Incestuous Harem – Chapter 6B: Disciplining My Bratty Sis

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

by mypenname3000

I chewed on my sandwich as Clint headed outside to get more groceries while my cousin, aunt, and sister put away what had already been brought in. They kept looking at me, Melody with an eager smile on her lips, Alicia’s doe eyes wide behind her glasses like she was shock I wasn’t following his orders, and Aunt Cheryl with a mysterious smile. It was like she knew something that I didn’t.

I knew Clint. He didn’t have the balls to follow through on his threats.

He walked in with the next load. I gave him a big grin and took the last bite of my sandwich. His eyes were hard, commanding. A shiver ran through me. When had he gotten such a spine? I could almost believe that he could spank me.

Which was ridiculous. He was only a year older than me.

On his next trip, I was sucking my fingers clean of a few drops of mustard. I gave him another smirking smile. He wouldn’t do anything. I squirmed on the stool, eager for him to finish bringing in the groceries.

“One more trip,” he told me.

“Good,” I nodded. “Got to get all the groceries in. Don’t want them to go bad.”

“I’m going to enjoy spanking your ass, Lee.”

“Aunt Cheryl won’t let you, Lint,” I said and stuck out my tongue at him.

“I will,” she said, pulling cans of soup out of a bag and sticking them in the cupboard. “And if you keep calling him Lint, he’ll really spank you.”

I blinked at that. I frowned, looking at Melody. She had such a huge grin on her face. And she was dressed so strange. Like a normal girl instead of her tomboy garb. Tight clothing instead of baggy. And she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. I breathed in and…

“Does it smell like Kool-Aid?” I blinked.

“Oh, we ate some Popsicles in the car,” Melody said, turning to me.

I blinked, the entire crotch of her jeans was dark. “Did you piss yourself?”

“Clint just made me very wet.”

Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

“He’s good at that,” Aunt Cheryl said, a husky tone to her voice.

What was going on? None of them were acting normal. I mean, I know my sister was wet for Clint, but she and the idiot tried to hide it from the family instead of flaunting it. They thought they were being sneaky when they made out. I had watched them a few times, rubbing my crotch. Clint was hot without a shirt on. Even if he was an uptight jerk. But what was up with Alicia and Aunt Cheryl?

Melody sucked at her fingers like she was cleaning something off them, her eyes staring at Alicia. She blushed and pushed up her glasses. What was Alicia even doing out of her room socializing with the family? She was such a nerd, always reading her dumb books. And Aunt Cheryl… She clearly knew about Melody and Clint and…approved?

“What is going on?” I demanded. “Why are you three acting so strange?”

“Clint’s finally become the man of the house,” Aunt Cheryl said with a smile that could only be described as…horny.

Clint walked in with the last two sacks of groceries, set them down on the counter, and fixed his eyes on me. “I see you didn’t clean up your mess.”

“Nope,” I said, hopping off the stool. “Have fun cleaning it up for me, Lint.” He wouldn’t spank me.

I sauntered past my sister and Alicia, walking to the end of the island. I fixed Clint with a big grin as I went to walk past him. He wouldn’t spank me. He couldn’t.

And then his hand grabbed my hair and yanked. I gasped at the sharp pain in my scalp, stumbling back into him. He forced me to look up at him, his eyes so strong, so commanding. “Lee, I am tried of you being a brat. It’s time you understood that you are a part of this family, and you will respect the others in it. No more will we clean up your messes or do your chores.”

“Make me,” I said, defiance surging through me. “You don’t—”

He yanked on my hair. I gasped, stumbling after him as he marched me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I spluttered and kicked at him, my hands scratching at his wrists. I spit like a furious cat.

“Let me go, dick! Aunt Cheryl! Help! Clint’s picking on me!”

“You brought this on yourself, dear,” Aunt Cheryl purred. “And don’t pretend you don’t want this. That you haven’t been pushing Clint to see if he would bend you over his knee and spank you. I know how much you liked it when my husband would do it.”

I gasped, shuddering. How could she know? I didn’t understand why my pussy got so hot and wet whenever Uncle Clinton spanked me. It started a few years back. It didn’t matter if it was bare bottom, through my panties, or my jeans, my pussy grew hot from behind forced over his knee, my cheeks burning with humiliation for being treated like a little girl, and then the sharp pain which warmed my ass and bled to my cunt.

And as Clint dragged me to the couch, everyone watching, that warm itch began in my pussy. This was even more humiliating than Uncle Clinton punishing me. At least he had spanked me since I was a little girl. But this was my cousin Clint.

He was only a year older than me.

“Please, Clint,” I gasped. “I’ll clean it up. I will. You don’t have to do this.” My hips squirmed. My pussy grew wetter as I begged.

“Nope,” Clint said. “You need to understand your place.”

“Yep,” Melody nodded, marching right behind us. “Spank her ass hard, Clint. She needs discipline.”

“Oh, you bitch,” I hissed at my sister.

“Hey,” Clint snarled, anger crossing his face for the first time. “You don’t talk to your sister like that. You respect her and love her. Like you respect and love the rest of your family. But if you want to be a brat, we’ll treat you like one.”

He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, black bush adorning my pudenda.

My cheeks went crimson. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Then he sat down and yanked me over his lap like I was a little girl. My cheeks burned with shame. “Stop this, Clint,” I said, bucking on his lap. “I’m not a child.”

“Then why do you act like one?” His left hand pinned my back down across his lap while his right stroked my naked ass.

My virgin pussy clenched at his touched. A wave of shameful heat shot through me. My body liked his touch. Melody sat beside him and pulled my legs over her lap. Her hand stroked my thigh up to my ass, rubbing at my other cheek.

What was going on here? My pussy clenched again. I felt hot juices leak out. I squirmed, so aware that they could see my pussy between my thighs. I kicked and bucked, grinding on his lap, my stomach rising and falling and…

Clint was hard.

My cousin had a throbbing erection. He squeezed my butt-cheeks, and I moaned. He was hard…for me. He wanted to spank me. What was going on? He was molesting me, and Aunt Cheryl wasn’t do anything to stop it.

She was watching, standing next to Alicia, their eyes both on me.

“Spank her naughty ass,” Aunt Cheryl moaned, her voice so husky. “Do it. Show her how strong you are.”

Alicia nodded her head, her voice a low whisper, “Yes, big brother.”

“Spank her ass,” hissed Melody, her hand squeezing my other cheek. They were all in on this.

“Just get this over with,” I hissed, my stomach twisting with humiliation. They all wanted to see me treated like a little girl. I wanted to melt into a puddle of shame. My pussy was growing so wet.

“First, Melody gets to spank you five times for calling her a bitch,” Clint said, pinching my ass and making me squirm, my pussy growing hotter. “Then I will spank you ten times for making a mess. You will count them out and thank us for each one.”

“What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning. Now my sister would spank me? My older, bitch of a sister?

“Oh, thank you,” cooed Melody, pressing closer to Clint. The way she said it, the way she cuddled with him, made my eyes widened.

“You’re fucking him!” I accused.

“Yep,” she said and slammed her hand down hard on my ass.

I gasped, bucking as the pain and humiliation shot through me. My sister just spanked my ass on Clint’s command. My thighs squeezed tight, my clit aching. The smack reverberated through the living room. Alicia bit her lip. Aunt Cheryl let out a moan.

A moan. What the fuck?

“You’re supposed to say something, Lee,” Melody said, not hiding the glee in her voice.

“No!”

Spank!

Crack!

Spank!

Smack!

Slap!

They came fast, hard, her hand smacking over and over on my ass as I bucked and moaned, the heat burning across my flesh. I felt five of them. Which made six in total. I glared at her over my shoulder, my butt-cheeks on fire, my pussy dripping juices.

“Clint said five. That was six.” I swallowed the bitch I wanted to add.

“You didn’t count,” she grinned. “So they didn’t count.”

Smack!

“Oh, god,” I shuddered, the heat flaring through my ass. I clenched my burning butt-cheeks, shuddering. “Please, don’t make me say this, Clint.”

“It’s part of your punishment,” he growled, my squirming body rubbing on his hard cock. He felt so big beneath his jeans. Uncle Clinton was never hard when he spanked me. I never excited him.

But I excited Clint.

“Fine,” I huffed. “One, thank you, Melody.” I put all my derision into saying the words.

Smack!

I yelped in pain again, both my butt-cheeks burning. Alicia let out a whimpering moan, her body shifting, her cheeks red. Everyone stared at my ass, watching my sister spank me. This was so degrading. Why did that make my pussy even wetter?

“Two,” I moaned, hating the words, my pussy clenching. “Thank you, Melody.” God, it sucked saying those words.

Crack!

“Damn, not so hard,” I moaned, tears burning my eyes.

“It’s your punishment,” she cooed. “And what do you say?”

“Three, thank you, Melody.” Tears trickled down my cheeks. Juices leaked out of my pussy. Why was I so turned on?

Crack!

“Four, thank you, Melody.

Smack!

“Five, thank you, Melody,” I said, breathing out relief. I wanted to bury my face into the my hands and hide from everyone’s watching eyes.

“You’re welcome, Lee,” she said, stroking my ass. “Now what do you say?”

“I…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Why did I spank you?” Her hand squeezed my aching ass.