Incestuous Harem – Chapter 3A: Sister’s Anal Advice

Incest story: Incestuous Harem – Chapter 3A: Sister’s Anal Advice

by mypenname3000

GENRES: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Female solo, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Voyeurism

Melody Samuels

My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Clint, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Cheryl. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night.

I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Cheryl’s side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they had shared. I was so thrilled I could witness this moment, my heart thudding in my chest, my wet pussy humping against my aunt’s thigh. Everything had changed last night.

For a year, my nineteen-year-old cousin Clint and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I was a month older then him and a tomboy. We played as kids—soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games—and were best friends. That didn’t change through Junior High and into High School. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.

And then Clint’s subconscious gave him that final boost of confidence to go all the way with me. He had a dream of his dead dad, my sexy Uncle Clinton, telling my cousin he had to put both our families back in order by fucking us all. Me first, since we were in so much love. He popped my cherry last night. And then we learned the shocking news—his mom and my mom were lovers. They were sisters and lovers.

Our family was so hot.

“Oh, yes, Mommy needed that,” moaned Aunt Cheryl as she pulled her son down for a hot kiss. My cousin’s hot, muscular body draped over her busty frame, her tits crushed to his chest. She was a sexy MILF, her hair dyed blonde, not natural like my dirty-gold curls, and in great shape.

And she was so lonely since Uncle Clinton died six months ago. But I could tell being taken hard by her son was exactly what she needed.

“Oh, that was so hot, Aunt Cheryl,” I moaned, licking my lips as they kissed.

Clint broke the kiss, his dark eyes falling on mine. I shuddered, understanding in an instant what he wanted. What I had promised to do last night. I licked my lips and nodded my head. I would do anything for my cousin. I was a submissive, like Aunt Cheryl appeared to be.

Only I was Clint’s top submissive. His girl.

“Oh, no,” Mommy moaned as Clint pulled out of her pussy and rolled off her body, his dick half-hard and coated in her pussy cream. It rested on his stomach as he stretched out on his back. “I liked you in me.”

Clint shrugged. “Melody has a task to do.”

A task. I shuddered at those words, my pussy clenching. I moved, my round breasts jiggling. They were so small compared to Aunt Cheryl’s. But they were firm, and Clint loved them even if they weren’t as big as my aunt’s, my mom’s, or Zoey’s, Clint’s twenty-year-old sister. But at least my tits were bigger than my bratty, little sister Lee.

I moved between my aunt’s legs, nervous and excited all at the same time to have my first true lesbian experience. Yes, I had kissed Aunt Cheryl and sucked on her nipple while Clint fucked her hard. But licking her pussy, devouring Clint’s cum out of her snatch, would be a true girl-on-girl experience.

And I was eager for it because Clint wanted it.

His eyes were hungry. “Eat the creampie I made in my mom.”

“Oh, you are a naughty boy,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. “Mommy raised a big, strong, naughty boy.”

“You did,” I said. Then, as a joke, added, “He’s into watersports.”

Clint’s face tightened while Aunt Cheryl actually smiled. “Like to show your dominance over your women, huh, Sir? Humiliate them. Dirty them because you can. Because they will let you. Because they need to please you in any way possible.”

I blinked as I lowered my face to her pussy. Was Aunt Cheryl into watersports?

“I don’t want to pee on her,” Clint scowled. “Melody’s got the fetish. She had to watch me pee this morning. Made her wet just thinking I might piss on her.”

“That he might make me,” I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn’t want to be peed on, but I would submit for Clint. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.

It was so sexy.

I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Clint’s cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Cheryl smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn’t tight and virginal like I was.

All those times fucking Uncle Clinton’s cock had opened her up.

“Lick her,” growled Clint. “I love creampie porn.”

I shuddered, loving to learn that fact about Clint. I wanted to know all the secrets he had kept from me, all the times he had dodged when I pried at his porn-watching habits. And now he was opening up, letting me know what pleased him.

I licked boldly at Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. My tongue licked through her hot folds, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. I gathered Clint’s salty cum and the wonderful, spicy juices of Aunt Cheryl’s pussy. She moaned and shuddered as my tongue licked up to her clit, pink and hard and throbbing as I lapped at it.

“Oh, yes, lick Aunty Cheryl’s pussy. Mmm, you are just a submissive slut for my son. Oh, yes, you’re my son’s slave.”

Slave! That was a wonderful word.

“My chief slave,” Clint added, twisting his mom’s nipple. Hard. She gasped, shuddering, humping against my voice. “Right, Mom?”

“Yes, yes,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. “Your slave. Mmm, just like your father. So sexy, Clint. My sexy boy. I raised a sexy man to master me.”

Her hand moved down his body as I licked again and again. I gathered the cum like I was licking an ice cream cone, but one had never tasted so good. So naughty I devoured the incestuous mix as I loved my aunt. My hands wrapped about her thighs, holding her as I licked and nuzzled, taking long drags.

“My cock is all wet,” groaned Clint as his mom reached his pubic hair. “You got me dirty, Mom. And you know the rules of the house.”

“Clean up your mess or face the belt,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. It was one of Uncle Clinton’s sayings. Since my dad, the sperm donor, ran out on my mom while she was pregnant with Lee, Uncle Clinton kept the discipline in my household, too. Lee and I had been been spanked by Uncle Clinton. Maybe that was why our families lived next door.

“That’s right,” groaned Clint as his mom brought his cock to her lips and licked at the half-hard shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices from him.

“Oh, that’s hot,” I groaned. “Lick his cock, slave. Please my man. I want you to make him hard again.”

“Yes, Miss,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. And she licked again, swirling her tongue around the crown of his dick as her hips humped against my lips.

My pussy was on fire as I licked and nuzzled at my aunt’s cunt. I probed my tongue into her silky sheath, savoring the heat and warmth as I quested for more of my cousin’s jizz. Aunt Cheryl’s lips sealed over Clint’s dick, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on her son’s cock.

Clint groaned, gripping his mom’s dyed-blonde hair as she swallowed all of his half-hard dick. Clint’s muscles rippled as he shuddered. I bet his dick was throbbing hard in his mom’s mouth, getting ready for round two.

Oh, this was so hot.

I sucked on my aunt’s clit, nipping, making her moan and gasp before I nuzzled back at her pussy lips. I probed a final time, searching for any more salty treat, but all of Clint’s cum was gone. I had licked it all up.

“That’s it, Mom,” groaned Clint. “You nasty slave. Mmm, you’re my Mommy-slave. You’ll do anything in the world I tell you. You’ll help me fuck your sister. And your daughters. Both of them. Alicia and Zoey. And you’ll help me discipline bratty Lee into acting like a proper eighteen-year-old.”

Aunt Cheryl moaned so loud about his dick. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against my face. Her pillowy tits jiggled. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while her juices flooded into my licking mouth. Spicy cream poured past my lips and coated my throat with their passion as I swallowed.

She came.

She backed hard, moaning louder and louder as she gobbled her son’s hardening cock. She bucked. The idea of her son fucking her daughter set her off. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I held on to her thighs, licking at her juices, savoring the hot delight of contributing to her orgasm while my pussy clenched and ached, needing to be satiated.

“Fuck,” Clint groaned. “You just came, you nasty slut.” He pinched her nipple. “You want me to fuck my sisters. You want me to pop Alicia’s eighteen-year-old cherry. To make my little sister howl on my dick. And you want to witness as I bend Zoey over the counter and teach her to respect me. To stop calling me squirt and realize I am the man of the house.”

“Your mom does want to help you, Clint,” I moaned, lifting my dripping face. “She squirted, Clint. That’s how hard she came.”

“Fuck,” Clint groaned, ripping his cock from his mom’s mouth. He was fully hard, his dick throbbing before me. “Mommy-slave, get Melody’s ass ready. I need to break in every one of my girl’s holes.”

My ass clenched. Anal? “Doesn’t that hurt?”

He stared at me. “And?”

“And I want you to fuck my ass, Clint,” I moaned despite my fears. He wanted this. So I would make a gift to him. I spun around, kneeling, pointing my ass at him. “Take me. I’m yours, Clint. I always have been. I’ve wanted to be your woman, your wife, since we were kids.”

Aunt Cheryl laughed. “And everyone knew that you had such a crush on your brother.”

I blinked. Clint and I said, “Brother?” at the same time.

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Clint Elliston

My dick throbbed hard as I wrenched my eyes from my submissive cousin’s tight ass, her shaved pussy glistening between her sleek thighs, to the tattoo on my mom’s left breast. Over her heart. It was a triangle with three letters inside it. The letter C at the top point while a second letter C and a V were at the lower two corners.