Incestuous Harem's Passion Ch. 11

"Alysha," he groaned, his hand resting on my shoulder. He brushed my bleached-blonde hair.

"Don't," I whispered, scared he'd pull away. I trembled there, not wanting to break this. His hand stroked at my bare skin beside the narrow strap of my tank top. He caressed me. Touched me. I kept grinding on him like my hips were possessed. My body blazed. Heat rippled out of my body. "Don't stop me."

Then his arms were around me. I gasped as my older brother nuzzled into my neck. He kissed at my feverish skin. He growled with hunger. I shuddered, the pleasure bursting through me. Then he spun me around in his arms to face him. I stared up at him. My boobs pressed into his torso, my nipples hard through my thin tank top.

"Can't take your teasing any longer," he groaned. "I tried. I tried so damn hard, but you... You just keep prancing around..."

He kissed me.

His lips claimed mine. My brother's mouth was on me. I couldn't think. I just melted against him. I felt that hardon pressing into my crotch. My pussy throbbed with this pulsing ache. It matched the wild beat of my heart. I worked my lips against him, trying to kiss him back with as much fervor.

He spun me around. I kept kissing him, clinging to him. He pushed me back against the stove. His tongue darted into my mouth. His hands grabbed my hips. He held them tight as his tongue swirled around mine. I whimpered into his mouth.

It was incredible.

His hands lifted me. He set me up on the stovetop. It was a glassware one, induction heating, no burner plates. A flat, smooth surface. I quivered as he kept kissing me, his hands on my naked thighs, stroking me. I whimpered, my fingers sliding through his short, thick hair.

A giddy thrill ran through me; my brother kissed me.

This was really happening.

Joy burst to life in my virgin pussy. My cunt clenched and relaxed. My tongue darted around in his mouth now, exploring him. I whimpered and moaned. This was a dream. Only better. I was awake. So awake and enjoying every moment of his tongue sliding around in my mouth.

His fingers slid up to my panties. He hooked his digits into the waistband. He tugged on them.

I wiggled from side to side, helping him remove them. I didn't care that he was my brother any longer. No, I did care, and that was why I was so eager to let him take those off. We were hurtling down into incest. I wanted it so badly.

He broke the kiss. "Alysha!"

"Yes, yes, Jaiden!" I moaned, staring into his eyes.

He ripped my purple panties down my dark thighs. He slid them over my knees. He yanked them off and then pushed my legs apart. He stared down at me. What would he think when he realized I was shaved? I started doing that recently.

It made masturbation even better.

"Damn, little sis," he breathed as he sank to his knees. "Clint was right."

"Clint?" I moaned.

"This White guy. Gives talks about bigamy and incest. How you should be free to love who you want. He's like banging his first cousin. Wants to marry her, but can't."

"Because they're cousins?" I asked in confusion.

"Naw, that's legal in California. He already got a wife. They both bang her. Like polygamy or some shit, but..." He stared at my pussy. "Love who you want. That's what he says. I want to love you, Alysha."

"Love me!" I moaned, trembling there. "I-I-I've been thinking about you since the party."

He groaned, "Me, too."

He buried his face into my pussy. I gasped as my brother's lips rubbed into my shaved, virgin flesh. I leaned back into the wall, microwave over my head. I squirmed as my brother devoured me. I couldn't think of any other word for it.

His tongue flew over my pussy. He wasn't gentle. He was dominating. Powerful. My fingers slid through his short, woolly hair, gripping those tight curls. His tongue dug into my groove, caressing over my hymen to flick my clit.

Stars burst through my vision. My eighteen-year-old body quivered. My butt rubbed into the glass surface of the stovetop. My cunt clenched deep inside of me where no one could touch it. His tongue stroked up and down my labia.

I gasped when he brushed my bud.

His touch made masturbation pale in comparison. I shuddered and let him love me. I reveled in every moment of it. My ass rubbed against the stovetop. My butt-cheeks squeaked beneath me. I gasped and moaned, loving every second of his tongue fluttering up and down my twat.

Incest was amazing. My brother gave me such bliss. He stroked my petals. He feasted on my pink delight. I whimpered and then shuddered. My nipples throbbed, pressing against the thin material of my tank top.

I ripped it off.

"Jaiden!" I gasped. "Oh, my god, Jaiden! I've wanted this so much!"

He didn't answer. He just stared up at me and feasted on me. Delivered to me the incestuous delight that I fantasized about. Craved. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. I slid my hands up to cup them. I squeezed my little breasts as my brother feasted on me. He gave me such bliss. Such rapture. I groaned as the pleasure rippled through me.

My thighs squeezed about his face. I held him as he stirred me towards my orgasm. His every lick and flick of his tongue gave me more and more pleasure. More and more delight. I gasped and moaned, reveling in the incestuous thrill.

"Jaiden," I gasped. I loved saying his name. My big brother's name. "Oh, Jaiden, yes, yes!"

He sucked with such hunger on my clit. He nibbled on it. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, the bliss swept through me. It felt incredible. It was everything that I'd hoped for and more. My brother's mouth felt amazing.

"I'm going to cum!"

He sucked harder on my clit. His hand stroked my thighs.

"Oh, Jaiden, I'm going to cum so hard!"

He wanted that. His dark-brown eyes stared up at me with hunger. He sucked on me. He nibbled and teased me. I groaned out in delight. The pleasure surged through me. My thighs rubbed on the sides of his face. My head rubbed into the wall as I trembled.

He fluttered his tongue on my clit. I whimpered. The incestuous delight built in my cunt. Deep in me. In that place I needed to be itched. By his cock. He was so big, and I didn't care. I wanted my first time to be with him.

"Jaiden! Jaiden!" I moaned.

"I love hearing you moan my name," he growled and sucked on my clit again.

I exploded in forbidden passion.

"Jaiden!"

My pussy convulsed. A wild spasm that had my tangy juices gushing out. He drank them up. He licked and lapped at them. His tongue dug through my folds. He teased me. Delivered such passion to me. It was incredible. I groaned, my heart pounding. My body bucked and shuddered as the rapture surged through me.

"Oh, Jaiden! Oh, yes, yes, I love it, Jaiden!"

Stars burst across my vision. The pleasure was more than I'd ever experienced. Incestuous rapture surged over my mind. Taboo bliss blazed inside of me. I quivered and moaned, squeezing my titties as I squirmed on the smooth stovetop.

"I need you, Jaiden! I've wanted your cock for months! I can't wait any longer!"

He lifted his head from between my thighs, his face drenched in my cream. My orgasms still rippled through me as he seized me in his arms and pulled me to him. My ass slid right to the edge of the stove. My head ducked out from beneath the microwave. I threw my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and kissed him.

I tasted myself on him as I trembled, his strong, dark arms around me. His cock nudged at my inner thigh, just inches from my pussy. From penetrating me and making me feel amazing. I would climax so hard on his cock. I would savor every moment of his dick surging into me.

Fucking me.

Taking my cherry.

I didn't care that this wasn't a romantic spot. That we weren't in bed with R&B crooning in the background. It didn't have to be the perfect place to lose my cherry because it was with him. I burned for my brother to be in me.

To unite our bodies. We came from the same mom. My tongue danced in his mouth as his cock slid down my thigh and into my vulva. Into my virgin flesh. I quivered when he nuzzled into my pussy lips. Pressed against my hymen.

I kissed him with hunger. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, reveling in the tangy flavor of my twat on his lips. My body buzzed from my orgasm. I wanted him in me. Fucking me. I wanted to feel his cock slamming home in me.

He pushed on me with that thick cock. He was long. Hung. I knew it. I had no fear, though. It was my first time, but my brother wouldn't hurt me. Not after that amazing orgasm he just gave me. He delivered rapture unto me.

I would repay him.

I broke the kiss and groaned, "Jaiden!"

"Alysha." He stared into my eyes. They brimmed with all his passion. I quivered, so ready for this moment. He pushed and pushed against me. My cherry stretched and stretched.

Popped.

I gasped as my brother entered me. He tore through my hymen and filled me up. Inch after inch after inch of his cock slid into my deflowered pussy. I groaned out loud, quivering as my juicy flesh stretched to take him.

There was so much of him to take.

"Oh, my god, Jaiden! You're in me!"

"Alysha!" he growled, the passion in him. He finally bottomed out in me. I couldn't believe I'd taken all of him. I squeezed around him. It almost hurt, but I felt so good from my orgasm that I didn't care. I wanted him to pump away in me.

He drew back. My flesh clung to him. I held him tight and shuddered. It was incredible to feel him in me. How big and thick he was. How much he filled me. Then he rammed back to the hilt in me. I gasped at the second time he buried into me.

All that cock stuffed in my little pussy.

My brother's cock.

Such joy shot through me. I kissed him again, clung to him. I rubbed his naked back. My breasts rubbed into his muscular chest. He drilled into me with his thick cock. He buried into me again and again. He rammed hard. Fast. He pumped away at me, stimulating me. The pleasure surged through my body.

I loved how he rammed his cock hard and fast into my pussy. I shuddered at how much passion he gave me as pumped away at my twat. This wasn't the slow love-making of my fantasies. This was the carnal passion of incest.

Of forbidden lusts unleashed.

I bucked into his thrusts. My fingers clawed his back. His every thrust sent me closer and closer to making me explode. It was incredible. A hot delight. I felt dizzy from the thrill of his cock plundering into my cunt over and over again.

He delivered such bliss to me. Such rapture. I savored it. My cunt squeezed around him. I held him tight as he buried into my cunt over and over again. I shuddered, loving every hot plunge of his cock into my naughty depths.

My brother was amazing.

I loved him so much.

I loved him being in me, stimulating me. I kissed him. Our tongues danced and dueled as my orgasm built and built again. Another burst of forbidden rapture delivered by his amazing cock plundering my cunt.

He thrust hard and fast. I clung to him, my nipples rubbing into his strong chest. Pleasure burst from my nubs in powerful sparks. Dizzying heat rushed through me. My head shook as the pleasure flooded through me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing around that thick and delicious cock plunging hard and fast into me.

I broke the kiss and gasped, "I'm going to cum, Jaiden!"

"Just moan my name when you do!"

"Jaiden!" I groaned, loving the hunger in his eyes. The delight. "Oh, Jaiden, I'm going to cum on your big, beautiful cock!"

"Yes!"

He thrust so hard into me. He filled me up. My pussy felt like it was made for his cock. We were siblings. So maybe it was. I squeezed around him, drinking in the girth of his cock filling me up again and again.

That wonderful delight surged through me. My cunt squeezed around him. I drank in the friction. My nipples throbbed against his chest. My thighs gripped him and my fingernails raked down his back. It was incredible to enjoy.

"Oh, my god, yes!" I gasped. "That's great! That's amazing! Jaiden! I-I-I... Yes!"

I came.

"Jaiden! Jaiden! Jaiden!"

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his cock plunging into me. This pleasure surged me to the top of the world. To howling heights of ecstasy that I didn't know I could reach. My brother's cock buried into my spasming, writhing, hungry pussy.

He drove that big dick into me again and again. My flesh burst with bliss each time. Ecstasy swept through me hot and fast. I moaned out his name over and over, drunk on the rush of my brother loving my twat. On his cock plunging into me over and over. It was incredible. A thrill. My pussy spasmed around his dick, aching for him.

"Alysha!" he growled, the sexiest sound in the world. "My Alysha!"

"Yours!" I gasped, cumming even harder. "Jaiden."

My brother erupted in me. His hot cum pumped into me again and again. Spurt after spurt of incestuous jizz fired into my unprotected pussy. My cunt writhed and spasmed around him. My flesh milked him dry. I savored the delight. I reveled in the bliss of him pumping his seed into me. I loved it.

Stars danced before my eyes. I held him tight. I groaned, my pussy milking out every drop of his seed. He dumped it all into me. It was the best feeling in the world. It was an amazing delight. I savored every last moment of his cock spurting into me.

"Alysha," he panted as my pussy drained him dry. His cum filled me. Brimmed in me.

I groaned and gasped, my head spinning. I felt dazed by the bliss. "Oh, Jaiden, this is going to be the best spring break ever.

He smiled at me and kissed me with passion. It finally happened. All my fantasies had come true. I had my brother's love in me. His cock. His seed. I had him.

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June 3rd, 2025 -- Delilah Midgley

My feet ached from my long shift. My keys rattled in the lock. I opened the door and took two steps into the living room before I noticed my son on the couch. He snored, passed out. I blinked at the cans of beer lying around him.

Drinking again. He was almost twenty-one now. An adult, but he didn't need to be drinking in my living room and passing out in... in... He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. The A/C wasn't working in the apartment. My shitty landlord claimed it would be fixed tomorrow. His snores rattled the room as I stared at his boxers.

At my obsession.

I had fought it for years, this incestuous lust for my son's big cock. He was hard. His dick swelled the front of his boxers. The slit every pair of boxers had was gaped open, revealing his fleshy shaft. He twitched and throbbed with his heartbeat.

I drifted to him, my purse falling from my hands. The soreness in my feet vanished. I fell to my knees before the couch. One of his arms had spilled off, fingers half curled, a can by it. He was strong. He had just gotten a job working construction. He was proud to help pay the bills.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I shuddered. I couldn't do this. It was wrong. He was my son.

My hand reached out and slid into the slit. I felt his cock.

Stop this! You can't do this! He's your son! You're his mother!

I pulled his cock out through the slit and stared at it for the first time since I walked in on him masturbating a few years ago.

This is wrong. It's not too late. You can control yourself. You have to. Don't be a bad mother.

I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. I salivated for his cock. I hungered for it. I pressed my lips against the tip. He throbbed in my grip. He kept snoring, oblivious to his naughty mommy sliding her tongue around the crown of his cock.

I tasted his precum. This heady rush shot through me. I squeezed my thighs together. My pussy burned as my tongue traced around his cock. I hated when his father, my ex-husband, made me blow him. But my son...

I would gladly blow my son.

My lips slid over Ian's crown. I savored the texture of his thick dick. Not that little prick his father had. Oh, no, my son had a cock. I squeezed my eyes shut and enjoyed the feel of my mouth sliding down his shaft. That voice screaming a warning snuffed out as the lust surged through me.

I sucked on my son's cock for the first time.

I committed incest.

My cheeks hollowed as I loved his cock with my mouth. I bobbed, working my head up and down. A few strands of my blonde hair escaped my bun and spilled down my face. They caressed my burning cheeks as I bobbed my head.

He kept sleeping as I gave him such bliss. My hand stroked his cock. I pumped up and down his thick base. He was so long. My pussy clenched, begging to be touched. I knelt there, squirming my thighs together as I loved him, scared he would wake up at any moment.

And excited for him to groan awake and love my mouth on his dick.

His precum tasted so delicious. His shaft throbbed in my mouth. He tasted incredible. His precum stained my tongue. I swept over him. I loved the way he twitched and throbbed in my mouth. I was such a naughty mother. Such a wicked, sinful, disgusting woman.

I molested my son. I loved his cock. I sucked with all my might. He groaned but stayed passed out. His cock twitched and throbbed in my mouth. My pussy approached a feverish boil. It was so exciting sucking on him.

Being such a naughty, naughty mommy.

The slurping sounds echoed through the living room. My clothing rustled, breasts jiggling in my bra. My drool ran down his shaft to my stroking hand. My tongue caressed him between sucks. He throbbed and twitched.

He groaned.

His cock erupted.

Hot jizz pumped into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the incestuous flavor of my son's cum. Salty and thick. It was incredible. I hated his father's seed, but I gulped down my boy's spunk like it was ambrosia.

He came from me. I made him in my womb. My pussy ached for him to be in me again. I swallowed down every load of cum he had, my pussy on fire. I fisted up and down his dick, working out all the spunk.

I drained him.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and panted. "Oh, my god," I moaned and shoved his cock back into his boxers. "What did you do, Delilah?"

I bolted to my feet and ran to my room. I threw myself on my bed, found my big dildo, and thrust it between my thighs. I didn't take my panties off. I yanked them out of the way and rammed the shaft into my pussy.

"Ian!" I howled, crying out my son's name as I came, the salty flavor of his cum strong on my lips. I bucked on the bed, shuddering through my orgasm. Stars burst across my vision. I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing from side to side. "Oh, yes, yes, Ian!"

The pleasure drowned me. I spasmed, my mind drinking in the ecstasy. My clothing rustled. I trembled through the bliss, my legs spasming. My body quivered. The bed creaked beneath me as I thrashed to my peak.

Then I collapsed into panting guilt. I had just molested my son. How could I do that? I couldn't let that ever happen again. I had to be better. I was his mother. I rolled onto my side and held my pillow to my face.

Why was I such a terrible mother?

* * *

April 9th, 2027 -- Pam Elliston

The doorbell rang.

A young woman with black hair opened the door and a smile crossed her lips. She wore a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her body looking fit and toned. Her gaze flicked back and forth from us, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Hi, we're you're neighbors!" I said. "I'm Pam and this is Melody. We live across the street."

"Oh, hi, I'm Catherine," the woman said then spotted the casserole I held, still piping hot. "Catherine Nicholson. Oh, you didn't have to do that."

"Nonsense," I said as I handed her the dish. "Just be careful. It's fresh. My mother-in-law made it. She's a great cook."

"Well, come in, come in," she said and backed away. "Issac, look, our new neighbors have brought us supper. It's Pam and Melody."

Her husband appeared. He also had black hair, a tall and fit man in jeans and a wife-beater. He looked sweaty from unpacking. I frowned. There was something about him. He looked so similar to the woman. They had the same facial features. Cheekbones. Noses. Ears. They could be siblings.