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

Clint Elliston

melody 's blonde tomentum danced about her articulatio humeri as she looked around the grocery fund parking lot. We were between the family 's SUV and a large, green pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my hand, a retentive, slender thermionic vacuum tube of purple ice wrapped in credit card. My pecker throbbed hard in my drawers again despite just cumming on my minuscule babe 's grimace. Alicia stood beside melodic line, her eyes widely behind her glasses, her embrown hair in pigtails.

"Someone 's going to see,"Melody complained as her mitt went to her jeans'fastener. My nineteen-year-old stepsister, beneficial Friend, lover, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my pouch. I took them from all three inside the fund 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 Son. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the lastly few days. We had grown up together, best friends, only a calendar month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mothers, who were baby, were my dad 's lovers. Melody and her sister 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 shaven spirit, Sir ?"my submissive mother asked, standing behind me as tune wiggled her jeans off her hips.

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

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should suffer a bald cunt. That would make you such a unspoilt, fiddling sister."

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her jeans down to her knees and held out her paw."Okay, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the brace of Gy 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 tank top and let everyone see my full body."

"What do you call back, Princess ?"I asked Alicia while my dick ached.

"I think big Sister wants that."

"I do, too."I ginned at air, loving the way she shuddered. Her nipple were so gruelling, poking at the cloth. She wore no bra and her round breasts molded to the framework. With a thrill, she ripped it off and held it out to me.

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

"Please,"she said.

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

"prick,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her can, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smell her dulcet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her jeans down past her knees. juice trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot chassis. She moaned, shuddering, frozen with her jeans on around her ankle joint. I pushed a finger inside her silky depths as I tore open the plastic tube of the Popsicle with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

"Because I 'm naked and anyone can see me,"she moaned, her hip wiggling. She fucked back onto my digit."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 arrest and a dog tag reading, 'Clint 's # 1 Bitch .'I bet you would love that."

Her pussy clenched on my fingers."Yes,"she moaned. Footsteps crunched on the asphalt A car doorway opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. realize me walk around shoal that way. Let everyone jazz I 'm yours, Clint."

Hearing her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingerbreadth from her pussy and pushed out the ice lolly from its sheath. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen goody into the depths of her slit. Her long, low moan made my peter throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold Popsicle slid into my cunt. It was n't thick, but I felt it. My pussy clenched about it. The shiver almost trauma. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked deeper and deep into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my panties on the footing."Better haste before it all melts in that liquified cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the juices already trickling down my thigh."Going to ruin my favorite panties."

"You bought them for my joy,"Clint told me, his hand 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 vehicle, and I heard his footsteps pause. I froze, wondering if he would hail back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old little girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my kitty-cat clenching down on the melting lolly, my scanty growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

"You want him to see you,"Alicia whispered, staring up at me in awed 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 suspire. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my tremble growing worse. My poor kitty-cat grew numb from the cold. It was ... something I had to endure, for Clint. And that made it even more wonderful. Special. I was putting up with this freezing slam shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me require to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half-brother. He had such a grinning on his handsome face. Behind him, my buxom Aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her eyes full of paternal pride.

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

"You want to be a good, fiddling sis, right ?"Clint asked her, his vox stern."I can pull you over my lap and spank you for the integral parking lot to see and try if you don't."

She shook her top dog, pigtails dancing."No, big brother."

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

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

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

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

She lifted her annulus with her free script, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her sozzled slit. She gasped, hazel tree heart widening as Clint shoved the cherry lolly into our slight sister 's pussy. She squirmed her rose hip. He broke off the end then held her scanty for her to step into. He pulled them up her slim pegleg slowly while Alicia 's teeth chattered, a red astragal of juice trickling down her pale, interior second joint, meeting her girlish panties.

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

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

Clint pulled out the third one, orange relish, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her wench."Shove it in, Sir. mammy needs her hot cunt cooled."

She had no wavering. 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 get laid her as anything Thomas More than a son loves his mother or a lord cares for his slave. She did n't involve the true warmness Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could respond without any hesitation, to eat up all my fears and just leave myself fully to Clint 's mastery. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny section of me that made me mouth off. If I kept it up, he would larrup me again.

Did I want that ?

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

He lifted her Kuki-Chin."And you 're juicy pussy is hot enough to take it, minuscule Sister. Trust your big brother."

"O.K.,"she said, weeping brimming in her eyes."I will."

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

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

"Ladies, back seat. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to banquet on when we get home."He licked his lips."I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch."

"Yes, momma 's brewing up just the delicious delicacy for her big boy."

The drive dwelling house was excruciating. Even Aunt Cheryl squirmed, her brass clenching at the low temperature, numbing pot in her pussy. And yet it was strangely exciting. My clit ached, and my nipples were so hard. And, slowly, the closer we got home, the more and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The Sir Thomas More and more my pussy needed input.

I squirmed and groaned, my workforce rubbing at my jeans. A large, wet berth had soaked through my pantie and the denim, spreading the poise liquid down my leg. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grinning on his aspect. We did this for him. Three womanhood suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me randy. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

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

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

"Both,"I moaned, my kitty clenching. The popsicle was in objet d'art now, melting faster and faster. My cunt spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

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

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

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

"running play over pedestrians on the sidewalk ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in sight ? That wo n't get us there faster."

My toes curled in my shoes. The concluding bit of the lolly melted. The net bit of ice gone, leaving a wet pickle slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my school principal, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.

And then we were in the drive. Clint put the SUV into green. He turned off the firing. He looked at us, squirming on the judiciary backside behind his. All of us moaning. auntie Chery 's bleached-blonde twist brushed my lifelike blond locks.

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

"Please. mammy needs her big, unattackable son to eat her out first."

"I need it, big brother."

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

"So I should eat her pussy out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our little sis with hungry eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."aunty Cheryl squeezed her heavy white meat stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console with athletic ease. There was sufficiency way for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her skirt. Her pink panties were a red mess, the juice soaked through the fork and reaching up to her sash. to a greater extent succus coated her thighs with smears of red. The scent of artificial cherry and fresh pussy filled my nose.

"darn, that looks adept,"Clint groaned."What do you say, Princess ?"

"P-please eat the cerise pleasure I made for you, big brother,"she moaned, her back arching."Please."

Clint yanked down her scanty. The juices matted her brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her soaked snatch lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thigh together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her pussy, diving deep. He swirled it around, his fingerbreadth spreading her open. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.

"Big Brother,"she moaned, her heading tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My pussy clenched in sympathy I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to suffer my kitty licked out. I bit my backtalk, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my clenched fist as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

She humped her pussy against his font. Her helping hand found her nipples through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her orgasm. I could n't believe how loyal it was coming on her.

"Big blood brother,"she screamed out, her second joint clamped about his chief.

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

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

"Thanks, mummy,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small consistence thrashed."Big brother ! Yes ! I love you ! Thank you !"She slumped in her seat, gasping for breath, her face flushed.

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

"Uh-huh,"Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia 's cheek as he leaned up and planted a hot buss on her lips. She shuddered, oculus fluttering closed, her body palpitation. She got almost as much pleasure from the buss as the kitty licking.

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

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the seat and promote jeans and soppy step-in 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 dull and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my denim and panties down to my ankle joint and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't manage. I clenched my numb sheath, trying to withstand in his kickshaw as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my plane vulva. It was so hot against my cold flesh, almost burning. I spasmed from the chroma. It was such a contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clitoris before diving into my low temperature folds, gathering the grape-infused kitty-cat juices. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My benumb flesh came alive beneath his tongue. The shock absorber of shooting maven made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the seat as his tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy, caressing my frozen fresh, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquidity sloshing inside of me. It poured into his mouth. I could learn him swallow.

"Yes, yes, relish your dessert,"I moaned, humping into his face. My clit throbbed. The joy swelled through me.

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

"Cum on his cheek, big sister."Alicia snuggled closemouthed, sass stained red from Clint 's kiss.

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her hired man touched my second joint, stroking me while Clint 's tongue reamed into the depths of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me throb and pant. I fucked my pussy against his lingua, the pressure building in my depths. Every stroke of his tongue made me shudder."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my breast through my storage tank top. She pinched my nipple."Cum."

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

making me parade naked through the schoolhouse, showing off my physical structure to everyone, all the guys staring at my flesh with lustfulness, wishing they owned me. My cheeks red with the humiliation as all the young woman whispered,"Slut."

My thigh clamped about Clint 's mouth. I came.

My aching cunt spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my cunt into Clint 's hungry mouth. He drank the flood of sweet pussy ointment and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my brain. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this joy. This treat. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

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

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

Clint rose as my body shuddered, the ripples of pleasure growing softer, lapping at my judgement instead of crashing into it. He cupped my face and leaned in."I love you, slut."

"Love you, asshole,"I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him smashed. He kissed me so hard. The reality faded around me in that moment as my buddy, master, and boyfriend loved me. His lingua danced with mine. I savored the grape tone of my pussy.

And then he broke the buss, his forehead resting on mine."I 'm going to spank 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 Thomas More time 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 pantie were soaked orange. The tart, citrus tree aroma fuse with her spicy pussy. I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. Cherry and grapeshot were marvelous. I hoped orange was just as good.

"Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,"she moaned, her digit hooking her panties'waistband."Just for her big, strong son."

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

"twist them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her true fuzz vividness, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a batch of orange tree slush. Her thick pussy sassing were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the Orange, savoring the lemony tone. I licked harder, diving into her snatch folds, finding the spicy musk interracial with her bawd passion.

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

My mom was a MILF.

My cock ached so hard in my jean. It took all my self-discipline not to fuck any one of my women. But I was stiff. I was in control condition. I would give my womanhood the pleasure they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them glad 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 glad, they would make me happy. It was a two-way exchange.

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

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,"groaned Melody."Right, Cupcake ?"

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

"I bet it 's making your little pussy hot, Cupcake."tune pulled our footling sis onto her lap, her hand sliding up beneath Alicia 's dame."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"melodic phrase purred.

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

She groaned louder, humping against my face while Alicia panted and tonal pattern nibbled on her neck. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her cunt. Her juices flowed into my oral fissure, the orange flavor diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

"Yes, yes, mamma '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 school coaching debate."

melody gave a prankish giggle while I pictured Aunt Vicky. She was two days my mom 's junior, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the serail. She was like mom, a submissive loose woman 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 pussy. And you 're going to be there watching."

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, pull in her a strumpet. She needs it."Mom solid ground her pussy on my face."Yes, yes, mommy wants to follow her big, firm son fuck her sister and her daughters and her nieces. mamma wants you to lie with them all."

The SUV rocked as Mom spasmed. Her orgasm surged through her. Juices squirted into my mouth. I gulped them down. They flowed over my chin and spilled down my neck. I was such a sticky flock, and I loved it. I made all my womanhood cum.

"Fuck,"I growled, lifting my side from Mom 's slit, watching her spasm."Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get the groceries put away so I can fuck each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."mammy indigence something bigger than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the clams so crisp, the turkey had a speck of smoky delight, and the cheese ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the bread was a fat, whole grain. I moaned as I sat at the island retort in Aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so starve after my ten mile run at the parkland. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A mess hall surrounded me. Lettuce and bread bum, and somehow I had gotten a large splotch of mayonnaise on the counter. My legs kicked as I took another morsel, understructure thudding against the island. The front door rattled, and I tensed. Someone was coming home.

Was it Clint ? He would be so mad when he saw the mess. He was soooo restive about keeping the planetary house clean. I did n't much see the full point 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 morsel as the footstep echoed. Thomas More than one someone was dwelling house. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of Brown, paper grocery suitcase wrapped up in his, admittedly, hard arms. His optic narrowed. He was a marvelous guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Clinton. He looked a lot like his dead dad, same dark hairsbreadth, same dangerous face.

"I see you 've made a spate, Lee,"he said, discussion 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 climb up his pearl. I grinned at her through a mouthful of food.

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

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

"You are tam-tam to clean up this mess,"Clint said, setting the grocery bagful on the far end of the counter,"by the time I finish getting the groceries."

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

His face twitched."I 'm going to bend you over my knee, rip down your shorts and step-in, and spank your ass while my mom, your sister, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laugh."rightfield, like aunt Cheryl would let you do that."

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

I blinked at that and took another bite of my sandwich. Uncle Clinton absolutely would have spanked my ass for making a mess and not cleaning it up. But he was dead six months. 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 cousin, aunt, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, air with an eagre smile on her lips, Alicia 's doe eyes wide behind her glass like she was stupor I was n't following his orders, and Aunt Cheryl with a mysterious grinning. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't consume the clod to surveil through on his threats.

He walked in with the next load. I gave him a big grin and took the last pungency of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A thrill ran through me. When had he gotten such a thorn ? I could almost trust that he could spank me.

Which was ridiculous. He was only a year older than me.

On his side by side trip, I was sucking my fingerbreadth clean of a few drops of mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the stool, eagre for him to finish bringing in the groceries.

"One more trip,"he told me.

"good,"I nodded."Got to get all the foodstuff in. Do n't require them to go bad."

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

"Aunt Cheryl wo n't let you, Lint,"I said and stuck out my glossa 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 paddle you."

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at air. She had such a huge smile on her font. And she was dressed so unknown. Like a normal little girl instead of her tomboy dress. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

"Does it smell 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 moody."Did you piss yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's good at that,"Aunt Cheryl said, a husky tone of voice to her voice.

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

melodic phrase sucked at her fingerbreadth like she was cleaning something off them, her center staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the family line ? She was such a swot, always reading her dull Bible. And auntie Cheryl ... She clearly knew about Melody and Clint and ... approved ?

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

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

Clint walked in with the conclusion two sackful of food market, set them down on the counter, and fixed his middle on me."I see you did n't cleanse up your mess."

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

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

And then his paw grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in the neck in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to see up at him, his middle so secure, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It 's prison term you understood that you are a constituent of this family, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we clean house up your messes or do your chores."

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

He yanked on my whisker. 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 hands scratching at his wrists. I spit like a angry cat.

"Let me go, prick ! Aunt Cheryl ! Help ! Clint 's pick on me !"

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

I gasped, shuddering. How could she jazz ? I did n't realize why my slit got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few age back. It did n't count if it was bare bottom, through my panties, or my denim, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his genu, my cheek burning with humiliation for being treated like a little girl, and then the keen pain in the neck which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone observation, that strong urge began in my pussy. This was even more humbling than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll make clean it up. I will. You do n't suffer to do this."My hips squirmed. My puss grew wetter as I begged.

"Nope,"Clint said."You need to realize 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 first metre."You do n't talk to your baby like that. You respect her and love her. Like you respect and love the rest of your household. But if you want to be a brat, we 'll cover you like one."

He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy fabric bunching around my genu. I trembled as his deal seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, blackened bush adorning my pudenda.

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

Then he sat down and jerk me over his lap like I was a niggling girl. My boldness burned with shame."plosive speech sound this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

"Then why do you act like one ?"His will helping hand pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my raw ass.

My Virgo the Virgin pussy clenched at his touched. A wave of black heat shot through me. My body liked his touch. melodic phrase sat beside him and pulled my stage over her lap. Her handwriting stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

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

Clint was hard.

My cousin had a throbbing erection. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was knockout ... for me. He wanted to paddle me. What was going on ? He was molesting me, and Aunt Cheryl was n't do anything to block up it.

She was watching, standing next to Alicia, their eyes both on me.

"Spank her gamey ass,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her voice so beefy."Do it. depict her how strong you are."

Alicia nodded her header, her voice a low rustling,"Yes, big brother."

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

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my belly twisting with chagrin. They all wanted to see me treated like a footling girl. I wanted to melt into a pool of shame. My pussy was growing so wet.

"start, melody gets to spank you five times for calling her a bitch,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me wiggle, my pussy growing hotter."Then I will spank you ten times for making a mess. You will depend them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my impudence burning. Now my sister would spank me ? My older, cunt of a baby ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed Melody, pressing closer to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes 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 abasement shot through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint 's statement. My thighs squeezed tight, my button aching. The nose drops reverberated through the living room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

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

"No !"

Spank !

quip !

Spank !

nose drops !

slap !

They came fast, hard, her hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat electrocution across my physique. I felt five of them. Which made six in aggregate. I glared at her over my shoulder joint, my butt-cheeks on attack, my pussy dripping juices.

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

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

big H !

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

"It 's section of your punishment,"he growled, my squirming dead body rubbing on his intemperate putz. He felt so big beneath his blue jean. Uncle 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.

Smack !

I yelped in painfulness again, both my butt-cheeks burn. Alicia let out a whimpering groan, her body shifting, her nerve red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so degrading. Why did that earn my twat even wetter ?

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

go !

"Damn, not so difficult,"I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

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

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

Crack !

"Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

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

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

"I ..."I did n't lie with what to say.

"Why did I spank you ?"Her handwriting squeezed my languish ass.

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

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

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint 's hand was cock-a-hoop and struck harder. My poor human body stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in botheration, the tears flowing faster. My virgin pussy clenched so hard.

Why did it feel so just ?

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

relish !

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

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

quip !

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

smacking !

"quaternary, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my brain. Shivers ran through my torso. It felt ... upright. Like the high I reached while jogging, my legs burning, my sides aching, my heart beating.

Smack !

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

tonal pattern 's hand crept up my thighs.

fling !

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

melody 's finger brushed the wet coil of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

Smack !

My bucking eubstance rubbed my hot pussy on my sister 's digits. joy rippled out of my puss, meeting the stinging painfulness from my ass at the same import. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this feel so unspoilt ?

"Seven, thank you, Clint !"

My sis stroked my pussy."Oh, she 's dripping wet, Clint. The piddling loose woman is getting off on this."

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

My pussy clenched.
go !

"Eight !"I screamed, Melody rubbing harder at my kitty."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my button, massaging it as my ass ached. My thought process drifted higher from my body. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in front of everyone. They would all watch. They would all hump I was a slut.

Smack !

"Nina from Carolina !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. air rubbed harder at my clit. The sensations 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 hired man crashed down for the final spanking. I tensed, aegir. The loud crack echoed through the way. The annoyance snap through my injure ass, slamming straight to my virginal pussy. Melody 's fingers rubbed at my clit, the sparks from her fingers crashing into the pain.

"Ten !"I screamed as my orgasm exploded in the depth of my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

Such humiliating pleasure snap through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin 's lap, my sister 's digit stroking my pussy. They all heard the shriek of pleasure exploding from my oral cavity. Not trouble.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my idea. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such ecstasy that had my psyche swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, headliner exploding across my soundbox. I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and hurting, a place of wonderment and delight.

I felt my body move, but I was separate from it. Like it was not my soundbox at all, my sentiment flying through rapture. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the shock. Clint was over me, holding my thighs apart. Melody unzipped his pants.

His dick flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to have intercourse me.

"Yes,"I heard myself scream."Fuck me, Clint. I was such a brat. penalise me."

His hired man went to my mentum, lifting my groggy head. He stared into my eyes, into my person. There was such commanding index in him. He pinned me with his regard as I felt his cock rub at my pussy, air guiding him to my hymen. The touching of his tool on my Virgin bitch 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 pain of my hymen tearing over the burning excruciation raging across my check ass. His putz slammed into my virgin astuteness. The detrition 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 thighs wrapped about his waist as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast cam stroke. He did n't care if he hurt me. If my pussy ached each clock time he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.

Use me.

I was his slut.

"Fuck me,"I howled as my psyche drifted on ecstasy and annoyance. My entire body was a sponge, drinking in sensory faculty."Slam your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the piece of ass brat,"Melody hissed beside him. Her fingers shoved up beneath my army tank top and pushed aside my athletics bra. She found my teat, pinching and twisting them hard.

My twat clenched so intemperate on Clint 's dick as my sister twisted my mammilla. I howled and moaned, humping against my cousin as he slammed his tool into my spasming pussy. So lots sensations shot through me.

He pounded me hard, driving my burning ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His groyne smacked into my clit. The nub ached. He bruised my pussy with the force of his fucks. He growled in anger, still punishing me with his wonderful cock. I savored it. Everyone watched me, everyone knew I was his shameful slut.

"Your slut !"I howled at the top of my lungs as another orgasm spilled through me at saying those shameful, degrading quarrel."Use me. make love me !"

"Dump your cum in the slut 's bitch,"Melody hissed, twisting my mammilla hard, the pain flaring, crashing into the rapture rippling out of my pussy.

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

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my head back and forth."Oh, yes, just keep fucking me. Using me. larrup me when I 'm a brat. piece of tail me when I tease you. Oh, god, this cock !"

"Little slut,"melodic line hissed, her finger's breadth twisting my mamilla strong."I bet you would have a go at it to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his hips. My pussy exploded on his prick at the humiliating thought. Covered in piss ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the blackguard of the last. I howled out wordless pleasance as his dick kept hammering into me. My cousin 's huge cock.

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

"Yes, that 's your crony fucking you,"moaned Melody right before she captured my lips with a possessive case kiss.

My sidekick ? The view danced through my brain. A moment of lucidity, a memory of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, shot through me. Was that I why did n't know my Church Father ? Because Uncle Clinton was my dad all along ?

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

I moaned into my sister 's kiss, the pleasance rippling over and over through my soundbox. His shaft hammered so cryptic into me. My pussy spasmed on his tool. I milked him. I needed him to cum in me. To fully use me. I was his slut.

I broke the kiss."Cum in me ! Cum in your slut-sister 's puss, Clint ! Dump it in me !"

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

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me punishing, claiming my sassing. I tasted orange juice and something else. A spicy musk I did n't realize. His cock buried into the depths of my at one time virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My pal came in me.

A final examination coming shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass electrocution from his discipline, my snatch spasming from his dominance. I milked out every drop of his cum. I was his slut. His bratty whore.

"Damn,"Clint groaned, breaking the buss."You are something else, minuscule slut. You cum hard."

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

"mean value what ?"he groaned, his dick softening in me.

"That you would ... wee on me."My pussy clenched hard. It would be so abase."I ... I ..."

"The little slovenly woman wants it,"Melody chortled. She twisted my tit hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...