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.

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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.