Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping smooching cousin 's cherry tree
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math,"my first cousin and scoop friend groaned. She shook her head, her twist of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her berm."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to spend it on figuring out augury, cosign, and tangent."

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

"I did that once, shit,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a illuminate punch on my shoulder."One time. In the 7th degree. That was long time ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her middle."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 airless to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to strain out and charter her mitt, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one affair to be best supporter with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish cousin, it was another affair to concord her hand like she was your lady friend. I could n't help staring at the profile of her human face as we walked, her nose a small, cute jut, her rim pursed. They were pink. strain did n't wear much lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the cockeyed clothing like the other little girl at our shoal, flaunting her body, wanting all the boy to look at her.

It was why we had been better champion for as long as either of us could remember. We were both XIX, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living adjacent door. I do n't experience why our mother, who were sisters, decided to inhabit side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with melodic phrase as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my upright friend.

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

And we did n't rend away.

Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every probability we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were starting time cousins. Our female parent were sisters. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the caressing, the touching, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my best admirer after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six calendar month back, she was the only one in the family who helped me cover with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my former baby was just a cunt, and my unseasoned baby retreated even farther into her Quran. auntie Vicky, melodic line 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my other cousin, Lee, was a terror as always.

But melodic line was person I could talk to, contribution thing with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.

"So you sound do your homework well,"line said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hand. We had a lot of little shipway of showing heart around other people that did n't bet weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. tinker's damn, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Japanese maple. Why did we have to be commencement cousin ? If she was just the lady friend next door, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a deuced virgin.

"Fine, I 'll take tutelage of your lazy ass,"I said, a grin on my backtalk, my feeling light.

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

My grin spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our shuffling out sessions. We were flirting faithful and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into literal incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to imitate my homework, you need to indicate me another span of exciting panties."

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

I groaned. My dad was Hilary Rodham Clinton. I was Clint."Fine. But ... if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."

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

We reached our sign of the zodiac, the ghost of the heavyweight chestnut Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in my front line yard falling over us. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 's broad, green canopy covered most of my 1000 and a quarter of Melody 's. My house was gray with mauve trim—my female parent chose the system and Dad painted it—and rose three narration, my way in the dome. Aunt Vicky 's home was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.

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

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

"amercement,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief minute, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my brim slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

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

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

I entered the sign of the zodiac and ran almost slap into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and melodic line were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat bastard 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 spermatozoan donor."My dad had been the closest thing to a Padre they knew.

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

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

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

She ripped the pledge from her mouth and stuck her natural language out at me. She may be xviii, but she acted like she was five. Her blackness haircloth was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was slim and had Thomas More muscularity than a crackhead on speed.

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

I groaned at her annoying nickname for me."Did you clean up your fix ?"

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

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my old sister. She walked down the stairs wearing a cockeyed duad of jean drawers and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the agglomerate jiggling as she came down the stairs, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't stare at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy fuzz fell about her sultry face, her lip dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the self-aggrandizing titmouse in the family. I know I loved melody, but, damn, my sister had a soundbox that would not chuck up the sponge. She had just turned XX and loved to flash her poppycock. She sauntered by me, her hips peal, her exposed midriff tan and sleek.

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

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

"Knew it. Always loves to open a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last class. The worse."

I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she create such a mess making a piece of pledge ?"You see this diddly ?"

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

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

"right hand,"my sister said with irony, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me unclouded up Lee 's mess.

"You want to help ?"I asked as I sealed the loaf of gelt with the credit card thingie and put it into the cupboard.

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her former hand, texting while sipping at her grape succus. I grabbed a material and wiped the sideboard down. I hated messes. thing should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A plum house meant a man who was in bearing, a man who kept his fellowship working smoothly, made sure enough his tiddler did their job.

Discipline.

And it was gone.

Mom 's dog clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business concern skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The beginning of her hair were dark-black. She did n't wear lots make-up or did more with her whisker than pulling it back into a bun these days. She dyed her fuzz and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

"What 's for dinner ?"I asked Mom as she headed for the lower console beside the sink. I tried not to gaze at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.

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

"Order what you want,"Mom said, her part tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hand."I 'm too tired to cook tonight."

"You 're too tired to falsify any night,"I muttered. She used to wangle dinner every night save Fridays and William Ashley Sunday. Dad liked home-cooked repast. So did I. Ordering pizza or Chinese or subs got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"horse up, jet,"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 theatre now."

I hated her mocking smile."Shut up."

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

"You going to rinse that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

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

"They have uniforms for us to endure at the depot,"she said, snagging her bag."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 workweek ago, she had gotten a job where her friend, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her drinking glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

It beeped and she let out a delight strait."Ooh, she 's here."

The front line room access opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a red-header with a big smile on her nerve and delightful dimples. She gave my Sister a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash it, the glass would just stay on the damned rejoinder all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

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

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

It was aunty Vicky 's class. She taught history at our high school. Not that her being my aunty caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken socio-economic class taught by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my prep, not wanting to testify any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by char I could n't do anything with ? Sexy women. melody, Zoey, Mom, and even Stefani. Zoey would pop me if I made a motion on her practiced acquaintance. And Stefani knew it.

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with chew over tomentum,"she purred, her voice growing husky."shuffle them look ... dangerous."

I took a recondite 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 fag out perfume.

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

"right field, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the tabulator."Got to go pee-pee those mad bills."

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

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

She laughed. The look door closed.

I put her glass into the dish washer. It was full, so I added soap and started the lode. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood base runner. Dad put hardwood base throughout all the household for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the women decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. Show them you 're William Christopher Handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are Handy. Keep them felicitous, 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 tools since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the secondly base hallway and crossed it to the bean stairs. My little sister 's doorway opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was pocket-size and skinny, her light-brown hair in schoolgirlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my schoolhouse."You scared me."

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

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bath, her optic locked on her Holy Writ. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's decease. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these twenty-four hours. What few friends she did cause seemed to bear fallen away.

red cent, maybe I should babble to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the step to the loft. My bedchamber took up one-half of it, the other was storehouse filled with cardboard boxwood entire of Dec 25 decorations, old dress, and the common rubble any kin accumulates over the years. My room access was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

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

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

A long serial of months.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight cooler top, shivering at how it molded to my bosom. 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 cousin 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would show my pap to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an shake warmth through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one place our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to sustain sex with Clint. To build make out to him. To give him as my first man. Our relationship was out, doomed. We were first first cousin. 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, Young man, growing unattackable just like Uncle Clinton had been. night tomentum, unsubtle shoulders, muscular name, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hip joint, wishing I owned a duo of tighter jeans to show off my breaking ball. I know he liked smashed jeans. He could n't help but look at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her squiffy dungaree or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

tinker's dam, why did my proficient friend have to be my full cousin ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could hold hands and kiss and hug and not deal who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor—it was n't my favorite, but Clint loved it—and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I could n't date Clint, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.

I wanted this to live on for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sis 's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's way, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home base. It was Friday, which meant a appointment night for most girlfriend, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the parking lot running. She liked that.

Girl had too a great deal energy.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"I shrugged."Picked it up endure weekend."

"You heading somewhere ? A date ?"

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

"Oh, that 's nice,"auntie Cheryl said, her cheek red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the side of meat of the wine box. liquid splashed as she topped off her glass."How foresightful are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the storey when you could just walk next threshold,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't listen,"aunty Cheryl said."He 's a gentleman like his father."She took a foresighted beverage of her wine."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so well-situated for Clint and I to have that final exam footmark in our relationship, to sweep 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 nighttime. We had spent our entire sprightliness running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that idea, my boldness burning, and asked them,"Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

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

Mom glanced at the wine-colored glass in Aunt Cheryl 's mitt."Oh, soaking in the last shaft of temperateness by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. Aunt Cheryl was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up quiescence over, passing out in Mom 's bedroom. Maybe we should give birth an intercession or something for auntie Cheryl ?

"fountainhead, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next doorway. I hoped Clint liked my tankful top.

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Clint Elliston

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

It was n't how I expected my dreaming to start."Sorry, Dad,"I shrugged, not for sure how I knew I was dreaming. It just ... felt like a ambition.

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

"discipline, Dad,"I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot fille ? Or line ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

"If you want to get laid, your full cousin is Sir Thomas More than willing,"Dad continued.

"What ?"

"Melody. Girl 's had a crush on you since you were Thomas Kyd. Everyone knows it. And about your crunch on her."

"Everyone ?"My cheeks burned.

"So why have n't you reach your relocation ? She 's ripe."

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a char. You want each other. So get hold of her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. Give her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a Virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

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

"Now porn is n't naturalistic, but you 've learned some poppycock from it. woman love it when you go down on them. You make a cleaning lady cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hand. She 'll desire to please you back. She 'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her whoreson. Be firm, confident, and in mission. subject area, Son. You need to keep back a strong discipline with your women."

"Fuck, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house declination to stag. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your first cousin. I kept your aunty 's planetary house in assembly line, too. discipline your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

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

"Never said they were. But they like a impregnable man. The respond to it. show speciality, and the women will need to delight you, your mother included."

"Great, now you 're saying I should seduce Mom. roll in the hay, I have a horny subconscious"

"Your mother could use a tough fucking."Dad gave me a life-threatening look."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was warm for her. I was there for her to list against when things were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your Sister. And your cousins.

"Especially tonal pattern. You love her. She loves you. unspoilt enough reason to take her in deal and fuck her."

"So you want me to do it all the cleaning lady in my living,"I said, rolling my centre."And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too."

"Another girl in need of a man to keep her in argument,"Dad agreed."sword lily you understand. pretend me proud, Son."

The strait of my chamber door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jean. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to have it off all the char in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the mathematics job ?"melody asked.

I groaned at the plenty of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and ...

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

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

Dad 's Christian Bible in my ambition spoke to me. My cousin-german wanted me. Why else would she bear that top with no bra ? Her round breasts were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her mammilla hard, her cheek flushed. She wiggled her hip, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

lastingness ... Confidence ...

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

Melody gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jeans by the whang loop topology and pulled her close to my bed. Her chest bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her whang loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were strong butt-cheeks.

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

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

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

"Yes."

My paw moved up and pulled her head down. Our utter met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and cocotte at the same prison term. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my stopcock. I could feel her nipples against my thorax, rubbing through both our tops. They were compact, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was correct. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my kinfolk. But Melody ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heating of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

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

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strain Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my nous as I kissed Clint, his nerve rough with stubble, his mitt strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My tit 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 tongue played with his as he claimed my back talk. He was so stiff, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No disinclination. So bold.

My full cousin was such a aphrodisiac stud.

And then his bridge player moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank car top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my sleeve over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me defenseless since we were tike. I was flat back then.

No longer.

"hoot, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, circle tit. His finger slid across my left tit to my swarthy areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple."Damn, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my knocker. I did n't dress like his sis 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 lip latched onto my nub and sucked.

My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rushing radiating from my breast. My arms tightened about his neck opening. I squirmed harder, a liquid heating plant simmering in my slit 's deepness. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

"Clint,"I groaned, shuddering on him."Oh, wow, Clint. That 's ... .oh, that 's nice. That 's ... Yes !"

His pecker was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy ? I had no theme. But he felt so huge. A bantam tremble of care slam 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 back upon his bed. I trembled, the top warm on my naked hide, radiating the absorbed body high temperature from his nap. My knocker rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his fuzz ruffled from sleeping.

My paw shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his defenseless torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his thorax rippling, a fine down of dismal hair covering his pecs.

I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pectoral and brushed his tit, the same twilight tone as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my manus caressed his body.

"That feel Wyrd,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"Well, yours are cute than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my belly, his fingers strong.

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

"I know,"he said after popping his rima oris off my mamilla. His non-white eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't traverse him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My jean popped unfastened. I gasped as he yanked them down my second joint and threw them to his chamber storey. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Clint. A approach pattern of little holes made a meat in the front, my blonde pubic pilus 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 fingers were already pulling down the waistband.

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

I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my thigh. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A moving ridge of hot, embarrassed lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.

My man.

damn, that was a sexy thought.

Clint dangled my step-in from his fingerbreadth. It looked like such a small fight of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin cunt surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My panties dropped from his deal. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I could n't. start out of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me feel so womanly. I was n't a girl any longer.

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

The turn my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open dungaree, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the mess of my first live dick. It was so unlike than the pictures I had seen on the internet. real number. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark ringlet, overweight balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, bland like a helmet, and a clear liquid state beaded out. Precum as the girls at schooltime called it. He was getting ready for sex.

Ready to make have it away to me.

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

"Love you, Melody,"he growled, athirst. His hands grasped my thigh. Shivers rushed up my organic structure."erotic love you so a lot. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't suffice. He leaned his head down for my kitty. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. pack me. Make love to me."

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

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

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his face into the flexure of my Virgo pussycat and licked. My back arched. I let out a low groan. His glossa felt nonplus as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my consistency as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent thrill racing through my body. My juices leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His bridge player wrapped about my thighs, pulling my pussy tight against his lips.

"Oh, my god, Clint,"I gasped, my eyes widening. I had masturbated before. Many clock time. Often after we had made out.

This was amazing. onanism paled. His natural language was wonderful. The rough tactile property of his lip against my medium anatomy sent ripples radiating through my body. I buzzed with upheaval, squirming, unable to help myself.

"You taste proficient, tune,"he groaned."Delicious."

"Oh, Clint, yes,"I gasped."Good, secure. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His glossa lapped at my virginal membrane, brushing the peel covering the entryway to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his prick 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 breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clitoris. Every touch of his natural language on my nub barb bliss through my dead body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his oral fissure, my head swimming with the boot of his knife. 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 body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, better-looking cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My fingers sank into my business 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. delight danced across my cerebration as his brim 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 fix for you. Make love to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my kitty. His center burned as he kissed me difficult. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted confection and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

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

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

Clint Elliston

tonal pattern 's pussy was so hot against the tip of my turncock. I felt her cherry pressing on the cap of my hawkshaw. She was a virgin. I was her get-go. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To hold her as my woman. To have intercourse her and pleasure her.

And then she would delight me.

Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My nub beat so fast. Her nipple rubbed on my chest.

It was clip. bold face. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting tool. It held for a second and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into Virgo territory. I broke the kiss with air, groaning her name as her blind drunk, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous human body engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her thighs tightened about my pelvic arch. Her body ruffle beneath me. I savored the spirit of her. Nineteen twelvemonth had brought us to this wonderful mo. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her puss. Her flesh was hot and silklike. It caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing cloud nine. My bridge player would never feel the Same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My heart beat faster and faster as our dead body moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. inherent aptitude guided us. Her custody roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

"melody,"I groaned, breaking the kiss."You 're mine. My girl."

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

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

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

Hearing my cousin say that made me moan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her physique. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The More it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control ?

Did I like ?

No.

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

"Yes,"she gasped, finger clawing at my back."Oh, yes, do it. I ... I ... I want this, Clint. I want you. I wish we did n't have to obscure this."

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

Our build slapped together. Her physical structure quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her pap 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 long, low groan as her pussycat convulsed."Clint !"

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a rivet for giving my sexy cousin 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 cleaning woman, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massage pressure level of her pussy drove me over the sharpness. The aching to cum impel my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my first cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot build triggering my orgasm."air !"

My testicle unloaded. Blast after blast of cum snapshot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her kitty-cat milked my dick. She spasmed about my prick, drawing out every last spurt of my seeded player. Each one sent a potent fit of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. headliner exploded before my centre as my vision swam.

It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I did n't like that incest was unseasonable. 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.

property her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my peter softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the succus 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 respective arcminute. I could feel her substance 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 merge together.

I liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

"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 Hilary Rodham Clinton was a impertinent 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.

"aught,"I said.

"Nope, I want to roll in the hay everything about this terrific dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a laborious face as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my house 's backyard and aunty Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and aunty Vicky were sunning by the pocket billiards succeeding door at melodic phrase 's home, catching the conclusion shaft of light of the September sun in their bikini 's, large white meat constrained by flimsy cloth.

damn, they both looked good.

Naked Melody wormed before me, rubbing her organic structure on mine."Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me,"she said. She peered out."Nor is ogling our mothers."

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully put up."He told me ... I should ... fuck other women, too."

"former women ?"tune threw a look over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a threesome ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a grab in her part."You would have a trio with me ?"

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

"Anything ?"I asked, wrapping my weapon around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tit as I pressed her face close to the windowpane. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy cunt."You would do anything I wanted, would n't you ?"

"Maybe,"she groaned again, squirming."We should n't do this here. They could see us."

That made me dick ache more."You know who my dad said I should fuck the hardest ?"

She shook her school principal as my hand reached down, pressing between her second joint I found my turncock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. bold face. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

"Damn,"groaned tonal pattern, her purulent clenching on my dick."You sure that 's not what you want ? I mean, it 's not like your dad was really telling you this."

"Maybe,"I groaned, hugging her."My mom is beautiful."

"She is,"air groaned, her pelvic arch shaking."I ca n't believe I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your gumshoe is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their promontory together over the English of the sofa chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin-german 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was cipher sisterly about the kiss.

"sanctum shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...