jawline ...

I wiggled my pelvis, wishing I owned a pair of smashed jeans to show off my bender. I know he liked tight jeans. He could n't assist but search at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her blind drunk jean or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his onetime sister.

red cent, why did my Charles Herbert Best booster have to be my cousin ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could hold hands and osculation and hug and not handle who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip burnish and applied it. I smacked my sass, tasting the flavor—it was n't my pet, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breathing time, my tummy twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

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

I stepped out of my way and passed my younger sister 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's elbow room, her bed unmade, apparel lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of step-in dangling from the border of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at abode. It was Fri, which meant a date night for most girls, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.

Girl had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and aunty Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of White River wine-coloured in my aunt 's hand. A box of cheap wine-colored set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

"Hey, Aunt 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 shoemaker's last weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my optic."Just heading next room access. Clint and I have schoolwork to crop on."

"Oh, that 's skillful,"aunty Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her boozing and pressed down on the faucet on the face of the wine box. liquid state splashed as she topped off her chalk."How long are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin-german sleep on the story when you could just take the air next door,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't mind,"aunt Cheryl said."He 's a valet de chambre like his father."She took a long drink of her wine-coloured."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to take that final gradation in our family relationship, to traverse the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all dark. We had spent our full life running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many metre. I pushed away that thought, my impudence burning, 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 someone became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.

Mom glanced at the wine-colored glass in Aunt Cheryl 's hand."Oh, soaking in the last light beam of sunniness by the pocket billiards, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. aunt Cheryl was drinking too a great deal wine. Sometimes she ended up dormancy over, passing out in Mom 's bedroom. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

"well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next room access. I hoped Clint liked my armoured combat vehicle top.

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Clint Elliston

"Son, I 'm disappointed in you,"my Church 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 pipe dream.

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

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

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

"Melody. lady friend 's had a crushed leather on you since you were kidskin. Everyone knows it. And about your calf love on her."

"Everyone ?"My cheeks burned.

"So why have n't you earn your movement ? She 's ripe."

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a adult female. You want each other. So take her, son. char love it. Be strong, be predominant. Give her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a Virgo the Virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

"Jesus,"I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it was n't real."Come on, Dad."

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some material from it. cleaning lady love it when you go down on them. You make a charwoman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll want to please you back. She 'll suck your shaft, accept your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be strong, surefooted, and in charge. subject area, Son. You need to continue a inviolable discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

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

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

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

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

"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. show speciality, and the char will want to please you, your mother included."

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

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

"Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. serious enough reason to take her in hired hand and shtup her."

"So you want me to screw all the cleaning lady in my life,"I said, rolling my eye."And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too."

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

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

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the math problem ?"melodic line asked.

I groaned at the view of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilled thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulders, the thin fabric was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

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

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

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

lastingness ... self-confidence ...

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

melodic line gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jean by the bang iteration and pulled her close to my bed. Her bosom bounced as she came up before me, her mammilla right at eye degree. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to fascinate her ass. They were unwaveringly butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, wanton, sandy-blonde haircloth falling about her side. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of baby powder and the coconut palm of her soundbox wash perfumed her. And those lips ...

"I love you, tune,"I said, pulling her down feather onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my articulatio humeri. Her heart were wide.

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

"Yes."

My script moved up and pulled her head down. Our rima oris met. yellowish pink adorned her rim. dessert and harlot at the Sami prison term. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my tool. I could feel her teat against my dresser, rubbing through both our top side. They were thick, fat, so arduous. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was powerful. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But Melody ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her genitals onto my dick.

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

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tune Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my intellect as I kissed Clint, his nerve rough with husk, his handwriting strong as they squeezed my ass through my denim. My teat tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular dresser. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My clapper played with his as he claimed my lip. He was so unattackable, so sure-footed. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt grommet. No hesitation. So bold.

My cousin was such a aphrodisiac stud.

And then his helping hand moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the osculation, not fighting him, lifting my blazonry over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were fry. I was insipid back then.

No longer.

"Damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my business firm, rhythm breasts. His finger slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, center locked on my punishing nipple."shucks, those are nice."

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

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my chest. My limb tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my cunt 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panty as he sucked and loved my nub. My point 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 knockout beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy ? I had no estimate. But he felt so huge. A tiny shake of awe dead reckoning through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my cover upon his bed. I trembled, the screening warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed soundbox heating from his nap. My tit rose as my intimation quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hairsbreadth ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his nude body. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the base, his chest rippling, a hunky-dory down of drab hair covering his pecs.

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

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

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

"Well, yours are cuter than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his brim to my decent teat. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His work force stroked my tum, his fingers strong.

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

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

Incest.

My jean popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my second joint and threw them to his bedroom floor. I was down to wearing only my black panty. They were new, bought for Clint. A rule of minuscule holes made a middle in the movement, my blonde pubic hair's-breadth peeking through.

"hoot, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my aphrodisiacal underwear, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his finger's breadth were already pulling down the girdle.

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

I lifted my ramification as he rolled my pantie down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, stymy luxuria went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

shucks, that was a aphrodisiac thought.

Clint dangled my panties from his fingers. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my ramification and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my second joint, staring at my virgin snatch surrounded by my blond bush.

This was really happening.

My step-in dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my physical body. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my second joint shut. But I could n't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his regard was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a miss any longer.

"I 'm set up,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his genitalia, feeling him."I 'm set up, Clint."

The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxershorts. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the wad of my first off hot dick. It was so dissimilar than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark coil, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, quiet like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as the miss at shoal called it. He was getting set for sex.

Ready to make have it away to me.

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

"sexual love you, line,"he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thigh. shudder rushed up my body."Love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered."Clint, I 'm make. Take me. Make love life to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard bozo hated going down on girls. My protagonist complained about young man who wanted to take in a cock sucking or have sex but did n't desire to thrash their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his fount into the folds of my virgin pussycat and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my organic structure as my cousin licked at my cunt again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his clapper sent shudder racing through my soundbox. My juices leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His hand wrapped about my thigh, pulling my kitty tight against his lips.

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

This was amazing. onanism paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his back talk against my spiritualist shape sent ripple radiating through my body. I buzzed with agitation, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

"Oh, Clint, yes,"I gasped."commodity, effective. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His tongue lapped at my maidenhead, brushing the skin covering the entering to my pussycat. My consistence squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eagre to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and—

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

My hands squeezed my breast. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every pinch of his tongue on my nub shooting bliss through my eubstance. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

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

My torso bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, big cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My finger 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 eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my intellection as his lips kept sucking. My juice flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to moan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so ready for you. pee erotic love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and substantial. My sleeve grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His hammer nudged my slit. His eyes burned as he kissed me gruelling. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. sugariness. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No curiosity he loved devouring me.

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

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Clint Elliston

Melody 's snatch was so hot against the tip of my stopcock. I felt her cerise pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a Virgo the Virgin. I was her inaugural. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my charwoman. To make love her and pleasure her.

And then she would please me.

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

It was meter. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting putz. It held for a present moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virginal soil. I broke the kiss with Melody, groaning her public figure as her tight, hot, silky, wet, perplex, stupendous physical body engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her second joint tightened about my coxa. Her organic structure cockle beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful import. I kissed her heavily, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

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

Not after sampling her delights.

My bosom beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm method of birth control. inherent aptitude guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our natural language danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"melodic line,"I groaned, breaking the buss."You 're mine. My girl."

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

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

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

earshot my first cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her build. The tip of my dick ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and Thomas More I wanted to cum. The Sir Thomas More it had to burst out of me and into her. Was she on nascence control ?

Did I care ?

No.

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

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

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

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

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

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin-german another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

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

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my figure again. The massaging imperativeness of her kitty-cat force back me over the boundary. The aching to cum propelled my pelvic girdle. There was no stopping me now. I would burst in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the rubbing of her hot material body triggering my orgasm."strain !"

My balls unloaded. clap after bam of cum pellet into her. I grunted with each volcanic eruption. Her pussy milked my peter. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every finale jet of my seed. Each one sent a powerful fit of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my nous. whiz exploded before my eyes as my imaginativeness swam.

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

Holding her.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for several minutes. I could feel her heart 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 integrate together.

I liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

"trade good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to take 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 sleep together everything about this howling dream."

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

Damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her consistence on mine."Looking out the windowpane and incubation 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 put up."He told me ... I should ... fuck other char, too."

"former adult female ?"Melody threw a tone over her shoulder."What ? cheater on me ? Or have a terzetto ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her middle, a collar in her vox."You would have a threesome with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the windowpane. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her mussy slit."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 have intercourse the hardest ?"

She shook her head as my script reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my rooster. I moved it, guiding it to her kitty. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

"red cent,"groaned melodic line, her pussy clenching on my pecker."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 aunt, your mom, while your prick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her drumhead and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their brain together over the slope of the lounge chair and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my first cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunty. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy place shite,"I grunted.

To be continued ...