Incestuous Harem 14: Brother’s Domination

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Fourteen: Brother’s Domination
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Melody Samuels

The doorbell rang. A shiver ran through me, my nipples hardening in my shirt. Today would be awesome. Alicia burst from the breakfast table where Clint, Lee, and I waited. Beside Alicia, we were the last ones still home. Mom, Zoey, and Aunt Cheryl had already left while we waited for Pam and her car.

A giddy rush shot through me. I had a girlfriend. I shared her with Clint, and that was so hot. She was sexy and submissive, a delicious, Japanese beauty with slanted eyes, pale-olive skin, and silky-black hair. Maybe I had inherited my father’s Asian fetish.

Clint surely had.

Alicia’s brown pigtails flew behind her as she darted for the door, her feet, clad in pink tights that rose up her slim legs and vanished beneath a short, frilly skirt. She looked younger than her eighteen years, her backpack bouncing. She vanished through the kitchen. A moment later, the front door opened.

“Clint, your girlfriend’s here,” she sang out. “I’m going to kiss her!”

“Kiss my girlfriend?” Clint gasped in mock shock as he stood, scooping up his book bag.

My younger sister Lee flashed me a naughty smile. She stood up, too, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, letting it hang on the verge of falling off. I snagged mine, followed, and loved the sight that welcomed us. Pam, only a few inches taller than Alicia, kissing my sexy half-sister.

Alicia did it with enthusiasm, her hands clutching Pam’s cheeks. My girlfriend shivered then broke the kiss, gasping, “Clint.”

“Kissing my little princess?” Clint asked in mock shock. “I can’t believe this, Pam.”

She shifted, hugging herself, her slanted eyes wide behind her glasses. I rolled my eyes and then punched Clint on the shoulder. “Don’t tease her.”

Pam blinked then her cheeks darkened. “Oh. Well…I…I liked it, Clint. Your little sister is so cute.”

Alicia beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She just looked cute enough to eat. Then Clint grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her in for a kiss, one hand grabbing her ass with a possessive grip, digging into her butt-cheek. She melted against him, eyes closed, hands on his strong chest.

“Morning,” Clint said, breaking the kiss. Pam’s eyes fluttered, her hips shifting more.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

Then I went in to kiss our girlfriend on the lips. I seized her cheeks and planted a greedy kiss on her lips. My fingers stroked her cheeks as our lips worked together. They were wet and hot and just delicious to taste.

I brushed my nose against hers as I broke the kiss, a shiver going through me. “So, ready for after school?” I asked her. “I can’t wait.”

“Yes,” Pam said with gushing enthusiasm. “I actually had to masturbate before falling asleep last night. I just couldn’t stop thinking about my mom. She’s so beautiful.”

“Someone’s caught the incest bug,” giggled Lee.

Pam’s blush darkened. God, she was cute. “It was…interesting seeing your family interacting.”

“Interesting?” Clint asked, putting his arm around Pam, arching an eyebrow, his face stern.

“Hot,” she answered, her nipples hardening, pressing on her blouse. “Sexy, arousing, amazing, taboo, hot. I want it. With mom. The way you all act together. You’re so close.”

“And you’re going to lick your mom’s pussy,” Clint said. “Then I’ll fuck her. Then you’ll get to lick her pussy again.”

“Full of his cum,” Lee added.

“She knew that,” I said, shaking my head at her.

“Big brother,” Alicia said, rocking on her heels. “We should go. School will be starting soon.”

“Relax,” Lee said. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Clint’s hand smacked out, landing on Lee’s ass hard. “And you, stop being a brat.”

“Yes, Master,” Lee said, beaming. She seized Alicia’s hand and pulled her out the door, racing to Pam’s car.

The rest of us followed after, Pam handing Clint the keys. I went to go for the passenger door—I was his queen, the head woman of the harem. He gave me a grin as we climbed in. A shiver ran through me as his eyes slid down to the tight shirt I wore, my nipples clearly outlined. I had abandoned wearing bras.

I felt so exposed, my shirt so tight, molding to my nineteen-year-old breasts. It was like I was showing them off while remaining clothed. Every guy and girl could see how round and firm they were. The guys wanted to touch them, squeeze them, and couldn’t. My tits were all Clint’s. The only guy who would ever touch them.

But any girls watching were welcome to come up and give them a squeeze.

“What?” I asked as I went to put on my seatbelt.

He reached over, stopping me. “I think you look horny, Melody. You had to watch me fuck Zoey and didn’t get off at all.”

“Nope,” Lee said, sliding into the back with Pam and Alicia. “None of us did, Master. It was so hot. Especially when you both ate the banana covered in my pussy juices while fucking Zoey.”

“Really?” Pam asked.

“Balanced breakfast,” I grinned, looking back at Pam as she sat between Alicia and Lee.

“Fruit and cream,” Clint laughed, his hand stroking my thighs through my jeans. “So I think you have a hot pussy right now.”

“So hot,” I groaned.

“Mistress always has a hot pussy,” Lee giggled. “Every woman in the family does.”

“My cunny is so tingly right now, Big Brother,” Alicia moaned, squirming her tights-clad thighs together.

“Why don’t you masturbate,” Clint said. It wasn’t a question. “Unzip those jeans and shove your hands in.”

“Sure,” I shuddered, his eyes so hot as he took control.

“And don’t forget to play with those tits,” he added.

“Oh, yes, I love playing with my tits when I masturbate,” I purred, unsnapping my jeans. The zipper rasped down, revealing the sea-green panties I wore. I shoved one hand under my shirt to squeeze a round breast while the other went down into my panties.

I groaned, stroking the blonde landing strip to my hot, wet folds. I rubbed them as I leaned back in my seat, groaning. It was so wonderful to touch them while Clint watched, his eyes burning, a grin on his strong lips.

“Shirts in the way. Take it off. I can’t see what you’re doing.”

“But… people will see her breasts as we drive,” gasped Pam.

“Yep,” Clint said and started up the car.

I peeled my shirt off, my breasts bouncing out. Clint drove the car forward, turning onto our residential street. I draped my t-shirt across my lap and set about masturbating. I grabbed a hard, dusky nipple, rolling and stretching it. Delicious shivers raced down to my pussy. My hand shoved back into my panties, finding my wet snatch. I rubbed it, shivering in delight while my youthful breasts jiggled as Clint drove over a speed bump.

I groaned, feeling so juicy. A jogger on the sidewalk glanced over and did a double-take as we drove past. I smiled, loving the fact she got an eyeful of barely legal tits. My pussy clenched, heat racing, pumping excitement as we reached the stop sign at the end of the street. Clint stopped, signaling.

Cars passed. It was a busy street. I groaned, siting up, pinching my nipple harder. I wanted them to see me. To see the breasts that Clint owned, my nubile body that was all his. I wanted them jealous, aching to touch me, begging to have me as their lover.

And then denying them.

My fingers jammed into my pussy. I groaned, sinking into my hot, silky flesh. Pleasure radiated through me. The delight swept through my body, leaving me dizzy and breathless. I swayed, blinking, my hips undulating. Oh, it felt so good. So wonderful.

“They’re all seeing my tits,” I moaned. “Oh, god, Clint, it’s so hot.”

“You’re such a perv,” he grinned then glanced to my right. Another jogger approached. “I better let him cross the street before I go. Want to be safe. Don’t want to run him over.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching down so hard on my plunging fingers. The wet sound filled the car. “Oh, I’m so juicy. Can you hear, Pam? My fingers?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Does this…turn you on?”

“So much,” I moaned.

“Big sister is a perv,” Alicia giggled.

“Oh, god, Clint, he’s getting closer and closer.” I arched my back, my breasts bouncing. I pulled on my nipple, stretching out my tit.

The jogger slowed. His eyes widened as I stared at him. Suddenly, my window rolled down with a whirl of the power motor. I let out a wanton moan, groaning as I fingered my twat faster and faster. The guy’s jaw dropped.

Then he smiled. I nodded my head, squirming, moaning. He approached the car at a slow walk.

“He’s coming closer, Clint,” I panted, my body shuddering.

I shoved a third finger into my snatch, stretching my hole out as I writhed and shivered. This was so hot. He was staring at my barely legal tits. He wanted to touch them. To play with them. Clint reached over, gave my tit a possessive squeeze, digging his fingers in.

“They’re his tits,” I moaned out the window to the jogger. “No touching. But you can look.”

“Jesus,” he groaned, stopping at the corner. He pulled out his phone.

It flashed.

My pussy spasmed on my fingers. He took a picture of my tits. Of Clint’s hand squeezing my breast. My back arched. My head snapped back. A powerful explosion burst in the depths of my pussy. The friction of my fingers churned waves of rapture through my body.

Flash!

My seat creaked as I spasmed and gasped. I opened my lips, moaning in abject pleasure. Clint’s fingers found my nipple. Pinching it. Pulling it. Twisting it. Pleasure shot down to my spasming pussy. My fingers plunged in faster. My legs twitched.

Flash!

“Holy shit,” groaned the guy. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Lee shouted from the backseat.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped.

Flash!

“Oh, Clint, he’s watching me cuuuumm!” I moaned in orgasmic delight. “Oh, yes. Thank you!”

Clint grinned and hit the gas. The car turned onto the street as I trembled and moaned, Clint operating it one-handed. He gave my nipple a final squeeze, sending a last wave of bliss through me. I groaned, buzzing with bliss.

“There, I think you’re all better,” Clint said as I shivered.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, the window rolling up beside me. “Mmm, thank you, Clint. Love you so much.”

“He gives us what we need,” Lee said in the back.

“Big brother is so loving,” Alicia sighed. “Don’t you think, Pam?”

“Yes,” she answered.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, shuddering a final time, and looked back.