Chapter Four: Seducing My Virgin Sister
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Story Codes: Teen female/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Incest, Spanking, Domination/submission, Virgin, Oral Sex
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“You understand?” my half-brother asked me as I pulled on my panties.
“I do,” I said, winking at him. My brother. I had a brother. Clint wasn’t just my cousin like I had thought for the last sixteen years of my life. His father, the man I thought of as Uncle Clinton, was also my father. I couldn’t believe it. I was still reeling from the revelation that my mom and her sister, Aunt Cheryl, were lovers and had shared Clint’s dad—my dad—since they were teenagers.
And now Aunt Cheryl was Clint’s mommy-slave.
I always thought my father was a scumbag, the sperm donor as Mom called him, who ran out when Mom was pregnant with my younger sister Lee. I was only a baby when it supposedly had happened, so I had no memories of that time. I believed her. And the truth that my handsome, strong, loving Uncle Clinton was my father made me excited at the same time it made me sad.
Sad because he had passed away six months ago before I knew the truth. It only came out as Clint and I enjoyed fucking his mom this morning. Aunt Cheryl had spilled the truth after Clint had dominated her and turned his mother into his submissive slut.
I guess I was his submissive slut, too. I would do anything for my sexy brother. As I wiggled on my jeans, I couldn’t help but smile at him, looking so handsome and strong, his mother cuddled up to him, her large tits pillowed across his chest, her bleached-blonde hair fanning out. He stroked her arm splayed across his torso, a satiated smile on his lips.
Of course he was satiated—he had just fucked my ass. And that was magical.
“I’m counting on you, Melody,” Clint said, his dark eyes strong.
He made my heart flutter and my pussy clench. “Have I ever let you down, Clint?”
“There was the time we went camping and you forgot to pack any food.”
“Well, that was in the backyard,” I said. “The house was just a few feet away.”
“And the time you bailed on us building our tree house.”
“Mom took me shopping,” I protested. “You don’t have to be a dick about this.”
He grinned. “And what about when I needed backup in the snowball fight, and you were too busy making snow angels.”
“They were pretty angels.” I put my hands on my hips, his eyes hot on me, my naked breasts jiggling. “Clint, those were all when we were kids. Have I let you down since we became teenagers?” We were the same age. Well, I was a month older. It was why we were so close. We lived next door and were the same age, so we did everything together. It helped that I was a tomboy and would rather get dirty playing with the boys then have fake tea party with dolls like my bratty sister Lee would do with Alicia.
“Well,” he said a grin spreading on his lips, “what about our project in the ninth grade? You completely forgot to write your half of it.”
“And then in Biology—”
“Okay! I get it. But I won’t let you down this time,” I said, tossing my blonde hair. “Trust me. Your little sister will be ripe and ready.”
“She better,” Clint grinned at me. And, damn, he was so sexy. I snagged my tank top, pulling on the tight cloth that molded to my braless tits, my nipples tingling against the fabric.
I moved to the bed, leaned over him. “Love you.”
He kissed me hard, his tongue brushing my lips. “Love you, too.” Then he smacked my ass, hard, and grinned, “My little sister awaits.”
“Mmm, she does,” Aunt Cheryl moaned, wet and excited for Clint to pop her youngest daughter’s cherry.
Our family was a little messed up. But it was so hot.
My ass stinging, I sauntered out of the door. I had never seduced a girl before. But there was a first time for everything.
I passed my fifteen-year-old sister’s bedroom. Her door was open. She was off, probably running around the park. That girl had too much energy and was really into fitness. I stepped out into the warm, autumn morning and cut across my front lawn to Clint’s, passing beneath the shade of the large chestnut tree growing before his house.
The Ellistons’ house was bigger than mine. It was three stories tall. Clint’s bedroom was in the attic and while Alicia’s, Zoey’s, and Aunt Cheryl’s were on the second floor. I pulled out my key—the same one worked for both our houses’ locks—from my pocket and was reaching for the doorknob when it opened.
Busty Zoey blinked at me, about to step outside. “Oh, hey, Melody. I don’t think Clint’s home.” Her eyes flicked down to my tank top, a smile crossing her lips. “That’s different. You’re dressing like a girl. What’s changed?”
My cheeks went crimson as I faced Clint’s older sister. My older half-sister. Zoey was taller than me, her hair brassy and curly, falling about her face. We looked similar—not shocking considering our mothers were sisters and we had the same father—but she had a more…predatory cast to her looks, a hungry beauty like a vixen on a prowl. And she had the body for it. Like Aunt Cheryl, Zoey was stacked, her belly shirt stretch taut over her large breasts. Clint was always ogling her.
And I had always been jealous of how beautiful she was. Eighteen and so adult. So mature. She carried herself with such confidence. I know Clint loved me, and I was fine sharing him with all the women in our family, but Zoey worried me.
What if he had a taste of her and didn’t want me? What if she possessed him? She had that look. A man-eater.
“I’m not here to see Clint,” I said. “He asked me to talk to Alicia. He’s…worried about her.”
“Squirt is?” Zoey asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who would have known?”
“He cares about our families,” I said, my eyebrows furrowing. I folded my arms.
Zoey’s eyes narrowed. “You’re fucking him.”
“What?” I spluttered, my cheeks going red.
“I didn’t think Squirt had the balls to actually make the moves on you. Or did you…?” Her eyes flicked down to my top. “Did you finally have to show him you were a girl? Did you have to beat him over his thick skull to see you as a woman before he fucked you?”
“No,” I said, back arching. “He took me.”
“Well, you admit it.” She pushed past me. “Have fun fucking Squirt.”
“Clint,” I said, turning to glare at her as she headed to her car. It was new—not the car itself, which was an 2003 Saturn Ion, but it was new for Zoey—purchased with her first paycheck from her new job working at Dairy Queen. “His name is Clint, not Squirt. He’s the man of the house now that da…Uncle Clinton is dead.”
Zoey threw back her head and laughed as she unlocked the car’s doors with her fob, the lights flashing and a loud beep echoing. She opened the driver door, slid in, and gave me a wave that could only be called bitchy.
My hands clenched. I should kick her ass. But I had a mission. Sweet Alicia was upstairs, alone in her room, bursting with questions about her brother, her virgin pussy hot and bothered for Clint. Hearing her masturbate on the phone only fifteen minutes ago when I talked to her about last night, Clint popping my cherry, had been hot.
I put Zoey out of my mind and headed inside.
“Clint,” I moaned as I humped my bare, virgin pussy into the large teddy bear lying atop me. He was my favorite stuffed animal—I had many—and my fourteen-year-old pussy tingled as I humped against his soft fur. “Clint, Clint, yes. I love you so much!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, not caring that my glasses were slipping on my face, as I humped harder and harder against my teddy bear. He was so soft atop me. I hugged him, my nipples tingling as I ground my pussy on him.
I wanted Clint so badly. I wanted him to claim me like the men in the romance novels I read. To make love to me, to pleasure me. I wanted him to go down on me and make me cum so hard. I wanted to gasp and moan and reach new plateaus of pleasure.
My conversation over the phone with Melody, where I embarrassingly masturbated as she talked about her first time with Clint last night, had left me horny for another orgasm. I needed it. So I ground so hard on my teddy bear. I moaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.
I stared into the teddy bear’s black, button eyes. “Yes, yes, Clint, you know what I need. Oh, you’re the best big brother.”
My pussy clenched. My clit tingled. The little bud ached as I humped against him, the furs tickling me. My bed creaked. Outside, a car started. I didn’t care. I just wanted to explode on my teddy bear, to satiate the horny ache inside me so I could get back to reading.
I was so close. I trembled. My toes curled. I was on the verge of erupting. The waves of pleasure would flood through my body at any moment. I loved that moment of release and ached for Clint to deliver me the same pleasure.
My pussy clenched. The pressure built. And—
Someone knocked at my door.
I let out a startled yelp, throwing my teddy bear off of me, my heart hammering. “Yes?”
“It’s Melody, Cupcake,” my cousin said. “I think we should talk.”
“O-okay,” I said, panic fluttering through me. I pushed my teddy bear to the edge of my bed—the right side lay flushed against my wall—joining my other stuffed animals. I pushed down my top and scrambled to grab my jean shorts as the doorknob turned.
“Sweetie, it’s locked,” Melody said.
“Just a moment,” I groaned, grabbing my jean shorts. I didn’t have time to find my panties. I yanked up the shorts, my body shuddering. I was so close to cumming. Why did she have to bother me now? No one ever bothered me. They let me stay in my room and read, lost to my books.
I didn’t need anyone. I had my books to keep me company.
I fumbled with the jean shorts’ fastener as Melody knocked again. “What are you doing in there, Cupcake?”
“Nothing,” I gasped, my face flushed. I pushed up my glasses, my pigtails bouncing about my shoulders as I crossed my room and twisted the doorknob, the lock popping.
Melody stood on the other side, a mischievous smile on her face that made her almost look like Lee. I used to be close with Lee—she was only a year older than me—when we were kids, but she got into sports and running while I liked books. So, according to her, she couldn’t be friends with a nerd.
But Melody never teased me. She never really noticed me. Too busy playing with Clint, running around with him, her clothing always dirty, her knees skinned. She could climb our chestnut tree like no one else.
I blinked at her. Today…she looked like Zoey. Not as busty, but dressed to show off her body. To please my brother. My cheeks warmed as she stepped in, glancing at her round breasts molded by her tank top. I bet Clint loved her breasts.
I didn’t have any. Not really. Just little A cup bumps. Puberty, it seemed, was skipping me. All the other women in the family had tits, even Lee, and I was left with a slim body with hardly any curves. No wonder Clint loved Melody and hadn’t even noticed me.
She inhaled, and her smile grew. “Doesn’t smell like nothing in here?”
My cheeks burned hotter. It was a little…musty in here. My eyes flicked to my teddy bear and the obvious wet patch dampening the fur of his crotch. I wanted to melt into the floor as Melody moved to my bed, hopped on it, and grabbed my teddy bear. It was as tall as her when she sat down. Dad had won it for me at a carnival when I was ten.
“I heard girls masturbate this way,” Melody said. “Humping against plushies.”
“Melody,” I groaned, closing the door. I knew we were alone in the house, but still, I didn’t need anyone hearing about what I did in here just in case.
“What’s it like humping against a stuffed animal?” Melody asked. “I just use my fingers and sometimes a pencil.”
“Nice, I guess,” I said, standing stiffly. Melody leaned back into my teddy bear like he was the back of a chair. It almost looked like the toy embrace her, his stout arms about her waist.
“Do you pretend it’s Clint?”
My eyes widened. “Of course not. He’s my brother.”
“And he’s so sexy, right?” Melody said, patting the bed beside her. “Come on, Cupcake, don’t just stand in the middle of your room. Sit down. Let’s talk. Girls do that, you know?”
“I know,” I said. “I just…didn’t think you would… I mean, you’re such a tomboy.”
“But I’m still a girl.” She smiled. “Clint knows that, too.”
I bit my lip, moving to the bed.
“It’s okay if you masturbate to Clint, Cupcake. I think it’s hot.”
“You…do?” I swallowed and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at her.
“Come on, lean back against your wall of stuffed animals.” Melody glanced at them all. “Uncle Clinton bought you most of these, right?”
I nodded. I moved back into them, feeling them against me.
“Did you ever masturbate to your dad?”
Her hazel eyes bored into mine. I swallowed, feeling so naked despite being clothed. I folded my hands over my lap, my pussy still so hot and itchy. I wanted to get back to masturbating. And now she was making me think of Dad. Clint was Dad but younger.
I nodded my head once.
“It hit you hard, his death,” Melody said, putting her arm around me, pulling me closer to her. I smelled something musty around her. Similar to my own pussy’s scent. But there was something else, something salty and yet almost like bleach.
Was it Clint? Did they have sex recently?
“I miss him,” I admitted, my heart hammering. She turned her head, her blonde hair brushing my light-brown pigtail. Melody was the only blonde in the family. Mom’s hair color came out of a bottle. Dad liked her that way.
Does Clint also like blondes? Should I bleach my hair?
“Clint’s missed you,” she said. “You spend all your time in here. Alone. Closeted up.” She smiled. “Masturbating.”
“I don’t spend all my time masturbating,” I protested.
She grabbed my kindle lying on the foot of my bed. “Right. You do it all the time to all those naughty romances you read with that subscription program. I bet some of them are hot. Your pussy must be wet so often.”
How did she know?
“I like to masturbate, too,” Melody purred. “Every girl does. I know, sex is supposed to be bad, but it’s not. It’s so much fun in all of its forms.”
“You like having sex with Clint?”
“I love it,” Melody breathed. “He’s my man, Alicia. I would do anything for him.”
“Anything?” I gasped.
“I would let him fuck my ass.” She leaned in. “In fact, he did that this morning. I’m still sore from it, but I came so hard.”
“Wow,” I breathed. Some of the romances I read, especially the naughty ones, had anal in them. “I’ve…stuck my finger…back there.”
“You naughty thing,” Melody laughed.
“What else would you do for him?” I bit my lip.
“I’d share him,” she said, her head leaning closer to mine. “If he wanted another girl, I would let her into his bed. I would love her with him.”
My heart thudded faster and faster. “You wouldn’t be…jealous?”
“It makes me happy serving him. It’s how I show him my love. And he shows it back by telling me to do things.” Her hand brushed my cheek, fingers so soft. She lifted my head, her lips lowering. “I would love to bring a girl to him. Someone beautiful and sexy and aching for her first time with a sexy man.”
This couldn’t be happening. I stood frozen as her lips moved closer and closer to mine. Was she talking about bringing me to Clint? Sharing him with me? Flat-chested, short, scrawny, glasses-wearing me?
I breathed in, smelling that musk. That scent of sex. Her and Clint mixed together. And then her lips touched mine.
A girl’s lips. They were so soft on mine. I trembled as her lips slowly worked against mine, kissing me, making me shiver in excitement. Tingles raced through my body. Her lips kissed me a little harder, a little bolder, almost begging me to kiss her back.
My lips moved. I shuddered. I was kissing my cousin. A girl. I was kissing a girl. This was so much. I couldn’t believe this was happening. She really wanted to share me with my brother, her boyfriend.
My pussy clenched again. I struggled to breathe as we kissed. All these wonderful sensations rushed through my head. They made me dizzy. They made me shudder and shake. My hand reached out, grasping her arm, holding on to her for support.
Melody broke the kiss. “Mmm, you are so sweet, Cupcake.”
I blinked, dazed, not sure what I should say.
And then she kissed me again. My eyes closed. Wonderful heat rushed through me. Tingles of delight. I wanted Clint so bad, and if she wanted to share him with me, then I would kiss her. I would let her do anything to me.
I didn’t fight her as she pressed me down on the bed, our kiss growing hotter. Her tongue brushed my lips. I knew what she wanted. I parted them. And now we were French kissing. I trembled, savoring her hot tongue in my mouth, brushing mine. This was so amazing. Some of my romances had lesbian sex in them, and those scenes had always made me tingle.
But I never knew I would actually do anything with a girl. I was straight. I had to be. I wanted Clint so badly.
I moaned as her hand found the hem of my shirt. She pushed it up, her fingers caressing my skin. Downstairs, the door opened. I could hear two people enter the house. Footsteps thudded up the stairs, heavy.
Was he coming to my room.
Melody’s hand pushed up my top to expose my small, left breast. Her hand cupped the little mound, her thumb rubbing across my nipple. My small nub ached. I groaned, kissing her harder as my ears strained at the sounds in the house.
Clint reached the second floor and walked down the hall. He was coming. He was coming to make love to me. My pussy clenched. I moaned into the kiss, savoring Melody’s thumb massaging my nipple, my eyes locking on my door, hoping. I left the door unlocked. He could walk in.
But Clint passed by my door. He headed up the attic stairs to his room.
Melody rolled my nipple. She broke my kiss, smiling down at me, her blonde hair brushing my cheek. “Mmm, you are getting good at kissing, sweet Cupcake.” She looked down. “And that is the cutest nipple.”
“Thanks,” I breathed. I heard a TV come on upstairs. Clint was watching TV or about to play video games. Maybe he didn’t know about Melody bringing me to him. Maybe I would be a surprise.
Melody pulled out her phone from her pocket. “I need a pic,” she smiled, snapping a picture of me. Her fingers played with her phone for a moment. “Mmm, I want to show Clint.”
“Yes,” I breathed, nodding my head.
Melody pushed her phone back into her pocket and leaned down, sucking on my nipple. I gasped, my body undulating as her mouth loved my nipple, her cheeks hollowing. Such delicious delight raced through my body. I squirmed and gasped, my eyes fluttering as footsteps walked up the stairs.
Was it Zoey or my mom? I didn’t care. I loved Melody’s mouth sucking on my nipple. I grit my teeth, not wanting to call out as the footsteps reached the second floor. A rush of excitement shot through me.
I always felt it when masturbating, hearing people walk back and forth down the hallway, oblivious that I was in my room humping my teddy bear or rubbing my pussy. No one bothered me. The family ignored me.
“Melody,” I moaned. “That’s so—”
My bedroom door opened. Mom walked in. “Alicia, I was wondering if you wanted to… What the hell!”
Melody’s head popped up from my breast. “Aunt Cheryl!”
Mom stood in the hallway, her blonde hair framing a livid face. My body went rigid. “What are you two filthy girls doing? You’re cousins! And you’re…doing disgusting things together.”
“But…” Melody started to protest.
“No buts, Melody.” Mom’s eyes fell on me. I cringed. “And you, Alicia… I thought you were a good girl, not some sex-mad fiend fucking her cousin.”
“Mom,” I tried to say, flinching at her language. So coarse.
“Don’t Mom me, young lady. Both of you are in so much trouble.” She planted her hands on her fist. “If your father was alive, he would tan both your backsides. So I guess Clint has to do it. He’s the man of the house now.”
“Clint,” I squeaked.
“Aunt Cheryl, I’m older than Clint. He can’t spank me.”
“Move your butts, young ladies,” Mom hissed, her face thunderous. “Now! I won’t take any more backtalk. We’re marching up to Clint’s bedroom, and he will spank you both.”
Tears burned in my eyes as Melody rolled off of me. I stood up, trembling.
“Pull your shirt down, Alicia,” Mom snapped. “I can’t believe it. My daughter and her cousin. Fooling around.”
I covered my left breast and stumbled after Melody, my stomach twisting. We both walked with our heads bowed.
I smiled as I heard Mom’s shouts coming from downstairs. She was playing her part perfectly. My dick ached as I played Call of Duty. But it was hard to concentrate on the game as I heard Mom lead Melody and my little sister through the house to the attic stairs.
“Someone frag that asshole camping spawn,” a voice snarled through my headset.
“You do it, cocksucker,” the crackling voice of a young kid shot back.
A knock came at my door. I pulled my headset off my ears. “Yeah?”
“Clint, I caught your sister and your cousin acting like a pair of degenerates,” Mom said, pushing open my door.
“Degenerates?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face as Alicia and Melody entered, my little sister trembling. She was so cute, her pigtails and glasses combined with her petite frame made her so innocent. So yummy.
I couldn’t wait to devour her.
“They were having lesbian sex with each other,” Mom said, pushing both girls in. “Committing incest.”
“That’s pretty serious,” I said, setting my controller down on my leg. “I mean, I’m just shocked that they would do that.” I gave my sister a stern look. She shrank.
“You’re the man of the house now, Clint.”
“So you want me to, what, spank them?”
My mom nodded her head, a smile on her lips. Alicia was before Mom, staring at the floor and had no chance of seeing Mom’s true expression. “Yes, you need to spank both their naughty asses. Just like your father would.”
“Aunt Cheryl,” groaned Melody as she trembled, her hazel eyes flashing.
“You first,” Mom said, pushing Melody forward.
“Fine,” Melody said. I set down my controller and headset on my nightstand then moved to the edge of the bed. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Then you shouldn’t have been naughty,” I told her.
She went to go across the lap, but I stopped her with a raised hand. She obeyed. “That’s not how my dad would do it.”
“I’m sixteen,” she protested, her hips squirming. “Bare bottom, Clint?”
I glanced at Alicia who squirmed more, her cheeks crimson.
“Bare bottom, Melody,” I said, my voice commanding. “Yank those jeans and panties down, or I’ll do it myself.”
My dick ached so badly as Melody’s hands shot to her fastener. “Yes, Clint.” She said with the perfect amount of submissiveness. Damn, I loved her.
Alicia looked up as Melody kicked off her shoes. Then she unfastened and unzipped her jeans. She peeled the tight pants off, exposing her long, sleek legs, her delicious panties hugging her cute rear, dipping between the cheeks of her ass. The fabric was damp, my cum leaking out of her asshole.
She peeled those off, too, and Alicia gasped as our half-sister draped across my lap, her stomach rubbing into my hard cock. Melody shifted, her naked ass jiggling. I smiled at the cum staining her crack, the scent rising up to my nose.
“Well, Clint, I see you have this in hand,” Mom said.
“I do,” I told her. “You can go.”
She mouthed, “Sir,” and backed away, her eyes glancing at the webcam on my computer aimed at my bed. I had already sent a Skype call to Mom’s cell phone. She would have a view of all the fun. She closed the door and retreated down the stairs.
And then I smacked my hand down hard on Melody’s ass. A loud, stinging crack echoed through my bedroom. Melody moaned, bucking as her ass reddened. I savored the sight, my dick throbbing harder and harder.
“What were you doing, Melody?” I asked, my hand cracking down on her ass again.
“I was seducing your sister,” moaned Melody, her hips shifting.
“Why?” I growled.
“Because you told me to, Clint,” moaned Melody. “And I do what you tell me to. Always.”
Alicia gasped, her brown eyes wide as she stared at Melody’s reddening ass through her glasses.
“And did I tell you to get caught by my mom?”
“No, Clint,” Melody moaned. “I was so bad. I barely kissed Alicia before Aunt Cheryl caught us.”
“I had only sucked on her little, scrumptious nipple.”
“How scrumptious was it, slut?” I asked, smacking my hand down again on her ass. This time I I didn’t pull away but rested my palm on her silky rear, savoring the heat rising from her burning flesh and the way she moaned and squirmed on my lap.
“Her nipple was small and pink. Her breast was so cute. This lovely, budding mound. I loved sucking on her nipple, Clint. I was getting her all wet and ready for you. Just like you wanted.”
“You…wanted me, Clint?” Alicia asked, her voice small.
“Yes,” I groaned and cracked my hand down on Melody’s ass again.
“But I was bad,” moaned Melody. “I spoiled everything. I’m so sorry.”
Alicia took a step forward. “You…want me, Clint?”
“I said yes,” I growled, staring at her. “Take off your top, Alicia. Let me see those scrumptious nipples Melody sucked on.”
“Only the one nipple,” Melody moaned.
“Clint,” she yelped, bucking again.
Alicia pulled up her blouse, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, like she was in a trance. She whipped it over her head, her pigtails bouncing. Two small breasts, hardly more than mounds budding from her body, jiggled slightly. Pale-pink nipples rose hard from her little tits, so suckable, so succulent. My cock ached as I pictured Melody’s lips wrapped tight about the nub.
“Those are scrumptious nipples,” I groaned.
“Really?” Alicia swallowed, her hands rubbed together before her. “You don’t think…I’m too flat?”
“No,” I groaned honestly.
“Clint,” gasped Melody, bucking hard. “Oh, Clint, I was so bad.”
I stared at my little sister, my hand falling on Melody’s ass. “You’re just so pretty, Alicia. A small flower just budding into womanhood. You’re cute and there is something so sexy about your glasses, pigtails, and small breasts. Innocent. You’re just aching to be plucked. I heard you on the phone. How you panted for me as Melody told you about our first time.”
“She said she was alone,” Alicia blushed.
“I lied!” moaned Melody. “Clint’s cock was in my ass when you called. He was slowly fucking me as we talked. It was so hot.”
My dick throbbed again.
“He wants you, Alicia,” Melody moaned. “He sent me to seduce you. He wants to make love to you. He wants you to be his submissive, little sister. He wants you to please him. To obey him.”
“Like I do!” Melody’s head snapped back. “Clint! I’m cumming, Clint!”
My half-sister bucked on my lap, my dick aching in my jeans. I groaned, stroking her ass, loving how she gasped and moaned, her pleasure echoing through the room. I savored the heat of her. I moved between her thighs, rubbing her pussy, her juices gushing out.
“I do, Alicia,” I told her. “I’m going to lay you out on the bed and make love to you. I’m going to claim your cherry. And you’re going to be my submissive, little sister. Aren’t you?”
Alicia nodded her head, her fingers playing together before her stomach, her firm breasts jiggling slightly. They were so delicious. She looked so young and innocent. I ached to plunder her.
Alicia swallowed. “I want you…to make love to me, Clint. I…I…”
“Say it, Cupcake,” moaned Melody. “Don’t be afraid.”
I shoved two fingers into Melody’s pussy, loving how she gasped. She was so hot and silky. I loved this girl so much.
I stared into Alicia’s eyes as she licked her lips. “I will be your submissive, little sister, Clint. If you love me.”
“I’ll love you,” I said, pulling my fingers from Melody’s twat. “Lick my fingers clean of Melody’s pussy juices, and you’ll be mine.”
Alicia swallowed and stepped forward, fingers playing faster together. She leaned forward, nostrils flaring as she inhaled, breathing in our half-sister’s musk. Melody squirmed on my lap, her head craned, watching. Alicia’s tongue appeared, pink.
She licked my fingers. Her tongue retracted into her mouth when she reached the tip, tasting Melody. She swallowed then licked again, a little more eagerly this time. Her tongue licked up and down, cleaning me. So wet and hot. Then her lips sucked my fingers into her mouth.
My dick ached. I couldn’t wait for Melody’s mouth to be about my dick.
But that was later. First, my sister deserved to enjoy herself. To feel pleasure. I pulled my fingers from her lips, leaving her breathing in deeply, her small breasts rising and falling. I grinned, hungry for her.
I smacked Melody’s ass. “Time to eat our little sister.”
“Yes, Clint,” Melody purred, wiggling as she stood up. She sat down on the bed beside me, wincing. “Ouch.” She lightly punched my shoulder. “My ass hurts.”
“Good,” I grinned back at her. Punching my shoulder was one of the ways she showed affection.
“Okay, Cupcake,” Melody said. “Clint’s going to get naked while you lie down on his bed and get comfy.”
I stood, slipping past my sisters as Melody pulled Alicia down to the bed. Melody scooted over, stretching out on her side beside the topless Alicia. My little sister settled her head on my pillow, her arms hugging herself as she watched me pull off my shirt.
“Mmm, doesn’t he have sexy muscles?” Melody whispered into our little sister’s ear. “Just yummy, right?”
Alicia swallowed and nodded as I dropped my shirt on the floor. Melody’s hands took Alicia’s arms, pulling them away so she didn’t hug herself. Then Melody stroked our little sister’s stomach, light, slow circles, teasing Alicia with her fingertips as I kicked off my shoes.
“I bet you’re just so excited to see him naked,” whispered Melody into Alicia’s ear. “Eager to see your first cock.”
Alicia nodded her head, her eyes wide as I unsnapped my jeans. My dick ached so hard. It was so hot feeling her virgin eyes on me, her small tits rising and falling as she panted, her flush spreading down her neck to her chest and breasts.
The zipper rasped. She let out a whimpering sigh as I pushed my jeans down, my cock tenting my boxers. I hooked my boxers’ waistband with my thumbs, staring into her eyes, and shoved them down. My cock sprang out. Alicia gasped, eyes widening. A shiver ran through her body.
“Soon, that cock’s going to be in your pussy,” whispered Melody, her fingers sliding down our little sister’s body, reaching the snap of her jean shorts. She traced the fly down to the crotch. “Right in here.”
Alicia gasped, shuddering as i moved to the bed. Melody pressed her fingers tight into our sister’s crotch, massaging her virgin pussy. I reached the bed, my dick thrusting before me. I settled down beside her. It was crowded on the twin-sized mattress
My cock pressed into Alicia’s leg as my left hand slid up her body to those delicious mounds. She trembled beneath me, her skins so smooth, like silk. And warm. I reached her breast, cupping her mound with my palm, feeling her hard nub.
“Clint,” she moaned, eyes fluttering. God, she was so damned innocent. I just wanted to violate her.
I leaned over and sucked on her nipple. I engulfed it with my lip, savoring her little nub. She squealed, shuddering. Her hand ran through my hair, her lower lip trembling. Her glasses slipped back on her nose as she moved her head, soft sighs escaped kissable lips.
“I bet you just love that, Cupcake,” purred Melody. “Clint’s lips on your nipple. Don’t they feel different from mine?”
“Yes,” moaned Alicia. “He sucks harder. His lips are stronger. And I can feel his stubble. So rough. So…”
My little sister nodded her head. I sucked hard then nipped her nipple. She shivered and squealed. She made the cutest noises. I rubbed my palm into her other nipple as I sucked and worshiped her. I made her squirm and sigh, her legs moving, her thigh rubbing against the tip of my cock. Shivers ran through my body as I loved her nipple.
I swirled my tongue around it. I sucked hard on it, lifting my head, stretching out her little mound until her nub popped out of my mouth. Then I sucked on it again, attacking it, loving her nipple, causing her to shiver and spasm.
“Clint,” she moaned “Oh, Clint.”
“Is it just like you imagined?” Melody whispered, her fingers rasping against the denim of Alicia’s shorts. “Huh, Cupcake?”
I sucked harder, my fingers pinching her other nipple now. I rolled the small nub between my pointer finger and thumb. Her back arched. She let out another gasp. I loved the sounds she made. I loved how her lips pursed.
I had to kiss her.
I moved up her body, my lips seizing hers. For a moment, she went rigid beneath me. And then she sighed, eyes closing, and relaxed into my kiss. Our lips worked together. She kissed me back with her hot mouth. I humped my dick against her thigh, devouring her mouth, claiming my little sister. Melody nuzzled on the other side.
We were sharing Alicia. Melody’s lips kissed and nuzzled at Alicia’s cheek, nibbling down on her jawline. I kept pinching Alicia’s nipple, making her squirm. Her hand rubbed on my chest, stroking me as she kissed me harder.
And then her hand moved lower and lower down my body. I groaned as my little sister reached my stomach, her fingers dipping into my bellybutton. A strange tingle raced through me, my dick’s tip throbbing. Then she went lower. She found my shaft, gripping it in her hand, stroking it. She pumped up and down my shaft, her mouth kissing me harder.
“That’s it, stroke his dick, Cupcake. Make him ache for that sweet pussy.” Fastener popped. I broke the kiss with Alicia and smiled as Melody drew down the zipper to Alicia’s jean shorts, exposing soft, brown curls.
“Someone’s not wearing any panties,” I grinned.
“Melody interrupted me…” Alicia’s words trailed off.
“Were you masturbating?” I asked her. “To me?”
Alicia nodded her head. “I do it all the time, Clint. I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Was I in your dreams, Cupcake?” Melody asked.
Alicia shook her head butt then smiled as Melody’s fingers stroked the brown pubic hair peeking out of Alicia’s unzipped fly. “But I’m glad you’re here.”
I stared at those wispy pubic hair. My mouth watered. I pushed down my sister’s body, her hand slipping from my cock, and seized her jean shorts. I yanked them down her body, her legs lifting in the air, and threw them away.
She clamped her thighs shut for a moment, hiding her virgin treasure. Then she looked at Melody who gave her a supportive nod. I remembered what Melody said on the phone earlier about spreading her thighs before me, how exposed she felt, naked, vulnerable, and yet it also made her feel so womanly when I stared at her with hunger.
I stared at my little sister hungrily.
Alicia parted her thighs as I moved between them. She exposed her virgin pussy to me. A cute thatch of brown adorned her mound, not as thick as Mom’s bush. Her pussy was wet and flushed. It was a tight slit, vulva sealed and pure. I breathed in her fresh scent. I shuddered.
Young, virgin cunt.
“Clint,” Alicia gasped as I buried my mouth between her thighs and licked at her pussy. She humped and groaned, rubbing her sweet snatch against my lips.
I devoured her. I licked. I slid my tongue through her tight folds. Her clit was small, buried, and made her squirm when I licked it. My fingers parted her vulva, exposing her hymen covering the entrance of her pussy. It was almost solid, only a few small holes penetrating the membrane. I licked at it, savoring her fresh juices, feeling my little sister’s maidenhead.
And then I licked up her snatch to her clit. I sucked and nibbled on it. I made her squirm and groan. Her body bucked against me.
“Clint,” she panted “Oh, yes, Clint.”
Melody claimed our little sister’s lips, kissing her hard. I hadn’t noticed when Melody took off her top. Her round breasts pressed against Alicia’s side. I groaned, savoring the sight as I licked harder at my sister’s pussy, her juices flooding my mouth.
She was so hot and delicious. Her thighs spasmed about my head, tightening and relaxing as she moaned into Melody’s lips. I licked harder, dragging my tongue through her folds and across her clit. She bucked, humping against me.
She had a hot cunt. I bet every woman in the family did. I couldn’t wait to have them all.
“Just the sweetest pussy,” I groaned. “You’re so hot, Alicia. I’m going to savor taking your virginity.”
I licked again, concentrating on her clit. I licked and swirled about the nub as her body humped and shuddered more. She spasmed and gasped, kissing Melody hard. Alicia’s arms were locked tight about Melody’s neck, holding her tight. Their tongues danced.
My dick throbbed.
I sucked on her clit hard. She humped, and I kept my head moving. I didn’t release her nub. I stroked her lips with my fingers, brushing her hymen as I loved her clit. More and more of her juices leaked out, her fresh scent filling my nose.
And then she broke the kiss. “Clint!” she cried out, tits jiggling “Oh, Clint.”
“Cum on his mouth, Cupcake,” moaned Melody.
“Yes!” Alicia’s glasses almost flew off her head as she bucked against my mouth. Her thighs gripped my head. Her body shuddered as she came.
I drank the flood of her juices, savoring her virgin passion. I gulped them down, loving her, making her tremble and gasp, her face bright red as her pleasure exploded through her. She slammed her head back on the pillow, pigtails flying.
Such pleasure surged through me. I had never felt its like. Clint’s tongue and lips and fingers drove me insane. I couldn’t stop bucking. The ripples kept washing into my mind. I thrashed. Bliss. Rapture. My big brother made me cum so hard.
I loved him. I loved this.
“Clint!” I screamed again, the only word I could say.
Melody grinned at me as Clint rose over my trembling body. His face was covered in my juices. They dripped from his chiseled chin. His dark eyes consumed me as his muscular body moved over mine. His dick dangled hard and thick.
He was so big. How could he fit in me?
And then he kissed me. Hard. I tasted myself on him. I tasted fresher than Melody’s sweet pussy. His weight was on me and…
His cock nudged at my pussy.
I moaned, kissing my big brother so hard, squirming beneath him, my pussy on fire despite my orgasm. I was ready for him to be in me. I humped against him as he groaned. His cock pressed on my maidenhead.
It stretched and stretched. Pain flared. My thighs latched onto his hips, holding him tight. I moaned into the kiss, eyes scrunched.
My hymen tore.
Clint’s dick thrust into me.
My brother was in me. He was in my pussy. His cock was in me.
My pussy spasmed on his dick. Another orgasm shot through my virgin body. I was still writhing from the first climax when he buried in me. And now his dick was sliding in and out of me. Pumping into my depths and withdrawing.
My spasming flesh clung to his dick. Friction. Wonderful, amazing, stupendous friction burned in me. The pleasure washed through me. Every thrust of his dick made me shudder and moan. He broke the kiss, driving his dick harder and harder.
“Alicia,” he groaned as I wiggled and writhed beneath him. “Oh, damn, she’s tighter than you were, Melody.”
“You must be in heaven, Clint.”
And then they were kissing. I watched them, tongues dancing as I bucked and humped into my big brother’s cock. This was so hot. So wild. I couldn’t believe how special this was. I hugged him tight, my fingers digging into his strong back as he thrust his cock so deep into me.
I moaned and groaned. The sounds issued from my throat. I had no control over them. I bucked, shuddered, hips undulating, meeting his thrusts as my pleasure peaked in me. My pussy clenched so hard on his dick.
And them my orgasm passed. “Clint,” I sighed. “Oh, Clint, that was wonderful.”
And he kept fucking me. He hadn’t cum yet. His balls, laden with his cum, smacked against me. He would cum in me. He would flood my pussy with his seed. I clenched my pussy down on him, shivering at the realization.
Clit was pounding me. Fucking me. He would spurt his cum in me. Into my fertile pussy.
“Yes, yes,” I found myself moaning. “Keep going, Clint.”
Melody broke the kiss, lowering her head, her hazel eyes staring into mine. “You want your big brother’s cum flooding your pussy, don’t you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want that. I want to feel like I’m his girl.”
“You are,” Clint groaned. “My submissive, little sister. Damn, Melody. I can’t last much longer.”
“Cum in her, Clint.” Melody licked her lips. “Cum in her. I want to lick her clean. I want to lick out every drop of your jizz.”
“Yes,” growled Clint, reaming me harder, the bed quaking. My pussy ached wonderfully from his vigor. “God, I love you, Melody”
“What about me?” My voice squeaked out of my tight throat, my pussy clenching just as hard on his dick.
Clint looked down at me. “I love you, too, Alicia. You’re my submissive, little sister. My slut.”
“Slut,” I moaned, the word so naughty and yet made me feel so…wonderful. My eyes widened. “Slut! Yes, yes, I’m your submissive, little sister-slut.”
An orgasm burst through my pussy, sudden and fast. My flesh convulsed about his cock. He slammed into me, groaning. His balls so heavy. His face contorted. He grunted my name, burying into me.
My eyes widened as the rapture bathed my mind. His cum spurted into my depths. I could feel it splashing inside of me, filling me. Incestuous seed. I gasped, my pleasure intensifying. My big brother could breed me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Clint!” I moaned as his bedroom door burst open. “I’m your slut! Cum in me!”
“Yes, cum in her, Sir,” moaned Mom from the doorway, naked, holding her phone in her hand.
I gasped in fright. “Mom!”
Clint groaned, thrusting the last time as I squirmed in fear beneath him, my pleasure evaporating. And then he kissed me. And I couldn’t fight him. Even with Mom there watching us. I was such a slut. His slut. I kept kissing him as she stared at us, his cum in my pussy. My brother’s cum.
And then I realized Mom was naked. And she wasn’t angry. What was going on?
To be continued…
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