Melody has a naughty choice to make: her brother or her pleasures!
Public Incestuous Passion
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Six: Sister's Naughty Choice
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this and to PAEUL for an idea used in this story.
Melody Samuels
What did I want?
My Darkest Day's Porn Star Dancing thudded through Flashing Glitter, the strip club. I was on stage, my hips swaying, my tartan, schoolgirl skirt dancing about my thighs. Men whooped and hollered around me. They showered me in attention. It was an exhibitionist wet dream come true. My pussy was on fire. My blood burned. It filled this emptiness my mistakes left inside of me, a temporary soothing to the pain wracking through my soul.
Clint, my brother and lover, watched me from by the door. He had come here after my disastrous moment of weakness and betrayal. I didn't intend to be kissed by Tim. Feeling ignored by Clint, I found a way to amuse myself with that virgin Becky. I was playing with her, getting off on doing wicked things to her at our college. It was a rush. I was helping her seduce her brother.
Only her brother wanted me. He kissed me while the entire school watched. For one moment, I melted into him. I kissed him back with such hunger. It was a half-second of betrayal while Clint watched. He was supposed to be the love of my life. I gave myself to my brother. He took my virginity and was the father of my daughter. My twenty-year-old body quivered for him.
How did this happen?
Because he ignored me.
Anger swelled through me. My arms lifted in the air, my body undulating the beat of the song. He was distracted by all those other women. Not my sisters, who were part of his harem, but other girls. Mrs. Umayyah and her whore-daughter, those Japanese twins, the lesbians we let stay in our house, other girls who thought he was so hot for having two girlfriends.
He didn't have time for me. His queen.
This perverse anger kept me moving as I stared at him. I wanted to see him jealous. I wanted him to see what he wasted. How he could have had me dancing only for him. Now every single guy in this strip club would get that delight. They would shower me in cash, showing how much they appreciated my body and...
Clint had come here. He had followed me here. He watched me and...
I stared at him across the club. Despite my anger, I couldn't look away from him. His eyes were locked on me. I felt this intense focus as he watched me, his arms folded across his chest. My half-brother face looked hard, forehead tight, and...
His chin was swollen. Bruised.
My dancing slowed. Did he... fight Tim? Over me? He did show up to watch my fun with Becky. I had let the entire student body know about the fun. Things were changing so fast at our college. Incest exploded through our school. People followed our example. It was amazing, allowed me to put Becky's cherry popping on display for the entire school to witness. Everyone had shown up.
Clint had shown up. He was eager to see me having fun. It was great until...
Tim kissed me.
Clint fought Tim. Clint cared. It must have angered him. He fought for me. I glanced around at the men around me. They held their dollar bills clutched in tight fists, calling out for me to take off my clothing. They wanted to see my body. They lusted for me. They wanted to fuck me. But... they didn't care for me. They wouldn't fight for me.
They wouldn't come here to this strip club only to witness me messing up again.
I could tell Clint was angry. He had every right to be furious at me. I was his queen. His first woman. And he still came. He still... wanted me. The men shouting at me, lusting after me, filled my pain, but it wouldn't last. The song would end. I would have to let another girl dance, slip backstage.
Feel empty...
I darted down the stage that thrust out into the crowd, a peninsula into a sea of hungry men. I jumped from the end of the stage, leaping over a guy. I landed on the ground, my ankles protesting. I shuddered and pressed forward.
An angry shout went up from the watching men. I darted through the crowd of guys sitting around round tables. They reached for me, trying to grab me, to stop me. I slipped past one guy, batting his hand away. My stomach tightened as I raced to my brother.
“Clint!” I screamed, my eyes swimming with tears. They brimmed with this pain.
I darted around a final guy, the DJ's voice booming through the club. Then my path was clear to Clint. I reached my brother in a few steps. I stopped before him. I bit my lip, my entire body shaking with emotion. I didn't know what to do now. What to say? Should I just fall to my knees and beg him to forgive me? Should I offer to suck his cock and show all these men whom I loved?
Clint seized my arm in a tight grip. His anger flicked across his face. A possessive gleam shone in his eyes. He pulled me towards the door. I didn't know what he would do to me. His fingers were iron about my limb. I didn't resist as he dragged me out through the door and outside.
We stepped into the night. It had grown dark while I was inside getting ready to dance. I shivered as Clint marched me across the parking lot. The thudding from the club faded. My heart pounded, blood screaming through my ears.
What would Clint do to me?
At the far end of the parking lot, where I left our car, I saw my mother's car parked. Pam, Alicia, and Lee were crowded around it. They watched us approach. I bit my lip. They must have come here straight from our college, tracking down my phone. It was how Zoey found me. My older sister was the reason I was on stage. She thought it was a good idea for me to see what I truly wanted.
I know now what I wanted, but would I get it?
“Where's my mom?” I asked, the first words I spoke to Clint.
“In the trunk,” Clint answered, his voice tight. “She's being punished.”
I swallowed. Punished? What had she done?
“Clint... I...” I swallowed. Now that I had said something, I needed to address this. “This... I just...”
“This is all my fault,” Clint said as we reached the car. “I—”
Alicia shrieked and darted up to me. My little sister's pigtails danced behind her. She stopped before me. Her hand flashed at me. It cracked against my cheek. Pain flared. My head snapped to the right.
“You're his queen, big sis!” Alicia hissed, her face going red. “You're supposed to be good! You're his queen!”
Tears brimmed in my eyes. My cheek burned as my shoulders shook. She was absolutely right. I was his queen, and I let him down. How could Clint even think this was his fault? I was the person that flirted with Tim, that kept calling him cutie. I thought it was a game, but he lusted after me. He took it seriously. I knew he desired me. I drank in his attention.
If Clint didn't see me kissing Tim, what would I have done? Would I have stopped?
Alicia shrieked again and raised her hand to slap me. As tears spilled down my cheeks, I didn't move to stop her. She deserved her anger. She looked up to me, and I let her down just as much as Clint. My actions threatened the entire harem.
Clint grabbed Alicia's shoulder. He pushed her, not hard, towards Pam. Our Japanese half-sister grabbed Alicia from behind as Clint said, “I'm dealing with it, Princess.”
Pam took a step back and drew Alicia with her.
My body shook as the tears fell thick down my cheeks. My lower lip quivered. My nostrils flared. I sniffed, struggling to control myself but... I had messed up so badly. Alicia hated me. Lee had her arms folded up as she stared at me.
Clint stepped before me. I swallowed, my throat burning, and looked up at him. I stared into his dark eyes. My stomach twisted. My breath quickened. I could see the pain in his eyes. I hurt him so badly.
“I... I...” I started to say.
“This is my fault,” Clint repeated. “I haven't paid enough attention to you. You are my queen, and I forgot that.”
My guilt only swelled. Now he was blaming himself? “That doesn’t excuse what I did. I... I...”
“No, it doesn't,” he said, his voice strong. “But I can't ignore how I've behaved. I allowed myself to get distracted by all these women. I was having fun and neglecting you. If I was doing my job as your lover, if I was giving you what you needed, then you wouldn't have had to play your game. We both fucked up. I have to own that.”
“I fucked up more,” I said. His candor... It made me feel like I had to tell him everything. “I led Tim on. I didn't mean to, but... It was so obvious now. I was practically throwing myself at him. I just... I thought I was a better person than I behaved. I'm your woman, and... if Tim hadn't kissed me before the entire school, what would I have done, Clint? I'm scared that I would have really betrayed you.”
“Do you believe that?” he asked.
“I'm afraid of that,” I answered. I glanced back at the club. “I like the attention. I like it when men stare at my body. I... I... don't know why.”
“You're a pervert!” Alicia hissed.
“You are,” Clint said. “So am I. So are you, Alicia.” He stared at me. “But you proved what you would have done. Here at the strip club. I gave you the choice to be an exhibitionist slut or not. You made it.”
I swallowed. “You sent Zoey to... to nudge me to strip. What if I had ignored you? What if I liked it more?”
“Then we would have known. I can't keep you if you're not willing. I can't force you to stay in the harem if it makes you miserable.” His jaw tightened. “Even if it would rip my heart out, I had to know.”
My guilt swelled. More pain. “I'm sorry, Clint. This is all so fucked up. I should have just... just told you I needed more attention. Instead, I acted like a child.”
Clint glanced at the club. “So you made a choice. You left the stage and chose my attention over others. So it's time to get it.”
“What?”
“Strip.”
His word cracked at me. It was spoke calmly, not shouted, and yet I felt it wash over me. The sort of command he would give Lee.
“Strip right now, Melody. It's time for your punishment.”
I shivered. I had never been punished. I wasn't one of his sex slaves. But... I had to be. I didn't have to let things go this far. I didn't have to flirt with Tim. I didn't have to put myself in a situation where Tim thought he could kiss me. Clint had a bruise on his chin because of me. He had to fight for me.
My fingers pulled the knot of my blouse tied off beneath my breasts. I slipped it off, baring my round, plump breasts. My nipples hardened from the cool, night air. My skin pimpled. I shivered, drinking it in. I deserved this.
I bared my barely legal body to the world at my brother's command.
My fingers found the zipper at the hem of my skirt. It let the tartan cloth, borrowed from a stripper friend of Zoey, to the ground. Clint's eyes flicked down my body. His eyes raked up my body, ending at the purple thong I borrowed from my older sister. I shuddered as I hooked the waistband of the panties with both my thumbs.
Shoved them down my thighs.
The thong pulled away from my shaved pussy. I shuddered, realizing I was wet. I was showing off my body. It excited me. Even though I was scared. Even though I wasn't sure if I would ever be Clint's queen again, I was exposing myself. I could feel his lust as he stared at me, and my body responded to his incestuous desires.
Naked, I stood before my family, the cold nibbling at me, Clint staring at me. He had this confident strength he'd learned from our deceased father. This domination. I could see... disappointment in his eyes. Only... I didn't think it was in me. It was in himself. He truly blamed himself for not giving me what I needed, for putting me in a situation where I made a mistake.
And that only made me feel worse because I could have been better.
“Bend over the trunk,” he said.
I moved to it on my heels. I passed Alicia, her face still hard. Pam gave me a sympathetic smile. I like I suspected, she didn't hate me. She cared for me, her love unconditional and soft. She didn't react so badly to Clint's diluted attention. She accepted it far better than I did, reveling in the time she could have with him.
I bent over the hood of the car, my pussy dripping hot juices down my thighs. I groaned as my nipples kissed the cold hood of the trunk. I shifted on it and... I heard someone moving in the trunk. My mother was in there bound up. What had she done?
What would Clint do to me?
“If I was a better man, I wouldn't have to do this,” Clint said. “I wouldn't have put you in this position. I'm sorry, Melody.”
I closed my eyes. He shouldn't apologize to me. I should be groveling at his feet, begging him to forgive me. My body shook as more pain wracked me. I deserved this. He should spank me hard and then leave me behind naked in the parking lot. I didn't deserve this man.
CRACK!
His hands landed on my rump. Pain exploded across my rump. My butt-cheeks clenched as the heat rippled through my flesh. My eyes widened. He spanked me hard. He wasn't holding back at all. He unleashed all his strength. His fury.
CRACK!
I gasped in pain, rocking against the car. Its shocks squeaked as it rocked. New tears filled my eyes. It hurt so badly. Both my butt-cheeks were a mass of stinging pain. My toes curled in my shoes. He was truly punishing me.
CRACK!
“Clint!” I gasped. “I'm so sorry!”
CRACK!
“I was such a terrible girlfriend! A horrible sister!”
CRACK!
“Please, please, don't hate me!” The words poured out of me, the pain soared through me, squeezing them out of me. They freed me to be honest. To just spill out what I truly felt. “I'm so sorry, Clint. I don't want to lose you. Our family!”
CRACK!
“I was just... frustrated! I made such a big mistake! I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just let that annoyance feed me!”
CRACK!
“I wished I would just have talked to you!”
CRACK!
My ass burned. He spanked me with such passion. I could feel how much he cared by how hard he punished me. I hurt him when Tim kissed me. He must have seen that split second where I melted into the kiss. Where I lost control of my lusts.
CRACK!
“I don't deserve you!” I howled. All my excitement I felt at being stripped naked was gone. This didn't turn me on. I wasn't getting wetter and wetter. This wasn't a sexy spanking. “I love you, Clint, but I don't deserve you!”
CRACK!
“Keep spanking me!” I hissed, my body shaking on the trunk. My ass throbbed. It never hurt so badly. Our father never spanked me this hard when we were kids. “Keep punishing me.”
I heard Clint breathing. I waited for him to spank me again.
“Don't stop!” I snarled. “I broke us. I kissed him back. You saw it. I couldn't help myself. I was just such a whore. I was coming down from that orgasmic high. And he was there. Paying attention to me. He was giving me what I craved! What I wasn’t getting from you!
“God, I was just such a jealous bitch. I wanted you all to myself. I thought I was better than our other sisters. Than even... than even Pam. I was an arrogant cunt! So keep spanking me, Clint! Hurt me more!”
“No.”
I shook at the strength in his words.
“Please, please, keep punishing me,” I sobbed, the tears spilling down my cheeks. My entire body shook. My sobs wracked me. The pain choked out through my tight throat. I rubbed my face into the trunk, my hands gripping the sides. “I'm horrible. Terrible!”
I heard sniffing. Through bleary tears, I saw Alicia squirming in Pam's arms, pain in her face, fat tears spilling down her cheeks. My eyes glanced up at Pam. She stared at me with such... pity in her expression, her brow furrowed, her slanted eyes gleaming.
“I'm not going to hurt you anymore,” Clint said.
“Please!” I begged. I threw a look over my shoulder. “I was terrible.”
He grabbed me and pulled me to him. My naked body was in his arms. He held me tight. I... I felt his love. His eyes stared into mine. I squirmed against him, his warmth bleeding into my flesh. He stroked my sides. That was why he punished me. Because he loved me. Because he cared. That was the only reason I could hurt him.
That I could make him feel like a failure as a man.
“I'm so sorry, Clint,” I said, my arms going around his neck. “I didn't mean to fuck up this badly.”
“I know,” Clint said, rocking me. “I need to be better man for you and our sisters. If I acted the way I should, you never would have needed to act like a jealous bitch. You never would have put yourself in that position to fuck up.”
“I still shouldn't have.”
“I know that,” he said. “That's why I punished you. It made me so angry, but... It wasn't at you. I'm pissed off at myself. I sensed that you were feeling... underappreciated. I just... didn't do enough. I should have. But I was distracted.”
“What do we do know?” I asked. “Everything still feels different.”
“Bend over the trunk.”
I nodded. I needed more punishment. He understood that. I turned around, my ass a throbbing mass of pain. I bent over it. I pressed my body tight to it. I gripped the edges, holding it tight. My heart thudded in my chest.
“Big sis!” Alicia gasped. She snagged my right hand. She pried it from the car and gripped it. She stared at me with such... such love in her eyes. That was why she slapped me. She was as angry as Clint because she loved me, too.
I was ready for the spanking. I was ready to take more pain. I wanted to embrace it. To let Clint satiate all his anger. I didn't want him to bottle it up. I wanted him to take it out on me. Maybe I would end up as his sex slave for the rest of my life.
But at least I would have him.
A zipper rasped.
I blinked. I knew that sound and—
My brother's cock plunged into my pussy. I gasped at the shock of his dick penetrating him. That familiar shaft. His crotch spanked into my butt-cheeks. Pain flared. I groaned as he punished me and loved me all at the same time.
He drew back. My pussy clenched down on his dick, pleasure spilling through me and soothing the throbbing ache in my asscheeks. He thrust into my depths again. His crotch smacked my rump even harder. Fresh stings burned across my butt.
I sucked in a breath. This time... This time the pain excited me. It combined with the hot delight of my brother's cock fucking into me. He was in me. He was loving me. He was using me to satiate his lusts. It was a wild thrill. I had something of my brother back.
“Clint!” I moaned as he pumped away at me. “Oh, yes, Clint!”
He planted his hands on either side of my body. He thrust into me so hard. His cock buried into me again and again. It was such a thrill. His crotch smacked over and over into my rump. Pain flared again and again. I gasped and moaned. My pussy clenched down on him, drinking in the agony and the ecstasy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
That wonderful sound filled the night air. I shuddered, my nipples throbbing against the hood of our car. My pussy squeezed down around his cock, increasing the friction. My body drank in the rapture of his plunge. His balls slapped into my clit, adding sparks of rapture shooting through my body.
“Oh, yes, Clint!” I snarled. “That's it! Fuck me!”
“Fuck her, big brother!” Alicia moaned. She squeezed my hand as she watched.
“Mmm, yes, Clint, pound her cunt,” Pam moaned.
“Fuck that naughty slut so hard, Master!” Lee said. She grinned at me, delighting in watching my fall.
Clint grunted as he buried me deep into me. He filled me to the hilt with his cock over and over. I drank in the incestuous delight. It was so hot to be fucked by him. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring my cunt around my brother's cock.
It was so amazing to feel him in me again. To experience the rush of his dick plunging over and over into my cunt. I squeezed down on it. I almost lost this. I came so close to throwing it all away. I could never do that again.
“I love you, Clint!” I howled as he pumped away at me. “I'm your woman! Always! Your sister and your slut!”
Alicia squeezed my hand.
“You! Are! Mine!” Clint snarled, the car rocking as he pounded me with all his passion. His crotch smacked into me so hard.
My ass burst with pain every time. It fed my orgasm growing inside of me. This amazing swirl of pleasure only one person could give me. My brother had me gasping and moaning. He had me crying out in rapture. This was incredible. It was amazing. It had my entire body buzzing in such rapture. New tears fell down my cheeks.
Joyful tears.
I didn't lose this. This pleasure. This passion. I felt owned by Clint. It reminded me of those first heady days when we made love in his bedroom, back when we thought we were just first cousins. Kissing cousins. I gave this man my virginity. I surrendered it all to my brother.
How could I ever forget that?
Never again.
“I'm your woman forever, Clint!” I snarled. “This is your pussy you're fucking! Yours! I won't hurt you again!”
“No you won't!” he grunted, plowing into me, sending dizzying waves of ecstatic agony through me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
What a wonderful feeling. His flesh spanking me as he fucked me. Loving me and disciplining me all at the same time. He gave me what I needed. Tim never could have done this. Tim didn't have the balls to drag me out of a strip club and fuck me in the middle of the parking lot. He had to be lured into doing anything so brazen.
He needed Becky and me flashing ourselves at him, luring him into public incest. But Clint... Clint was a man.
My brother's heavy balls slapped over and over into clit. They brimmed with jizz. I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted his jizz to spurt hot into me. I squeezed down on his cock as he pulled back, increasing the friction.
Giving us both more pleasure.
He growled and slammed into me. He fucked me as hard as he had against the refrigerator a few nights ago. When he was showing me that he still cared. That he knew what I needed. I should have just been a little more patient with him.
“I'm such a cunt!” I growled. “I don't deserve this cock! But I'm so happy that I get it! Fuck me, Clint! Tear up my snatch! Cum in me!”
“I will pump you so full of my jizz, Melody!” he growled. “I'll give your slut-cunt what it craves.”
“Your cum, Master!” Lee moaned.
A muffled moan came from the trunk, my mother squirming inside.
“Yes!” he growled. “I'll fill you to the brim!”
“Good!” I whimpered, fighting off my orgasm. I couldn't cum before Clint.
Not when I was being punished.
I squirmed on the trunk, my nipples growing more and more sensitive. My tits were heavy with my milk. I needed to nurse. The painted metal rubbed on my nubs, sending tingles shooting down to my pussy, swelling my orgasm.
Giving me more sensations I had to battle again. I groaned through clenched teeth while the friction of my brother's cock plunging into my cunt swelled through me. I wanted to cum so badly. I squeezed down on his dick as I fought against it. I groaned louder and louder. I gripped Alicia's hand.
“He's fucking you so hard,” Alicia said in awe.
“He is!” I groaned. “Because our brother is a stud, cupcake!”
“Yeah,” Pam said, her voice tight. “Oh, yes, he is.”
Clint grunted. It was like his women's words, my words, spurred him on to really fuck me. The car rocked as he slammed into me. I howled out, my head snapping back. I was on the verge of orgasming. On that bliss surging through me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Every pain-filled impact of his crotch on my rump, every rapture-inducing thrust of his dick into my juicy cunt, and every clit-spanking impact of his heavy balls brought me closer and closer to my explosion. I wanted it so badly.
I squirmed. I fought. I gasped out for relief. I needed my brother's cum spurting into me. I needed Clint pumping me full of all his incestuous passion. I wanted him to satiate himself in my cunt. I wouldn't cum before him.
I wanted to cum, too.
It swelled inside of me. “Oh, my fucking god!” I groaned, my body quivering. “Please, please, dump your jizz in my filthy cunt, Clint!”
“Yes, do it, big brother!” moaned Alicia. “Big sis needs it!”
“She does,” Pam said. “Love her, Clint! Love our sister!”
“I am!” Clint snarled. He buried his cock into me. “Melody!”
It happened. That wondrous, rapturous moment crashed through me. My brother's cum spilled into my pussy. He pumped blast after blast of his jizz into me. An electric current zapped out of my pussy, tingling my nipples and my clit. My sheath clenched down on him. I gripped his erupting dick as I trembled on the trunk of my mom's car.
Then I surrendered to my ecstasy.
“Clint!” I howled.
My pussy convulsed around his erupting cock. My flesh spasmed about him, celebrating his girth, him spurting into me. Waves of heat rippled through my body. An ecstatic broil engulfed my mind. I spasmed on the hood of the car as stars burst across my eyes.
It was so incredible. It was so powerful. It was an orgasm only my brother could give me. I would never lose this. I would never be so reckless again. I couldn't be that arrogant bitch who thought she was the center of the universe. Who believed she could do anything without remorse.
I just had to be Clint's sister. His woman. His lover. Maybe even his sex slave.
“Melody!” he grunted as he fired the last blast of cum in me.
“That's it, Master!” Lee moaned. “Cream her slut-cunt! She's just a filthy whore and—”
“Shut the fuck up!” snarled Clint. “That's your mistress you're talking about.”
Lee squeaked, her mouth clamping shut. “I'm sorry, Master.”
“Go sit in the car,” Clint snapped. “You're on a twenty-four orgasm ban.”
“Yes, Master,” Lee said, her head lowered. “I'm so sorry Master. I'm so sorry, Mistress.”
I only panted, my mind still molten from the orgasm. I luxuriated in Clint's still hard dick in me as Lee climbed into the back of the car. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure shuddered through me. It was incredible. I was still her Mistress.
Clint ripped his dick out of me. I suddenly felt so empty. His cum sloshed around in me. It wanted to leak out of me. But I didn't want to lose any of him. I shoved my left hand, the one not gripping Alicia's hand, beneath my body and clamped my palm over my pussy, trapping my brother's jizz inside of me.
“Melody, I want you on your knees sucking my cock clean of your pussy.”
“Yes... Clint,” I said.
“I need my queen cleaning me up,” he added.
I shuddered as I straightened up. I was still his queen. I didn't deserve that, but I couldn't argue with him. He had made his decision. He wouldn't change his mind. He would ignore my protests that I didn't deserve it.
Still clamping my hand over my pussy, I knelt before him. His cock bobbed before me, soaked in my sweet juices. I breathed in my musk. It filled my nose. My mouth salivated for my own flavor. I grasped his dick with my right hand and licked beneath it, following up that tube that carried his cum to my pussy to his tip.
He groaned as I reached the frenulum. My sweet cream coated my tongue. I loved the flavor. I caressed the tip, loving the wrinkled, spongy texture. His precum mixed salt into my juices, increasing my delight. I wiggled on the ground, looking up at him.
He grinned down at me.
“That's it, Melody,” he said. “Just clean my dick. Anyone could see you being my whore.”
“They could,” I said, feeling... almost like myself for the first time since the kiss. “They could see me do such naughty things to your dick.
I fluttered my tongue against the tip.
Clint groaned in delight.
“Now it's our turn to have some fun,” Pam said from behind me.
“Okay, big sis,” Alicia said.
“We just have to scoot into place. Follow my lead.”
What were my two sisters up to. I shuddered as I felt their heads slide between my thighs. I was straddling them both. Their hair rubbed at my silky thighs. As I licked my cream off the side of Clint's dick, our little sister darted her head up and kissed at the back of my hand, her lips nibbling at my knuckles.
“Big sis, move your hand! It's in the way!”
“Yes, cupcake!” I moaned and yanked my left hand clear.
Her head snapped up. I gasped as she buried her mouth right into my snatch. She licked and fluttered her tongue. I groaned at the hot delight of her nimble oral organ lapping through my folds, gathering out our brother's jizz and sending delight rippling through my body.
I groaned as my lips kissed up Clint's cock to his tip again. His smile grew. He knew what they were doing down there. I shuddered as Alicia jammed her tongue in deep into my cunt, swirling it around inside of me.
“Don't hog it all, princess,” Pam said.
“Sorry!” Alicia moaned into my pussy.
I groaned as she pulled her mouth away. But Pam lifted her head. She pressed her hungry mouth into my pussy. I groaned as my Japanese half-sister lapped through my folds. My girlfriend loved my snatch while I loved our boyfriend's cock.
I sucked the tip of Clint's dick into my mouth.
“That's it, my queen,” Clint groaned. “You're so hungry for my cum. You're going to worship my cock.”
I moaned a yes about his dick while Pam's tongue swirled through my depths. She teased me, drove me wild. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side, loving her naughty lapping. Pleasure spilled through my body.
Then she swapped with Alicia. My little sister lapped with a hungry passion. She flicked her tongue through my folds. She ate me with such a wild, eager desire. She held nothing back. She caressed my labia and clit as she searched for more of Clint's cum. It dribbled out of my depths, pulled down by gravity to my little sister's feasting mouth.
Then they switched again. Pam ate me with more deliberate care. Her tongue moved slowly, nuzzling me, touching me in all the spots that she knew I'd love. I groaned about Clint's cock, so glad the harem wasn't broken by my antics. It was such a wondrous delight to share this bliss with my family.
“Mmm, you taste so good leaking out of her, big brother,” Alicia moaned. “So good.”
“You churned her up to a froth,” Pam said, her head lowering away from my pussy.
For a moment, my pussy wasn't stimulated. I shuddered, missing any tongue stroking through my folds. Then Alicia pressed her mouth against my shaved snatch. Her tongue thrust into my depths. I groaned and sucked harder on my brother's cock.
Clint grabbed my blonde hair. He ran his hands through my silky strands as I bobbed my head. I sucked with all my might, making such naughty, slurping sounds. I shuddered, suddenly aware that we were being watched. That a group of the club's patrons had gathered around to see the naughty fun.
It was incredible. They were witnessing my sisters loving me while I loved my brother. I sucked harder, bobbing my head with such a passionate need. I sucked with all my might, cheeks hollowing as I threw my all into worshiping my brother's amazing cock.
“Damn,” a guy groaned. “That is hot.”
“Who are they?”
“My family,” the familiar voice of Zoey said. “And don't think you'll get any free pokes, George.”
My older sister watched us now, too. That made me shiver. I felt so wanton. This was the sort of exhibitionism I should be engaged in. Not showing off with Becky, but with my family. With those I loved.
My orgasm built faster and faster. Pam licked at my pussy now. My two hungry sisters had devoured all of Clint's cum out of my depths, but there was still plenty of pussy cream for them to enjoy. Pam curled her tongue through my sheath, teasing me, driving me wild. It was incredible. My pussy clenched on Pam's tongue.
Then Alicia was licking me with her energetic swipes. I moaned about Clint's dick. I sucked and slurped and loved him while everyone watched. All those envious guys seeing that this was my man. The only guy I needed.
The only man I loved.
My brother groaned. His face twisted with pleasure. I knew he was coming closer and closer to erupting. He grunted while the watching guys shouted out such lewd ideas. I liked them, especially the guy shouting, “Cum on the whore's face.”
“She's not my whore, she's my queen!” growled Clint, his hands tightening in my hair.
“She sucks dick like a whore,” the guy groaned.
“You have no idea,” Zoey said. “She licks pussy like one, too. But you better keep that dick in your pants. You'll just embarrass yourself compared to my brother.”
“Goddamn, I knew you were a fucked up bitch, Zoey,” the guy said.
I just let the words wash over me. They fed my orgasm and spurred me to suck as hard as I could on my brother's cock. To give him as much rapture as I could. I wanted him to explode in ecstasy. I wanted him feed me so much jizz.
Pam joined Alicia in nuzzling at my pussy, forcing my thighs to spread wider. I shifted on the asphalt, their tongue swiping through my folds, fluttering against my clit. I shuddered, my orgasm swelling as I sucked with all my might on my brother's dick.
“Melody, yes!” Clint groaned. He stared down at me, his face twisting in rapture. “Fuck, you're mine! My queen!”
His cum spurted into my mouth.
I was his.
I orgasmed on my sister's hungry mouth. As I gulped down Clint's salty jizz, my sisters devoured my pussy juices gushing out of me. My cunt convulsed, forcing out a flood of my cream to bathe Pam's and Alicia's faces.
Clint's jizz spurted again and again into my mouth. That salty treat swirled around inside my mouth. I loved how the cream coated my throat on its way down to warm my belly. I moaned about his cock while the rapture burned through my mind.
The watching guys cheered and hollered.
I stared into Clint's eyes and knew I was truly forgiven. I had paid for my mistake, took my punishment, and was accepted back by him. I would work hard to prove I was worthy of being his queen.
I would love my brother, my sisters, with all my heart. I wouldn't blow my second chance.
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Five Months Later...
“And who will be Clint's Spring Fling Queen?” asked Isaac. The Black guy was holding an envelope with a seal he broke as he stood on stage. It was The Spring Fling, the last dance of the year. Yes, our college held dances. I was in a silver dress that showed off my round boobs and clung to my shapely ass. It was a lot of fun being one of Clint's dates.
I shuddered as I stared up at Clint in his suit, looking so handsome in his black blazer and white, silk shirt, the top few buttons left undone to show off a hint of his brown hair. Our final year of college was about to be over. Everything had changed because of me. Incest wasn't the whispered secret of earlier, it was open.
Brothers and sisters dated. Coach Young paraded his daughter Michelle around as his lover. Everyone knew Mrs. Umayyah and her daughter were sluts who fucked each other. James announced his little sister Jenny was pregnant with their child, Juana showed off that her older sister was her sex slave, the Japanese twins didn't hide their incestuous kisses, Isaac brought his sister Rhea to the dance as his girlfriend, and nearby Becky clung to her brother Tim, the pair often found having sex all over our school.
She gave me a run for how often I had sex with Clint and my sisters around the campus.
“Well, I can't say I'm surprised by who was voted Spring Fling Queen,” Isaac said.
“Just let us know who won!” called out Belinda.
“It's not you!” shouted Pete.
Pam quivered beside me. She took my hand as she squirmed in her purple, kimono-style dress. It really made her look like an Asian princess with her black hair pinned up into a mass of silky curls. I shivered beside her, my stomach squirming. Who would win?
“Melody Samuels!” announced Isaac.
My heart just about melted. I let out a squeal of delight. I never thought winning a popularity contest would be so amazing, but it sent such a heady rush through me. I bounced like a schoolgirl then hugged Pam tight. My sister clung to me, equally as giddy for me.
The entire cafeteria-turned-dance floor erupted into claps and wolf-whistled. Everyone at our college knew me. And, yes, while rumors flew around me after the whole Tim incident, I proved to them all that I was Clint's woman. The next day, I fucked Clint right there in the middle of the cafeteria and declared that he was actually my brother.
I broke away from Pam and floated through the crowds. Everyone was calling my name. Such an exhilarating surge shot through me. It was almost sexual. I trembled, my silver dress whisking against my naked flesh. I wore no underwear underneath. Clint smiled at me the entire way, looking so handsome and as strong as our father.
“Go, Mistress!” Lee said, her belly flat. She had delivered Clint's daughter Amber two months ago.
“You are so beautiful,” Alicia said, her stomach growing round with the twin brother and sister she carried for Clint. Beside her, her friend Jenny was even more swollen, a month away from delivering James their first incestuous child.
“Thank you, cupcake,” I said, beaming at my little sister.
I mounted the stage with such ease. I felt like I floated to Clint. He held out his hand and I took it. I stared out at the crowd, half-blinded by the lights shining down at us. I just beamed. I hadn't felt so girlish and happy in a long time.
“I'm your queen, Clint,” I said, almost babbling. A drunken euphoria gripped me.
“You always were,” he said as Carmelita carried our tiaras while her sister-Mistress marched behind her. She came dressed like a lesbian dominatrix all in leather while Carmelita wore a collar proclaiming who owned her. Both were round with their pregnancies, two months away from delivering Clint two more children.
It only made their naughty fetish outfits even kinkier.
“Your Majesties,” Carmelita purred in her sultry accent. She presented the crowns.
I took Clint's. He took mine. We turned and stared at each other. I shuddered as he settled it on my blonde curls. I knew it was a cheap thing of plastic and costume jewelry, but I didn't care. I felt so beautiful. So loved. In the last five months, Clint made sure Pam and I received more of his attention. We were his girlfriends.
I placed his crown on his head. Then he seized me. He kissed me with passion. He devoured my lips before the entire school. Cheers erupted as Issac boomed, “Your Spring Fling King and Queen!”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I was aware of blue and green balloons drifting down from the ceiling, raining across the other students. This magical moment swept me up. I clung to Clint. I shuddered against him, our mouths working together, tongues dueling and dancing together. It was so incredible to experience. To be so open with our incestuous love.
But something was missing.
“Now let's give them space so they can have their first dance together as our king and queen!” Issac said, a low, romantic song playing. Something thudding, a voice crooning. I quivered at the sound of the classic Boys II Men playing.
Clint broke the kiss. My face burning with my blush, I floated beside him as he escorted me off the stage and down to the dance floor. A space was cleared in the center for us, the lights shining down to illuminate us.
“Clint!” I whimpered. “This is... I... I love you.”
He smiled at me as we entered the center, the music pulsing around me. I felt so alive, my body electrified. Then Clint thrust out his left hand. He was beckoning to someone in the crowd. I shuddered, blinking in confusion.
Then I understood.
Pam broke free and, tears clinging to her lush eyelashes, joined us. Clint and I took her hands, pulled her in tight. Our brother's strong arms wrapped about the both of us. He held us to his strong chest. We rested our heads on his shoulders and rocked with him while our fellow students watched us love each other.
Such joy flooded through me. I made the right choice. Clint and love.
I danced with my brother and my sister, the two people I loved the most in my life. My lovers. If we could marry, they would be my husband and wife. I was so glad that our college could witness our incestuous love.
We swayed, united. Balloons shifted around by our feet, nudged as other couples began to dance, Becky and Tim holding each other tight, James cradling his pregnant Jenny to him, Lee and Alicia grinning as they danced together, the Japanese twins pressing their pregnant bellies together. Such love filled our school.
Because of us. Clint created something special that night he took my virginity. The start of something that was changing everyone we knew. I was glad to still be a part of it.
As the song came to an end. Pam and I moved together. We didn't have to coordinate this. We didn't have to discuss it with each other. We just both moved with instinct. We kissed our brother together, our three lips meeting in love, our bodies holding each other tight.
Our time in college was over. We were about to graduate, to face the adult world together. But we would have each other and the harem to help us overcome any new problems. We would work together to build a bright future for our family.
I loved them all so much.
The END
AUTHOR NOTE: I am going to be taking a break from the Incestuous Harem. I want to think about the future of the characters and spend some time refining some ideas I have for their future stories. This story wraps up their high school time. But don't worry, I will return to these characters! I am not done with them!