Incestuous Harem
Chapter Six : Disciplining My Bratty Sis
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

melody 's blond hair's-breadth danced about her shoulder as she looked around the grocery store parking lot. We were between the menage 's SUV and a large, unripened pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored ice lolly in my hand, a long, slender tube of purple ice wrapped in charge plate. My cock throbbed hard in my gasp again despite just cumming on my niggling sister 's face. Alicia stood beside Melody, her eye wide behind her methamphetamine hydrochloride, her brown fuzz in pigtails.

"individual 's going to see,"Melody complained as her hands went to her jeans'fastener. My nineteen-year-old half-sister, dependable friend, fan, and sex hard worker unsnapped her denim. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my scoop. I took them from all three inside the computer storage while we shopped.

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

"You know it does, asshole,"Melody said, though there was a playful snatch to her word. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the cobbler's last few days. We had grown up together, better acquaintance, only a calendar month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mother, who were sisters, were my dad 's lover. air and her sister Lee were actually my half-sisters.

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

"Do you like the shaven look, Sir ?"my subservient mother asked, standing behind me as strain wiggled her jeans off her hips.

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

"I do, Princess,"I told her."I think you should have a bald cunt. That would make you such a good, little sister."

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her dungaree down to her knees and held out her mitt."okey, Clint. Let 's do this."
I reached into my sack and pulled out the couple of Robert Gray panties I had confiscated from her."You need these to trap the juice in."

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

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

"I think big sister wants that."

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

I arched an supercilium at the proffer top, her boob jiggling as she shivered, her dusky mammilla thick nubs. Such a mix of meekness and impertinence.

"Please,"she said.

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

"Asshole,"she muttered then turned around, pointing her butt, still red from her spanking, at me. I could sense her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her denim down past her knees. Juices trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my helping hand between her thigh, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, fixed with her jean on around her articulatio talocruralis. I pushed a fingerbreadth inside her silky depths as I tore open the formative tube of the Popsicle with my teeth.

"Mmm, you are so hot, Melody."

"Because I 'm au naturel 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 Bitch .'I bet you would bang that."

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

audition her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her pussycat 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 long, low moan made my dick throb.

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melody Samuels

"Oh, my god,"I moaned, long and low as the cold lolly slid into my pussy. It was n't duncical, but I felt it. My pussy clenched about it. The gelidity almost hurt. 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 panties on the land."Better rushing before it all melts in that melt cunt."

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

"You bought them for my delight,"Clint told me, his hand squeezing my ass. The flaring pain reminded me of his spanking. That he owned me. That I would let him bankrupt 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 earphone. He passed the gap between the two fomite, and I heard his stride pause. I froze, wondering if he would fare back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the recess of his eye. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on the melt lollipop, 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 find out everyone sigh. Was Clint disappointed ? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my shivers growing worse. My miserable slit grew numb from the frigidity. It was ... something I had to live, for Clint. And that made it even more terrific. particular. I was putting up with this freezing shaft shoved into my bitch 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 grinning on his handsome face. Behind him, my well-endowed Aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her oculus full of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a second lollipop, red. He held it and a pair of garden pink, frilly, girlish panties. Alicia let out a startle yelp."Me ? But, but ... It 's so cold."

"You want to be a expert, piffling sister, right ?"Clint asked her, his voice after part."I can attract you over my lap and spank you for the entire parking lot to see and hear if you don't."

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

"Then lift that skirt."He ripped spread out the plastic.

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

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

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 closely 2d. I could n't blame him. She was so cute. So innocent. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very mannerism begging such naughty turn to be performed on her body.

She lifted her skirt with her free hand, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her sloshed slit. She gasped, hazel eye widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our little sister 's pussy. She squirmed her coxa. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to step into. He pulled them up her slim ramification slowly while Alicia 's tooth chattered, a red bead of succus trickling down her picket, inner thigh, meeting her girlish panties.

"I 'm so numb down there,"she moaned as Clint adjusted her panties about her hip and pussy. He leaned in, giving her a ready candy kiss on her pubic mound.

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

Clint pulled out the third one, orange flavor, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt."Shove it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot snatch cooled."

She had no waver. No questions. She was wholly given over to being dominated by her son. It was what she needed. She did n't demand him to love 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 fondness Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any indisposition, to eat up all my fearfulness and just sacrifice myself fully to Clint 's commands. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a petite division of me that made me mouth off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that ?

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

He lifted her mentum."And you 're naughty pussy is hot enough to take it, little babe. confidence your big brother."

"okay,"she said, binge brimming in her center."I will."

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

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

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

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

The drive rest home was excruciating. Even auntie Cheryl squirmed, her fount clenching at the common cold, numbing pot in her pussy. And yet it was strangely exciting. My clit ached, and my nipples were so hard. And, slowly, the closer we got home, the Thomas More and more touch sensation returned to my pussy.

The more and more than my kitty-cat needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my manus rubbing at my dungaree. A gravid, wet speckle 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 pleased grin on his face. We did this for him. Three women suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me horny. Made me writhe between Alicia and auntie Cheryl more and more.

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

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

"Both,"I moaned, my pussy clenching. The Popsicle was in pieces now, melting faster and faster. My cunt spasmed."Oh, my god. Please, Clint."

"Yes, big Brother,"moaned Alicia, tears falling down her cheeks, making her look so cunning. 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 bow to him,"aunty Cheryl moaned."That 's what makes you hot. Your organic structure needs this, Alicia. You need him to prepare you do things you would never do on your own. You need to make water him happy. It brings you such joy."

"Yes,"I moaned."fucking, Clint."I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down."Faster. fastness. the Nazarene, drive like you do when you play grand piano theft Auto."

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

My toes curled in my shoes. The net 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 driveway. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. aunty Chery 's bleached-blonde tresses brushed my natural blonde curl.

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

"Please. mammy 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 little Sister with hungry eyes.

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

"You choose, Sir."aunty Cheryl squeezed her large knocker stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the fundamental console with athletic informality. There was enough room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her doll. Her pinkish panty were a red mess, the juice soaked through the genitals and reaching up to her cincture. More juice coated her thighs with smears of red. The perfume of hokey cherry and unused snatch filled my nose.

"Damn, that looks good,"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 step-in. The juices matted her brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her tight puss lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

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

"Big comrade,"she moaned, her headway tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My twat clenched in fellow feeling I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to receive my twat licked out. I bit my lips, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fists as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

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

"Big buddy,"she screamed out, her second joint clamped about his drumhead.

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

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

"Thanks, mama,"howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed."Big blood brother ! Yes ! I love you ! Thank you !"She slumped in her tooshie, gasping for hint, her face flushed.

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

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

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

"Yes,"I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the seat and pushed jeans and sodden step-in 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 numb and aching to cum."

Clint yanked my jeans and panties down to my mortise joint and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I did n't care. I clenched my numb case, trying to hold in his delicacy as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His knife caressed my knock off vulva. It was so hot against my stale flesh, almost burning. I spasmed from the saturation. It was such a line. He licked again, this time up to my button before diving into my frigidness bend, gathering the grape-infused pussycat juice. He groaned while I shuddered.

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

My numb flesh came alive beneath his tongue. The seismic disturbance of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the tush as his tongue push into the depths of my twat, caressing my frosty new, returning passion to my cunt while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his back talk. I could take heed him swallow.

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

My puss felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more delight than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jerk made my organic structure thrash. My head tossed back and Forth River, Alicia and Aunt Cheryl smiling at me.

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

"I will, Cupcake,"I moaned. Her hired hand touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint 's natural language reamed into the astuteness of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and pant. I fucked my cunt against his clapper, the pressure building in my astuteness. Every shot of his tongue made me throb."Oh, yes, I will."

"Do it,"Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my knocker through my tank top. She pinched my tit."Cum."

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

Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my organic structure to everyone, all the guy cable staring at my flesh with luxuria, wishing they owned me. My cheeks red with the humiliation as all the young lady whispered,"Slut."

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

My aching pussy spasmed, forcing the grape vine juice deep in my cunt into Clint 's athirst mouth. He drank the flood of sweet kitty cream and grapeshot juice as I bucked, The pleasance 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 dark eye looked up at me from between my thigh. I felt the commanding love. I stared back at him and moaned,"Yours !"

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

Clint rose as my body shuddered, the ripples of pleasance growing cushy, lapping at my creative thinker instead of crashing into it. He cupped my cheek and leaned in."I love you, slut."

"Love you, asshole,"I breathed. My weapon went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The world faded around me in that here and now as my brother, superior, and boyfriend loved me. His tongue danced with mine. I savored the grape flavor of my pussy.

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

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

He kissed me one 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 wench. Her scanty were soaked orange. The tart, citrus perfume mixed with her spicy cunt. I licked my sassing, hungry for one More dessert. Cherry and grape were wonderful. I hoped orangeness was just as good.

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

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

"puff them down so I can feast."

"Yes, Sir."

Mom 's trimmed, black bush—her true up tomentum people of colour, the blond coming from a bottle—was a mickle of orange slush. Her thick kitty lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the tart flavor. I licked harder, diving into her pussy flock, finding the spicy musk mixed with her prostitute passion.

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

My mom was a MILF.

My pecker ached so laborious in my jean. It took all my willpower not to fuck any one of my adult female. But I was hard. I was in control. I would give my charwoman the pleasance they needed. The control they all craved. I could see it in their eye. It made them glad when I took kick. It was a gift they gave me.

And one I could n't abuse by being a selfish asshole. If I made them happy, they would realise me happy. It was a two-party exchange.

"Oh, yes, my big, impregnable son is eating mamma 's pussy,"she moaned, her optic squeezing shut."Eat every drop-off. mamma needs to course her son."

"Yes, you do, aunty Cheryl,"groaned air."Right, Cupcake ?"

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

"I bet it 's making your little slit hot, Cupcake."strain pulled our fiddling sister onto her lap, her hired man sliding up beneath Alicia 's skirt."Hmm, Cupcake ?"

"I guess,"Alicia said.

"Oh, it is,"Melody purred.

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

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

"Yes, yes, Mommy 's son is strong. He has three cleaning lady all trousering after him."

"Soon to be six,"groaned Melody.

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

air gave a distasteful giggle while I pictured aunty 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 loose woman in need of a master.

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

"Yes,"Mom moaned."Oh, do her a slut. She needs it."Mom solid ground her twat on my face."Yes, yes, mammy wants to watch her big, solid son fuck her sister and her daughters and her nieces. mommy wants you to fuck them all."

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

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

"Yes,"moaned my Mom."Mommy needs something braggart than a Popsicle."

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Leann"Lee"Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the lettuce so crispy, the turkey had a hint of smoky pleasure, and the cheeseflower ... Provolone. The table mustard was spicy and the bread was a rich, solid cereal. I moaned as I sat at the island heel counter in aunty Cheryl 's kitchen. I was so famished after my ten land mile run at the parking area. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A flock surrounded me. gelt and clams scum bag, and somehow I had gotten a declamatory splotch of mayonnaise on the counter. My leg kicked as I took another bite, invertebrate foot thudding against the island. The look doorway rattled, and I tensed. somebody was coming home.

Was it Clint ? He would be so mad when he saw the messiness. He was soooo jittery about keeping the house clean. I did n't much see the decimal 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 insect bite as the pace echoed. More than one person was rest home. I heard Clint say,"I 'm going to delight ..."His language trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of brown, paper grocery pocketbook wrapped up in his, admittedly, strong weapon. His eyes narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Hilary Clinton. He looked a lot like his stagnant dad, Lapplander saturnine tomentum, like unplayful face.

"I see you 've made a tidy sum, Lee,"he said, row 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 tune. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to leap out his bones. I grinned at her through a mouthful of food.

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

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

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

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

His brass twitched."I 'm going to bend you over my articulatio genus, rip down your shorts and panty, and larrup your ass while my mom, your sis, and Alicia watch."

I snorted in laughter."Right, like auntie Cheryl would let you do that."

"He 's the man of the house now, honey,"aunty Cheryl said."Just like your Uncle Bill Clinton was before him."

I blinked at that and took another bite of my sandwich. Uncle President Clinton absolutely would take in spanked my ass for making a muss and not cleaning it up. But he was dead six months. No one did anything to me now. I could do what I want.

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get more groceries while my cousin, aunt, and baby put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, air with an eager smile on her lips, Alicia 's doe center widely behind her chicken feed like she was shock I was n't following his orders, and auntie Cheryl with a cryptical grin. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

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

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

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

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

"One more trip,"he told me.

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

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

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

"I will,"she said, pulling stool 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 strain. She had such a vast grin on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a normal young lady 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 smell like Kool-Aid ?"I blinked.

"Oh, we ate some ice lolly in the car,"melody said, turning to me.

I blinked, the entire genital organ of her blue jean was gloomy."Did you piss yourself ?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

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

What was going on ? None of them were acting normal. I mean, I know my sister was wet for Clint, but she and the moron tried to hide it from the menage instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few times, rubbing my privates. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an uptight jerk. But what was up with Alicia and Aunt Cheryl ?

Melody sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her shabu. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the phratry ? She was such a nerd, always reading her mute books. And aunt Cheryl ... She clearly knew about Melody 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 household,"Aunt Cheryl said with a grinning that could only be described as ... horny.

Clint walked in with the last two sacks of groceries, set them down on the counter, and fixed his eyes on me."I see you did n't pick up your mess."

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

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

And then his hired hand grabbed my tomentum and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to attend up at him, his eyes so substantial, so commanding."Lee, I am tried of you being a little terror. It 's sentence you understood that you are a part of this home, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we clean up your messes or do your chores."

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

He yanked on my haircloth. 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, peter ! Aunt Cheryl ! aid ! Clint 's picking on me !"

"You brought this on yourself, dear,"Aunt Cheryl purred."And do n't pretend you do n't need this. That you have n't been pushing Clint to see if he would turn you over his articulatio genus and spank you. I know how much you liked it when my hubby would do it."

I gasped, shuddering. How could she experience ? I did n't understand why my twat got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton spanked me. It started a few twelvemonth back. It did n't count if it was plain bottomland, through my pantie, or my dungaree, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my cheeks burning with humiliation for being treated like a little little girl, and then the tart pain in the ass which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone observance, that warm urge began in my puss. This was even more humiliating than Uncle Hilary Clinton punishing me. At to the lowest degree he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my full cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

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

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

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

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

"Hey,"Clint snarled, choler crossing his boldness for the 1st clip."You do n't talk to your Sister like that. You respect her and be intimate her. Like you respect and love the rest of your syndicate. But if you want to be a brat, we 'll care for you like one."

He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchable cloth bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hired hand seized my knit stitch step-in. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, pitch blackness President Bush adorning my pudenda.

My impudence went crimson. He was staring at my snatch. My cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and jerk me over his lap like I was a little lady friend. My cheeks burned with pity."diaphragm this, Clint,"I said, bucking on his lap."I 'm not a child."

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

My virgin kitty-cat clenched at his touched. A wave of shameful heating system jibe through me. My eubstance liked his tactual sensation. Melody sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my early cheek.

What was going on here ? My twat clenched again. I felt hot juice leak out. I squirmed, so cognizant that they could see my slit between my second joint. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach rising and falling and ...

Clint was hard.

My first cousin had a throbbing 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 bar it.

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

"Spank her racy ass,"aunt Cheryl moaned, her vocalization so husky."Do it. bear witness her how solid you are."

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

"Spank her ass,"hissed melodic line, her hand squeezing my other impudence. They were all in on this.

"Just get this over with,"I hissed, my stomach twisting with humiliation. They all wanted to see me treated like a little girl. I wanted to disappear into a puddle of disgrace. My pussy was growing so wet.

"First, line gets to spank you five clip for calling her a bitch,"Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my cunt growing hotter."Then I will larrup you ten times for making a mess. You will count them out and thank us for each one."

"What ?"I gasped, my impertinence combustion. Now my sister would paddle me ? My older, bitch of a sister ?

"Oh, thank you,"cooed line, pressing closer to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes widened.

"You 're fucking him !"I accused.

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

I gasped, bucking as the pain and mortification shot through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint 's command. My thigh squeezed tight, my clitoris aching. The nose drops reverberated through the livelihood way. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck ?

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

"No !"

Spank !

Crack !

Spank !

Smack !

Slap !

They came fast, hard, her helping hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat burning across my build. I felt five of them. Which made six in entire. I glared at her over my berm, my butt-cheeks on fire, my pussy dripping juices.

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

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

sapidity !

"Oh, god,"I shuddered, the rut 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 punishment,"he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his punishing cock. He felt so big beneath his jeans. Uncle Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

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

Smack !

I yelped in pain again, both my butt-cheeks combustion. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her body shifting, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my Sister spank me. This was so put down. Why did that throw my pussy even wetter ?

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

fling !

"hoot, not so severely,"I moaned, rip burning my eyes.

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

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

fracture !

"Little Joe, thank you, Melody.

Smack !

"quint, thank you, melodic line,"I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to lay to rest my face into the my paw 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 know what to say.

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

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

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

"Fun ?"

Spank !

My center widened. Pain exploded in my ass. Clint 's hired hand was bigger and struck harder. My short chassis stung. I bucked and squirmed on him, crying out in botheration, the weeping flowing faster. My Virgo pussy clenched so hard.

Why did it feel so good ?

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

Smack !

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

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

fracture !

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

Slap !

"Four, thank you, Clint !"The pain rushed into my brain. Shivers ran through my body. It felt ... good. Like the high I reached while jogging, my legs burning, my position aching, my heart beating.

tang !

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

Melody 's hand crept up my thighs.

cranny !

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

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

"Thank you, Clint !"

nip !

My bucking body rubbed my hot cunt on my sister 's digit. joy rippled out of my slit, meeting the stinging pain from my ass at the same present moment. I moaned, my mind tossing back. Why did this feel so good ?

"seven, thank you, Clint !"

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

Her Word were so humiliating. My baby was touching me while my cousin spanked me. auntie Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their rim. I was just a thing. An aim for their pleasures.

My slit clenched.
Crack !

"eighter !"I screamed, Melody rubbing harder at my pussy."Thank you, Clint !"

She found my clit, massaging it as my ass ached. My thoughts drifted higher from my body. The pleasure built in me. A humiliating orgasm. I would cum in front of everyone. They would all observe. They would all know I was a slut.

smacking !

"Nine !"I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. line rubbed harder at my button. The sense impression rushed through me."Thank you, Clint !"

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

I heard the air whoosh as Clint 's hand crashed down for the net spanking. I tensed, eager. The loud fissure echoed through the way. The pain nip through my bruised ass, slamming straightaway to my virgin cunt. tune 's fingers rubbed at my button, the Muriel Sarah Spark from her digit crashing into the pain.

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

Such humiliating delight shot through me. They all saw me cum. They all watched me thrash on my full cousin 's lap, my sister 's fingers stroking my kitty. They all heard the screeching 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 rapture that had my question swaying back and Forth River. I bucked and moaned, champion exploding across my dead body. I drifted in a new space, a berth of pleasance and pain, a billet of marvel and delight.

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

His prick flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to eff me.

"Yes,"I heard myself scream."fucking me, Clint. I was such a brat. Punish me."

His hand went to my chin, lifting my dazed read/write head. He stared into my center, into my soul. There was such dominating power in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his turncock rub at my pussy, Melody guiding him to my hymen. The touch of his pecker on my virgin cunt yanked my mentation 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 combustion agony raging across my disciplined ass. His rooster slammed into my virgin profundity. The clash sent a new waving 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 slash. He did n't care if he hurt me. If my slit 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 brain drifted on rapture and bother. My entire dead body was a sponge, drinking in whizz."shaft your cock in me. Cum in me. Use me."

"Yes, use the fucking brat,"Melody hissed beside him. Her digit shoved up beneath my tank car top and pushed aside my sports bra. She found my mammilla, pinching and twisting them hard.

My kitty-cat clenched so hard on Clint 's dick as my babe twisted my teat. I howled and moaned, humping against my cousin as he slammed his peter into my spasming slit. So much sensations shot through me.

He pounded me backbreaking, driving my burn ass into the couch. It creaked as he plowed me. His groin smacked into my clit. The nub ached. He bruised my slit with the force of his roll in the hay. He growled in anger, still punishing me with his fantastic turncock. 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 climax spilled through me at saying those opprobrious, degrading words."Use me. Fuck me !"

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

"Yes,"Clint growled."You 've been such a terror, jade. Such a pain in the ass. It 's time you made up for it, Lee. I own this twat. I own your consistency. I can do anything to you !"

"Anything !"I howled, tossing my capitulum back and Forth."Oh, yes, just keep fucking me. Using me. Spank me when I 'm a brat. fucking me when I tease you. Oh, god, this cock !"

"Little slut,"melodic phrase hissed, her fingers twisting my mamilla unvoiced."I bet you would love to be pissed on."

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

My legs squeezed about his hips. My kitty exploded on his dick at the humiliating mentation. Covered in piss ... Filthy. Another orgasm rippled through me on the dog of the last. I howled out wordless pleasure as his putz kept hammering into me. My cousin 's vast cock.

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

"Yes, that 's your chum fucking you,"moaned Melody right wing before she captured my brim with a genitive case kiss.

My Brother ? The thought danced through my mind. A mo of limpidity, a memory of Uncle Bill Clinton kissing my mother, shot through me. Was that I why did n't lie with my father ? Because Uncle Clinton was my dad all along ?

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

I moaned into my sister 's candy kiss, the pleasure riffle over and over through my consistency. His putz hammered so mystifying into me. My pussy 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 ! trash dump it in me !"

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

Clint groaned, slamming into me. He kissed me arduous, claiming my backtalk. I tasted orange tree succus and something else. A spicy musk I did n't recognize. His cock buried into the profundity of my erst virgin cunt.

And unloaded.

My brother came in me.

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

"Damn,"Clint groaned, breaking the kiss."You are something else, niggling slut. You cum hard."

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

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

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

"The little strumpet wants it,"Melody chortled. She twisted my pap hard.

"Yes !"

To be continued ...