Incestuous Harem – Chapter 6A: Disciplining My Bratty Sis

Incest story: Incestuous Harem – Chapter 6A: Disciplining My Bratty Sis

by mypenname3000

GENRES: Fiction, BDSM, Discipline, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, First Time, Group Sex, Humiliation, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Spanking, Threesome, Toys, Virginity

When Clint’s younger half-sister Lee makes a big mess, he has no choice but to spank the brat. If she wants to act like a little girl, he’ll treat her like one.

Clint Elliston

Melody’s blonde hair danced about her shoulder as she looked around the grocery store parking lot. We were between the family’s SUV and a large, green pickup truck. I wiggled the grape-flavored Popsicle in my hand, a long, slender tube of purple ice wrapped in plastic. My cock throbbed hard in my pants again despite just cumming on my little sister’s face. Alicia stood beside Melody, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her brown hair in pigtails.

“Someone’s going to see,” Melody complained as her hands went to her jeans’ fastener. My nineteen-year-old half-sister, best friend, lover, and sex slave unsnapped her jeans. The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my pocket. I took them from all three inside the store while we shopped.

“Maybe,” I told her. “And that makes you wet.”

“You know it does, asshole,” Melody said, though there was a playful catch to her words. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the last few days. We had grown up together, best friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we were cousins, but it turned out our mothers, who were sisters, were my dad’s lovers. Melody and her sister Lee were actually my half-sisters.

And now that I was man of the house, I wanted to own them all.

“Do you like the shaved look, Sir?” my submissive mother asked, standing behind me as Melody wiggled her jeans off her hips.

“Do you, big brother?” Alicia asked, her eighteen-year-old voice so young and girlish. With her pigtails and pink, frilly dress, she looked even younger than she was.

“I do, Princess,” I told her. “I think you should have a bald cunt. That would make you such a good, little sister.”

She nodded her head.

Melody peeled her jeans down to her knees and held out her hand. “Okay, Clint. Let’s do this.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pair of gray panties I had confiscated from her. “You need these to trap the juices in.”

“You just want to see me strip naked in the parking lot,” she accused. “Maybe I should just pop off my tank top and let everyone see my entire body.”

“What do you think, Princess?” I asked Alicia while my dick ached.

“I think big sister wants that.”

“I do, too.” I ginned at Melody, loving the way she shuddered. Her nipples were so hard, poking at the material. She wore no bra and her round breasts molded to the fabric. With a shudder, she ripped it off and held it out to me.

I arched an eyebrow at the proffered top, her breasts jiggling as she shivered, her dusky nipples thick nubs. Such a mix of submission and impertinence.

“Please,” she said.

I took her tank top from her. “You’re welcome.”

“Asshole,” she muttered then turned around, pointing her butt, still red from her spanking, at me. I could smell her sweet musk as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her jeans down past her knees. Juices trickled down her thighs.

I shoved my hand between her thighs, rubbing at her hot flesh. She moaned, shuddering, frozen with her jeans on around her ankles. I pushed a finger inside her silky depths as I tore open the plastic tube of the Popsicle with my teeth.

“Mmm, you are so hot, Melody.”

“Because I’m naked and anyone can see me,” she moaned, her hips wiggling. She fucked back onto my fingers. “You know what this does to me, don’t you?”

“Of course. You love it. You want me to parade you around naked. Maybe wearing a collar and a dog tag reading, ‘Clint’s #1 Bitch.’ I bet you would love that.”

Her pussy clenched on my fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. Footsteps crunched on the asphalt A car door opened nearby. She shuddered. “Oh, yes, I would. Make me walk around school that way. Let everyone know I’m yours, Clint.”

Hearing her say that was intoxicating. I ripped my fingers from her pussy and pushed out the Popsicle from its sheath. I brought it to her pussy and shoved the frozen treat into the depths of her snatch. Her long, low moan made my dick throb.


Melody Samuels

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, long and low as the cold Popsicle slid into my pussy. It wasn’t thick, but I felt it. My pussy clenched about it. The chill almost hurt. I shivered, goose-pimples racing across my skin as it worked deeper and deeper into me. And bottomed out.

Then Clint broke off the end and dropped my panties on the ground. “Better hurry before it all melts in that molten cunt.”

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling the juices already trickling down my thighs. “Going to ruin my favorite panties.”

“You bought them for my pleasure,” Clint told me, his hand squeezing my ass. The flaring pain reminded me of his spanking. That he owned me. That I would let him ruin all my panties.

“Yes,” I moaned, quickly stepping out of my jeans and yanking up my panties.

My breasts jiggled as I straightened up. Behind Alicia, a guy walked by looking at his phone. He passed the gap between the two vehicles, and I heard his footsteps pause. I froze, wondering if he would come back, realizing he had just seen a topless, nineteen-year-old girl out of the corner of his eye. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on the melting Popsicle, my panties growing soaked.

I shivered again, waiting.

“You want him to see you,” Alicia whispered, staring up at me in awed shock. She pushed up her glasses.

“I do, Cupcake,” I whispered back. I trembled, waiting. But then the man kept walking. I could hear everyone sigh. Was Clint disappointed? I know I was.

I pulled up my jeans, fastening and zipping, my shivers growing worse. My poor pussy grew numb from the cold. It was…something I had to endure, for Clint. And that made it even more wonderful. Special. I was putting up with this freezing shaft shoved into my cunt for him. Submitting.

It made me want to frig my clit.

I snagged my tank top from him, pulling it on. I turned around, glancing at my half-brother. He had such a grin on his handsome face. Behind him, my busty Aunt Cheryl flashed me a supportive smile, her eyes full of maternal pride.

Clint pulled out a second Popsicle, red. He held it and a pair of pink, frilly, girlish panties. Alicia let out a startled yelp. “Me? But, but… It’s so cold.”

“You want to be a good, little sister, right?” Clint asked her, his voice stern. “I can pull you over my lap and spank you for the entire parking lot to see and hear if you don’t.”

She shook her head, pigtails dancing. “No, big brother.”

“Then lift that skirt.” He ripped open the plastic.

I giggled, still shivering from the cold. “He chose cherry for you, Cupcake. I think Clint wants to relive enjoying your virgin delight.”

“Maybe, big sister,” Alicia said. She glanced at me, biting her lip. She had only just found out about our true relationship.

I took her hand, squeezing it, loving the way she smiled at me. I was Clint’s first sex slave, the one he loved the most, but Alicia was clearly coming in as a close second. I couldn’t blame him. She was so cute. So innocent. She just was made to be pampered and loved, her very mannerism begging such naughty acts to be performed on her body.

She lifted her skirt with her free hand, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her tight slit. She gasped, hazel eyes widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our little sister’s pussy. She squirmed her hips. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to step into. He pulled them up her slim legs slowly while Alicia’s teeth chattered, a red bead of juice trickling down her pale, inner thigh, meeting her girlish panties.

“I’m so numb down there,” she moaned as Clint adjusted her panties about her hips and pussy. He leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on her pubic mound.

“I know,” I told her, squirming. My thighs pressed tight as more of the grape Popsicle melted in me. But it was still so cold. I shivered again.

Clint pulled out the third one, orange flavor, and grinned at his mother. She was already lifting her skirt. “Shove it in, Sir. Mommy needs her hot cunt cooled.”

She had no hesitation. No questions. She was wholly given over to being dominated by her son. It was what she needed. She didn’t need him to love her as anything more than a son loves his mother or a master cares for his slave. She didn’t need the true affection Clint gave me. And Alicia.

I wish I could react without any hesitation, to swallow all my fears and just give myself fully to Clint’s commands. I wanted to. I trusted him, but there was a tiny part of me that made me mouth off. If I kept it up, he would spank me again.

Did I want that?

“It’s so cold,” Alicia moaned. “Big brother, please, it’s numbing me.”

He lifted her chin. “And you’re naughty pussy is hot enough to take it, little sister. Trust your big brother.”

“Okay,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes. “I will.”

“Come on, Cupcake,” I told her. “We can suffer together while our brother’s dick stays rock hard. He’s a jerk that way.”

Clint laughed, and I gave him a light punch on the arm. That only made him smile more.

“Ladies, back seat. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to feast on when we get home.” He licked his lips. “I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch.”

“Yes, Mommy’s brewing up just the yummiest treat for her big boy.”

The drive home was excruciating. Even Aunt Cheryl squirmed, her face clenching at the cold, numbing mess in her pussy. And yet it was strangely exciting. My clit ached, and my nipples were so hard. And, slowly, the closer we got home, the more and more feeling returned to my pussy.

The more and more my pussy needed stimulation.

I squirmed and groaned, my hands rubbing at my jeans. A large, wet spot had soaked through my panties and the denim, spreading the cool liquid down my legs. Alicia bit her lip beside me, rocking back and forth.

And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grin on his face. We did this for him. Three women suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me hornier. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.

“Drive faster, Clint,” I moaned. “I need you to lick this out of me. Oh, god, so badly.”

“Because you need to cum? Or because you can’t stand the cold?”

“Both,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. The Popsicle was in pieces now, melting faster and faster. My pussy spasmed. “Oh, my god. Please, Clint.”

“Yes, big brother,” moaned Alicia, tears falling down her cheeks, making her look so cute. I put an arm around her. “I need to cum so badly. Oh, please, please. I don’t get it. The cold has me so hot. It almost burns.”

“You’re just happy to submit to him,” Aunt Cheryl moaned. “That’s what makes you hot. Your body needs this, Alicia. You need him to make you do things you would never do on your own. You need to make him happy. It brings you such joy.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck, Clint.” I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down. “Faster. Speed. Jesus, drive like you do when you play Grand Theft Auto.”

“Running over pedestrians on the sidewalk?” Clint asked. “Hitting every car in sight? That won’t get us there faster.”

My toes curled in my shoes. The last bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.

And then we were in the driveway. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. Aunt Chery’s bleached-blonde tresses brushed my natural blonde locks.

“Clint,” I moaned. “Don’t just watch us. Please, please, lick us. Eat your desserts.”

“Please. Mommy needs her big, strong son to eat her out first.”

“I need it, big brother.”

I tightened my arm on Alicia. “Look at her, Clint. She needs it badly.”

“So I should eat her cunt out first?” Clint asked, staring at our little sister with hungry eyes.

“Yes!” I trembled, squirming more, ripping off my seatbelt.

“You choose, Sir.” Aunt Cheryl squeezed her large breasts stretching out her conservative dress.

Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console with athletic ease. There was enough room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her skirt. Her pink panties were a red mess, the juices soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her waistband. More juices coated her thighs with smears of red. The scent of artificial cherry and fresh pussy filled my nose.

“Damn, that looks good,” Clint groaned. “What do you say, Princess?”

“P-please eat the cherry delight I made for you, big brother,” she moaned, her back arching. “Please.”

Clint yanked down her panties. The juices matted her brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her tight pussy lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.

His tongue probed into her pussy, diving deep. He swirled it around, his fingers spreading her open. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.

“Big brother,” she moaned, her head tossing, glasses slipping on her face.

My pussy clenched in sympathy I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to have my pussy licked out. I bit my lips, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fists as Alicia gasped and shuddered.

She humped her pussy against his face. Her hands found her nipples through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her orgasm. I couldn’t believe how fast it was coming on her.

“Big brother,” she screamed out, her thighs clamped about his head.

“Cum on his mouth, cupcake,” I moaned, biting my lip.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, sweetie,” Aunt Cheryl groaned.

“Thanks, Mommy,” howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed. “Big brother! Yes! I love you! Thank you!” She slumped in her seat, gasping for breath, her face flushed.

“That was hot,” I groaned. “Cupcake, you were so sexy.”

“Uh-huh,” Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia’s face as he leaned up and planted a hot kiss on her lips. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed, her body trembling. She got almost as much pleasure from the kiss as the pussy licking.

And then Clint released her and glanced at me. “Let’s see what grape delight tastes like.”

“Yes,” I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the seat and pushed jeans and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his knees before me. “Eat me. I need it. God, this was so fucking hot. I’m numb and aching to cum.”

Clint yanked my jeans and panties down to my ankles and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I didn’t care. I clenched my numb sheath, trying to hold in his treat as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.

And then he licked.

His tongue caressed my shaved vulva. It was so hot against my cold flesh, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my cold folds, gathering the grape-infused pussy juices. He groaned while I shuddered.

“Clint,” I moaned as he licked again. And again.

My numb flesh came alive beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the seat as his tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy, caressing my frozen fresh, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his mouth. I could hear him swallow.

“Yes, yes, enjoy your dessert,” I moaned, humping into his face. My clit throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me.

My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more pleasure than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jolts made my body thrash. My head tossed back and forth, Alicia and Aunt Cheryl smiling at me.

“Cum on his face, big sister.” Alicia snuggled closer, lips stained red from Clint’s kiss.

“I will, Cupcake,” I moaned. Her hand touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint’s tongue reamed into the depths of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and gasp. I fucked my cunt against his tongue, the pressure building in my depths. Every stroke of his tongue made me shudder. “Oh, yes, I will.”

“Do it,” Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my breast through my tank top. She pinched my nipple. “Cum.”

I bucked and shuddered. This was so wonderful. I couldn’t wait until Zoey, my mom, and even bratty Lee were all Clint’s. An orgy of the family, all serving the man of the house, loving him and each other, doing all the nasty things he wanted us to do.

Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my body to everyone, all the guys staring at my flesh with lust, wishing they owned me. My cheeks red with the humiliation as all the girls whispered, “Slut.”

My thighs clamped about Clint’s mouth. I came.

My aching pussy spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my cunt into Clint’s hungry mouth. He drank the flood of sweet pussy cream and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my mind. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. This treat. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.

His dark eyes looked up at me from between my thighs. I felt the commanding love. I stared back at him and moaned, “Yours!”

It was the most loving thing I could say to him.

Clint rose as my body shuddered, the ripples of pleasure growing softer, lapping at my mind instead of crashing into it. He cupped my cheek and leaned in. “I love you, slut.”

“Love you, asshole,” I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The world faded around me in that moment as my brother, master, and boyfriend loved me. His tongue danced with mine. I savored the grape flavor of my pussy.

And then he broke the kiss, his forehead resting on mine. “I’m going to spank you tonight for being such a smart mouth.”

“Good,” I moaned. “Don’t let me get away with it. Then you really would be an asshole.”

He kissed me one more time and then slid down to his mother.


Clint Elliston

“What have you got for me, Mommy-slut?” I asked as I pushed up her skirt. Her panties were soaked orange. The tart, citrus aroma mixed with her spicy cunt. I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. Cherry and grape were wonderful. I hoped orange was just as good.

“Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,” she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties’ waistband. “Just for her big, strong son.”

I loved hearing her say those words. My mother was my slut. She would do anything I told her.

“Pull them down so I can feast.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mom’s trimmed, black bush—her true hair color, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of orange slush. Her thick pussy lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the tart flavor. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her tart passion.

I sealed my mouth on her pussy, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused cunt cream. It poured into my mouth. I gulped it down, my hands seizing her ass, gripping it. Her large breasts jiggled in her dress.

My mom was a MILF.

My cock ached so hard in my jeans. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my women. But I was strong. I was in control. I would give my women the pleasure they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them happy when I took charge. It was a gift they gave me.

And one I couldn’t abuse by being a selfish asshole. If I made them happy, they would make me happy. It was a two-way exchange.

“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 two years my mom’s junior, 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.


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