Incestuous Harem 07


Bratty Sis Gets Soaked

Vicky Samuels

“What is going on? I’m on a break?” I texted to my sister as I hurried to the upstairs girls’ restroom. I had thirty minutes to satiate my hot pussy. Everyone participating in the debate match today–I coached my college’s team in addition to teaching history–would use the nearer ones. And I needed privacy.

My pussy was on fire. Everything was happening at the houses today.

My sister and I were far closer than sisters ever should be. For twenty years, we had shared the same man, Cheryl’s husband Clinton. He was our Master. He dominated us, punished us, gave us just what we craved. We made love for his amusement, committing incest to please him. The six months since his death had hit us both hard.. Particularly my older sister, who loved her husband just a bit more than I did.

And now my nineteen-year-old nephew Clint was stepping up as man of the house, dominating not only my daughter, Melody–who had a huge crush on him–but my sister and my innocent, eighteen-year-old niece, Alicia. It shocked me. Not Melody, I had been waiting for the pair to get passed the kissing cousin stage, but the rest of it. My sister fucking her son, submitting to her son, quiet Alicia losing her cherry to Clint.

It made me so wet. I wanted to join in the fun, but I was stuck at school on this dumb debate tournament. Why did I ever agree to coach it? It didn’t net me an extra paycheck but cost me plenty of my personal time.

I was on the second floor hallway, moving from the auditorium, alone, my feet echoing, when my phone made the melodic beeps of an incoming Skype call from my sister. I accepted it, and almost dropped my phone at the sight of the video she streamed me.

My other daughter, Lee, was bent over Clint’s lap. Melody was beside him, Lee’s legs draped over my eldest daughter. Lee was eighteen and a brat, often acting like a girl half her age. She had only gotten worse since Clinton, her true father, had died. She was bare bottom, jogging shorts and panties around her ankles while Melody’s hand cracked down hard on her rear.

“Five, thank you, Melody,” Lee said, her face crimson, her short, black hair half-covering her cheeks. She always kept it in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty appearance. Her asscheeks were as red as her face.

Melody, nineteen and blonde, had a huge grin on her face, a mix of triumph and glee at spanking her younger sister. Her hand stroked Lee’s ass. “You’re welcome, Lee. Now what do you say?”

“That’s right,” my sister whispered into her phone as she filmed. “Lee is joining the fun. She’s totally getting off on being spanked and humiliated like we always thought she did when Clinton disciplined her.”

“Shit,” I hissed, diving into the ladies restroom. My thirty-eight-year-old pussy was on fire. My eldest daughter stroked my youngest daughter’s ass. It was so sensual. Lee moaned out her confusion while Clint, looking so strong and handsome, had a glint in his eye. The same glint his father would have when he dominated Cheryl and me.

Damn, he looked like his father did the first time I entered his bed at eighteen, trembling and virginal, Cheryl at my side. They were both nineteen. I was a gift from Cheryl to her boyfriend, her bustier body pressed against me, her hands spreading my thighs.

She’s a virgin, Clinton, my sister had moaned. Just for you.

I burst into the last stall, the door swinging shut. I yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. My legs spread wide and my right hand plunged between my thighs. I rubbed at the hot flesh of my pussy, fingers sliding over and over my wet labia. My left hand gripped my phone so tight the plastic case creaked.

“Mmm, that’s right,” my sister purred. “Lee is going to be a wild addition to Clint’s harem.”

Clint’s first spanking fell hard on my daughter’s ass. I could hear the stinging reverberation, my ass aching in sympathy. He didn’t hold back. He was spanking her hard, intent on inflicting pain. And my daughter bucked. She cried, tears falling down her face.

But I knew those moans. She was a masochist. She craved the pain, the humiliation, the shame. It all made her wet and excited. Clint was giving her just what she needed. I wonder if Lee even realized why she acted like a brat, if she understood what she craved.

She was about to.

My fingers plunged into my sopping pussy. My hot flesh clenched on my digits as they reamed in and out. My toes curled in my shoes as I watched the second spanking fall, loving the sound of Lee thanking him. Where had he learned that form of discipline?

“He’s just like his father,” I moaned as the third spanking fell. My fingers plunged faster, pleasure racing through my body. I so wish I was there.

“I know,” Cheryl sighed. “And he loves Melody like he loved us. Maybe Alicia, too. I think he’s realizing just how precious she is.”

“Damn,” I panted.

“He even has a thing for Asian girls.” The phone shook, and I heard my sister let out a wanton tuzla eve gelen escort moan.

“Really?” I groaned.

Pam Hiragawa dancing through my thoughts. She was nineteen and on my debate team. If Clinton were alive, I would have been grooming the girl to be ready to join us in bed, a gift to him. Cheryl and I always tried to find new Asian girls for Clinton to enjoy. It was a game we played.

My pussy clenched so hard as my daughter gasped and moaned, tears pouring down her face. Her short, black hair tossed about her as she writhed. I heard Alicia groan nearby, watching with her mother.

And Melody. My wicked eldest daughter had her hand sliding up Lee’s thighs, moving towards her pussy as Clint reddened her ass. She bucked and gasped, hardly noticing when Melody reached her goal. One daughter touched the other daughter’s cunt while their half-brother’s hand cracked down again.

“Oh, my god,” I panted, my clit throbbing beneath my grinding heel of my hand. I bucked and shuddered. “Lee’s going to cum.”

“Uh-huh,” Cheryl groaned.

The tenth spanking fell. My daughter Lee thrashed. Her body bucked as she screamed out wordless pleasure. I knew the signs. She had exploded into subspace, drifting on the euphoria brought about by being dominated, the mix of pain and pleasure. Her small body quavered and danced. My pussy clenched on my fingers.

And Clint was moving, Melody helping him, a huge grin on her lips. “Fuck my bratty sister, Clint,” she hissed as they rolled the thrashing Lee onto the couch. She half sat, leaning back, her head tossing, still cumming. “Fuck the little slut. Pop her cherry.”

Melody grabbed his hand. My daughter and Clint stared into each other’s eyes, kissing hard as she brought his dick to her sister’s pussy. Lee thrashed and moaned out her delight. She wanted Clint to fuck her.

And he did.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my pussy juices dripping out my snatch as I watched Clint’s firm ass flex as he drove into my daughter’s cunt. One hand shoved into Melody’s jeans, frigging her pussy as he pounded Lee. “He’s fucking her. He popped her cherry. My little girl’s a woman.”

“Yes,” Cheryl moaned, the camera trembling. “My son is such a stud.”

Her maternal pride made me gasp and heave. Clint pounded Lee. They fucked her hard. He and Melody called her such humiliating, degrading names. And she loved it. Melody hissed about pissing on her and Lee thrashed hard.

She was into humiliation. Of course she would love being pissed on. Just like her mother.

“Cheryl,” I moaned, my orgasm suddenly exploding through me as I pictured Lee being pissed on by Clint’s huge cock, soaking her in yellow urine, her bratty mouth spluttering as it filled with the nasty liquid. I was kneeling next to her, the piss splashing into my mouth as I held my daughter.

The restroom door opened.

And then Clint turned to me. Your turn, Aunt Vicky. Piss all over the disgusting slut.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as I bucked and groaned, staring at the image streaming on my phone of my daughter thrashing beneath Clint, my other daughter bucking as he fingered her to an orgasm. Our family was so wild, so hot. The pleasure rushed through my mind.

Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I moaned and gasped.

The stall door opened. Pam Hiragawa stood before me. “Professor Samuels…” Her slanted eyes widened. The Japanese girl–her skin that wonderful shade of pale olive, her hair black silk, her eyes slanted and brown–clapped hands over her mouth, gasping as she watched me masturbate.

Seeing my student’s gaze on me, her nineteen-year-old body trembling in shock, made me cum harder. “Yes, yes, Pam,” I panted “Oh, yes, watch me cum. Mmm, yes.”

Her eyes were locked on my fingers reaming my pussy. Juices squirted out of me as I bucked harder on the toilet. The porcelain creaked beneath me. My legs kicked out, my heels brushing her jean-clad legs. She had a petite frame, her loose clothing hiding any curves. She had such an innocent look about her.

“Oh, god, Pam, I’m cumming so hard. Keep staring at me.”

“Professor Samuels,” she moaned again, lowering her hands. She shifted. Two dimples appeared, tenting her blouse. “W-What are…?”

“Masturbating,” I groaned, shuddering. “Oh, my god, yes.” I shuddered a final time, my pleasure bleeding off.

“I…I…” Pam looked around. “I didn’t know. I called your name, and you said yes.”

“Did I?” I panted, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, staring at her eyes. They were locked on the triangle of black hair adorning my pudenda, the tip pointing at my shaved pussy. Just the way Clinton liked me. My sister wasn’t shaved, but she had to dye her hair blonde for him. And though he was dead, we still groomed ourselves his way.

“What are you looking at, Pam?” I asked, standing up.

The Japanese girl blushed and looked down. “Sorry, Professor Samuels.”

“Mmm, you have nothing to be sorry about.” I put my phone in my skirt pocket and cupped her chin with my left. tuzla otele gelen escort I lifted her face. “You’re curious about pussy, huh? A little bicurious desire in you? Or are you gay?”

“I’m not gay,” she said.

“Nothing wrong if you are,” I told her. “I’m bi myself. Like pussy and a hard cock.” I brought my wet fingers to her lips and smeared my juices on her. She trembled, her pink lips glistening. Then her tongue brushed out, swiping across my tart juices. She shuddered. “Nothing wrong at all.”

I smeared more juices on her lips and leaned in, kissing her. Not hard, not aggressive, just letting our lips touch. She quivered while my heart thudded. It was such a risk. I was her teacher. I could get in so much trouble.

And that only made the kiss sweeter.

“Mmm, we’ll talk after the debate, okay?” I told her.

Pam just nodded her head, petrified, shocked, unsure what to do, her hips squirming. New desires were awakening in her. She was so cute. I bet Clint would love her. “You know my nephew, Clint Elliston?”

“I…I didn’t know he was your nephew,” Pam said, “but we have English and PE together.”

“He’s cute, right?” I grinned, pulling up my panties. “I bet you have a crush on him. Big, strong guy. I bet you’ve rubbed that hot pussy thinking about him.”

“Professor Samuels,” she gasped, shocked.

I put my arm around her. “Pam, Pam, Pam, you are so innocent. I’ll take that as a yes.”

She just squirmed.

“Now, why did you come looking for me?”

“I just…” She swallowed. “Want to talk about my performance.”

She was stiff, uncomfortable. Her research was great, but her presentation was stilted. “You were wonderful. Just the best out there. So smart and articulate. I think we’re going to win because of you.”

“Really?” she said, beaming at me. I tightened my arm on her, the lie winning me affection.

“Uh-huh. But we need to help your confidence. And I know just how.” I smiled at her. “That’s what we’ll talk about later.”

She swallowed. “Just…that?”

“Oh, I think you’ll learn all sorts of things tonight.” I licked my lips. How much would Clint love me if I brought him this sexy, young thing home? I would be his cool aunt.

* * *

Clint Elliston

“Jesus, you really want to be pissed on,” I grinned at Lee as she squirmed beneath me, my softening dick trapped in her hot, tight pussy. Melody’s fingers twisted the brat’s nipple, making Lee squirm more. “Well, that’s going to happen. All of us.”

“All?” Alicia squeaked.

“Even you, Princess,” I told her. I groaned, pulling my dick out of Lee’s pussy, my shaft coated in her pink froth. I had popped her cherry hard. I had spanked her ass until she came. Far harder than I had spanked Melody.

I had hurt Lee, and she loved it. I couldn’t help myself. All these years of putting up with her brattiness, being called Lint, dealing with her teasing. All of that frustration poured out of me as I disciplined her, and she had loved it.

Melody shuddered as my hand came out of her fly. Traces of purple stained my fingers along with her cream, leftover from the grape Popsicle I shoved up her cunt earlier. I licked my fingers clean of her sweet juices as she grinned at me.

She was eager to piss on Lee. I bet Melody always wanted to. She kept bringing up watersports since last night. She didn’t want to be pissed on, even if she would submit and let me do it. But she wanted to watch, and she wanted to do it.

Damn, she was wicked. I was learning so much about her. I thought we knew everything about each other, and since we made love last night, we were finally opening up are innermost desires, those secret impulses we kept hidden out of fear.

No longer.

“Lee, get your ass upstairs in the master bathroom right now,” I growled. “Climb in the tub naked and ready to be pissed on.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned, my cum pouring out of her cunt as she shuddered. The brat’s small breasts jiggled in her sports bra. She peeled it off, throwing it on the ground as she stood up.

“Lee,” I growled, “don’t make a mess.”

She gasped and shuddered. “Sorry, Clint.”

Clint not Lint. That was great to hear.

She grabbed her sports bra, jogging shorts, and panties from the floor while my cum dribbled down her legs. Then she darted upstairs. I glanced at my mom and Alicia, grinning at them and nodding my head after Lee, who was already scampering up the stairs, making so much racket in her excited desire to be pissed on.

My dick twitched. Melody grabbed my cock, her tongue licking at the tip, swiping up her sister’s tangy juices. I groaned, stroking her blonde hair, her hazel eyes staring up at me. I shuddered as the pleasure raced up my sensitive dick.

Then I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Mine went around her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight. I kissed her on the lips, tasting Lee and a bit of salt. I didn’t mind tasting myself. Not on Melody’s lips. She shuddered, her arms slipping about tuzla sınırsız escort my neck, her body pressing tight together.

I broke the kiss, my forehead resting on hers. “Damn, Melody, that was so hot.”

“I know.” She shuddered in my arms. “Finally we got payback on the little brat.”

I smiled. Melody and I had been best friends all our lives. For nineteen years we had hung out. Since we were only a month apart in age, Melody the older, we naturally hung out. We had been inseparable. She was a tomboy, so we had fun playing war and knights and cowboys, racing around our shared yards or playing with other boys in the neighborhood. And our friendship had blossomed into love. She was my queen now.

My submissive, sexy queen ruling my harem at my side.

“Damn, Clint,” she groaned, her hips humping, rubbing her jeans against my dick hanging out of my fly. “We’re going to piss on her. The brat. Oh, my god, I’m so wet.”

“And I’m getting hard,” I groaned, gripping her ass. “We’re going to have so much fun humiliating Lee. She gets off on it.”

“Little slut,” she moaned. “We should get clothes pins and cover her body in them. I bet she would go wild.”

I groaned. “Damn, you have great ideas. I love you so much, Melody.”

“Mmm, love you, too,” she purred and kissed me hard.

And then I heard Alicia let out a loud sob. I caught a glimpse of my little sister, her pigtails flying, as she darted past us for the stairs. Her sock-clad feet tromped up to the second floor. And then her bedroom door crashed shut, rattling the house.

I broke the kiss. “The fuck?”

Melody sighed. “She’s in love with you, Clint, and you just made this wonderful, gushy pronouncement to me, telling me how much you love me–which I enjoyed, by the way–but you’re her big brother.”

“Well, I do love you,” I said, growing irritated. “She has to understand that. You’re my queen.”

“And she’s your little princess. Your submissive sister. She reads all those romances.” Melody smiled. “And, I think, you’re growing to love her, too. I seen how you grin when she holds your hand.”

“Yeah. But I love you.”

“And your father loved two women.” Melody said with patient words. “I don’t mind sharing you. And not just with sex slaves. But Alicia.” She nodded her head. “I could share your heart with our little sister.”

I licked my lips. “Should go talk to her?”

She arched an eyebrow then sighed the way she did when I was being a clueless guy. She squeezed my hand. “She needs that right now. I’m sure you’ll know just what to say to make her feel loved.”

Melody leaned in and gave me another kiss.

* * *

Alicia Elliston

I threw myself on my bed, my pile of stuffed animals shifting. Floppy, a blue bunny, fell across my back as I buried my crying face into my pillow. My glasses pushed against the bridge of my nose and the rims pressed on my brow. I ripped them off, tears falling, and plopped them on my nightstand. Then I buried my face into my pillow.

He loved her. Not me. Her.

And why wouldn’t he love Melody? She had boobs. She had an ass. She had curves. She was fun. She could laugh and joke with him. She had all these little things she did, looks and glances and playful punches, that he understood. It was like they had their own private language.

And what did I have?

No tits. Just a pair of small buds pretending to be boobs. Every other woman, even bratty Lee, had tits in the family. But not me. Mom and Zoey, my older sister, had huge tits. Aunt Vicky had big boobs, and Melody’s were nice and round. Lee’s were handfuls, but they at least filled a bra. My little A cups didn’t even need a bra.

I would never have real boobs.

And he loved her. Even though I gave him my virginity. He called me his little princess, but my big brother didn’t love me. How could I compete with Melody? She was blonde while I was a brunette. Drab, boring, brown hair. She dressed so sexy while all I had were little girl clothing.

I hugged my pillow tight, the fabric growing wetter and wetter as I rubbed my face into it. It wasn’t fair. I loved Clint for so long. He was supposed to be like the sexy men in all the romance novels I read. He was supposed to love me.

Not her.

A loud rap came at my door. “Alicia.”

It was Clint. “Go away!”

He grabbed my door knob and twisted. It rattled. “Alicia, unlock this door right now.”


“You’re not being a good, little sister right now.”

My legs kicked. “I don’t care. I don’t want to be your little sister. I hate you!”

“Alicia,” he groaned. “Let me in. I want to talk to you.”


He turned the doorknob again. “I’m going to count to three. You better let me in.”

“No! I hate you!” I didn’t know why I said those words. But I was just so angry at him.


I clapped my pillow around my ears.


My stomach twisted. What would happen when he said three? Would he spank me like he did Lee?

“Threeeeee…” he stretched out the word.

I bolted from the bed, darting to the door.


I yanked it open, the lock popping as I twisted the knob. I stared up at Clint. He was fuzzy without my glasses on. Then I turned and darted to my bed, flopping on it and not looking at him. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?

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