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  Doctor's Incestuous Family

  Collection 1

  (Three Incestuous Harem Stories)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 1”

  I finally did it. I finally sucked my brother's cock. He was so handsome and cool. As much as I tried to pretend otherwise, seeing him puffing on the e-cig, not caring that I disapproved, made me so wet.

  “Jenny,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, his blue eyes shiny with passion. A smile crossed his handsome face. He was so cute. “Damn, Jenny. That was hot.”

  I sucked again, my tongue caressing his cock's spongy crown.

  “Oh, big brother,” Alicia groaned, reminding me why this had all happened. I wasn't the only little sister who lusted for her big brother. “When will you breed me for real?”

  “Maybe next year,” Clint said. “We have two more babies on the way.”

  “Oh, that bratty Lee! I should spank her again,” Alicia huffed. “I can't believe she 'forgot' to take her pills. I was supposed to have your baby before her.”

  Their voices dwindled as they walked off. Watching them was so hot. But what would happen now between me and my brother?

  I pulled my lips off James's cock, trembling as I stared up at him. My heart thudded beneath my breasts. When I saw him slipping out here, I hoped something like this would happen, that I would catch him jacking off. I knew he lusted after Professor Samuels's huge tits.

  Mine were just so small compared to hers. But I hoped that maybe...I could still please him.

  “Jenny,” he said, breathing heavily. “Do you...?”

  I nodded my head quickly, understanding.

  “Really?”

  Again, I nodded my head, pulling my hand out of my tights and panties, my fingers coated in my juices. I could smell my tart musk. I trembled, holding my hand up to him, my heart racing. I wanted to do so much more.

  James fell to his knees, his half-hard cock bouncing before him. He seized my fingers, pulling them to his lips. I groaned, loving how he was just seizing me, taking charge, being so strong and sexy. Like an older brother should.

  “James,” I moaned as he popped my pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, tasting my pussy juices. “Do I taste good?”

  He let out a growling moan around my fingers, his eyes burning. My pussy clenched. I did taste good to him. He loved my flavor. He sucked so hard. Then he popped my fingers out of my mouth and pushed me backwards. I didn't fight it. I reclined onto the ground, not caring about getting my clothes dirty.

  He looked like an animal, so horny and eager as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my tights and panties. He pulled them down my legs, unveiling my trimmed, brown bush hiding my virgin pussy. My naked ass touched the dirt and leaves as he peeled my tights and panties down to my ankles, leaving them bunched there.

  “Jenny,” he moaned pushing open my thighs.

  A rush of embarrassed lust washed through me as he stared at my pussy. I was so exposed. I felt my tight slit parted as he pushed my legs further and further apart, bending at the knees. I wanted to thrust my hands between my thighs, to hide my virgin pussy from his hungry gaze.

  But I didn't. Instead, I moaned his name.

  And he answered by leaning down and devouring me. Just like Clint did to his little sister. My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue slid across my slit, caressing my virgin twat. I groaned, my butt-clenching as he caressed my intimate flesh.

  Only my fingers had touched there.

  His hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me into his face. My curly pubic hairs brushed his cheeks and nose as he licked faster, lapping at my folds. I gasped, loving the feel of my brother's tongue stirring fresh pleasure through my pussy.

  “Oh, James,” I groaned. “Oh, James, that's wonderful. Oh, yes, my big brother's licking me.”

  His eyes caught mine, my breasts heaving beneath my loose blouse as I trembled. There was such heat in them. He liked hearing me call him big brother. He licked harder, his tongue diving through my folds, brushing from my hymen to my clit.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Brother Takes my Cherry

  Doctor's Incestuous Family 1

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Brother Takes My Cherry

  James Wilson

  I heaved a sigh of relieve when Professor Samuels's class ended. I wasn't a fan of history, even with the delight at looking at the busty Professor Samuels, her breasts almost falling out of her low-cut top and bouncing as she moved around. She dressed like such a wanton woman, like she wanted every nineteen-year-old boy in her class ogling her.

  I was glad it was time for lunch. I stood with a groan, needing relief. And not the masturbatory kind. Well, I needed that, too, but I wasn't about to jerk off at school. I needed to vape. And I knew just where to do it. I had found the perfect spot in these bushes behind the gym. No one went back there.

  “Remember, Chapter 2 needs to be read by the end of the week,” Professor Samuels said, her black hair spilling about her shoulders, a lush smile on her lips. There were all sorts of rumors about her. That she fucked her nephew, Clint. That he fucked his sisters and his cousins.

  Well, everyone knew he fucked his cousin Melody. He had knocked her and Pam Hiragawa up last year. The man had strutted around school with both of them on his arm, a huge grin on his lips. I mean, who wouldn't strut if you had two hotties on your arms. Two girls that let you fuck them together. The fun he must have.

  This wasn't helping my cock out.

  “James, I hope you do better on the next quiz,” Professor Samuels said as I walked out, flashing me a grin.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, giving her a nod, my mouth suddenly dry. I didn't know what else to say to her. Those tits... They just swayed back and forth. I swear she wasn't wearing a bra. I knew who I was fapping to the moment I got home.

  I moved quickly through the halls of my college, heading down the stairs to the first floor, moving through the tide of students as I headed away from the cafeteria. My stomach growled, but I could eat after I vaped. Ten minutes of peace from the stress of the class. I had a great vanilla-cherry juice already loaded in my vape pen. The nicotine rush would be amazing.

  It was almost as good as jacking off.

  I burst out the back
doors of the school, walking casually across the field. I figured if I walked casually and didn't look like I was sneaking, no one would think it was weird or anything. I nodded to a few classmates as they crossed the field from the gym, heading into the main building I just departed. I walked calmly. I had every right to walk in this direction.

  My heart thudded quickly. I still felt like I was doing something wrong. Well, okay, I was doing something wrong. Cigarettes, even e-cigarettes, were not allowed on campus. I mean, I get real cigarettes. Second-hand smoke was nasty. Those things would kill you. But vaping was something else. Something pure. It didn't have all those carcinogens, and there were no health risks to others around you. Or even to myself. But some people saw it as the same as cigarettes.

  Narrow-minded idiots.

  I moved behind the gym. Here I paused, looking around if anyone saw me. Then I headed into the thick bushes. They were rhododendrons with broad, green leaves. In the spring, they would bloom with large, colorful flowers. But they were perfect to keep me hidden. And there was a little path that moved back here leading to old beer cans.

  I wasn't the only student who had ever discovered this perfect spot.

  It was peaceful in here. I could just see glimpses of the world outside. I pulled out my phone, popped in my earbuds, and put on nice, mellow R&B. Grooving, I pulled out my vape pen and turned it on. That first inhalation was wonderful. I drew the atomized vapor into my lungs, tasting the vanilla and cherry. I held it then exhaled, my body already tingling.

  The nicotine relaxed away all the annoyance of school. I knew school was important, but, damn, it could be stressful. But this... This was heaven. I stared at the green leaves, listening to R. Kelly's crooning. I took another puff as the wind rustled. It was a nice, September day.

  I exhaled the atomized vapor right into the face of my younger sister, Jenny.

  I jumped in shock, ripping the earbuds out, the sounds of the real world intruding with a violence, staring at Jenny. My younger sister was only an inch or so shorter than me, I had only recently gained height on her after her growth spurt a few years ago, and she had the same shade of soft-brown hair as mine. Though hers was longer, falling down her back, held back from her face by a pink headband. She wore long-sleeved, high-necked blouse that looked far too conservative for any eighteen-year-old girl to wear, white tights clad her legs descending from beneath her knee-length skirt.

  “Jesus, Jenny,” I gasped. “What the fuck?”

  “What the fudge is that?” she arched an eyebrow, glancing at my e-cig. “This is what you're sneaking off to do? Geez, James, are you an idiot?”

  I scowled at my sister. “It's just vaping. Fuck, Jenny, it's not a big deal.”

  “Big deal?” She arched her eyebrows in a convincing version of Mom's disapproval. “You're smoking.”

  “An e-cigarette. It's not the same thing as the real ones.”

  “There's still nicotine in them! Mom will freak out.”

  Mom would freak out. She was a doctor and was always going on and on about healthy living and treating our bodies right so we can have long, productive lives. “It's not like real cigarettes. They're healthy.” I took a puff, savoring the cherry-vanilla flavor. “Here, try it. You'll like it.”

  “I'm not trying that, James.”

  She was acting just like mom, saying my name, putting on a show of disapproval. I was about to shrug and tell her to scram when my stomach twisted in fear. “Are you going to tell Mom?”

  “I should tell Mom.” She glanced at the vape pen. “You shouldn't have that at all. And it's against the school rules. No wonder you're sneaking around.”

  “And you just had to follow me?” I asked, anger swelling through me. This was stupid. I shouldn't get mad. Not when I had to convince her to keep my e-cig a secret. That was what I should be doing. “You just had to be nosy.”

  “I care about you.”

  Right. Her false concern turned my anger to a higher heat. “You just like to stick your nose into other people's business. You've always been a tattletale.”

  She flushed.

  “You're really going to tell Mom, aren't you?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Well?”

  “Why shouldn't I tell her?” she asked, her blue eyes meeting mine. People said we had the same shade of irises. Hers were deeply blue right now, a sparkling ocean that was arresting. My dick throbbed.

  Clint fucks his sisters.

  The thought wormed through my mind, rising out of the primitive depths as I stared at my sister. She had a pretty face, her eighteen-year-old body losing the gangly awkwardness of adolescence. She wore loose blouses to hide her developing breasts. I had seen her in bras and panties. She was blossoming.

  My dick ached badly, still hard from Professor Samuels's lush breasts she had been showing off to the class with that low-cut blouse. And now my sister's eyes, the color in her cheeks, the plump pinkness of her lips was sending my hormones skyrocketing. My heart beat faster and faster.

  “Give me a reason not to tell her,” Jenny said, her voice softening. “Something that you could...do for me?”

  “Chores?” I asked, my heart racing. Damn, what kind of pervert wanted to kiss his own sister? I was just so horny, and she was here, and we were in private. It would be so easy to lean forward an inch or two and kiss her.

  “Not chores,” she said, squirming.

  “You're better at schoolwork than me,” I said. “So it can't be that. What?”

  She licked those lips, her entire body trembling.

  “Big brother, what are we doing back here?” a familiar, girlish voice asked.

  Both of us jumped, our heads whipping to look at the back of the gym. Through the dense leaves, two figures moved. My heart leapt into my throat. Shame flushed over me for lusting after my sister. I felt like Jenny and I had just been caught actually doing something inappropriate, like we actually had been kissing.

  “What do you think we're doing back here, princess?” a male voice asked.

  I knew both those voices. The girlish voice was Alicia. She was in my PE class last year and this year we shared a math class. She dressed like she was ten in frilly, pink dresses, her light-brown hair in pigtails, her body petite. She hardly had tits at all, flat as a board. Even her glasses only made you think she was too young for college.

  The other voice had to be Clint, her older brother.

  “Do you need your little sister to take care of you, big brother?” Alicia asked, her voice so high-pitched, girlish. She had to speak that way on purpose.

  “Always,” Clint answered. I could see them clearly through a gap in the leaves. He was tall with a build of someone who played sports. He wore jeans, his dark hair short, combed. Jenny leaned against me, peering through the same gap.

  She shifted then gasped as Clint leaned down and kissed his younger sister on the lips.

  “Oh, my god,” Jenny whispered. “What's going on? She's a kid.”

  “Yeah, she's in my year,” I answered. “She's nineteen. She just looks young and that's...”

  “She called him big brother. Are they roleplaying?”

  I shook my head, watching in shock as Clint kissed Alicia hard. Her body was almost hidden by his, but her arms were clasped behind his neck, and I could hear the appreciative mewls she made. His hands slid down her sides, holding her.

  “He's not really her brother?” Jenny hissed. “Right?”

  “He is,” I groaned. “That's Clint Ellison. Last year, he knocked up his cousin Melody and he's always hanging around with his sisters and cousins. Like he has a harem or something. Rumor has it he even fucks his Aunt, Professor Samuels.”

  “My history professor?” gasped Jenny.

  “Shhh,” I hissed, cheeks burning, cock throbbing. “Don't let them hear us.”

  “He really does things with his family?”

  “He's doing it right now,” I groaned, my mouth dry. It was exciting hearing him kiss his sister. My dick
throbbed from the way she moaned, loving her brother's kiss.

  Would Jenny moan like that if I kissed her.

  Jenny's hips brushed mine as she wiggled. Her cheeks were crimson, her lips so wet, her eyes wide as she watched. I kept glancing at her, watching her hands rub at her skirt. My dick ached and throbbed harder and harder. I wanted to do something.

  “Mmm, your lips are sweet,” Clint groaned, breaking the kiss. “But I bet you have even sweeter lips.”

  “I do, big brother,” moaned Alicia. “Kissing you made me so tingly...down there.”

  “Down where?”

  “My cunny... Kissing you made my cunny all tingly and wet...” She let out another mewling moan. “Big brother, please, can you help me? I need it.”

  “Need what? To cum?” Alicia didn't answer but Clint laughed. Maybe she nodded her head. “You want your big brother to eat your pussy?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

  “What was that, princess?”

  “Yes!”

  “Oh, my gosh,” Jenny moaned beside me. “Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. This can't be. That's his sister. Oh, that's...” She clamped her jaw shut, squirming more, her hands rubbing on her skirt.

  Mine rubbed on my jeans, my palms sweaty. I wanted to slide upward to my bulging crotch, to rub myself as I watched Clint fall to his knees before his little sister. She wore a frilly, pink dress today with a knee-length skirt. It was so cutesy. Like something Jenny had worn when she was in grade school.

  And then Clint pushed up Alicia's skirt, his hands sliding up his little sister's pale thighs. The skirt rose higher and higher. My breath caught. My heart beat. I could see all of Alicia right now, Clint kneeling just to the side of her. She trembled, her innocent face twisting. She bit her lip, looking so cute.

  “She's not wearing panties,” gasped Jenny.

  My eyes widened. Clint had pushed Alicia's skirt up over her hips. There, between her thighs, was a shaved pussy, her slit girlish tight, beads of juices glistening on her plump vulva. I groaned. She looked so innocent but was shaved and didn't even bother wearing panties beneath her dress.