Incestuous Harem 06

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

"Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl," groaned Melody. "Right, Cupcake?"

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

"I bet it's making your little pussy hot, Cupcake." Melody pulled our little sister onto her lap, her hand 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 fingers sink into hot, wet cunt. I groaned, my dick throbbing harder, my tongue licking faster, gathering all the orange juice out of my mom's cunt I could.

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

"Yes, yes, Mommy's son is strong. He has three women all panting after him."

"Soon to be six," groaned Melody.

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

Melody gave a wicked giggle while I pictured Aunt Vicky. She was one year younger than my mom and just as beautiful and almost as busty. Tonight, she would join the harem. She was like mom, a submissive slut in need of a master.

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

"Yes," Mom moaned. "Oh, make her a slut. She needs it." Mom ground her pussy on my face. "Yes, yes, Mommy wants to watch her big, strong son fuck her sister and her daughters and her nieces. Mommy wants you to fuck them all."

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

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

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

* * *

Leann "Lee" Samuels

I bit into my sandwich, the lettuce so crispy, the turkey had a hint of smoky delight, and the cheese... Provolone. The mustard was spicy and the bread was a rich, whole grain. I moaned as I sat at the island counter in Aunt Cheryl's kitchen. I was so famished after my ten mile run at the park. I took another bite, groaning in delight.

A mess surrounded me. Lettuce and bread crumbs, and somehow I had gotten a large splotch of mayonnaise on the counter. My legs kicked as I took another bite, feet thudding against the island. The front door rattled, and I tensed. Someone was coming home.

Was it Clint? He would be so mad when he saw the mess. He was soooo uptight about keeping the house clean. I didn't much see the point in doing any of that. Clint liked cleaning up, and I hated it. So why should I do it when he would just do it anyways?

I took another bite as the footsteps echoed. More than one person was home. I heard Clint say, "I'm going to enjoy..." His words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, holding a pair of brown, paper grocery bags wrapped up in his, admittedly, strong arms. His eyes narrowed. He was a tall guy, handsome, I suppose, like Uncle Clinton. He looked a lot like his dead dad, same dark hair, same serious face.

"I see you've made a mess, Lee," he said, words stern.

"Uh-huh, Lint," I said and took another bite of my sandwich. I chewed loudly. I called him Lint because that was how annoying he was. Behind him came my annoying sister Melody. She did anything Clint wanted because she soooo wanted to jump his 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 clean up this mess," Clint said, setting the grocery bags on the far end of the counter, "by the time I finish getting the groceries."

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

His face twitched. "I'm going to bend you over my knee, rip down your shorts and panties, and spank your ass while my mom, your sister, and Alicia watch."

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

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

I blinked at that and took another bite of my sandwich. Uncle Clinton absolutely would have spanked my ass for making a mess 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 sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, Melody with an eager smile on her lips, Alicia's doe eyes wide behind her glasses like she was shock I wasn't following his orders, and Aunt Cheryl with a mysterious smile. It was like she knew something that I didn't.

I knew Clint. He didn't have the balls to follow through on his threats.

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

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

On his next trip, I was sucking my fingers clean of a few drops of mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He wouldn't do anything. I squirmed on the stool, eager for him to finish bringing in the groceries.

"One more trip," he told me.

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

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

"Aunt Cheryl won't let you, Lint," I said and stuck out my tongue at him.

"I will," she said, pulling cans of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the cupboard. "And if you keep calling him Lint, he'll really spank you."

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a huge grin on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a normal girl instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. I breathed in and...

"Does it smell like Kool-Aid?" I blinked.

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

I blinked, the entire crotch of her jeans was dark. "Did you piss yourself?"

"Clint just made me very wet."

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

"He's good at that," Aunt Cheryl said, a husky 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 idiot tried to hide it from the family instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few times, rubbing my crotch. 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 glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the family? She was such a nerd, always reading her dumb 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 house," Aunt Cheryl said with a smile 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 didn't clean up your mess."

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

I sauntered past my sister and Alicia, walking to the end of the island. I fixed Clint with a big grin as I went to walk past him. He wouldn't spank me. He couldn't.

And then his hand grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his eyes so strong, so commanding. "Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It's time you understood that you are a part of this family, 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 hair. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my hands scratching at his wrists. I spit like a furious cat.

"Let me go, dick! Aunt Cheryl! Help! Clint's picking on me!"

"You brought this on yourself, dear," Aunt Cheryl purred. "And don't pretend you don't want this. That you haven't been pushing Clint to see if he would bend you over his knee and spank you. I know how much you liked it when my husband would do it."

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know? I didn't understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few years back. It didn't matter if it was bare bottom, through my panties, or my jeans, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my cheeks burning with humiliation for being treated like a little girl, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that warm itch began in my pussy. This was even more humiliating than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

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

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

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

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

"Hey," Clint snarled, anger crossing his face for the first time. "You don't talk to your sister like that. You respect her and love her. Like you respect and love the rest of your family. But if you want to be a brat, we'll treat you like one."

He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, black bush adorning my pudenda.

My cheeks went crimson. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and yanked me over his lap like I was a little girl. My cheeks burned with shame. "Stop 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 naked ass.

My virgin pussy clenched at his touched. A wave of shameful heat shot through me. My body liked his touch. Melody sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here? My pussy clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thighs. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach rising and falling and...

Clint was hard.

My 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 wasn't do anything to stop it.

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

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

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

"Spank her ass," hissed Melody, her hand squeezing my other cheek. 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 melt into a puddle of shame. My pussy was growing so wet.

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

"What?" I gasped, my cheeks burning. Now my sister would spank me? My older, bitch of a sister.?

"Oh, thank you," cooed Melody, 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 humiliation shot through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint's command. My thighs squeezed tight, my clit aching. The smack reverberated through the living room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck?

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

"No!"

Spank!

Crack!

Spank!

Smack!

Slap!

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

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

"You didn't count," she grinned. "So they didn't count."

Smack!

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

"It's part of your punishment," he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard 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 burning. 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 degrading. Why did that make my pussy even wetter?

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

Crack!

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

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

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

Crack!

"Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack!

"Five, thank you, Melody," I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to bury my face into the my hands and hide from everyone's watching eyes.

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

"I..." I didn't know what to say.

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

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

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

"Fun?"

Spank!

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

Why did it feel so good?

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

Smack!

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

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

Crack!

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

Slap!

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

Smack!

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

Melody's hand crept up my thighs.

Crack!

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

Melody's fingers brushed the wet curls of my pussy.

"Thank you, Clint!"

Smack!

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

"Seven, thank you, Clint!"

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

Her words were so humiliating. My sister was touching me while my cousin spanked me. Aunt Cheryl and Alicia watched, their eyes so hungry. They licked their lips. I was just a thing. An object for their pleasures.

My cunt clenched.

Crack!

"Eight!" 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 watch. They would all know I was a slut.

Smack!

"Nine!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my back arching. Melody rubbed harder at my clit. The sensations 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 final spanking. I tensed, eager. The loud crack echoed through the room. The pain shot through my bruised ass, slamming straight to my virgin pussy. Melody's fingers rubbed at my clit, the sparks from her fingers crashing into the pain.

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

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

Rapture.

Ecstasy.

It slammed into my mind. Such joy I had never experienced while masturbating. Such rapture that had my head swaying back and forth. I bucked and moaned, stars exploding across my body. I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and pain, a place of wonder and delight.

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

His dick flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to fuck me.

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

His hand went to my chin, lifting my dazed head. He stared into my eyes, into my soul. There was such commanding power in him. He pinned me with his gaze as I felt his cock rub at my pussy, Melody guiding him to my hymen. The touch of his dick on my virgin cunt yanked my thoughts back into my flesh.

"You are my slut, aren'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 burning agony raging across my disciplined ass. His cock slammed into my virgin depths. The friction sent a new wave of rapture slamming into my mind.

I clenched down on his girth. He was in me so deep. He filled me up. My thighs wrapped about his waist as he drew back and fucked into me again. Hard, fast strokes. He didn't care if he hurt me. If my pussy ached each time he slammed into me. He just had to cum in my cunt.