I blinked at her. Today…she looked like Zoey. Not as busty, but dressed to show off her body. To please my brother. My cheeks warmed as she stepped in, glancing at her round breasts molded by her tank top. I bet Clint loved her breasts.
I didn’t have any. Not really. Just little A cup bumps. Puberty, it seemed, was skipping me. All the other women in the family had tits, even Lee, and I was left with a slim body with hardly any curves. No wonder Clint loved Melody and hadn’t even noticed me.
She inhaled, and her smile grew. “Doesn’t smell like nothing in here?”
My cheeks burned hotter. It was a little…musty in here. My eyes flicked to my teddy bear and the obvious wet patch dampening the fur of his crotch. I wanted to melt into the floor as Melody moved to my bed, hopped on it, and grabbed my teddy bear. It was as tall as her when she sat down. Dad had won it for me at a carnival when I was ten.
“I heard girls masturbate this way,” Melody said. “Humping against plushies.”
“Melody,” I groaned, closing the door. I knew we were alone in the house, but still, I didn’t need anyone hearing about what I did in here just in case.
“What’s it like humping against a stuffed animal?” Melody asked. “I just use my fingers and sometimes a pencil.”
“Nice, I guess,” I said, standing stiffly. Melody leaned back into my teddy bear like he was the back of a chair. It almost looked like the toy embrace her, his stout arms about her waist.
“Do you pretend it’s Clint?”
My eyes widened. “Of course not. He’s my brother.”
“And he’s so sexy, right?” Melody said, patting the bed beside her. “Come on, Cupcake, don’t just stand in the middle of your room. Sit down. Let’s talk. Girls do that, you know?”
“I know,” I said. “I just…didn’t think you would… I mean, you’re such a tomboy.”
“But I’m still a girl.” She smiled. “Clint knows that, too.”
I bit my lip, moving to the bed.
“It’s okay if you masturbate to Clint, Cupcake. I think it’s hot.”
“You…do?” I swallowed and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at her.
“Come on, lean back against your wall of stuffed animals.” Melody glanced at them all. “Uncle Clinton bought you most of these, right?”
I nodded. I moved back into them, feeling them against me.
“Did you ever masturbate to your dad?”
Her hazel eyes bored into mine. I swallowed, feeling so naked despite being clothed. I folded my hands over my lap, my pussy still so hot and itchy. I wanted to get back to masturbating. And now she was making me think of Dad. Clint was Dad but younger.
I nodded my head once.
“It hit you hard, his death,” Melody said, putting her arm around me, pulling me closer to her. I smelled something musty around her. Similar to my own pussy’s scent. But there was something else, something salty and yet almost like bleach.
Was it Clint? Did they have sex recently?
“I miss him,” I admitted, my heart hammering. She turned her head, her blonde hair brushing my light-brown pigtail. Melody was the only blonde in the family. Mom’s hair color came out of a bottle. Dad liked her that way.
Does Clint also like blondes? Should I bleach my hair?
“Clint’s missed you,” she said. “You spend all your time in here. Alone. Closeted up.” She smiled. “Masturbating.”
“I don’t spend all my time masturbating,” I protested.
She grabbed my kindle lying on the foot of my bed. “Right. You do it all the time to all those naughty romances you read with that subscription program. I bet some of them are hot. Your pussy must be wet so often.”
How did she know?
“I like to masturbate, too,” Melody purred. “Every girl does. I know, sex is supposed to be bad, but it’s not. It’s so much fun in all of its forms.”
“You like having sex with Clint?”
“I love it,” Melody breathed. “He’s my man, Alicia. I would do anything for him.”
“Anything?” I gasped.
“I would let him fuck my ass.” She leaned in. “In fact, he did that this morning. I’m still sore from it, but I came so hard.”
“Wow,” I breathed. Some of the romances I read, especially the naughty ones, had anal in them. “I’ve…stuck my finger…back there.”
“You naughty thing,” Melody laughed.
“What else would you do for him?” I bit my lip.
“I’d share him,” she said, her head leaning closer to mine. “If he wanted another girl, I would let her into his bed. I would love her with him.”
My heart thudded faster and faster. “You wouldn’t be…jealous?”
“It makes me happy serving him. It’s how I show him my love. And he shows it back by telling me to do things.” Her hand brushed my cheek, fingers so soft. She lifted my head, her lips lowering. “I would love to bring a girl to him. Someone beautiful and sexy and aching for her first time with a sexy man.”
This couldn’t be happening. I stood frozen as her lips moved closer and closer to mine. Was she talking about bringing me to Clint? Sharing him with me? Flat-chested, short, scrawny, glasses-wearing me?
I breathed in, smelling that musk. That scent of sex. Her and Clint mixed together. And then her lips touched mine.
A girl’s lips. They were so soft on mine. I trembled as her lips slowly worked against mine, kissing me, making me shiver in excitement. Tingles raced through my body. Her lips kissed me a little harder, a little bolder, almost begging me to kiss her back.
My lips moved. I shuddered. I was kissing my cousin. A girl. I was kissing a girl. This was so much. I couldn’t believe this was happening. She really wanted to share me with my brother, her boyfriend.
My pussy clenched again. I struggled to breathe as we kissed. All these wonderful sensations rushed through my head. They made me dizzy. They made me shudder and shake. My hand reached out, grasping her arm, holding on to her for support.
Melody broke the kiss. “Mmm, you are so sweet, Cupcake.”
I blinked, dazed, not sure what I should say.
And then she kissed me again. My eyes closed. Wonderful heat rushed through me. Tingles of delight. I wanted Clint so bad, and if she wanted to share him with me, then I would kiss her. I would let her do anything to me.
I didn’t fight her as she pressed me down on the bed, our kiss growing hotter. Her tongue brushed my lips. I knew what she wanted. I parted them. And now we were French kissing. I trembled, savoring her hot tongue in my mouth, brushing mine. This was so amazing. Some of my romances had lesbian sex in them, and those scenes had always made me tingle.
But I never knew I would actually do anything with a girl. I was straight. I had to be. I wanted Clint so badly.
I moaned as her hand found the hem of my shirt. She pushed it up, her fingers caressing my skin. Downstairs, the door opened. I could hear two people enter the house. Footsteps thudded up the stairs, heavy.
Clint’s?
Was he coming to my room.
Melody’s hand pushed up my top to expose my small, left breast. Her hand cupped the little mound, her thumb rubbing across my nipple. My small nub ached. I groaned, kissing her harder as my ears strained at the sounds in the house.
Clint reached the second floor and walked down the hall. He was coming. He was coming to make love to me. My pussy clenched. I moaned into the kiss, savoring Melody’s thumb massaging my nipple, my eyes locking on my door, hoping. I left the door unlocked. He could walk in.
But Clint passed by my door. He headed up the attic stairs to his room.
Melody rolled my nipple. She broke my kiss, smiling down at me, her blonde hair brushing my cheek. “Mmm, you are getting good at kissing, sweet Cupcake.” She looked down. “And that is the cutest nipple.”
“Thanks,” I breathed. I heard a TV come on upstairs. Clint was watching TV or about to play video games. Maybe he didn’t know about Melody bringing me to him. Maybe I would be a surprise.
Melody pulled out her phone from her pocket. “I need a pic,” she smiled, snapping a picture of me. Her fingers played with her phone for a moment. “Mmm, I want to show Clint.”
“Yes,” I breathed, nodding my head.
Melody pushed her phone back into her pocket and leaned down, sucking on my nipple. I gasped, my body undulating as her mouth loved my nipple, her cheeks hollowing. Such delicious delight raced through my body. I squirmed and gasped, my eyes fluttering as footsteps walked up the stairs.
Was it Zoey or my mom? I didn’t care. I loved Melody’s mouth sucking on my nipple. I grit my teeth, not wanting to call out as the footsteps reached the second floor. A rush of excitement shot through me.
I always felt it when masturbating, hearing people walk back and forth down the hallway, oblivious that I was in my room humping my teddy bear or rubbing my pussy. No one bothered me. The family ignored me.
“Melody,” I moaned. “That’s so—”
My bedroom door opened. Mom walked in. “Alicia, I was wondering if you wanted to… What the hell!”
Melody’s head popped up from my breast. “Aunt Cheryl!”
Mom stood in the hallway, her blonde hair framing a livid face. My body went rigid. “What are you two filthy girls doing? You’re cousins! And you’re…doing disgusting things together.”
“But…” Melody started to protest.
“No buts, Melody.” Mom’s eyes fell on me. I cringed. “And you, Alicia… I thought you were a good girl, not some sex-mad fiend fucking her cousin.”
“Mom,” I tried to say, flinching at her language. So coarse.
“Don’t Mom me, young lady. Both of you are in so much trouble.” She planted her hands on her fist. “If your father was alive, he would tan both your backsides. So I guess Clint has to do it. He’s the man of the house now.”
“Clint,” I squeaked.
“Aunt Cheryl, I’m older than Clint. He can’t spank me.”
“Move your butts, young ladies,” Mom hissed, her face thunderous. “Now! I won’t take any more backtalk. We’re marching up to Clint’s bedroom, and he will spank you both.”
Tears burned in my eyes as Melody rolled off of me. I stood up, trembling.
“Pull your shirt down, Alicia,” Mom snapped. “I can’t believe it. My daughter and her cousin. Fooling around.”
I covered my left breast and stumbled after Melody, my stomach twisting. We both walked with our heads bowed.
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Clint Elliston
I smiled as I heard Mom’s shouts coming from downstairs. She was playing her part perfectly. My dick ached as I played Call of Duty. But it was hard to concentrate on the game as I heard Mom lead Melody and my little sister through the house to the attic stairs.
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