I moaned and groaned. The sounds issued from my throat. I had no control over them. I bucked, shuddered, hips undulating, meeting his thrusts as my pleasure peaked in me. My pussy clenched so hard on his dick.
And them my orgasm passed. “Clint,” I sighed. “Oh, Clint, that was wonderful.”
And he kept fucking me. He hadn’t cum yet. His balls, laden with his cum, smacked against me. He would cum in me. He would flood my pussy with his seed. I clenched my pussy down on him, shivering at the realization.
Clit was pounding me. Fucking me. He would spurt his cum in me. Into my fertile pussy.
“Yes, yes,” I found myself moaning. “Keep going, Clint.”
Melody broke the kiss, lowering her head, her hazel eyes staring into mine. “You want your big brother’s cum flooding your pussy, don’t you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want that. I want to feel like I’m his girl.”
“You are,” Clint groaned. “My submissive, little sister. Damn, Melody. I can’t last much longer.”
“Cum in her, Clint.” Melody licked her lips. “Cum in her. I want to lick her clean. I want to lick out every drop of your jizz.”
“Yes,” growled Clint, reaming me harder, the bed quaking. My pussy ached wonderfully from his vigor. “God, I love you, Melody”
“What about me?” My voice squeaked out of my tight throat, my pussy clenching just as hard on his dick.
Clint looked down at me. “I love you, too, Alicia. You’re my submissive, little sister. My slut.”
“Slut,” I moaned, the word so naughty and yet made me feel so… wonderful. My eyes widened. “Slut! Yes, yes, I’m your submissive, little sister-slut.”
An orgasm burst through my pussy, sudden and fast. My flesh convulsed about his cock. He slammed into me, groaning. His balls so heavy. His face contorted. He grunted my name, burying into me.
He came.
My eyes widened as the rapture bathed my mind. His cum spurted into my depths. I could feel it splashing inside of me, filling me. Incestuous seed. I gasped, my pleasure intensifying. My big brother could breed me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Clint!” I moaned as his bedroom door burst open. “I’m your slut! Cum in me!”
“Yes, cum in her, Sir,” moaned Mom from the doorway, naked, holding her phone in her hand.
I gasped in fright. “Mom!”
Clint groaned, thrusting the last time as I squirmed in fear beneath him, my pleasure evaporating. And then he kissed me. And I couldn’t fight him. Even with Mom there watching us. I was such a slut. His slut. I kept kissing him as she stared at us, his cum in my pussy. My brother’s cum.
And then I realized Mom was naked. And she wasn’t angry. What was going on?
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Vicky Samuels
“… and that is why the colonial forces of Belgium ultimately failed in their occupation of the Congo,” Pam Hiragawa said as she stood on the lectern, her debate cards clutched in her hands. They were blue index cards, her slim fingers holding on to them tightly. The girl spoke with a stilted cadence. Her facts were good, but she still was shy about speaking in public.
I squirmed in the seat of the hard, metal folding chair, watching as my debate team took on our rivals. All our practice the last four Saturdays, starting even before term began, was leading up to our first match of the season.
And my team was not ready. Why did I volunteer to lead my college’s debate club? It was more work on top of teaching History, and with no extra pay.
My phone buzzed inside my purse. I opened it up and pulled out my iPhone. My sister had sent me a text. I guess she woke up and crawled out of my bed. She drank so much wine last night, so I wasn’t shocked she was just waking up. I hated seeing her drowning in the cheap wine. I missed Clinton, too. God, did I miss my man, but we still had our family. Our children. But she didn’t seem to care about anything but drinking and crawling into my bed.
“Guess what I’m watching,” was my sister’s text, complete with a winky emoji.
“What?” I typed, my eyes flicking up to Pam.
She was a lovely girl, petite, her face round and skin a lovely shade of pale olive, not much darker than mine but tinged with something exotic. Her hair was pulled back into a French braid, a pair of pink barrettes above her ears. She was cute. Exactly the type of girl Clinton enjoyed.
Our man loved Asian women. It always made him so happy when Cheryl or I procured him a cutie, bringing a new friend, a coworker, or even one of my students into our bed for a night of shared passion.
It was something of a competition between my sister and I.
“I’m watching something naughty,” answered my sister. I could almost hear her naughty laugher, picturing her face, framed by her bleached-blonde hair, twisting into naughty mirth, her thighs squeezed together, pussy wet.
“Porn?”
“Of a sort. It’s live action.”
That had me blinking. I shifted. “Live action? Are you on a cam site paying some girl to strip off her clothes? What about the money?” It was all so tight now. Clinton’s life insurance was running out. It was a good thing Zoey started working. She promised to give some of her paycheck to us.
She must be doing good at Dairy Queen to afford her new car.
“No, no. This is even naughtier. It’s happening in my house.”
My eyes widened. My pussy clenched. “Clint and my daughter? Have they finally done it?”
A big thumbs up appeared. “Clint’s streaming it to my phone. Him. Melody. Alicia.”
“Holy shit!” I gasped aloud.
People glanced at me. Pam faltered on stage, her head snapping around to look at me. I winced and gave her a supportive nod. Clint and two of his sisters. Not that he knew Melody was actually his half-sister. And he was sleeping with both of them? Melody wasn’t shocking. The two had been inseparable since they could crawl. Only a month a part in age, my nineteen-year-old daughter and Clint had run around our houses and the neighborhood. It was clear they were in love. And since I routinely slept with my sister, who was I to judge?