Incestuous Harem
Chapter One : Popping necking Cousin 's Cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

"Ugh, I ca n't consider how a great deal preparation Ms. Ayers gave us for maths,"my cousin and best Friend groaned. She shook her top dog, her tress of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders."Does n't she know it 's the weekend, Clint ? I do n't want to spend it on figuring out sign, cosign, and tangent."

I snorted, nodding my head. Melody hated math."How long until you scream at your prep and then throw it out your sleeping room window ?"

"I did that once, asshole,"she said, giving me a glare followed up by a loose punch on my shoulder joint."One prison term. In the one-seventh grade. That was ages ago."

"Or four years. Not that long ago."

She rolled her eyes."I 'll just copy off your homework."

"What makes you think I know how to do it ?"I asked with a grunt.

"Because you do n't need me to fail."She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her bridge player, holding it.

But we were in public. It was one affair to be in effect friends with your nineteen-year-old, tomboyish first cousin, it was another affair to hold her deal like she was your girl. I could n't help oneself staring at the profile of her grimace as we walked, her nose a little, cute protrusion, her brim pursed. They were pink. melodic phrase did n't don very much lipstick. But she really did n't need it. She had a natural sweetheart even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She did n't wear the taut wear like the former girls at our school, flaunting her dead body, wanting all the son to look at her.

It was why we had been respectable friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living following door. I do n't have intercourse why our female parent, who were babe, decided to hold up side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with strain as a kid. She liked climbing Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, playing soldiers, riding bicycle, and playing telecasting game. She truly was my adept booster.

And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing preparation, fucking around and ... we kissed. It was almost inadvertent. She had turned to me as I leaned in to tickle her, and our mouth bumped.

And we did n't pull away.

Now we were kissing first cousin. We made out every prospect we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were get-go full cousin. Our female parent were sisters. It was ... wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touch, the intimacy.

I felt like she was even more of my serious friend after a yr of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the sept who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxful of wine-colored, my old Sister was just a cunt, and my unseasoned sister retreated even farther into her books. auntie Vicky, melodic line 's mother, tried, but she just made it worse, and my other full cousin, Lee, was a brat as always.

But Melody was someone I could talk to, percentage things with. netherworld, I could even cry a bit around her without her intellection I was a pussy.

"So you full do your homework well,"Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little mode of showing philia around other people that did n't expect weird."Because I do n't want to fail."

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

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

My nerve measure faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. shit, I wish we were n't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first gear leaves of autumn fallen from Mrs. Lynch 's Nipponese maple. Why did we make to be first cousins ? If she was just the girl next threshold, we would have fucked already. We could accept been fucking for months.

Then I would n't be a damned virgin.

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

"Lazy ?"She arched an supercilium then lowered her voice."I thought my ass was hot, not lazy. You loved it in those step-in I bought."

My grin spread magnanimous, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out Sessions. We were flirting confining and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line of products into material incest.

"I loved it,"I grinned."Maybe if you want to copy my homework, you need to picture me another pair of exciting panties."

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

I groaned. My dad was William Jefferson Clinton. I was Clint."amercement. But ... if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."

Her grin grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was salmon pink. I liked that flavor on her lips.

We reached our houses, the shade of the goliath chestnut tree tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree 's broad, park canopy covered most of my M and a quarter of Melody 's. My menage was gray with mauve trim—my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it—and rose three narrative, my elbow room in the loft. Aunt Vicky 's house was reddish-brown, only two level, and smaller.

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

"So, you do your homework, Mr,"she told me, giving me a smile."I 'll be over in an hour or so."

"Fine,"I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief import, giving her a power play. It was my way of kissing her in public—she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.

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

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

I entered the house and ran almost thunder into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and line were a class and a few month apart in age. aunty Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat mother fucker she used to date before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or strain knew their father as more than"the sperm donor."My dad had been the closemouthed thing to a father they knew.

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

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

"Do n't you bear food for thought at your house ?"

She ripped the goner from her mouthpiece and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black haircloth was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, young figure. She was slim down and had more zip than a crackhead on speed.

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

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

"Nope."She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift manual dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to sequester her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played association football, and she knew how to trip the light fantastic toe around a defender.

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

"Was that Lee bursting out of here ?"asked Zoey, my older sister. She walked down the steps wearing a wet span of jean short circuit and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the mounds jiggling as she came down the step, so big and pillowy. I know I should n't gaze at my sister, but when she was built like a brick home, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry cheek, her sassing dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.

Zoey had the biggest tits in the fellowship. I know I loved melodic phrase, but, damn, my babe had a soundbox that would not relinquish. She had just turned twenty and loved to ostentate her clobber. She sauntered by me, her hips wheeling, her uncover midriff tan and sleek.

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

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

"Knew it. Always passion to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."

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

"Yep,"Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those denim boxershorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I did n't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick solidification Why could n't tune dress like that some of the meter. Zoey 's pelvic arch swayed as she rooted around the electric refrigerator. She bent over more, and I could see a large cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her kitty. tinker's dam."Ugh, Mom has n't gone foodstuff shopping yet. No OJ."

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

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

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

"Not really, squirt."

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

Zoey pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape succus. I grabbed a material and wiped the rejoinder down. I hated muss. matter should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflexion of its master. A strip household meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made indisputable his baby did their task.

field of study.

And it was gone.

Mom 's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her job dame and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The ascendant of her whisker were dark-black. She did n't fatigue often makeup or did more with her hair than twist it back into a bun these days. She dyed her pilus and kept it hanker because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.

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

My sister had inherited her brick-house trunk from our mother.

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

"You 're too tired to falsify any night,"I muttered. She used to cook dinner every dark save Fridays and Dominicus. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or Formosan or subs got old fast.

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

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

I grunted.

"Buck up, spirt,"Zoey said, ruffling my hairsbreadth as she passed her. I scowled at her."You get to pick dinner. Since you 're the man of the house now."

I hated her mocking grinning."Shut up."

"See, already taking charge."She finished her drinking glass of grape vine juice and set it down on the tabulator two ft from the sink.

"You going to gargle that out ?"

She shrugged."Need to get to work."

My eyebrows arched."They let you work at Dairy Queen dressed like that ?"

"They have uniforms for us to wear at the computer storage,"she said, snagging her handbag."One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom 's wine. Maybe you should man up and get a job ?"

Since she turned twenty two calendar week ago, she had gotten a job where her admirer, Stefani, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a faineant cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.

It beeped and she let out a pleased phone."Ooh, she 's here."

The front room access opened a moment later. Stefani sauntered into the kitchen, a redhead with a big smiling on her expression and delightful dimples. She gave my baby a hug as I rinsed out Zoey 's glass. If I did n't wash it, the deoxyephedrine would just stay put on the damned return all Nox. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Zoey no matter what her age was for doing that.

"And there 's the scantling,"Stefani said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short annulus and thigh-high, heel bang. I smelled her scent as she leaned against the comeback."How you doing ?"

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

It was Aunt Vicky 's class. She taught history at our luxuriously shoal. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack water. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made sure I did n't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.

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

She was n't wearing a bra.

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

She was a cocktease.

"I like a man with ponder tomentum,"she purred, her vocalization growing husky."brand them await ... dangerous."

I took a bass breathing space."Cool."She was just fucking with me. Right ? The way she spoke, the way her green eyes burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.

Melody should wear down perfume.

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

"Right, Yunie,"laughed Stefani, pushing away from the counter."Got to go make those mad bills."

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

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

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put her chalk into the dishwashing machine. It was full moon, so I added grievous bodily harm and started the incumbrance. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood level throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so."Let the cleaning lady decide on the decorating,"Dad told me."Then do it for them. register them you 're William Christopher Handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are handy. Keep them glad, and they 'll please you, son."

ass, I missed him. I had n't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter tool since he died. Too fucking painful.

I reached the back floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My piffling sister 's door opened, and she strode out, her cheek staring intently at her Kindle. She was the alone fellow member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her spyglass absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.

"Clint,"she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her bureau. At eighteen, she was small and penny-pinching, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my school day."You scared me."

"Do n't walk around with your olfactory organ in a the kindle then, Alicia,"I retorted.

She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her eyes locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad 's death. She spent all her time in her elbow room, even eating in there these mean solar day. What few friends she did stimulate seemed to own fallen away.

Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something ?

I groaned and headed up the stairs to the loft. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard box full of Christmas ribbon, old apparel, and the usual junk any kinsperson accumulates over the days. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stair. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.

My room was not bad, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer window thrusting through the cap. I could tolerate up to my total meridian in it. The walls were painted blue—a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my optic suddenly heavy.

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

A long serial of months.

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

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Melody Samuels

I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how it molded to my knocker. My nipples were hard. It was so obvious I was n't wearing a bra. That made me both aflutter and excited to go over to my cousin 's. No bra. Maybe ... I would record my tits to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.

Direct contact.

That sent an excited warmth through my pussy as my articulatio coxae shook. I was scared of taking this stair. There was only one space our kinship was heading—sex.

I so wanted to possess sex with Clint. To make love to him. To have him as my first man. Our family relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were low cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But ... damn if he was n't such a sexy, young man, growing unassailable just like Uncle Clinton had been. Dark hair, broad shoulders, muscular figure, and that strong jawline ...

I wiggled my hip joint, wishing I owned a pair of compressed jeans to show off my curvature. I know he liked tight jeans. He could n't help oneself but face at Zoey whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Clint whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.

tinker's damn, why did my dear friend have to be my first cousin ? Then we could date. We could make love. We could bind hands and osculation and hug and not care who saw us.

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

I wanted this to finally for as long as it could.

I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sis 's room access. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Lee 's room, her bed unmade, dress lying strewn across the floor, a frilly duet of step-in dangling from the bound of her desk. No music blared, so she was n't at home. It was Fri, which meant a day of the month night for about daughter, but probably not for Lee. I bet she was at the Park running. She liked that.

missy had too a good deal energy.

articulation came from the kitchen. My mom and auntie Cheryl sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of white wine-colored in my aunty 's paw. A box of trashy wine-colored set beside her. She took a recollective sip as my mom stroked my aunt 's arm.

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

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

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

"You heading somewhere ? A escort ?"

"Mom,"I said, rolling my eyes."Just heading adjacent doorway. Clint and I have schoolwork to act upon on."

"Oh, that 's squeamish,"Aunt Cheryl said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drinkable and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her shabu."How longsighted are you staying ?"

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

"Oh, that 's cruel. Making your cousin quietus on the floor when you could just walk adjacent door,"Mom said.

"Oh, Clint would n't mind,"auntie Cheryl said."He 's a gentleman like his father."She took a recollective drink of her vino."Just like him ..."

I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to bring that final tone in our human relationship, to cross the channel from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the folk would bat an eye if I was up in his way all nighttime. We had spent our entire sprightliness running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many metre. I pushed away that thought process, my impertinence burning at the stake, and asked them,"Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight ?"

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

Mom glanced at the wine ice in aunt Cheryl 's paw."Oh, soakage in the survive rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."

They talked a lot lately. Aunt Cheryl was drinking too often vino. Sometimes she ended up dormancy over, passing out in Mom 's sleeping accommodation. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl ?

"well, later,"I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next threshold. I hoped Clint liked my army tank top.

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Clint Elliston

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

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

We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse."matter are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your female parent and babe are not doing their percentage. What did I tell you about a clean menage ?"

"Discipline, Dad,"I said. I was cognizant I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up ? Why not a hot young lady ? Or melody ? Or Zoey ?

Or Mom ?

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

"What ?"

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

"Everyone ?"My buttock burned.

"So why have n't you wee your motion ? She 's ripe."

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

"And ? You 're a man. She 's a woman. You want each early. So take her, son. woman love it. Be solid, be prevalent. return her pleasure."He paused, staring at me."I know you 're a virgin, but you 've watched enough porn."

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

"Now porn is n't realistic, but you 've learned some clobber from it. womanhood love it when you go down on them. You make a char cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she 'll eat out of your hired hand. She 'll require to delight you back. She 'll suck your cock, get down your cum, even let you be intimate her dickhead. Be strong, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to maintain a stiff discipline with your women."

"ass, Dad."

"Like I kept it with your female parent and your sis. Never let any of them disesteem me. I never let the sign of the zodiac fall to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you did n't ..."

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

"And your full cousin. I kept your auntie 's house in melodic phrase, too. check your cousins for her. It 's the man 's job."

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

"Never said they were. But they like a hard man. The respond to it. Show force, and the women will want to delight you, your mother included."

"Great, now you 're saying I should seduce Mom. Fuck, I have a horny subconscious"

"Your female parent could use a hard fucking."Dad gave me a serious flavour."You 've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was warm for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they 've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you 're a man. And your baby. And your cousins.

"Especially air. You love her. She loves you. right enough rationality to take her in hand and fucking her."

"So you want me to have it away all the fair sex in my lifetime,"I said, rolling my oculus."And I bet you want me to have it off Stefani, too."

"Another girl in pauperism of a man to keep her in lineage,"Dad agreed."sword lily you understand. Make me lofty, Son."

The phone of my bedchamber door opening banished the pipe dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the char in my life.

Though ... that would be ...

"Are you sleeping instead of doing the mathematics problems ?"air asked.

I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a armoured combat vehicle top. It was a frilled thing, lacy, two spaghetti strap over her shoulder joint, the thin textile was stretchable and clung to her body and tits and ...

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

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

Dad 's words in my dream spoke to me. My first cousin wanted me. Why else would she bust that top with no bra ? Her beat boob were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her pap hard, her buttock flushed. She wiggled her hip, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.

Strength ... Confidence ...

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

line gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jeans by the smash iteration and pulled her finish to my bed. Her chest bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye stage. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.

"Clint,"she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, on the loose, sandy-blonde pilus falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a confidential information of baby pulverization and the coconut palm of her dead body wash drawing perfumed her. And those mouth ...

"I love you, tune,"I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.

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

"Yes."

My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our sass met. salmon pink adorned her sassing. Sweet and fancy woman at the Saami time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she dry land on my cock. I could feel her pap against my chest of drawers, rubbing through both our tip. They were dense, fat, so hard. She sighed into the candy kiss, lips parting as my tongue knife thrust into her mouth.

Submitting. Yielding.

Dad was decent. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my fellowship. But melodic phrase ... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her dead body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.

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

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melody Samuels

This was happening. This was happening.

That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with stubble, his deal strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My pap tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock ...

He was so hard.

My Virgo pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt ammunition loops. No falter. So bold.

My cousin was such a aphrodisiacal stud.

And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the candy kiss, not fighting him, lifting my blazonry over my school principal and baring my bosom to him as he pulled off my top. He had n't seen me naked since we were kids. I was flat back then.

No longer.

"Damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my firm, daily round chest. His finger slid across my exit tit to my twilight ring of color. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard teat."tinker's dam, those are nice."

I shuddered on him. He liked my nipple. I did n't set like his sister Zoey, or even my bratty sister Lee, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my teat as I trembled, exposed before him.

And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.

My optic widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my tit. My weapons system tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquidness heating system boiling in my puss 's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.

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

His gumshoe was so heavy beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the fair guy ? I had no idea. But he felt so vast. A tiny tremble of veneration shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my mamilla. This was really happening.

I did n't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my dorsum upon his bed. I trembled, the top warm on my naked hide, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breathing place quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.

My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He did n't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the story, his chest wavelet, a fine down of non-white hair covering his pecs.

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

"That tone weird,"he said."You sucking on my nipple."

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

"well, yours are cunning than mine,"he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his backtalk to my good mammilla. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hip twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingers strong.

"Clint, you are such a aphrodisiacal macho-man,"I groaned."You know we 're going all the way, right ?"

"I know,"he said after popping his mouth off my mamilla. His sour heart met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I could n't deny him. Not the aphrodisiacal man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.

Incest.

My dungaree popped surface. I gasped as he yanked them down my second joint and threw them to his sleeping accommodation floor. I was down to wearing only my mordant step-in. They were new, bought for Clint. A pattern of little holes made a heart in the front, my blond pubic fuzz peeking through.

"damn, Melody,"he groaned, staring at my sexy underclothes, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingers were already pulling down the waistband.

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

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

My man.

Damn, that was a aphrodisiac thought.

Clint dangled my panty from his fingers. It looked like such a humble fleck of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His heart locked between my thighs, staring at my Virgin slit surrounded by my blonde bush.

This was really happening.

My scanty dropped from his manpower. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thigh shut. But I could n't. break up of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his regard was, it also made me finger so womanly. I was n't a little girl any longer.

"I 'm ready,"I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his crotch, feeling him."I 'm fix, Clint."

The patch my puss had cast on him broke. He moved, finger fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His dick popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my first live dick. It was so different than the ikon I had seen on the net. substantial. Three-dimensional.

Hard, thrusting from a tangle of drear curlicue, heavy orchis dangling beneath. The tip was rap, smoothen like a helmet, and a make liquid beaded out. Precum as the girl at school called it. He was getting gear up for sex.

Ready to nominate love to me.

"Yes, yes, take me,"I moaned, my kitty-cat clenching."I love you, Clint."

"dear you, Melody,"he growled, hungry. His paw grasped my thighs. Shivers rushed up my body."sexual love you so much. Dad was right."

"Hmm ?"I asked.

But he did n't answer. He leaned his head word down for my pussycat. I shivered."Clint, I 'm ready. read me. Make making love to me."

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

"You 're ... .going down on me ?"I had heard Guy hated going down on girls. My friends complained about fellow who wanted to obtain a cock sucking or have sex but did n't want to figure out their pussies.

But not Clint.

I shuddered as he pressed his boldness into the congregation of my Virgo the Virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amaze as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my organic structure as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.

Every caress of his tongue sent shudder racing through my consistence. My juices leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His hand wrapped about my thigh, pulling my puss tight against his lips.

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

This was amazing. masturbation paled. His tongue was fantastic. The pugnacious feel of his backtalk against my sensible form sent ripples radiating through my body. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.

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

"Oh, Clint, yes,"I gasped."salutary, good. I ... I love this. Oh, wow."

His tongue lapped at my maidenhead, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. My dead body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, tidal bore to experience his tool in me as he nuzzled at my sassing, licking up and—

I bucked as he found my clit."Yes, yes, Clint, rightfulness there."

My hands squeezed my tit. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub dead reckoning bliss through my soundbox. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the rush of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.

The pleasure swelled.

"Clint,"I moaned low and throaty as the pleasure swelled through me."I ... I ... Clint !"

My body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Clint made me cum. My studly, handsome cousin made me cum. My oral sex snapped back as my soundbox bucked. My finger's breadth sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.

Wordless moans sang from my rim. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and priming coat against him. I squeezed my optic shut. Pleasure danced across my thoughts as his sass kept sucking. My juice flooded out of me.

And he drank them down.

He loved my pussy.

"Clint,"I managed to groan."Clint, Clint. Now. I 'm so ready for you. Make love life to me."

And he moved. He rose over me, so brawny and strong. My implements of war grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His middle burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Henry Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.

No wonder he loved devouring me.

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

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

Clint Elliston

melody 's puss was so hot against the tip of my shaft. I felt her cherry pressing on the top of my dick. She was a Virgo the Virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasance her.

And then she would please me.

Dad was decently. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was bore to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to take a crap love to her. My marrow heartbeat so fast. Her tit rubbed on my chest.

It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.

I thrust hard.

I felt her cherry red stretchability against my thrusting dick. It held for a minute and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin district. I broke the osculation with Melody, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silken, wet, amazing, stupendous anatomy engulfed my cock.

I was in her.

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

Her second joint tightened about my hips. Her body undulate beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen days had brought us to this marvelous second. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.

My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety hold of her cunt. Her physical body was hot and satiny. It caressed my pecker. pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My mitt would never feel the same again.

Not after sampling her delights.

My centre beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her pelvis rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my backbone, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.

We both wanted this.

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

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

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

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

Hearing my full cousin say that made me groan. My rose hip thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my stopcock ached. The rubbing was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More I wanted to cum. The more it had to burst forth out of me and into her. Was she on birth ascendency ?

Did I worry ?

No.

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

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

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

Our flesh slapped together. Her consistence quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her tit into my dresser. A hot flicker shivered through her cunt. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.

And then she let out a long, low moan as her pussy convulsed."Clint !"

She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a he-man for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.

I fucked her like a man fucked his cleaning lady, and she came hard.

Her fingernails bit into my backbone as she moaned my public figure again. The rub down pressure level of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propel my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin 's depths.

I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my coming."melodic line !"

My ballock unloaded. flak after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each bang. Her pussy milked my gumshoe. She spasmed about my dick, drawing out every hold up spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of joy shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. ace exploded before my eye as my vision swam.

It was grand to cum inside my charwoman. The cousin I loved. I did n't care that incest was wrongfulness. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last bead before I collapsed on her.

keeping her.

She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my peter softening in her yap. She shivered, squirming, the juice leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.

"Oh, Clint,"she moaned."Oh, wow, that was amazing. Love you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, breathless.

"Mmm."She held me for respective minutes. I could feel her middle racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet bit soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.

I liked it.

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

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

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

"You mean, by letting your sister and bratty Lee do what they want ?"

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

"Good advice,"she said."Surprised you were smart enough to take it."

I snorted."Well, he also advised me to go down on you."

"Uncle William Jefferson Clinton was a smart man."

"He also said I should ..."I broke off. I could n't say that.

"What ?"she asked, giving me a look I knew so well.

"nothing,"I said.

"Nope, I want to know everything about this howling dream."

I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard flavour as I stood up into the dormer window windowpane and peered out it. I could see my theater 's backyard and aunty Vicky 's. I blinked. My mom and aunty Vicky were sunning by the puddle next door at melody 's house, catching the shoemaker's last electron beam of the September sun in their Bikini 's, magnanimous white meat constrained by fragile cloth.

red cent, they both looked good.

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

Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect."He told me ... I should ... fuck former char, too."

"other cleaning woman ?"tune threw a face over her shoulder."What ? Cheat on me ? Or have a trine ?"

I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a collar in her voice."You would make a triplet with me ?"

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

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

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

That made me dick ache more."You know who my dad said I should have it away the unvoiced ?"

She shook her head as my hired man reached down, pressing between her thigh I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her twat. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said,"My mother."

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

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

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

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

"She is,"melodic line groaned, her hips shaking."I ca n't believe I 'm even entertaining this conversation You 're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."

"Hot, right ?"

She nodded her head and then gasped.

I stared down at our mother 's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin 's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her Sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.

"holy place shit,"I grunted.

To be continued ...