Incestuous Harem Collection 3

by Reed James

“Yes, Professor Samuels.” she shivered. “But... Where can I blow him at school? We'll get caught.”

  “My classroom,” I told her. “Before my first class. It'll be open for you to use. You'll blow my nephew right where I'm kneeling.”

  Mmm, I was such a cool aunt.

  * * *

  Cheryl Elliston

  I hummed happily as I cooked wearing nothing but an apron. It had been so long since I had done that. Zoey had been just a toddler and Clint a bun in my oven. Once the kids came, my sex life with my husband and sister had to go beneath their notice. All our kinky fun was outside the house or in our soundproof bedrooms—Clinton made both mine and my sister Vicky's next door that way.

  He was such a handy man.

  I paused before the mixing bowl full of the breading for the chicken, made from scratch, and fought back the tears. Sometimes, it felt like Clinton just died instead of six months ago. He was my man. My son may be my new master, but he would never own my heart the way Clinton had. For twenty years he loved and dominated my sister and me.

  Twenty wonderful years.

  I took a deep breath, calming myself. My hand shook. I really wanted a drink. But Clint forbade me from buying any wine. There was none in the house. The shiver shook me more. I grit my teeth and went back to mixing the breading.

  Cooking was soothing. I used to do it almost every night for two decades. I would come home from my job as a paralegal for Elisabet Reenbug, a tax attorney, and start dinner. Clinton loved home-cooked meals. I made enough for Vicky and her children, too.

  And now I cooked for Clint.

  He was watching me from the dining room, sitting at the head of the table, having a great view of my naked ass as I flounced through the kitchen. He, Melody, Alicia, and Lee were all in there working on their homework, cooling off after our morning and afternoon of nasty sex. I could still feel Lee's mouth licking Clint's cum out of me while the fresh flavor of Alicia's pussy lingered on my lips.

  I licked my eighteen-year-old daughter's cunt, and I loved it.

  The front door opened. I tensed for a moment. It shouldn't be Zoey. My eldest daughter was working at Dairy Queen tonight. If she found me wearing only an apron, that would be awkward. She wasn't ready to be apart of the harem.

  Yet.

  I had to have a mother-daughter conversation with her, ease her into it. She wasn't as submissive as the other women of the family, and she still saw Clint not as a man, but as her annoying, younger brother. A kid.

  A Squirt.

  Instead, it was my sister, Vicky, who walked into the house back from her day coaching debate. I could just see her in the entrance way pulling off her coat and hanging it on the rack. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She flashed me a naughty smile. I grinned back. She was eager to have a new Master, to serve Clint with me and her daughters and nieces.

  We looked a lot alike, though I was taller and bustier than my little sister, though not by much. Her breasts were large and round, so fun to play with. Her hair was the same shade of black as mine—when I didn't have it bleached blonde. Her breasts came out. We had matching tattoos over our hearts, a triangle with three letters tattooed at the corners. C at the top, then a C and a V at the bottom corners.

  Clinton, Cheryl, Vicky.

  Her breasts bounced as she worked out of her skirt and panties, rushing to strip for her master. Unlike me, she was shaved save for a triangle on her pudenda pointing down at her pussy. Clinton wanted me blonde and her shaved. Even after he died, we kept grooming ourselves to his standards. In fact, I needed to bleach my hair again, my roots were too dark.

  Naked, she fell on her hands and knees and crawled into the kitchen, ignoring the discomfort of first hardwood floors and then linoleum. I smiled at my sister as she passed me, staring at her ass and shaved pussy.

  She glistened.

  A chair scraped. Clint stood up from his place at the head of the table. He was tall, strong, filling out to his father's powerful build. Clinton had educated our son, rearing him to be the master of his sisters. My husband never touched his daughters, not even when nineteen-year-old Zoey tried to seduce him. He wanted them all for his son. So he made sure Clint knew how to act, how to handle his women, how to take care of them. I doubt Clint ever realized his father's true goal.

  “You would be so proud of him,” I whispered as Clint seized my sister's hair.

  “What do you think you're doing, Aunt Vicky?” Clint asked, hauling her head up. She knelt before him, her spine so supple.

  “I'm here to be your slave, Sir,” she answered. “To do any nasty, filthy, naughty thing you want. Degrade me. Fuck me. Use me, Sir!”

  “Mom,” Lee groaned. Then she slipped out of her robes, her slim, athletic body appearing. The eighteen-year-old had small breasts and a black bush between her tan legs. Her short hair gave her a pixyish bob, fitting her bratty personality. “Me, too. I'm his slave, too, Mom. He uses me! He pissed on me.”

  “Lee,” Clint growled. “Did I tell you to strip naked and interrupt your mother's submission to me?”

  “No, Sir,” Lee said, though there was heat in her voice, a wiggle to her hips. Her red and bruised ass rested on her heels. She had to feel the pain as she squirmed. She was excited to be punished.

  Would Clint understand how he had to actually punish her? Vicky was the same way when she was eighteen, purposefully being a brat so Clinton would spank her.

  “Then shut your filthy mouth, skank,” Clint snarled. “And get back to doing your homework. Naked. I want you to really feel that hard chair pressing on your spanked ass.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Lee squeaked and dashed back to her chair, sitting down hard, groaning out her pain, and pleasure.

  Clint would have to learn the same lesson as his father.

  My son turned back to my sister. “And why do I want another filthy cunt in my harem?”

  “Because, sir, you love having filthy cunts to abuse. And I just know the thought of mother and daughter submitting to you, being degraded by you, being treated like the filthiest trash makes you so hard, Sir.”

  Clint smiled and stroked her hair. “You're mine, slut.”

  She shivered.

  “Now go help my mom cook dinner. We have our schoolwork to get down.”

  “You do have that History report do on Monday,” Vicky said. She taught Clint's World History class. “And Melody, you better read the chapter on the French-Indian War. There's a test on Monday on it.”

  “Yes, Mom,” Melody said, her voice icy. “And you need to learn, Mommy-slut, that I am Clint's Queen.”

  “And I'm his Princess,” Alicia butted in.

  “So remember,” Melody continued, “outside of History class, I own your ass.”

  Vicky shuddered at her daughter's words. “Yes, Madam.”

  Clint smiled as he sat down, his back straight, proud like the rooster in the hen house. He patted Melody's hand before he went back to his homework. Vicky rose with naked grace, a huge smile on her lips as she darted into the kitchen to join me.

  Her arms went around me, and she kissed me, my tits, barely covered by my apron, pressed into her naked breasts. She squeezed my ass. It was so wonderful not having to hide my love for my sister, our tongues dancing.

  My eyes widened. I tasted pussy on her lips.

  I broke the kiss, whispering, “Who's cunt is that?”

  “Pam Hiragawa's.”

  I smiled. Clint had mentioned her a few times. He had the hots for her. She was Asian, and Clint was so much like his father. “Grooming her?”

  “I'm going to be such a cool aunt.” Vicky giggled wickedly. “Clint's going to get a treat Monday morning.”

  “Good. My big, strong son deserves all the treats he gets.” I shivered, such motherly pride bursting in my chest. I had raised such a strong boy.

  * * *

  Clint Elliston

  Dinner was delicious. Home-cooked and fulfilling. After a day of fucking, I was famished. Breaded chicken, fresh rolls, a sa
lad with Mom's Italian dressing recipe. I was feeling great. I grinned as Mom and Aunt Vicky, both naked, bustled the dishes to the kitchen, their large breasts bouncing, their bodies brushing each other, exchanging naughty gropes and stolen kisses, the pair so happy to serve a man again.

  “Look at them,” Melody said, slipping onto my lap. Alicia had her Kindle out, reading it while Lee was bent over the table, taking a nap on her folded arms, clearly full. She ate more than I did. I admired her, her naked back a supple arch. My dick throbbed beneath my half-sister's ass as Melody wiggled, her blonde curls brushing my shoulder.

  She smelled delicious.

  “They both look so happy. It's been months, Clint, months since there's been really happiness in the house. Since we felt like a family.”

  I grinned. “Even Alicia is here, reading at the table like she would instead of vanishing into her room.”

  My little sister smiled and kept reading, tapping the screen to turn the page.

  Melody wiggled on my lap again. My dick ached. I glanced at the kitchen, watching my two sex slaves take care of all the mess. We couldn't start movie night until it was clean—messes needed to taken care of right away, not allowed to fester. Taking care of a home was more important than pleasure.

  Dad's words echoed in my head.

  “You like staring at our moms' asses, don't you?” Melody whispered.

  “I do,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

  “Clint, would you do something for me?” Melody nuzzled into my neck. My submissive queen licked up to my ear. “Would you fuck me so my mom can lick out your cum.”

  “You are such a perv,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

  She squealed as I lifted her in my arms and set her on the table with a loud thud. The tablecloth was already gone, and she lay on the bare table, polished dark brown. Lee lifted her head, blinking blurry eyes as I ripped open the blue robe Melody wore, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples thick and dusky. I drank in her body, following the curve of her hips to her pelvis bone, tracing that to her landing strip of gold leading to her juicy pussy.

  “Say it,” I grinned, grasping her breasts, leaning over her, my dick thrusting against my robe. It wanted to burst free. “Say what you are.”

  “A perv,” Melody moaned, squirming, a huge grin on her face. “Your perv, Clint.”

  I licked her nipple, swirling around the nub, making her squirm. I loved the texture. My hands kneaded her breasts as the table creaked. She wiggled and thrashed, cooing out her delight. To my left, Lee whispered something to Alicia. They both stared at us, Alicia so innocent with her cute glasses and brown hair gathered in pigtails, Lee so energetic with her huge grin and quivering tits. Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

  “What?” Melody asked as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I loved it. She groaned, squealing as I covered every inch of her nub. She shuddered.

  “You are a perv,” Alicia grinned. “My big sister is a perv.”

  “So is your big brother, Cupcake.”

  I nipped her nipple. I was. Such a perv. I was so hot to watch my aunt lick my cum out of her daughter's snatch. My dick throbbed as I sucked and nibbled on Melody's nub. She squirmed, her legs rubbing on my sides. Her foot moved, reaching down, searching for the tie of my robe. She played with it, trying to undo it as she moaned.

  I switched to her other breast, sucking even harder on this nipple. That really made her buck and moan. Her body shuddered. Oh, she was such a naughty slut. I licked at her dusky nub and then nipped it hard, stretching out her nipple.

  “Clint,” she moaned, squirming. “Oh, yes, Clint.”

  Lee's hand shot out and pinched Melody's other nipple. Then the brat leaned over and sucked on it, the crown of her head brushing mine. Melody shivered, her foot trying harder, though in vain, to undo the loose knot of my robe.

  “Oh, yes, Lee, suck on my nipple, you naughty slut. Make me feel so good while my man fucks me! Put that mouth to good use. Mmm, you just live to please us. Clint, me, Alicia. That's it.”

  I popped my lips off Melody's nipple. “That's right, Lee. You make your sister feel good while I fuck her brains out.”

  “Do it, big brother,” Alicia giggled, sounding so girlish, so much younger than her eighteen years. She was so precious.

  “I will, Princess. My queen's a perv in need of a big, hard cock.”

  “So badly,” moaned Melody while Lee sucked loud and noisily on her nipple.

  I rose, ripping open my robe. From the kitchen, Aunt Vicky watched with hungry eyes. “Fuck my daughter, Sir,” she moaned. “I want to lick her clean. Oh, yes. Make me lick my baby girl clean of all your spunk.”

  “Mommy's so proud of her big, strong son.”

  “Keep doing the dishes, sluts,” I growled, bringing my dick to Melody's pussy. I loved this. I loved all these women in my own ways. Melody and Alicia were my girls as well as my subs. Lee and Vicky were my trashy slaves, to be used because it made them happy. I would degrade them and show them my love. And my mom... I would dominate her, control her, and make her so proud of me.

  Just hearing her words made my dick hard. Seeing her smile, knowing I gave her joy again, made me feel like a man.

  “Fuck,” I growled and slammed my cock into my queen, the woman I loved first.

  Alicia took my hand, watching with eager eyes as my dick buried into Melody's cunt. I gripped Alicia's hand, holding it like she was my little girl and not just my little sister. My dick ached as I buried into Melody's depths. Lee sucked harder, her lips popping off Melody's nipple over and over, making her cunt clench on my dick.

  I drew back, savoring the thrill of being surrounded by my harem. I drove my dick in again, burning into her sopping wet depths. She groaned, thighs tightening about my hips. She wiggled, undulated, the table creaking beneath her.

  “Yes, yes, yes, that's how you fuck your sister, Clint,” Melody moaned “Oh, you are the best, Clint!”

  “You are, big brother,” Alicia moaned, squeezing my hand. Her other was buried beneath her lap, her hazel eyes growing glossy.

  “Just a stud, Sir,” moaned Lee before she attacked Melody's other nipple.

  She gasped, moaning as her little sister sucked hard on her nipple, her pussy clenching so tight about my thrusting dick. The friction was incredible. Pleasure flowed through me as I pounded my half-sister's cunt. I reamed my dick into her over and over, burying into her tight depths, my balls smacking into her taint. The table rocked from the force of my thrusts. She groaned, wiggling, shaking those hips, gasping out her joy.

  Her pussy was so hot. So wet. So juicy. I shivered, reaming deeper and deeper into her cunt. I slammed into her depths. I groaned with each one, grunting out my pleasure. I squeezed my little sister's hand.

  “How does she feel, big brother?”

  “So good, Princess,” I panted. “Oh, yes. She feels so good.”

  “Cum in her, big brother. She needs it. She's a naughty perv. She wants her mommy to lick all your yummy cream out of her cunny.”

  “Just like you do, Cupcake,” groaned Melody. “Your innocent face doesn't hide how much of a perv you are, too.”

  I grinned while Alicia only shivered, her arm moving faster, rubbing her pussy harder. She leaned back in her chair, quivering, soft moans escaping her lips, propelling me to fuck Melody harder and harder.

  Lee sucked back and forth between Melody's tits, leaving each one shiny and hard. Her sucking pops echoed over the clatter of dishes being washed in the kitchen. Her every suck made Melody shiver, her head tossing back and forth.

  “That's it, you fucking brat,” Melody hissed. Her hand suddenly shot between Lee's thighs. “And you're dripping wet. Of course you are, you nasty degenerate. You always have a hot cunt.”

  Lee squealed, shuddering, grinding as I heard Melody's fingers slam into wet cunt, making that nasty squelch. Lee sucked harder, her slim body quivering. Incestuous passion burned around me. My balls ached as I thrust faster and faster.

  Melo
dy came first. Her pussy spasmed about my dick, hungry for my cum. It spurted out of me in mighty blasts, basting her cunt. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy. The table quivered and rocked. My dick buried into her cunt, my back arched.

  “Cum in me!” Melody begged. “Please, Clint! Please! Shower me in your love.”

  “Do it, big brother,” Alicia gasped. Her small nose quivered, her glasses slipping. Her pigtails danced as she thrashed. She gripped my hand so tightly as she came. “Flood her. The perv needs it. Big sis is the biggest perv!”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Melody moaned.

  “You are,” I groaned, ramming into my half-sister's pussy. I stared into her hazel eyes. She bucked, the brat attached to her nipple, her fingers reaming Lee's cunt. “The biggest perv! It's why I love you!”

  “Yes!” Her pussy spasmed harder.

  My balls ached. My dick buried into her depths.

  My cum exploded out of me. I grunted, shuddering, spasming, my balls emptying over and over into my sister's cunt. Blast after blast of jizz flooding her fertile cunt. I had pumped so much jizz into all my women. I hoped they all would get pregnant and...

  Fuck, I would need to get a job. I would have to support my family. Zoey was right.

  “Yes,” I groaned as I buried into her. “I'll fucking take care of you all!”

  * * *

  Melody Samuels

  Lee's hand clamped over my pussy, holding in Clint's spunk, made me shiver. I lay on the table, hugging my knees to my breasts, making sure none escaped so my mom could lick me clean. It was so hot.

  I licked my fingers, savoring the brat's pussy juices. Lee grinned at me. I couldn't help grinning back. We had drifted so far apart as sisters, almost strangers to each other, and now our true selves were unmasked, our passions exposed. And we accepted each other. I felt genuine affection, even love, for the brat.

  And it was so much fun humiliating her. And soon I would get to do it to my mother. My mother.

  “Hurry up and clean,” I moaned.

  “They can't rush it,” Clint grinned. “They have to do it perfectly or they'll be punished.”

  Lee shuddered, a big smile crossing her lips. She liked being punished.