by Reed James
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 hung out. 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.
* * *
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. My little A cups didn't even need a bra.
I would never have real 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.”
I shook my head.
“Princess.”
His voice was so stern, so demanding. My big brother wanted me to sit up. So I sighed and did, my face wet with tears. I couldn't look at him.
He grabbed my glasses off my nightstand and placed them gently on my face. The world grew sharper. Then he lifted my chin, his dark eyes staring into mine. “Princess, you know I love you.”
“You love Melody!” The words screeched out of me. “You love her big boobs and her ass and her lips and...and....”
“I do, Princess.” His thumb stroked away a falling tear. “But that doesn't mean I don't love your petite body, your tiny tits, and your yummy pussy.”
I shook my head. “Yes, it does. You don't like me. Look at me.” I glanced down at the pink dress I wore. “Everything I own is so girly. And Melody... She's so grown up.”
“And I love that you're so girly.” He smiled. “Yo
u're my little sister, Princess. I want that. I like that. I like it when you hold my hand and call me big brother in that cute voice.”
I blushed, squirming at the heat in his eyes. “Big brother...”
“I love your petite body and girlish voice and your pigtails.” He seized one, twining it about his finger. “I love your pigtails. And I love you.”
“But... Melody. You love her.”
“I do. And... I think I'm falling in love with you, too, Princess.” He took the end of my pigtail and brushed my face with it.
I smiled at the ticklish end. “You are?”
“I love you both. Not the same. I could never love you both the same. You're two different persons. I love different things about you. But you're my princess, and she's my queen. You're both special to me.”
“And Mom? And Lee?” I swallowed. “What about Zoey and her big tits?”
“I'll never love Zoey,” he laughed. “I'll fuck her.” His grin grew horny. “I'm looking forward to fucking her cock-teasing ass. But I won't love her. Or Lee. Or Mom. Or Aunt Vicky. Not the way I love you and Melody.”
I sniffed, feeling suddenly so foolish.
“So you're okay with that?” he asked. “Me loving Melody and you?”
I nodded my head. “She's my big sister.” I leaned against him. “And you're my big brother.”
“Awww,” someone sighed.
I jumped. Melody leaned in the doorway watching us, a big smile on her lips. She had stripped out of her clothing, her shaved pussy glistening. I really needed to shave mine. All of it. I wouldn't have a landing strip like Melody, but completely bare. Then I would look even more girlish. I bet Clint would really like that.
Clint leaned in and kissed me as Melody moved into the room. I shuddered at the feel of his strong lips on mine. My eyes closed, feeling how much he loved me. How much I loved him. My heart beat so fast beneath my blouse.
The bedsprings creaked as Melody sank down beside us. She reached out, stroking my face. I broke the kiss with Clint, licking my lips, then leaned in and kissed my big sister on the lips. Her arm slipped around both of us, her lips hot and soft, so different from Clint.
I smiled when I broke the kiss. “Maybe...” I whispered. “Maybe, I love you, Melody. You're my big sis.”
“And I love you, Cupcake,” she smiled. The tip of her nose brushed mine. “Now, what do you say we all go piss on Lee? She's been such a brat.”
“Yes,” I said, nodding my head. She had been. When we were younger, we were close. But Lee, who was only a few months older than me, discovered sports while I found books. And then I was a nerd. Lee and her friends, especially Carmelita, liked to pick on me. They were such bullies. “It was so much fun watching you two spank her. And...” I squirmed, feeling my full bladder. “I want to pee all over her. She deserves it. She's so mean to me.”
“She is?” Clint frowned.
“Her and Carmelita bully me during PE.” Alicia swallowed. “We all have the same class.”
“I know that Latina bitch,” Melody hissed. “She's in my US History class.”
“Well,” Clint grinned. “Lee wants to be humiliated, let's give it to her.”
“That was beautiful,” Mom moaned. She, too, was naked and watching us, tears burning in her eyes. “Sir, you are a wonderful son.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Clint said, shifting his shoulders with embarrassment.
I couldn't help giggling with Melody at his discomfort. He was Mom's master, but that didn't change the fact that he was still her son, and all mothers seemed to have the ability to embarrass their children, even Clint.
* * *
Leann “Lee” Samuels
I trembled in the bathtub naked. The white surface—was it porcelain or some other material—was cold on my skin. Goose-pimples covered my arms and shaved legs. My pussy dripped with Clint's cum. I shoved my hands between my thighs, scooping the gunk and brought it to my lips.
What did it taste like?
I licked it. I tasted my tangy musk faintly, but the salty flavor was far stronger. I moaned, sucking on my fingers, loving the taste. I shuddered and shoved my fingers down again, rubbing at my wet pussy, gathering more of his cum to bring it to my greedy lips.
I was so wet. They were going to piss on me. My cheeks burned with shame almost as much as my ass throbbed with pain. He had spanked me so hard. He hadn't held back. I could tell I would have bruises. I would feel this pain, reminding me of the consequences of being a brat.
Part of me wanted to continue being a brat.
My heart beat faster. My small breasts jiggled as I shifted in the large tub. It was deep and wide, big enough for two or three adults to cuddle into. I wonder if my mom, Aunt Cheryl, and Uncle Clinton—no, he was my dad; I was still shocked to learn that—would slip in here and have long, hot baths. No wonder our two families lived side-by-side. Uncle Clinton—Dad—wanted to keep both his women close to him.
“Well, don't you just look eager,” Aunt Cheryl said as she walked in naked, her bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders, her huge tits jiggling. She had the biggest tits in the family, large and pillowy, with fat, dark-red nipples. Zoey and my mom's tits were a close second and third—I wasn't sure whose were bigger—then Melody, me, and Alicia.
That nerd had the tiniest tits. They were practically nonexistent.
“I am eager,” I said. I swallowed. “Is something wrong with me, Aunt Cheryl? I want this. Even though it makes me feel so humiliated, like I'm just a filthy, dirty, disgusting girl.”
“You are.”
Her words made me shudder.
“And you love it. You're wired to crave this. Your mother is, too. She's more of a pain and humiliation slut then I am. Your father used to cover her tits in clothespins then fuck her pussy and piss in her cunt when he was done, washing out his cum.”
“Wow,” I breathed “I had no idea Mom was so kinky.”
“Everyone is kinky in their own ways.” Aunt Cheryl unfolded the tripod I hadn't noticed in her hand, the legs extending the locking with loud clicks.
I blinked “Aunt Cheryl?”
“Oh, well, we're recording this. Clint wants all your friends to see. Especially Carmelita.”
My eyes widened. “What?” My pussy clenched. They would all know. It would be humiliating. Everyone would laugh at me, tease me. And Carmelita would be the worst. She was such a bully. My body shuddered. I shoved a hand between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy. “He wouldn't.”
She arched an eyebrow.
“He would. Oh, my god, he would.” My pussy clenched, and I rubbed harder at my hot flesh. “Holy shit.”
“You can walk out of the tub right now,” she said, attaching the digital camcorder. She opened the flip screen on the side. The red light flashed on. “If you don't want to do this, just leave. It's your choice.”
I stared at the camera, my jaw chattering. Everyone would know I was filthy. My cheeks burned with shame. I swallowed as Clint, Alicia, and Melody walked in naked, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was so thick.
“I'm ready,” I croaked, startled. All my friends would see this? Carmelita. She was a bitch. She was so cruel to anyone that crossed her. I stayed on her good side to avoid her bullying. I glanced at Alicia, her arms cross, her cute, girlish face fierce.
I swallowed. She hated how we bullied her in PE, making fun of her small tits. I really only did it because Carmelita did it. Alicia grinned and said, “I just drank a big glass of water.”
I nodded, shuddering.
“We're all ready, sir,” smiled Aunt Cheryl. “Camera's recording.”
“Good,” Clint growled and stepped forward. “Lee, you are a fucking brat. You deserve this. Open that fucking mouth wide, whore. You're a piss slut. A fucking dirty, filthy piece of shit.”
I shuddered, rubbing harder at my pussy at his words. I was so filthy. So disgusting. My pussy clenched beneath my fingers as I opened my mouth wide, my tongue sticking out. I wanted this. Oh, god
, I wanted this. The camera was pointed right at me. Everyone would see what a filthy thing I was.
Everyone.
I almost came.
Clint seized my short hair hard. He jerked my face towards his cock. Melody pressed up behind him, her arms reaching around his torso, and grabbed his dick. Her small hands wrapped about his girth. Her grinning face peered over his shoulder. She had to be standing on her tiptoes to do that.
“Oh, I love holding Clint's cock as he pisses,” Melody purred. “Every morning, slut, you'll drink his morning pee. That's what you are. His piss slut.”
“Yes,” Alicia hissed, her pigtails swaying as she nodded her head. Her nipples were hard thrusting from her little breasts. “Do it, big brother. Piss on her!”
“Yes,” Clint groaned.
He peed.
I tried not to flinch as the powerful, acrid stream of urine splashed into my open mouth. I groaned, the bitter liquid sloshing about my mouth. I swallowed it, my mouth closing to gulp his down. His piss splattered across my chin and cheeks. I felt it drip down to my throat, making me feel so dirty, so filthy.
The camera's red light blinked. Everyone would see this. Everyone would know I was a whore.
I rubbed harder at my pussy as Melody moved his cock around, splashing his piss across my face. I closed my eyes as the warm urine washed across my forehead, soaking the roots of my hair. It poured down my cheeks to my neck, then to my round breasts. Other streams poured down my back, reaching my spine, racing to my ass.
“That's it, you filthy slut,” groaned Clint, pleasure crossing his face as he released his bladder. “You're just my filthy cunt. My slave. I own you and can do anything to you.”
“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing so hard at my pussy, my fingers flying through my folds. Then I plunged my fingers into my cunt for the first time, my hole opened by his cock. “I am. Your cunt, Clint. Your slave!”
“That's right,” moaned Melody. “We'll brand you. We'll have you marked permanently A tramp stamp. Clint's Sex Slave.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as Melody pointed his cock at my mouth.
I opened wide, swallowing the last of his piss. The final spurts squirted out as I frigged my pussy so hard. His piss tasted so nasty. I swallowed it, my pussy clenching. I was such a filthy whore. A nasty girl. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt. My head snapped back.
