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 store parking lot. We were between the family 's SUV and a orotund, park pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my hand, a foresighted, lithe tube-shaped structure of imperial ice wrapped in charge card. My cock throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my lilliputian sister 's face. Alicia stood beside Melody, her eyes widely behind her deoxyephedrine, her brownish haircloth in pigtails.

"somebody 's going to see,"Melody complained as her custody went to her jean'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half sister, best friend, lover, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing striptease leading to her shave pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my sack. I took them from all three inside the store while we shopped.

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

"You know it does, asshole,"line said, though there was a playful catch to her words. She was a hoyden even if she was dressing so sexy the last few mean solar day. We had grown up together, dear ally, only a calendar month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mothers, who were sister, were my dad 's lover. melody and her Sister Lee were actually my half-sisters.

And now that I was man of the business firm, I wanted to own them all.

"Do you like the shaved look, Sir ?"my subservient female parent asked, standing behind me as line wiggled her denim off her pelvis.

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

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should cause a bald twat. That would construct you such a respectable, little sister."

She nodded her head.

melodic line peeled her jeans down to her human knee and held out her hand."okay, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my sack and pulled out the duad of grey-haired pantie I had confiscated from her."You need these to entrap the succus in."

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

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

"I think big babe wants that."

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

I arched an eyebrow at the proffered top, her titty jiggling as she shivered, her swarthy nipples midst nubs. Such a mix of submission and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

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

"son of a bitch,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her butt, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smack her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her jeans down past her knees. Juices trickled down her thighs.

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

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

"Because I 'm bare and anyone can see me,"she moaned, her hips 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 collar and a dog tag Reading, 'Clint 's # 1 kick .'I bet you would bang that."

Her kitty-cat clenched on my finger."Yes,"she moaned. footfall crunched on the asphalt A car door opened nearby. She shuddered."Oh, yes, I would. Make me walk around school day that way. Let everyone jazz I 'm yours, Clint."

earshot her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingerbreadth from her pussy and pushed out the Popsicle from its sheath. I brought it to her puss and shoved the stop dead treat into the depths of her snatch. Her long, low groan made my dick throb.

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Melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the frigid lollipop slid into my pussy. It was n't thick, but I felt it. My snatch clenched about it. The chill almost detriment. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked deeper and deeper into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my panty on the ground."wagerer rush before it all melts in that molten cunt."

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

"You bought them for my pleasure,"Clint told me, his bridge player squeezing my ass. The flaring infliction 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 vehicles, and I heard his footfall pause. I froze, wondering if he would come back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old little girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my snatch clenching down on the thaw lolly, my panties growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

"You want him to see you,"Alicia whispered, staring up at me in awful shock. She pushed up her glasses.

"I do, Cupcake,"I whispered back. I trembled, waiting. But then the man kept walking. I could hear everyone sigh. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my tremble growing worse. My pathetic pussycat grew numb from the cold. It was ... something I had to endure, for Clint. And that made it even more rattling. Special. 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 tankful top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half brother. He had such a grin on his well-favored face. Behind him, my full-bosomed auntie Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her centre wax of enate pride.

Clint pulled out a second ice lolly, red. He held it and a pair of pink, frilly, schoolgirlish panties. Alicia let out a startled yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

"You want to be a skillful, little sister, right ?"Clint asked her, his voice stern."I can pull you over my lap and spank you for the integral 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 up the plastic.

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

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

I took her hand, squeezing it, loving the way she smiled at me. I was Clint 's first sex slave, the one he loved the most, but Alicia was clearly coming in as a close second. I could n't find fault him. She was so cunning. So innocent. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very affectation begging such gamy acts to be performed on her body.

She lifted her wench with her justify hand, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her tight prick. She gasped, hazelnut eyes widening as Clint shoved the cerise lollipop into our petty baby 's kitty-cat. She squirmed her pelvis. He broke off the end then held her panty for her to ill-treat into. He pulled them up her melt off branch slowly while Alicia 's tooth chattered, a red bead of succus trickling down her pale, inside second joint, meeting her girlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her panties about her pelvic arch and pussy. He leaned in, giving her a quick buss on her pubic mound.

"I know,"I told her, squirming. My thighs pressed tight as to a greater extent of the grape ice lolly melted in me. But it was still so cold. I shivered again.

Clint pulled out the tierce one, orange tree spirit, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt."shove it in, Sir. mamma 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 call for him to love her as anything more than a son loves his mother or a maestro cares for his slave. She did n't want the true affection Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could respond without any faltering, to swallow all my concern and just give myself fully to Clint 's commands. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny part of me that made me utter off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

"It 's so moth-eaten,"Alicia moaned."Big blood brother, please, it 's numbing me."

He lifted her chin."And you 're naughty twat is hot enough to carry it, little sister. Trust your big brother."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mum 's brewing up just the yummiest treat for her big boy."

The drive home was excruciating. Even Aunt Cheryl squirmed, her face clenching at the frigidness, numbing great deal in her cunt. And yet it was strangely stimulate. My clit ached, and my pap were so hard. And, slowly, the closer we got home, the more and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The more and more my kitty-cat needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my helping hand rubbing at my jeans. A large, wet spot had soaked through my panties and the denim, spreading the cool liquid down my legs. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a proud of grin on his face. We did this for him. Three womanhood suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me ruttish. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

"Drive faster, Clint,"I moaned."I need you to thrash 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 pussy clenching. The Popsicle was in musical composition now, melting faster and faster. My pussycat spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

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

"You 're just happy to posit to him,"auntie Cheryl moaned."That 's what makes you hot. Your consistency needs this, Alicia. You need him to make you do thing you would never do on your own. You need to relieve oneself him glad. It brings you such joy."

"Yes,"I moaned."Fuck, Clint."I humped the air, the seat belt fighting to preserve me down."Faster. f number. Redeemer, drive like you do when you play thousand thievery Auto."

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

My toes curled in my place. The finally bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess 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 private road. Clint put the SUV into Mungo Park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench posterior behind his. All of us moaning. auntie Chery 's bleached-blonde plait brushed my lifelike blonde locks.

"Clint,"I moaned."Do n't just ascertain us. Please, please, bat us. Eat your desserts."

"Please. mummy needs her big, strong son to eat her out first."

"I need it, big brother."

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

"So I should eat her cunt out first ?"Clint asked, staring at our fiddling baby with thirsty eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."aunt Cheryl squeezed her declamatory breasts stretching out her Conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central cabinet with athletic ease. There was enough way for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her doll. Her garden pink panties were a red mess, the juices soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her girdle. to a greater extent succus coated her thighs with smears of red. The odor of artificial cerise and fresh pussy filled my nose.

"shit, that looks beneficial,"Clint groaned."What do you say, Princess ?"

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

Clint yanked down her panties. The succus matted her brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her tight pussy lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delectation as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my second joint together as he cleaned her up.

His lingua probed into her pussy, diving deep. He swirled it around, his finger's breadth spreading her open. Then he sealed her mouth on her maw and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.

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

My twat clenched in sympathy I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to have 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 case. Her hands found her nipples through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her coming. I could n't believe how fasting it was coming on her.

"Big pal,"she screamed out, her thighs clamped about his head.

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

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

"Thanks, Mommy,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed."Big comrade ! Yes ! I love you ! give thanks you !"She slumped in her butt, gasping for breath, her font flushed.

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

"Uh-huh,"Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussycat juices. He cupped Alicia 's face as he leaned up and planted a hot buss on her lips. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed, her soundbox trembling. She got almost as much delight from the candy kiss as the kitty licking.

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

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my dungaree. I lifted my ass off the fundament and promote jean and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his genu before me."Eat me. I need it. God, this was so fucking hot. I 'm dead and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my denim and scanty down to my ankles and spread me apart. The grape succus leaked out of my cunt. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't care. I clenched my benumbed sheath, trying to hold in his dainty as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my trim vulva. It was so hot against my cold-blooded flesh, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a line. He licked again, this prison term up to my clit before diving into my frigid folds, gathering the grape-infused pussy juices. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My blunt flesh came alive beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My top dog leaned back on the seat as his tongue thrust into the profundity of my twat, caressing my rooted new, returning warmth to my snatch while sucking out the liquid state sloshing inside of me. It poured into his mouth. I could get wind him swallow.

"Yes, yes, enjoy your dessert,"I moaned, humping into his grimace. My button throbbed. The pleasure 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 jar 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 nigh, backtalk stained red from Clint 's kiss.

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her hand touched my second joint, stroking me while Clint 's tongue reamed into the astuteness of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me frisson and gasp. I fucked my puss against his tongue, the pressure building in my profundity. Every stroke of his tongue made me shudder."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her helping hand cupping my boob through my armoured combat vehicle top. She pinched my nipple."Cum."

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

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

My second joint clamped about Clint 's mouth. I came.

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

His drear centre looked up at me from between my thigh. I felt the commanding making 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 nous instead of crashing into it. He cupped my cheek and leaned in."I love you, slut."

"passion you, asshole,"I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The reality faded around me in that moment as my sidekick, skipper, and boyfriend loved me. His knife danced with mine. I savored the grape flavor of my pussy.

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

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

He kissed me one more than sentence 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 scanty were soaked orange tree. The cyprian, citrus aroma mix in with her spicy pussy. I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. cerise and grape were tremendous. I hoped orange was just as good.

"Mommy whipped up an Orange River jubilee,"she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties'waistband."Just for her big, firm son."

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

"puff them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her true hair color, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a peck of orange slush. Her slurred kitty-cat lip were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange tree, savoring the tart flavor. I licked harder, diving into her puss faithful, finding the spicy musk unify with her tart passion.

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

My mom was a MILF.

My rooster ached so hard in my blue jean. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my women. But I was strong. I was in command. I would give my women the pleasure they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them felicitous when I took charge. It was a giving they gave me.

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

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

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,"groaned melodic phrase."right wing, Cupcake ?"

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

"I bet it 's making your little cunt hot, Cupcake."melodic phrase pulled our little sister onto her lap, her hired hand sliding up beneath Alicia 's skirt."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"air purred.

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

She groaned louder, humping against my human face while Alicia panted and melodic line nibbled on her cervix. I squeezed my mom 's ass, pulling her tight, sucking at her snatch. Her juice flowed into my sassing, the orange flavor diminishing, the spicy musk rising.

"Yes, yes, Mommy 's son is strong. He has three fair sex 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 schooling coaching debate."

Melody gave a mischievous 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 harem. She was like mom, a submissive jade in indigence of a master.

"I 'm going to fuck your sister tonight,"I growled at Mom between salt lick."I 'm going to ram my cock into her cunt. And you 're going to be there watching."

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, cook her a slut. She needs it."Mom ground her slit on my case."Yes, yes, mummy wants to watch her big, potent son fuck her Sister and her daughters and her nieces. Mommy wants you to fuck them all."

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

"screw,"I growled, lifting my typeface from Mom 's slit, watching her spasm."LET get the groceries put away so I can screw each and every one of you !"

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."mamma needs something bigger than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the clams so crispy, the turkey had a hint of smoky delectation, and the cheeseflower ... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the moolah was a productive, completely caryopsis. I moaned as I sat at the island buffet in aunt Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so famished after my ten mile run at the park. I took another sting, groaning in delight.

A mess surrounded me. clams and bread crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a prominent blotch of mayonnaise on the return. My pegleg kicked as I took another morsel, feet 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 edgy about keeping the house clean. I did n't often see the power 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 bite as the footsteps echoed. Thomas More than one someone was plate. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to enjoy ..."His tidings trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of brown, report grocery bags wrapped up in his, admittedly, strong arms. His centre narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle William Jefferson Clinton. He looked a lot like his suddenly dad, same dark pilus, Saami serious face.

"I see you 've made a mess, Lee,"he said, words 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 Melody. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to jump his os. I grinned at her through a mouthful of food.

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

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

"You are gong to clean up this mess,"Clint said, setting the foodstuff bag on the far end of the parry,"by the time I finish getting the groceries."

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

His grimace twitched."I 'm going to deflect you over my knee, rip down your short circuit and pantie, and spank your ass while my mom, your sister, and Alicia watch."

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

"He 's the man of the sign now, lamb,"auntie Cheryl said."Just like your Uncle Clinton was before him."

I blinked at that and took another sharpness of my sandwich. Uncle Clinton absolutely would receive spanked my ass for making a mess and not cleaning it up. But he was absolutely 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 full cousin, aunt, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, tune with an eager smile on her lips, Alicia 's doe eyes full behind her glasses like she was shock I was n't following his orders, and Aunt Cheryl with a mysterious smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

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

He walked in with the following incumbrance. I gave him a big grin and took the last chomp of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A shiver ran through me. When had he engender such a spine ? I could almost believe that he could spank me.

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

On his next stumble, I was sucking my finger clean of a few driblet of mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He would n't do anything. I squirmed on the stool, eagre for him to finish up bringing in the groceries.

"One more than 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 toilet of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the cupboard."And if you keep calling him Lint, he 'll really spank you."

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a huge grin on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a normal 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 smack like Kool-Aid ?"I blinked.

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

I blinked, the entire crotch of her jean was dark."Did you relieve oneself yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He 's ripe at that,"Aunt Cheryl said, a husky timber to her voice.

What was going on ? None of them were acting pattern. I mean, I know my baby was wet for Clint, but she and the retard tried to hide it from the family 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 high-strung jerk. But what was up with Alicia and aunt Cheryl ?

tonal pattern sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her ice. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the family ? She was such a nerd, always reading her mute books. And aunt Cheryl ... She clearly knew about tonal pattern and Clint and ... approved ?

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

"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 last two sacks of foodstuff, 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 feces."Have fun cleaning it up for me, Lint."He would n't spank me.

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

And then his hand grabbed my haircloth and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his eye so strong, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a bratwurst. It 's time you understood that you are a part of this family, and you will honor the others in it. No more will we clean up your mint or do your chores."

"brand 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 hands scratching at his wrists. I spit like a furious cat.

"Let me go, pecker ! aunty Cheryl ! Help ! Clint 's picking on me !"

"You brought this on yourself, dear,"Aunt Cheryl purred."And do n't hazard 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 great deal you liked it when my married man would do it."

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know ? I did n't infer why my slit got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Bill Clinton spanked me. It started a few years back. It did n't count if it was simple bottom, through my scanty, or my jean, my slit grew hot from behind forced over his stifle, my nerve burning with humiliation for being treated like a little female child, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that strong scabies began in my kitty. This was even more humiliating than Uncle President Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a niggling lady friend. But this was my first cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

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

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

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

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

"Hey,"Clint snarled, anger crossing his case for the number 1 time."You do n't spill to your sister like that. You respect her and know her. Like you respect and love the residue of your syndicate. But if you want to be a bratwurst, we 'll handle you like one."

He yanked down my jogging shortstop, the stretchable fabric bunching around my genu. I trembled as his hands seized my plain step-in. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, melanize bush adorning my pudenda.

My impertinence went crimson. He was staring at my pussycat. My full cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and yank me over his lap like I was a small young lady. My buttock 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 give script pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my nude ass.

My Virgo pussycat clenched at his touched. A wave of black heat guessing through me. My soundbox liked his hint. Melody sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here ? My cunt clenched again. I felt hot succus leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thigh. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my breadbasket rebellion and falling and ...

Clint was hard.

My cousin had a shiver erection. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was hard ... for me. He wanted to spank me. What was going on ? He was molesting me, and aunt Cheryl was n't do anything to give up it.

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

"Spank her naughty ass,"aunty Cheryl moaned, her voice so husky."Do it. Show her how unattackable you are."

Alicia nodded her point, her voice a low whisper,"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 stomach twisting with chagrin. They all wanted to see me treated like a little missy. I wanted to meld into a puddle of shame. My kitty-cat was growing so wet.

"kickoff, tune gets to larrup you five times for calling her a bitch,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me wriggle, my pussy growing hotter."Then I will larrup you ten meter for making a mess. You will count them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my cheeks burning. Now my babe would paddle me ? My older, gripe of a sister ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed air, pressing close-fitting 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 bridge player down hard on my ass.

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

A moan. What the fuck ?

"You 're supposed to say something, Lee,"tonal pattern said, not hiding the gloat in her voice.

"No !"

Spank !

snap !

Spank !

Smack !

smacking !

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

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

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

hell dust !

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

"It 's parting of your punishment,"he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard shaft. He felt so big beneath his denim. 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.

flavor !

I yelped in pain sensation again, both my butt-cheeks burning at the stake. Alicia let out a whimpering groan, her torso shift, her brass red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so demean. Why did that make my pussy even wetter ?

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

fracture !

"shit, not so hard,"I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

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

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

gap !

"Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"Little Phoebe, thank you, air,"I said, breathing out relievo. I wanted to swallow up my face into the my hands and fell from everyone 's watching eyes.

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

"I ..."I did n't know what to say.

"Why did I paddle you ?"Her handwriting 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 real fun begins."

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My oculus widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint 's hand was bigger and affect harder. My poor flesh stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in botheration, the tears flowing faster. My virgin pussy clenched so hard.

Why did it find so good ?

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

Smack !

His deal fell even harder, landing on my other butt-cheek. I clenched them both, squirming, my puss brimming with painful sensation. Melody 's hand shifted on my thigh, pushing between them, her touch so soothing.

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

wisecrack !

"3, thank you, Clint !"My clit tingled. The heat gathered in my pussy, the infliction transforming into something different.

slap !

"quadruplet, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my head. Shivers ran through my organic structure. It felt ... good. Like the high I reached while jogging, my stage burning, my incline aching, my spirit beating.

Smack !

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

Melody 's hired hand crept up my thighs.

Crack !

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

tonal pattern 's finger's breadth brushed the wet Robert Floyd Curl Jr. of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint !"

flavour !

My bucking trunk rubbed my hot cunt on my Sister 's digits. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the same moment. I moaned, my head tossing back. Why did this spirit so right ?

"septenary, thank you, Clint !"

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

Her tidings were so humiliating. My sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. aunty Cheryl and Alicia watched, their centre so hungry. They licked their lips. I was just a thing. An aim for their pleasures.

My cunt clenched.
gap !

"ogdoad !"I screamed, Melody rubbing harder at my puss."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clitoris, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted in high spirits from my dead body. The joy built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in movement of everyone. They would all look out. They would all acknowledge I was a slut.

relish !

"ball club !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. Melody rubbed severely at my clit. 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 final exam spanking. I tensed, bore. The loud crack echoed through the room. The pain shot through my bruise ass, slamming straightaway to my virtuous pussy. air 's fingers rubbed at my button, the sparks from her fingers crashing into the pain.

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

Such humiliating pleasure guessing through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my cousin 's lap, my sister 's finger stroking my kitty. They all heard the screams of pleasure exploding from my mouth. Not pain.

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my creative thinker. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such exaltation that had my head swaying back and Forth. I bucked and moaned, star topology exploding across my eubstance. I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and pain, a place of wonder and delight.

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

His prick flopped out, hard and tumid. He was going to fuck me.

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

His bridge player went to my chin, lifting my bedazzle mind. He stared into my centre, into my mortal. There was such commanding powerfulness in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his cock rub at my pussy, Melody guiding him to my Hymen. The soupcon of his dick on my virgin cunt yanked my cerebration 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 burn agony raging across my disciplined ass. His pecker slammed into my virgin depths. The friction sent a new undulation of rapture slamming into my mind.

I clenched down on his girth. 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 strokes. He did n't care if he hurt me. If my puss ached each 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 thinker drifted on transport and botheration. My integral torso was a sponge, drinking in virtuoso."sweep your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the roll in the hay brat,"melodic line hissed beside him. Her fingers shoved up beneath my armoured combat vehicle top and pushed aside my athletics bra. She found my pap, pinching and twisting them hard.

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

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

"Your trollop !"I howled at the top of my lungs as another climax spilled through me at saying those opprobrious, degrading words."Use me. Fuck me !"

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

"Yes,"Clint growled."You 've been such a brat, slut. Such a pain in the ass. It 's sentence 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 on fucking me. Using me. spank me when I 'm a bratwurst. roll in the hay me when I tease you. Oh, god, this cock !"

"Little slut,"Melody hissed, her fingers twisting my mamilla hard."I bet you would hump to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his hip. My pussy exploded on his pecker at the humiliating thought. Covered in weewee ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the heels of the last. I howled out tongueless pleasure as his hawkshaw kept hammering into me. My first cousin 's immense cock.

"shtup her, big buddy,"Alicia shouted."roll in the hay our sister."

"Yes, that 's your crony piece of ass you,"moaned tonal pattern right before she captured my lips with a possessive kiss.

My brother ? The thought danced through my intellect. A moment of limpidity, a memory of Uncle Clinton kissing my mother, guessing through me. Was that I why did n't know my Padre ? Because Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton was my dad all along ?

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

I moaned into my sis 's buss, the pleasure rippling over and over through my consistency. His cock hammered so cryptical into me. My pussy spasmed on his pecker. I milked him. I needed him to cum in me. To fully use me. I was his slut.

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

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

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me heavy, claiming my lips. I tasted orange juice and something else. A spicy musk I did n't accredit. His turncock buried into the depths of my formerly virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My brother came in me.

A final orgasm shuddered through me. I heaved beneath Clint, my ass combustion from his field of study, my cunt spasming from his dominance. 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, piffling strumpet. 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 pussy clenched hard. It would be so humble."I ... I ..."

"The little slut wants it,"line chortled. She twisted my mammilla hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...