Breed Me Big Brother Chapter 3: Little Sister Bred and Loved

Breed Me Big Brother
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Three: Little Sister Bred and Loved
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

I trembled as I trudged behind President Carver through the halls of my college. All the pleasure, the delightful rapture of my naughty sex with my big brother had died into trembling terror. My stomach writhed and swirled, and a cold sweat broke out across my skin. My heart palpitated in my chest.

How could I be so stupid?

Why did I think having sex with my brother in the middle of my college’s cafeteria was a good idea? I just wanted to have the wildest, kinkiest sex possible. My friend Jenny suggested that to be bred by my brother, I needed to have the hottest sex I could. But since I was a part of my big brother’s harem, I had naughty sex all the time.

Threesomes. Eating creampies. Anal. Ass to mouth. Sex toys. Nursing breast milk. We had sex in every possible position: doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, bent over tables and chairs and couches, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and so much more. I needed something special. Something different.

I needed to fuck him in public. Taking risk that our illegal, incestuous relationship could be discovered was the hottest and kinkiest type of sexy my older sister, Zoey, and her girlfriend, Stefani, could think of.

And it was so hot and kinky. It was amazing to be impaled on my brother’s cock while looking like a little sister just sitting on my brother’s lap. Everyone at my college knew I acted like a little girl. I dressed like I was eight instead of nineteen, I kept my light-brown hair in pigtails, I wore tights and girlish skirts. My petite body helped sell it. I just like being his little princess, to hold his hand, to act so childish, and then to be fucked so hard by him.

I squirmed on his lap, stirring his dick around in my cunny. But by the end, we were both so lost to it, he was fucking me up and down his cock. I was cumming over and over, my hot cunny milking his shaft, so eager for his jizz to fire into me.

Then he erupted into me. I had one moment of utter joy as I felt my big brother breeding me.

And then President Carver caught us.

“Clint, Alicia,” he growled, his voice a deep, rumbling menace, “come with me.”

He had trembled over us, his face molted red with such a deep anger at us. My lusts had wilted as I climbed off my brother’s cock. His cum leaked out of my cunny, soaking my tights. I had a hole cut into them so I could keep them on and help sell that we weren’t having sex.

Melody, Pam, and Lee—our half-sisters—gave us suck looks of panic. Clint just put his cock away and stood up like a man, back straight, arms at his side, his strong jaw tense. He faced the president without flinching.

“Now!” growled the president which made me squeak.

My brother took my hand and we followed.

I tried to take strength from Clint’s grip, but it was so hard. We were brother and sister. It was illegal in the State of California for us to have sex. And since my big brother was two years older than me, he’d be in so much trouble. My breath came faster and faster. They’d think he molested me. He’d be a sexual predator and they would take him away from the family and how could I be so stupid and an idiot and I ruined everything and—

Clint squeezed my hand as I gasped and shuddered, on the verge of hyperventilating as the panic surged through my body. I looked up at him, pushing up my glasses as his strong, dark eyes seized me. I shivered as he gave me a brief smile.

He was calm.

Shouldn’t he be terrified?

But he wasn’t. He… he looked in control. He pulled out his phone in his other hand, unlocking the screen, manipulating it. For a moment, my fear vanished as curiosity surged through me. What was he doing? Was he texting someone? He finished and stuck his phone in his pocket as we kept following President Carver through the halls.

I glanced at the man in charge of our college. He trembled, his shoulders tense. He clenched his hands over and over. He was a tall, balding man wearing a cheap suit. He glanced back at us, hazel eyes hard behind his glasses. He licked his lips, his face a deep red, almost a puce.

We reached the school’s front office fast at his marching pace. He stalked passed the secretary’s desk. The older woman stared at us, her head following as we walked by her desk, pursing her ruby lips together. Her chair creaked and I could feel her judging eyes on us. She knew we were in trouble.

I squirmed. More of my brother’s cum leaked out of my depths. Another wave of fear washed through me. I squeezed my brother’s hand so hard. How could Clint be so calm? How did he think he would get away with this?

I’d ruined everything.

President Carver threw open the door to his office, motioning us to enter. He glowered at us both, his hazel eyes boring into me. I shrunk and pressed myself against my brother. I just wanted him to hold me.

“It’ll be okay, Princess,” Clint whispered as we entered the small office, shelves on the wall covered in books on education, several degrees framed and hanging on the wall proclaiming the president’s credentials. He had a large desk covered in paperwork, two chairs on one side, his much larger chair on the other.

I gingerly sat down, feeling the cum soaking into the back of my skirt. I let go of my big brother’s hand, folding mine across my lap. I sat there, head bowed, my pigtails swaying down my blouse. Another sickening writhe went through my guts.

President Carver sat down across from us. He folded his hands before him, leaning forward to glare at us both. I wanted to whimper. Clint just sat there unconcerned. He even had a slight smile on his face. He looked more in control of himself than our president. His lower jaw quivered.

“Clint, do you understand how much trouble you’re in?” President Carver demanded. “Even if she wasn’t your sister, you would be in serious trouble. In the middle of the cafeteria? What sort of perversion led you to do that with your own sister. In public. At your college?”

Clint just arched an eyebrow, not answering.

The president drew in a deep breath. “Son, you understand that I have to notify the police. Unlike your… relationship with your two cousins, this is illegal.” He shook his head. “And to do it in public… What were you thinking, son? You’re not only getting expelled, but you’re going to be arrested.” He reached for the phone. “I don’t understand how you could do this. I’ve heard rumors about you. The things you’ve had your cousin, Lee, perform. In the restroom. In her locker room. I’ve never been able to prove… any of it. But now I got you.”

“I’ve heard rumors about you, too, President Carver,” Clint said, his voice even.

The older man’s hand froze on the phone’s receiver. “W-What?”

“That you like to fuck your students.” Clint pulled out his phone. He swiped his screen, a picture appearing. “That’s you, right? Fucking Leyla Umayyah in her mother’s classroom. You’re just ramming that cock into her nineteen-year-old cunt, aren’t you? That’s a good shot.”

President Carver’s jaw dropped. The puce from his face melted into pale fear.

Clint swiped the screen. “And is that you and Kimmy Myers? Oh, and here’s you and Kendra Cooke. And you’re getting a titty fuck from Izzy Carter and her big boobs. I bet that felt nice.”

“H-How did you get those?” choked the president.

“You didn’t know Mrs. Umayyah has webcams set up in her classroom?” Clint asked. “And I bet you didn’t realize I knew her husband. I know how much you pay him to fuck his daughter, wife, and his other three whores.”

The president inhaled.

“So… why don’t we just ignore what each other does?” Clint gave him such a big grin while hope surged through me. My big brother was dominating the president. He felt like he was in charge here. He was in charge. The older man squirmed and melted. “You have your fun with Leyla and Mr. Umayyah’s other whores, and I’ll have my fun with my cousins and little sister.”

“Y-You can’t do that… in the cafeteria.”

“Fair enough,” my big brother nodded. “So we understand each other, President Carver?”

“Yes,” croaked the president.

“Well, you have a good day, sir,” Clint said, standing up. “Shall we, Princess?”

I nodded my head, just so shocked that this happened. I took his hand and followed him out of the room, a smile growing on my lips. I stared up at my big brother. He just… dominated the head of our college with no effort.

“That was awesome, big brother,” I gasped the moment we left the office. “You’re amazing!”

He grinned at me, giving my hand a squeeze.

“How did you get those pictures? How did you even know he was fucking Leyla and the others?”

“I fuck Mrs. Umayyah from time to time,” Clint said. Mrs. Umayyah was an Arab professor with big tits. “I met her husband after he found about his wife’s… whorish behavior. We talked. Later, I recommended to Mr. Umayyah an understanding gynecologist when his daughter Leyla became pregnant.”

“Jenny’s mom?” I asked.

“Jenny’s mom,” agreed Clint.

She was our family’s gynecologist. And since she was pregnant with her son’s child, well, she understood incest. I had no idea my brother was so well networked. But then Lee mentioned he’d fucked Mrs. Umayyah at that gangbang a few months ago starring Leyla and her fellow whores.

“Did you like what we did?” I asked him.

“Princess, it was so worth getting in trouble.” He winked at me. “But if you’re going to be bad, it helps to have a way out, doesn’t it?”

I beamed at him.

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My pee flowed out of me, splashing on the end of the stick. It felt so strange doing this, having my hand shoved between my legs as I urinated. It felt weirder than peeing on Lee or Aunt Cheryl. They were both humiliation sluts and let Clint just do whatever he wanted to them.