Incestuous Harem – Chapter 7A: Bratty Sis Gets Soaked

“Mmm, you have nothing to be sorry about.” I put my phone in my skirt pocket and cupped her chin with my left. 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. She was a student. 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.”

“Mrs. 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.

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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 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 played together. 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.

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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. I still had a training bra.

I would never have 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.”

“No!”

“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.”

“No!”

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.

“One!”

I clapped my pillow around my ears.

“Two!”

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.

“…eeeeeee…”

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?

He moved to the bed and sat down beside me. He stroked my pigtail. “Okay, Alicia, sit up. Let’s talk.”