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

Clint Elliston

melody 's blonde hair danced about her shoulder joint as she looked around the grocery shop parking lot. We were between the kinfolk 's SUV and a magnanimous, green pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my hand, a prospicient, lithe tube of purple ice wrapped in plastic. My peter throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my slight babe 's face. Alicia stood beside melodic phrase, her eyes all-inclusive behind her glasses, her brown pilus in pigtails.

"Someone 's going to see,"melodic line complained as her hands went to her dungaree'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half sister, best friend, lover, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her knock off pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my pocket. I took them from all three inside the entrepot while we shopped.

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

"You know it does, asshole,"Melody said, though there was a playful stop to her words. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the lastly few days. We had grown up together, well friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mothers, who were baby, were my dad 's buff. melody and her baby 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 shaved aspect, Sir ?"my submissive mother asked, standing behind me as tune wiggled her jeans off her pelvic arch.

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

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should have a bald puss. That would wee you such a good, minuscule sister."

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her denim down to her knees and held out her script."okey, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the duet of gray panty I had confiscated from her."You need these to trap the juice in."

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

"What do you think, Princess ?"I asked Alicia while my hawkshaw ached.

"I think big sister wants that."

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

I arched an eyebrow at the proffered top, her white meat jiggling as she shivered, her dusky nipples thick nubs. Such a mix of compliance and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

I took her armored combat vehicle top from her."You 're welcome."

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her tail, still red from her spanking, at me. I could reek her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her dungaree down past her articulatio genus. Juices trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, immobilize with her dungaree on around her ankle. I pushed a finger's breadth 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 defenseless and anyone can see me,"she moaned, her hip joint wiggling. She fucked back onto my fingerbreadth."You know what this does to me, do n't you ?"

"Of course. You love it. You want me to troop you around naked. Maybe wearing a pinch and a dog tag reading, 'Clint 's # 1 Bitch .'I bet you would know that."

Her pussy clenched on my finger's breadth."Yes,"she moaned. Footsteps crunched on the mineral pitch A car room access opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. Make me walk around schoolhouse that way. Let everyone know I 'm yours, Clint."

earreach her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her pussy and pushed out the Popsicle from its sheath. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen treat into the depths of her snatch. Her recollective, low moan made my dick throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the moth-eaten Popsicle slid into my pussy. It was n't duncish, but I felt it. My pussy clenched about it. The iciness almost hurt. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked deeper and mysterious into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my panties on the ground."Better rushing before it all thaw in that mellow cunt."

"Yes,"I moaned, feeling the juice already trickling down my second joint."Going to ruin my favorite panties."

"You bought them for my pleasure,"Clint told me, his helping 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 telephone. He passed the gap between the two vehicle, and I heard his footsteps pause. I froze, wondering if he would come back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on the melting Popsicle, my panties 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 pick up everyone sigh. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my shivers growing worse. My poor pussy grew numb from the low temperature. It was ... something I had to abide, for Clint. And that made it even more wondrous. especial. I was putting up with this freezing shaft shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me want to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my stepbrother. He had such a grin on his handsome facial expression. Behind him, my busty Aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smiling, her eyes wide of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a bit Popsicle, red. He held it and a duad of pink, frilly, girlish panties. Alicia let out a jump yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

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

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

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

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

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

I took her hired man, squeezing it, loving the way she smiled at me. I was Clint 's initiative sex slave, the one he loved the most, but Alicia was clearly coming in as a close minute. I could n't fault him. She was so cute. So innocent. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very pose begging such gamy act to be performed on her body.

She lifted her bird with her free paw, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her smashed snatch. She gasped, hazel eye widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our little sister 's pussy. She squirmed her rose hip. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to maltreat into. He pulled them up her svelte legs slowly while Alicia 's teeth chattered, a red bead of juice trickling down her picket, privileged thigh, meeting her girlish panties.

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

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

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

She had no hesitation. 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 eff her as anything Sir Thomas More than a son loves his mother or a master cares for his slave. She did n't need the true up affection Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any hesitation, to live with all my fears and just consecrate myself fully to Clint 's commands. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny piece of me that made me verbalise off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

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

He lifted her chin."And you 're spicy pussy is hot enough to take it, trivial baby. trustingness your big brother."

"okey,"she said, tears brimming in her eye."I will."

"Come on, Cupcake,"I told her."We can sustain together while our pal 's tool stays rock punishing. He 's a jerking that way."

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

"gentlewoman, back posterior. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a pleasure for me to feast on when we get home."He licked his back talk."I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch."

"Yes, ma 's brewing up just the delectable dainty for her big boy."

The private road domicile was excruciating. Even aunty Cheryl squirmed, her face clenching at the frigidity, numbing plenty in her pussy. And yet it was strangely shake. My clit ached, and my nipples were so knockout. And, slowly, the finisher we got home, the Thomas More and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The more and more my pussy needed foreplay.

I squirmed and groaned, my hands rubbing at my jean. A large, wet smirch had soaked through my panties and the blue jean, spreading the assuredness liquid down my legs. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grinning on his face. We did this for him. Three cleaning lady suffering for his pleasance. And that only made me aroused. Made me squirm between Alicia and auntie Cheryl more and more.

"parkway 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 stick out the frigidity ?"

"Both,"I moaned, my kitty-cat clenching. The lolly was in composition now, melting faster and faster. My snatch spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

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

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

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

"Running over footer on the pavement ?"Clint asked."Hitting every car in spate ? That wo n't get us there faster."

My toes curled in my horseshoe. The hold up bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet heap slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.

And then we were in the drive. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the kindling. He looked at us, squirming on the bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. auntie Chery 's bleached-blonde braid brushed my natural blonde whorl.

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

"Please. Mommy needs her big, secure 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 cunt out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our trivial sister with thirsty eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."auntie Cheryl squeezed her large breasts stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the book binding, climbing over the primal console with athletic ease. There was enough way for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her doll. Her pink panties were a red mess, the succus soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her waistband. More succus coated her thigh with smears of red. The aroma of artificial cherry tree and clean slit filled my nose.

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

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

Clint yanked down her panty. The juice matted her brownish hair. piece of still melting slush clung to her tight cunt lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in joy as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her puss, diving oceanic abyss. He swirled it around, his fingerbreadth spreading her spread out. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her pelvic arch bucking and rising from the the seat.

"Big blood brother,"she moaned, her head tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My cunt clenched in understanding I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to birth my pussy licked out. I bit my lips, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fist as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

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

"Big brother,"she screamed out, her thigh clamped about his head.

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

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

"Thanks, mum,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed."Big crony ! Yes ! I love you ! give thanks you !"She slumped in her keister, gasping for breathing spell, her facial expression flushed.

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

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

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

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the tail end and advertize jean and sodden step-in down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his knee joint before me."Eat me. I need it. God, this was so sleep with hot. I 'm numb and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my jeans and panties down to my ankle and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't like. I clenched my numb sheath, trying to concord 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 form, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my moth-eaten folds, gathering the grape-infused pussy juice. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My benumbed figure came animated beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sense made me thrash and shuddered. My read/write head leaned back on the fanny as his clapper driving force into the depths of my twat, caressing my frozen fresh, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his lip. I could hear him swallow.

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

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

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

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her script touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint 's glossa reamed into the depths of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and gasp. I fucked my puss against his tongue, the pressure building in my depths. Every solidus of his tongue made me thrill."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her mitt cupping my white meat through my 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 orgy of the family, all serving the man of the business firm, loving him and each other, doing all the nasty things he wanted us to do.

Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my body to everyone, all the hombre staring at my flesh with lust, wishing they owned me. My cheeks red with the abasement as all the missy whispered,"Slut."

My second joint clamped about Clint 's back talk. I came.

My aching twat spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my puss into Clint 's hungry mouthpiece. He drank the flood of sweet kitty cream and grapevine juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my mind. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. 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 love. I stared back at him and moaned,"Yours !"

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

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

"Love you, asshole,"I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The world faded around me in that moment as my brother, professional, and boyfriend loved me. His knife danced with mine. I savored the grapeshot relish of my pussy.

And then he broke the kiss, his frontal bone resting on mine."I 'm going to spank you tonight for being such a smart mouth."

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

He kissed me one 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 panties were soaked orangeness. The bawd, citrus smell mingle with her spicy pussy. I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. Cherry and grape were wonderful. I hoped orange was just as good.

"mama whipped up an orange jubilee,"she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties'sash."Just for her big, strong son."

I loved hearing her say those words. My female parent was my slut. She would do anything I told her.

"Pull them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her true fuzz people of color, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of orange slush. Her thick cunt rim were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the harlot tone. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her tart passion.

I sealed my mouth on her twat, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused twat emollient. It poured into my mouth. I gulped it down, my custody seizing her ass, gripping it. Her great breasts jiggled in her dress.

My mom was a MILF.

My rooster ached so gruelling in my jean. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my womanhood. But I was strong. I was in control condition. I would pass on my charwoman the delight they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their middle. It made them happy when I took boot. It was a gift they gave me.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"Alicia said, her Good Book balmy, subdued.

"I bet it 's making your trivial kitty hot, Cupcake."Melody pulled our little sis onto her lap, her hand sliding up beneath Alicia 's skirt."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"Melody purred.

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

She groaned louder, humping against my aspect while Alicia panted and Melody nibbled on her neck. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her twat. Her juices flowed into my mouth, the Orange flavor diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

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

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

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

air gave a prankish giggle while I pictured aunt Vicky. She was two years my mom 's junior, just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the seraglio. She was like mom, a submissive adulteress in motivation of a master.

"I 'm going to do it your sis tonight,"I growled at Mom between licks."I 'm going to ram my hammer into her cunt. And you 're going to be there watching."

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, ca-ca her a slut. She needs it."Mom primer her puss on my face."Yes, yes, momma wants to determine her big, potent son fuck her babe and her daughters and her nieces. mom wants you to fuck 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 mentum and spilled down my cervix. I was such a sticky peck, and I loved it. I made all my fair sex cum.

"screwing,"I growled, lifting my face from Mom 's kitty-cat, watching her spasm."Lets get the groceries put away so I can fuck each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."ma pauperism something bigger than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the dinero so crispy, the turkey had a hint of smoky joy, and the tall mallow ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the staff of life was a deep, entirely grain. I moaned as I sat at the island counter in Aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so famished after my ten mile run at the Mungo Park. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A flock surrounded me. Lettuce and staff of life crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a expectant splotch of mayonnaise on the counter. My stage kicked as I took another insect bite, metrical unit thudding against the island. The front room access rattled, and I tensed. Someone was coming home.

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

I took another bite as the footsteps echoed. More than one somebody was dwelling house. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His Christian Bible trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a twosome of brown, paper grocery travelling bag wrapped up in his, admittedly, firm arms. His center narrowed. He was a marvellous guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Clinton. He looked a lot like his dead dad, same gloomy hair, Saame serious face.

"I see you 've made a messiness, Lee,"he said, wrangle stern.

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

aunt Cheryl and Alicia followed, both holding more food market. aunty Cheryl froze."Lee, what did you do to my kitchen ?"

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

"You are gong to clean house up this mess,"Clint said, setting the grocery udder on the far end of the retort,"by the time I finish getting the groceries."

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

His expression twitched."I 'm going to turn you over my knee, rip down your shorts and panty, and spank your ass while my mom, your sis, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laughter."right hand, like Aunt Cheryl would let you do that."

"He 's the man of the house 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 stack 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 Sir Thomas More foodstuff while my cousin, aunt, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, melodic phrase with an bore smile on her mouth, Alicia 's doe eyes wide behind her specs like she was shock I was n't following his orders, and aunty Cheryl with a cryptic smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He did n't bear the balls to follow through on his threats.

He walked in with the next load. I gave him a big grin and took the last bite of my sandwich. His eyes were arduous, commanding. A shiver ran through me. When had he stick such a spine ? I could almost believe that he could spank me.

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

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

"One more head trip,"he told me.

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

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

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

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

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at melodic phrase. She had such a vast grin on her brass. And she was dressed so unusual. Like a convention girl instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly was n't wearing a bra. I breathed in and ...

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

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

I blinked, the entire private parts of her blue jean was dark."Did you micturate yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's respectable at that,"aunt Cheryl said, a strapping tone to her voice.

What was going on ? None of them were acting rule. I mean, I know my baby was wet for Clint, but she and the imbecile tried to hide it from the kin instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few multiplication, rubbing my crotch. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an uptight jerked meat. But what was up with Alicia and aunt Cheryl ?

Melody sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her oculus staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socialization with the family ? She was such a nerd, always reading her dumb books. And aunty Cheryl ... She clearly knew about melodic phrase and Clint and ... approved ?

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

"Clint 's finally become the man of the menage,"auntie Cheryl said with a smile that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the lastly two sacks of groceries, set them down on the counter, and fixed his eyes on me."I see you did n't clean 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 spank me. He could n't.

And then his hand grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the precipitous bother in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his eyes so strong, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a little terror. It 's time you understood that you are a part of this syndicate, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we cleanse up your deal or do your chores."

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

He yanked on my hair. 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 deal scratching at his wrists. I spit like a tempestuous cat.

"Let me go, dick ! Aunt Cheryl ! avail ! Clint 's picking on me !"

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

I gasped, shuddering. How could she make out ? I did n't sympathize why my kitty got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few days back. It did n't matter if it was simple bottom, through my panties, or my dungaree, my slit grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my impertinence burning with humiliation for being treated like a slight lady friend, and then the keen pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the lounge, everyone watching, that warm itch began in my pussy. This was even more humbling than Uncle Hilary Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a piffling young lady. But this was my first cousin Clint.

He was only a year former than me.

"Please, Clint,"I gasped."I 'll clean house it up. I will. You do n't take in to do this."My hips squirmed. My pussy grew wetter as I begged.

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

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

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

"Hey,"Clint snarled, wrath crossing his face for the beginning prison term."You do n't talk to your sis like that. You respect her and love her. Like you respect and love the respite of your family line. But if you want to be a holy terror, we 'll treat you like one."

He yanked down my jogging trunks, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hired man seized my plain panty. And then he yanked them down, too. His center stared at my trimmed, inglorious bush adorning my pudenda.

My impudence 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 little girl. My cheeks burned with disgrace."Stop this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

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

My virgin cunt clenched at his touched. A wafture of ignominious heat guess through me. My trunk liked his soupcon. melodic line sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her bridge player stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here ? My snatch 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 ascension and falling and ...

Clint was hard.

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

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

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

Alicia nodded her head, her voice a low whispering,"Yes, big brother."

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

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my venter twisting with abasement. They all wanted to see me treated like a little fille. I wanted to melt into a puddle of ignominy. My pussy was growing so wet.

"number 1, tonal pattern gets to larrup you five times for calling her a squawk,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my pussycat growing hotter."Then I will paddle you ten clock time for making a mess. You will weigh them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my impudence electrocution. Now my sister would spank me ? My older, bitch of a sister ?

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

"You 're fucking him !"I accused.

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

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

A moan. What the ass ?

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

"No !"

Spank !

whirl !

Spank !

big H !

smack !

They came fast, hard, her deal smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat combustion across my figure. I felt five of them. Which made six in amount. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on ardour, my pussy dripping juices.

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

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

thunder !

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

"It 's part of your penalisation,"he growled, my squirming soundbox rubbing on his hard cock. He felt so big beneath his jeans. Uncle William Jefferson Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

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

Smack !

I yelped in annoyance again, both my butt-cheeks combustion. Alicia let out a whimpering groan, her body shifting, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so degrading. Why did that make believe my puss even wetter ?

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

pass !

"Damn, not so arduous,"I moaned, binge burning my centre.

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

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

quip !

"quartet, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"five, thank you, Melody,"I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to inter my brass into the my manpower 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 recognise what to say.

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

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

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

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My eyes widened. pain sensation exploded in my ass. Clint 's helping hand was vainglorious and come across harder. My poor flesh stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in annoyance, the rent flowing faster. My Virgo the Virgin twat clenched so hard.

Why did it experience so estimable ?

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

Smack !

His hired hand fell even harder, landing on my former butt-cheek. I clenched them both, squirming, my twat brimming with pain sensation. Melody 's script shifted on my thigh, pushing between them, her touch so soothing.

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

wisecrack !

"trine, thank you, Clint !"My clit tingled. The estrus gathered in my kitty, the botheration transforming into something different.

smack !

"tetrad, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my psyche. Shivers ran through my body. It felt ... honorable. Like the high I reached while jogging, my ramification burning, my sides aching, my warmness beating.

Smack !

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

melody 's mitt crept up my thighs.

Crack !

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

Melody 's fingerbreadth brushed the wet Robert F. Curl of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

smacking !

My bucking body rubbed my hot cunt on my babe 's digits. joy rippled out of my bitch, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the Lapp moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this feel so trade good ?

"Seven, thank you, Clint !"

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

Her actor's line were so humiliating. My babe was touching me while my full cousin spanked me. aunty Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their lips. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.

My puss clenched.
gap !

"octad !"I screamed, strain rubbing harder at my puss."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my consistence. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in movement of everyone. They would all check. They would all make love I was a slut.

Smack !

"ball club !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. line rubbed heavy at my clitoris. The sensations rushed through me."Thank you, Clint !"

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

I heard the air whoosh as Clint 's hand crashed down for the last spanking. I tensed, eager. The loud wisecrack echoed through the elbow room. The pain shot through my bruise ass, slamming heterosexual to my virgin cunt. strain 's fingerbreadth rubbed at my button, the sparks from her fingerbreadth crashing into the pain.

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

Such humiliating pleasance shot through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my first cousin 's lap, my sister 's fingers stroking my pussy. They all heard the shrieking of pleasure exploding from my backtalk. Not pain.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my judgment. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my head swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, stars exploding across my dead body. I drifted in a new blank space, a place of pleasance and pain, a shoes of wonder and delight.

I felt my body relocation, but I was separate from it. Like it was not my body at all, my thoughts flying through rapture. I was on the lounge, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushions. Clint was over me, holding my second joint apart. melodic phrase unzipped his pants.

His gumshoe flopped out, hard and put up. He was going to know me.

"Yes,"I heard myself howler."piece of ass me, Clint. I was such a brat. punish me."

His script went to my Chin, lifting my dazed head. He stared into my oculus, into my mortal. There was such commanding power in him. He pinned me with his regard as I felt his dick rub at my pussy, melodic line guiding him to my Hymen. The mite of his shaft on my virgin bitch yanked my idea 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 trunk needed."Your slut."

He thrust into me. I hardly felt the pain sensation of my hymen tearing over the burning at the stake agony raging across my discipline ass. His cock slammed into my virgin depths. The friction sent a new wave of rapture slamming into my mind.

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

Use me.

I was his slut.

"shag me,"I howled as my mind drifted on rapture and pain. My entire trunk was a sponge, drinking in sensations."Slam your dick in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the piece of ass little terror,"tonal pattern hissed beside him. Her finger shoved up beneath my cooler top and pushed aside my mutation bra. She found my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard.

My twat clenched so backbreaking on Clint 's dick as my sister twisted my tit. I howled and moaned, humping against my cousin as he slammed his tool into my spasming pussy. So much sense datum shot through me.

He pounded me hard, driving my burning ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His jetty smacked into my button. The nub ached. He bruised my pussy with the force of his fucks. He growled in ira, still punishing me with his tremendous hammer. 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 black, degrading dustup."Use me. Fuck me !"

"Dump your cum in the slut 's twat,"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 botheration in the ass. It 's time you made up for it, Lee. I own this twat. I own your body. I can do anything to you !"

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my foreland back and forth."Oh, yes, just retain fucking me. Using me. paddle me when I 'm a holy terror. Fuck me when I tease you. Oh, god, this peter !"

"Little loose woman,"Melody hissed, her fingerbreadth twisting my nipple laborious."I bet you would love to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his pelvis. My puss exploded on his pecker at the humiliating thought process. Covered in pissing ... Filthy. Another sexual climax rippled through me on the bounder of the net. I howled out mute pleasure as his cock kept hammering into me. My cousin 's vast cock.

"piece of ass her, big crony,"Alicia shouted."Fuck our sister."

"Yes, that 's your comrade piece of ass you,"moaned melodic phrase rightfulness before she captured my lips with a possessive kiss.

My brother ? The thought danced through my mind. A moment of clarity, a computer storage of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, shot through me. Was that I why did n't know my father ? Because Uncle William Jefferson Clinton was my dad all along ?

My brother was fucking me ? My big, aphrodisiac, commanding comrade ?

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

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

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

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me hard, claiming my mouth. I tasted Orange juice and something else. A spicy musk I did n't recognize. His hammer buried into the deepness of my erst Virgo the Virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My chum came in me.

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

"shucks,"Clint groaned, breaking the kiss."You are something else, slight slut. You cum hard."

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

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

"That you would ... piss on me."My kitty clenched hard. It would be so humble."I ... I ..."

"The little slattern wants it,"Melody chortled. She twisted my teat hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...