Mind-Control Panties

fib Two : Brat 's Kinky punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for genus Beta reading this !

There was naught peculiar about the department store. It was like a M others in its chain. A massive, international network of box storehouse that sold everything you could need or think. From cookware to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The public figure moving through the store appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm saving grace, nodding at the former shoppers. Nondescript, the physical body did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the dyad of panties clutched in the figure of speech 's hand. They were a pale pink, with the watchword Bratty printed in amber, glittery letters across the keister. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would afford a dazzling display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The soma headed to the wearable section frequented by college missy. It passed a viewpoint with slews of panties on it in all SHAPE and styles and plan. With a chance flick of the wrist, the Bratty scanty landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two older brothers. Her shoulder distance, brown fuzz was held back from her side by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her equal, a dark blouse tucked into a foresightful skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any segmentation at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and plump lips over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was tall and muscular, his nose large. A trait both his son, crick and King John, possessed.

"Just messing around with privy, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grinning on his face.

john was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

Rick grinned."God, if I thought you were pussy, I would n't induce given you a love tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the baksheesh of her spike burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her pal 's actions. She glanced at the habiliment and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to pick up a few things."

Her don, a widower, flicked his regard to the clothing segment. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his pharynx."Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting goodness section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her head word and slipped out into the wear section.

She needed a few new yoke of panties. aught extravagant. She preferred the cheap kind, the ones with a to the full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the aureate glisten on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth so narrow-minded that Anna could n't understand how it could cover up anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink scanty and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The Logos Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating quiver through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad female child would wear.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't cognize what foreign desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ears burning more, her impertinence gaining a picket, pink undertone. She darted over to a rack holding ten mob of crummy panties and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty dyad beneath the pack, clutching it tight, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping head trip, squirming, fearing that her Padre would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine did n't claxon nor that a Leontyne Price did n't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, horrific that her father would find out her purchase.

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Anna Jimmy Carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my sire would find that certain dyad of panties tucked in the back of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and brassiere, but was also the last couplet of plum panties I had. I 'd worn every twosome of clean panties I had, including the ten from the inner circle I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and 1st Baron Verulam I made before my Father-God, my stomach squirming.

His brown eye flicking up and down me. Did he get laid ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a nimble buss on the nerve before I hurried over and set down plates before my blood brother. Rick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to take my own seat when john went to smack Rick. John 's helping hand flew out, striking the glass of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the super acid, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my dame right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soakage through my doll to my panties. I squeaked in impact, blinking. I could feel the moth-eaten bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my bosom beating so fast. I could palpate my terminal pair of clean and jerk step-in absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my eye brother."feeling what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"Saint John the Apostle muttered.

"Do n't apologize to me ! Apologize to your damn babe !"

St. John looked at me, his nerve pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't have in mind to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a clunky spaz, you—"Rick started to say.

Though he was older than trick, he was gaining on Rick in size. Snarling, John threw a concentrated puncher at Rick, forcing my older crony to lean back and avoid the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate his words."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered Rick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting denounce about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish feel before he darted off.

"Anna, dearest,"Dad said, his voice lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't stain your dame. If it did, I 'll make them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a stupor. I did n't want to induce to put on those pantie, but these ones were soaked with orange juice. Going without panties was just unaccepted. The yawning pit of apprehension swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living room. I reached the stairs, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my panties wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden step-in rubbed against me. rent were beading in my eyes. Why did kink and John have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be overnice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such holy terror.

Now I had to wear those step-in. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all farseeing. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened ? What if John thought it would be funny to yank down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most uproarious affair in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My cheek burned just thinking about those embarrassing, amber letters being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sentience to me. They were so juicy. I liked field, sensible panty. Not the type that you wore so boy could see them.

I reached the second floor and took a few stone's throw to my bedroom threshold. I twisted the plaque handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a ringlet on it. I wanted to just hide in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd give birth to bequeath to eat. To use the restroom. Do my job. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some scanty that were clean Then I could adopt the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my bird and pulled it off, wincing at the orangeness stain across the social movement of my plain, white-hot pantie. I dropped my bird in my clothes hamper and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me find so dirty. I balled up the pantie, found a clean piece, and wiped at my Brown shrub. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my panties into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange tree stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender manikin. My hair flew about my aspect, leaving it a tousled mess. I would throw to comb out it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"Darn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty dress as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my sight. There was a unmarried grunge on my bra. An orange blemish on the white material. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could break open in. I darted to my dresser, my little tit quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the lot of windsock and bras shoved into the quoin, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the English. I unveiled the scanty lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my small nipple hardening as it raced down past my boob to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my impudence electrocution bright, the bakshish of my pinna blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letters to my eyes. Bratty. I was the exact opponent. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing papa was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right groundwork through the leg hole. Another surge of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my slit, this wet heat forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left metrical unit through the former hole and yanked the panties so fast up my pegleg my breasts bounced. I wiggled my hip joint, seating the step-in tight against my twat. The elastic band snapped around my waist. I could finger the risque letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As pa reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky pantie, my breasts jiggling. They were cunning, little titties. Perfect cones topped by pink mamilla. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the gamy feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the stairs. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to face it and said in a upbeat voice,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my room access. I heard him pause, the floor creak. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the doorway, and thrust his mind in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful knocker. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his brass went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one wonderful indorsement. Then I gasped,"papa !"Squealing, I"incubate"my white meat, my hands not hiding my nipple at all."Get out of here ! I 'm au naturel ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my door shut so severe the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so sorry, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so hard not to giggle. My twat felt so juicy. I pinched both my mamilla, tweaking them as I heard daddy shifting on his infantry outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in bastard outrage, my finger's breadth tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laughter. It was so much fun to fluff Dad. It made my pussy overnice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

hum, I sauntered to my dresser, bore to find the sodding affair to bust. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had dress that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was amiss with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the draftsman, throwing More and more tops to the base. Through the thin paries, I heard the springtime of whoremaster 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Arnold Daniel Palmer and her five sister. I squirmed, gamy ideas making my snatch wetter and wetter.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old T-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my body and hug my firm, little titties. I bet it would usher a good inch or two of my abdomen. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to joggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my dead body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my small buds. I groaned, my snatch getting so juicy and wet. My gamy panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my berm to see those glittering letters on my scanty flashing in my tie-up mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a baseball mitt, molding around my footling chest. My pap poked hard against the framework. It was so short, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a duad of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some smut on his earphone, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or King John watching my ass waggle as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of boxers that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean short pants that I had n't worn in two days. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my leg into the shortstop. I worked them up and up my legs, my pelvic girdle wiggling from side to side. My slight titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the underdrawers higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight material up over my keister. I sucked in a trench intimation, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, tight breadbasket. I was just untried when I wore these denim. I groaned, straining to puff the holdfast together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, depict up the zip fastener most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the result. My impish pussycat growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could take heed John really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the sec approaching was about to pass off, and he wanted one death cum before Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange juice all over me.

I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it outdoors inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the flexible joint. I had a Brobdingnagian smile as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing kink was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping room. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, niggling bosom bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my rig was. What a disgrace. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of john 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to commence creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew tumid and turgid. I grabbed the threshold hold, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a recondite breath, my entire body trembling. Tingles raced from my panty, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest terror in the world.

I wrenched open the doorway, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every prison term you masturbate, God kills a kitty !"

John, his shirt pulled up to break his plane stomach and his paw stroking his gumshoe, kicked his legs as he struggled to handle himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to perpetrate his blanket over his peter. His face turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my fingerbreadth just to be more of a brat.

"What the piece of ass !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking beef !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na recite daddy you called me a gripe !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the room and closed the door. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might deliver hated that skirt, and he 'd pawn my unflattering step-in, but he had no rightfield to compensate me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My little pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom threshold. The shower hissed. Our household was old. It lacked locks on any of the threshold, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their advantage many times to pull japery on each other.

Now it was my number.

I twisted the door 's governance handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door undecided, the auditory sensation of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. pee sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the doorway open just a little farther. I could see him as a dark through the plastic mantle, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked shiver ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all unruffled muscles. My kitty clenched as I spotted his dress sitting atop a browned towel. He 'd bring in it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his wearing apparel and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hairsbreadth, his rooster swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my Brown University hairsbreadth whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his wearing apparel to my chest as I raced down the steps. My feet drummed a fasting beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

haystack stumbled after me.

I threw a looking over my berm and grinned as he struggled to track his peter with one hand as he charged down the stair, his free hand sliding down the balusters."give way me back my clothes, you fucking bratwurst !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the first base. I darted to my right, heading into the bread and butter room. I could learn Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud clang. I burst into the livelihood room to see him standing up, his face twisted in angriness until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his formulation as I clutched wrick 's article of clothing and towel to my chest.

"daddy, pappa !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me naked !"

hayrick outburst into the living elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged pappa while giving Rick a elated face over my berm. I stuck my natural language out at him. fury soared across my older brother 's facial expression as I snuggled up tight against Daddy 's hard dresser. My piddling nipple throbbed. Through the thinly fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how stiff daddy was.

"What the fuck, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my senior brother.

"That slight bit ... She stole my dress, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to fleet into the bathroom to get something, and then Rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't have a go at it what to do, so I just grabbed his apparel out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his peter was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't make love what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"haystack muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her knife at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on design ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could feel his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my gamey panties.

St. John entered the living room."Dad, she burst into my room to make fun of me !"St. John the Apostle added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, daddy,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could borrow a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on design !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."papa, I would n't be a little little terror. I 'm your sound girl."

He stared down at me, his impertinence flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulder joint and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my body, staring at the t-shirt molded to my niggling boob and the out-of-doors fly of my short that let my pinko pantie peek out. My drawers hugged my genitalia, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, small brat !"growled John.

"Yeah,"crick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My centre widened.

Daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the word of honor."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange juice. They 're the one that should be punished. They were both masturbating. rick in the exhibitor, and King John in his bedroom."

"And ?"pa grunted."They 're young me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, small bratwurst,"Daddy said, this life-threatening glint in his dark eyes."You be intimate how brat are treated."

I shook my head and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the couch, his hand holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my grimace down into the cushion."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight underdrawers, hauling them off of me with relief. He froze, seeing those glittering, Au letters printed across my tight ass. My pussy grew hotter. bedwetter. I let out a wanton, petty moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"well, well, well,"dada said."Someone is a piddling brat, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as dada yanked down my panties, exposing my pussy for both my buddy to see. My brown-furred muff was on video display. They could see that my George H.W. Bush was soaked by my succus. My slopped tush clenched as I wiggled, my croup aching for the penalization to begin.

I was a bratwurst. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to soil. I trembled, surprised by how lots I wanted this. I could n't help the niggling wiggle that animated my pelvic arch. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my warm daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging painfulness radiating through my left butt-cheek. My arse clenched against the heat. The disgusting hurt soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sense. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This marvelous, gamey delectation. I could n't trust how a great deal it made my virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"Rick hollered."Whoop the little terror !"

SMACK !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my decent butt-cheek. Both sides of my behind burned, the oestrus melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting wetting agent and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heat fanned my lust.

nip !

"You 've been a little terror all morning,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into John 's way on design !"

"You just wanted to see my cock, did n't you, you little brat ?"privy growled.

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the ecstasy soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my cunt. Daddy was so warm. So mighty. He deserves to penalize me for being such a mischievous, minuscule brat.

slap !

"I bet you want to sneak a peep at my cock, too, did n't you ?"kink tiff."Huh, you little brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain in the neck electrocution across my tush. Daddy 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my croupe in a single bump. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my center. The agony was about to consume me.

"I thought so,"Rick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his hard cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

scag !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his tool. He stroked it, pumping his hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an wild red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's cock like a naughty, little slattern,"Daddy growled.

SMACK !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little whore ?"John asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it."

flavor !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into disco biscuit. My pure pussy clenched, my succus overflowing my President Bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a terror ? A fiddling slut ?

lavatory 's dick appeared. Just as big as our buddy 's. whoremonger 's script pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lip, my optic flicking from one chum 's cock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgo cunny clenching.

scag !

"What a little piece of ass whore !"pa growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to blink those boob at me, did n't you ?"

smooch !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To progress to you unvoiced by revealing my young flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my fuzz and hauled me upright piano. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other helping hand seized the hem of my too tight t-shirt. He yanked it up my eubstance so hard I heard framework tearing. The fabric rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my Virgo goof. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my heading, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titties on video display for both my brother to enjoy.

"Damn,"hayrick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

"You have to do it the little slut, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"terror always want to get fucked by their papa,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His slide fastener rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to gormandize him. I had to pay back my daddy.

dada rammed his pecker into my Virgo the Virgin pussy.

My cherry red popped in a flash of pain. My heart bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrust. No taking his fourth dimension. He fucked me the way a bratwurst should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His genitals smacked into my fundament. pain flared through me. This fantastic, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my spank ass to my cunt. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick slam. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my embrown whisker spilling about my cheek as he fucked me hang over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."nookie the little slut !"

"Pound that piffling brat 's cunt !"toilet said, both my brothers stroking their pecker as they watched papa pound me.

"This is what you get for being a teasing, trivial strumpet ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasure rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's prick. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot rubbing. What painfulness I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such XTC. Such wonderfully delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the little whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare pass of pain sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around daddy 's peter. I gripped him, reveling in every heavy jabbing into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the picayune tart,"toilet groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"Rick panted, the muscleman of his chest rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a waste waving of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to descend. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your dick, daddy ! I want to cum like the small, brattish slut I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting severely.

Fast.

His balls smacked into my fiddling clitoris. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. short dot of visible light danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His rooster churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that tremendous, delectable rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My first orgasm would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussy squeezing so nasty around pop 's plunging peter. So huge. He stretched my trivial cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so very much rapture in the physical process. I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling, stirring my hot figure around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't conduct much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain mixed with the surging delight. His cock churned my lilliputian cunny to a froth. The pressure of my orgasm reached a febrile pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My tight, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His deal gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my snatch writhed and spasmed around his beam of light. Wave after moving ridge of delight swept through my physical structure. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, pappa, I 'm such a fucking lady of pleasure !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so hard around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, strumpet !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"kink growled."Give that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty puss !"lav groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, dad !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This fantastic, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eye fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in utter Adam. My footling cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful flesh writhed about him. My sexual climax kept going and going.

It would n't die because dada 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my eubstance. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his peter into my depths."You 're such a fucking whore, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, inundate my slit, Daddy !"I howled, my fiddling cunny spasming around his shaft. My physical body writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each tremendous clap of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."screw her ass so grueling. I want to break in her mother fucker !"

"No, Dad, let me do it her up the ass !"groaned John, fisting his cock.

"Let them fuck me up the ass !"I howled as my climax climbed to such high peaks.

"haystack claimed your ass first,"dada grunted as my puss drained him dry."You 're going to be a dear, little slut, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, brattish slut."

"Yes,"wrick groaned."You get Dad 's quaggy seconds, John."

"nooky it, I still get to experience her tight cunt !"Saint John growled.

"So screw tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot come running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't believe this had happened. That this wild, wicked pleasure had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first culmination was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to keep being a brat. I wanted to fuck my pa and my brothers.

My hollow ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs toilet,"Daddy panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little whore 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest comrade said and darted away.

John the Divine grinned at me, gripping his hawkshaw."You 're going to come in for a ride on my cock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my head, panting. more of dada 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the living room floor and held his stopcock up. Rick came from the john a mo later, slathering his gumshoe in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little arse frisson. I rose, my legs trembling, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fulfil my racy holes. I had two hung sidekick and a papa with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning at the stake, I darted over to my sidekick. I straddled whoremonger with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thigh. Saint John the Apostle grinned at me with such lust in his eye. He wanted me. My round titty, my pink nipples, my tight cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my pussycat brushed the tip of my blood brother 's cock. Another incestuous haste rippled through me as I sank down his beam of light. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his tool 's tip. My labia spread over his cinch. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking red cent, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my beat titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a footling fancy woman like me should be treated.

"buckle up and delight the ride,"I purred, squeezing my puss around his dick.

Rick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"commodity !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big shaft. My snatch clung to him, the joy rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my buddy. His manus tightened on my titties while my button walk out his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, crick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the impudence of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slip his duncish crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, Virgo the Virgin asshole. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"nookie my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

"perdition, yes !"he growled and thrust forward.

Like my cerise before, my cocksucker stood no chance. My crony 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My anatomical sphincter expanded, my anal ring widening to swallow his hard shaft. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowel, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's dick. I had both my big brother in me. Both their stopcock filled my taut holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in delight. I savored every moment of this.

My hips rose, my kitty-cat and asshole sliding up both their tool. I gripped them, savoring the dual maven. The sleek delight aching in my pussy and the velvety blaze in my mother fucker. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

rick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burn ass. The pain was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's prick. He groaned, his hand squeezing my knocker while kink pounded my asshole. He fucked me punishing. He pounded me, spanking my naughty fundament again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a naughty little terror !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to get laid me."

"I think the footling brat 's going to be doing that a lot,"John grinned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted rick as he pounded my tight asshole.

"We 'll have to observe your little sister in line,"papa growled, his gumshoe hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the tart scent of my cunt adorning his peter filling my nose.

"Let me suck you clean like a honest piddling trollop, Daddy !"

He grabbed my John Brown hair and rammed his shaft into my lip, the conclusion hollow needing to be broken in. I had all the dick I could require in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, elderly pal. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my pussy up and down Gospel According to John 's thick light beam. Rick fucked me hard, slamming into my bowels. Their peter built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my turmoil around dada 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My lingua caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his shaft deeper and harder into my rima oris. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

"A little bratwurst like you can fucking deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as Daddy rammed his dick so hard it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and shit clenching down on my chum'big putz. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as papa 's huge pecker slid down my oesophagus. His dark George Bush pressed fully into my lips while his testicle smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nozzle, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you trivial whore,"dada growled.

All three of the men of my category fucked me. John thrust his hips upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big gumshoe. My pussy clenched about his lance, my climax building and building in the profundity of my slit. Rick 's prick pounded my dickhead, his private parts slap over and over into my tail end. infliction and joy swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my pharynx. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such severe and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so gamey. I could n't nurse back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my kinsfolk fucked me.

My incestuous climax exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's turncock plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy clump smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety son of a bitch writhed and spasmed about my brothers'hawkshaw. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunt and groans from them. Daddy 's manpower tightened in my hairsbreadth. Wave after Wave of rapture flooded through me.

Stars burst before my eyes.

The pleasance raged through me. Both my mess convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about Daddy 's putz plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous raptus surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a piffling, fucking slattern, Anna !"wrick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, darn, yes !"John groaned as his tool spurted into my slapdash cunt. His hands squeezed my round of drinks mammilla."Anna, you sexy, footling brat. I 'll fuck you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

haystack grunted, his cock corrupting my SOB. Dual squirt of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My flesh writhed harder about them. My sexual climax intensified, incestuous wave of ecstasy drowning my mind. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in line from now on, you small brat,"snarled pop as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His hawkshaw twitched. His hot kindling fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my face pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty hole. The men in my family used my torso to pig out the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tease my brothers, my daddy, every man in my phratry as much as possible. They would sustain to larrup me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't know why I pretended to be such a good girl. I truly was a brat.

My sexual climax peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the acme of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three hollow slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the story. pappa 's cock slid out of my gullet in the outgrowth. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while kindling dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't bang how long it was before I felt Daddy standing over me."slovenly woman, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go bring in your belt, Dad,"Gospel According to John called.

I smiled. I was quick to be disciplined again.

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The number smirked. The Bratty panties were a huge success. Already the figure 's succeeding pair was set to go. Bright, cherry red with the alphabetic character in boldface blue surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The fig stroked the lettering, smiling. It was prison term to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next story of Mind-Controlling scanty ...