by Reed James
I shook my head.
“You're a stripper?” Incredulity burned in his voice. And something else. Something...possessive.
“It was my idea,” Stefani said. “We both like being cockteases, so...” She shut up when Clint stared at her. She blushed, lowering her gaze and then wiggled out of her skirt and thong.
“So you're a stripper,” Clint growled, marching forward and snagging the Blizzards out of my hands. He set them on the coffee table. “Then strip.”
“Clint... I'm sorry—”
“I told you to strip.” His voice boomed with authority. It wasn't anger I heard in his voice, but disappointment. I flushed worse and then yanked off my loose bra, exposing the lacy bra I wore beneath. I reached behind me, unhooking it, my large tits spilling out. They were almost as big as Mom's.
He watched in silence, his cock thrusting hard before him as I stripped. I didn't feel sexy like I did at the club. I didn't wiggle my hips and strut and move with languorous grace. I felt ashamed, naked, exposed. I wanted to cover my tits the moment they were bare. I wanted to melt into the floor, to vanish beneath his gaze.
“I—”
I clamped my mouth shut, shivering at his commanding eyes. I pushed off my skirt, tights, and panties, standing naked before him. My eyes flicked down to the rope and wand massager, its thick, round head thrusting from the end of the long handle. It was a Hitachi. I knew they made the best “personal massagers.” I thought about buying one a few times.
It must be Mom's. But why was it here?
Clint grabbed the coil of ropes. “You know, Dad taught me a lot about knots and how to secure things. I never realized just what he was training me for.”
I swallowed.
“When I discovered rope bondage on the internet, I thought about all those knots I had learned from Dad. But I still didn't make the connection of what he wanted to teach me, how he was grooming me.” He formed a loop at the end, tying a slip knot to allow him to cinch it tight.
I shivered.
“But he was getting me ready to have my own harem of sisters. And sometimes, your women need to be punished. Need to be bound, restrained.”
“Punished?” I gasped, anger surging through my shame. “I am not one of the sex slaves, little brother. Remember. You told me I didn't have to be.”
“I know,” Clint said. “And you're not. But you need to be punished. When you've done something wrong, you have to pay the price. This is it.”
“You're going to tie me up and, what, spank me?” I huffed, folding my arms beneath my breasts.
“I'm not going to spank you.” He snapped the rope. “But I am going to tie you up.”
“No fucking way. I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I'm a stripper. I'll quit, if that's what you want. But you're not punishing me.”
“Fine.” he said. “There's the door.”
He pointed at the front door. My jaw dropped. “You'll kick me out of my own home?”
“My home. We had this conversation yesterday, remember? My home. My rules. You want to be a part of this, then you have to follow them. You lied to me, Zoey. Accept your punishment or you can move in with Stefani tonight.”
“Clint,” I gasped, taking a step forward. “Please, Clint. I am sorry.”
“Prove it.” He held up the rope. “Prove you really want to belong to our family.”
I bit my lip, trembling. Tears burned my eyes. I didn't want to be punished, but... I loved my family. I loved my little brother. I loved being a part of his harem. The shivers grew worse. Tears fell down my cheeks.
“Well?” he asked, his voice dropping. I could hear...pain in it. He didn't want to kick me out. But... He had to be strong. He had to be in charge. And I did lie to the family. Dad would have bent me over his lap and spanked me for that.
And now Clint was the man of the house. I had to respect that. I made a choice yesterday. Dad always said, “If you decide to do something, stick through it. Don't give up because it's hard whether that's your job or your relationship, Zoey.”
I nodded my head.
“Say it.”
“Little brother, will you please punish me?” My cheeks burned. God, that was humiliating to say. How did Lee get off on this?
“Good.”
He moved with confidence. You would have thought he had tied up a lot of girls before. He started at my ankle, pulling the loop tight about it. He bound my ankles tight together before wrapping the ropes about my calves. He paused before he got to my thighs, grabbed the Hitachi wand massager, and shoved the round head against my pussy, the body trapped by my thighs.
My eyes widened. “What?”
He bound my thighs tight together, the rope fibers biting into my flesh. It was irritating. I squirmed, my pussy lips rubbing on the massager's head. These things could really hum. They had to be plugged into the wall. This one's long cord ran to the nearby outlet.
He grinned at me as he drew the rope up to my waist. He anchored it there with a tight cinch that dug into my flesh before making a pattern of crossing diamonds across my stomach. He climbed to my large breasts. Those he bound, squeezing the base, forcing them to bulge outward. My tits throbbed.
“Clint,” I groaned, my tits feeling swollen.
He smacked a nipple. “Punishment.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“Oh, my god, this is shibari,” moaned Stefani. “Japanese rope bondage. I've seen this on the internet. Hot!”
My cheeks burned worse as my girlfriend watched with such lust on her eyes, her thighs spread wide, flashing her shaved pussy, her fingers stroking the petals of her dandelion tattoo. Then I gasped as Clint yanked my hands behind my back, bound them to my torso. I groaned, wiggling, bent over. He pushed me down, my face into the carpet, raising up my ass.
“There,” he said, pulling the final length of rope. I was cocooned by it, trapped, none of my limbs able to move, my thighs pressed about the body of the massager. He reached between my legs. “No cumming, Zoey, until I let you.”
“What?” I gasped.
And then he turned on the wand massager.
Pleasure exploded across my pussy. It hummed and throbbed, buzzing against my pussy lips and clit. The vibrations shivered through me, churning my pussy to molten passion in the blink of an eye. My back arched. I groaned in pure delight, my orgasm building so fast, so swift as I writhed, unable to do more than wiggle my body.
And I couldn't cum.
“Clint,” I groaned, my pussy assaulted by the vibrations. Shivers rippled through my body. I tingled, my toes curling. “Oh, my god, Clint.”
“Zoey,” he grinned, moving to the couch. He seized Stefani, pulling her onto the floor. She didn't resist. He pushed her down right before me, her legs spread wide. “Mmm, you're wet, Stefani.”
“This is so hot,” she groaned.
“Dandi,” I gasped.
“Sorry, Yunie.” Then she shivered as Clint mounted her. “Oh, you're going to fuck me now?”
“You want to date my sister, right?” Clint asked, rubbing his cock up and down her shaved pussy.
“I do.” She gave a wicked giggle. “And if I have to fuck you to do it, well, that makes this even hotter.” She grabbed his ass and pulled him down into her pussy.
He grunted as he penetrated her. The first real cock to ever fuck my girlfriend's pussy. Oh, she had plenty of dildos, vibrators, ben wa balls, and fingers in her pussy. But never a dick. She gasped, wrapping her thighs about his waist as his balls swung and smacked into her taint over and over.
I had a front row seat to the penetration. Stefani's pussy lips were wrapped tight about my little brother's cock, his balls thwacking over and over into her body. His muscular, gorgeous ass pumping away. I could smell her tangy juices. They leaked out, dribbling down to her ass as she gasped and moaned, humping into him.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Clint!” she moaned. “Oh, wow. You have a huge cock. I knew you would be such a stud! Fuck, yes! I wish I had a sexy little brother to fuc
k!”
“Guess I'll have to do,” Clint growled ,thrusting harder, pounding her with such intensity.
It was torture. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking the vibrating head of the massager. It churned me. It made me quiver and gasp. I grit my teeth, the orgasm building, swelling, growing in my depths. A huge explosion aching to burst through me.
“No,” I groaned, fighting against it as I stared at my little brother's thick cock reaming my girlfriend's pussy. I could hear the wet sound of him sliding into her depths, the way she moaned, gasped.
“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Stefani. “Oh, Yunie, your little brother is awesome.”
“And your girlfriend is tight, Zoey,” grunted Clint. “Fuck, what a great cunt.”
“It's a fantastic cunt,” I moaned, squirming, so happy for my girlfriend that she could experience my little brother's cock. “Oh, my god, Clint, I want to cum already.”
“Better not,” he warned, slamming his cock into my girlfriend.
“Shit,” I groaned, my cheek rubbing on the carpet as I squirmed.
My clit throbbed and my pussy lips ached. The vibration shivered through me. I squirmed more and more. It was secured tight against my pussy. There was no relief. No escape. Nothing I could do could get my pussy from it.
I wanted the torture to end. I wanted to surrender to my orgasm. But I fought it off. I would stay in this family. I would make it up to Clint for lying. I wouldn't cum no matter how much I desired that explosion of bliss.
Oh, god, I would explode.
No, no, don't think about that.
“Shit,” gasped Stefani. “Oh, your cock. I'm going to cum so hard on it. I bet you want that, stud.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Cum all over my dick. Let me feel that pussy massage it. I'm going to flood you with so much cum.”
“Gonna breed me like you're breeding your sisters?”
Another shiver ran through me as Clint grunted, “Yes!”
This was too much. How could I fight this? I had to. I had to keep from cumming. I clenched my jaws, moaning as my teeth ground. My nipples ached. My breasts throbbed, the bindings biting in so deep. I gasped and squirmed, my back arching, my arms fighting the bonds. My fingers twitched, wanting to undo the knots and free myself.
Stefani squealed. I knew that sound. She was cumming on my little brother's cock. Her juices flooded out around his shaft. He grunted, driving into her depths. His balls thwacked so hard into her. He grunted.
Came.
His back arched as he flooded her with blast after blast of his jizz. He spurted into her. He basted her pussy. She gasped, milking him. He drove into her, his butt clenching. My pussy begged for relief, my labia numb with ecstasy. My clit ached, throbbed.
I had to cum.
“Please, Clint,” I groaned. “Oh, my god, I'm going to cum.”
“Better not,” he warned, groaning as he pulled his dick out of Stefani's pussy.
Cum leaked out. His cum. It dribbled down to her ass.
Clint rose and seized my brassy hair. With ease, he dragged me forward and shoved my face into my girlfriend's pussy. Stefani, still quivering from her orgasm, gasped as I plunged my tongue into her folds, licking my little brother's cum out of her snatch.
Oh, my god, it was amazing. Awesome.
“Shit!” I gasped, my orgasm almost bursting through me. I held on, concentrating as hard as I could on not exploding. On not cumming so hard on the vibrator.
I. Would. Not. Cum.
Clint seized my ass. His wet cock rubbed against my butt-cheeks. He parted them. My eyes widened. I groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock on my asshole. I lifted my head from Stefani's pussy.
“Please,” I groaned. “You have to let me cum. This is torture.”
“No, it's punishment.”
Clint thrust his pussy-soaked cock into my asshole. I gasped, the burning pleasure shooting down to my cunt. I planted my face into Stefani's pussy, screaming out my frustration as my orgasm begged to explode. The humming attacked my snatch as his cock pounded my ass.
I clenched down on his thrusting cock, increasing the friction burning in my bowels, and sobbed, “Please, Clint. I need to cum. I don't want to disobey you. I don't want to leave the family. I love you all. But... I'm at my limits. I can't... Oh, please, Clint. Please, little brother, I want to stay!”
He thrust his dick deep into my bowels, his balls smacking my taint. “That's what I wanted to hear. Cum!”
“I love you, little brother!” I howled as I exploded.
My pussy erupted with pleasure. The explosion, held back for so long, detonated with such power. Rapture slammed through my body. It crashed through my mind. I moaned into my girlfriend's pussy as ecstasy tossed my mind around.
My bowels spasmed on Clint's thrusting dick. Juices squirted out of my pussy around the vibrator. I groaned. Gasped. I trembled. My pussy kept cumming. The humming vibrator did not relent. And neither did my little brother's dick.
He pounded my asshole. He churned me up as the rapture kept bursting inside of me. I screamed into Stefani's pussy. My vision fuzzed. So much pleasure shot through me. Clint's dick pounded me so hard. He slammed so deep into my burning asshole.
It was all so perfect. So wonderful. He had forgiven me for being a liar. For deceiving him. And he made me realize just how much I wanted to be in this family. How much I loved him and my sisters, my mom, my aunt, and my girlfriend. I didn't want to lose this. I wanted to share this with Stefani. I wanted her to have this same joy with me.
To be a part of my little brother's harem.
Clint's cum flooded my asshole as the pleasure burned my thoughts away. I was a quivering mass of rapture. My bowels milked his cock. The ecstasy surged me higher and higher and slammed me right into darkness.
I ached when my eyes fluttered open. My pussy felt numb, still tingling like the vibrator still hummed against it. Cum leaked out of my sore asshole. I shivered, soft hands stroking my head. I lay on Stefani's lap. She smiled down on me.
“You were out for thirty minutes, Yunie,” she grinned. “Oh, my god, you exploded.”
“Yes, you did, big sister,” cheered Alicia.
“We all watched on the camera,” Melody nodded. “Had ourselves a wild, lezzie orgy upstairs.”
“So you're a stripper,” Lee said. “That is sooooo cool.”
“Explains where all her money is coming from,” Mom said. “I didn't even question how you could give me five hundred a week and still could buy a car. Even a used one.”
I blushed. “I have even more money. I...I held back, not sure how to admit I was making at least a thousand a night.”
“She made three thousand on Saturday,” giggled Stefani. “Those big tits! She always makes just a little more than me.”
“Damn,” Clint said, his arm around an Asian woman who must be Pam's mother. She was naked, too. I guess she was a part of the harem. His other arm was around a naked Pam. “You're forgiven, Zoey.”
“Thank you,” I breathed. “I love you all so much.”
They swarmed me, hugged me, loved me. I was so lucky to be part of my little brother's harem.
To be continued...
Punishing the Bratty Sister
Incestuous Harem 17
by
Reed James
Punishing the Bratty Sister
Vicky Samuels
“Okay, I want your worksheets filled out by tomorrow,” I said to my World History class, staring out at the students.
There were smatterings of groans that made me smile while the more driven students, who cared about their grades, nodded brightly. I tried not to linger on any one face of my students as they gathered their supplies into their backpacks, particularly one.
It was so hard not to stare at Master as I taught. I just wanted to proclaim to the class, on my knees, that Clint was my master. That I was his Aunt Slut. I would do anything for him. That my “illness” yesterday wasn't caused by any stomach cramps, but by mas
sive orgasms churned by the vibrator in my pussy controlled by his hands.
“Professor Samuels,” Clint said, his baritone so strong, so manly and commanding. It reminded me of how dominating he had been with Zoey last night as she was punished. The entire harem, watching from the master bedroom via a carefully situated webcam, had all shivered as he took Zoey by the scruff of her neck and made her fully embrace the family.
God, just thinking about it made me wet.
“Yes, Clint?” I asked, walking to him, not fast to give notice, but without any hesitation. “Is there a question you need help with?”
“There is,” he said, a hint of his smile on his lips. The other students were filing out. “I—”
“Hey, Clint,” Tom Ruston said, stepping up to my nephew's desk and blocking me from reaching it. “Man, hear you're dating Pam Hiragawa.”
“Yeah,” Clint said, allowing only a hint of annoyance to creep into his voice. My nephew was a tall, handsome young man, dark hair and eyes, chiseled chin. Not that Tom Ruston was bad looking, even with his sandy-blond hair that was a shade too long for my taste in men.
“Congrats, man,” Tom said. “What a pull. Wish I had a girl that hot.”
Clint shrugged. “Just go up to the girl you like, be confident, and ask her out. Women love a confident man.”
“Shit, really? I just get so tongued-tied. There's this one girl and...” He trailed off then looked behind him. “Oh, Professor Samuels, didn't see you. Did you...?”
“I need to talk to her about a project,” Clint said.
“Oh, shi...shoot, sorry, man.” Tom flashed me a smile. “Cool, I'll get going.”
“Later,” Clint nodded, watching Tom leave. The door closed behind him.
“You're not hanging out with your friends any longer, Master,” I said.
Clint shrugged. “I have a girlfriend now. Everyone knows when that happens...”
“The boy gets pussy-whipped.” I let out a giggle then stopped it at Clint's look. “Sorry, Master. I didn't mean to imply that you could ever be whipped by us pussies. Not when you have that cock.” I wiggled my hips, my pussy on fire.
