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  Incestuous Harem

  Collection 6

  by

  Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Incestuous Harem Collection 6”

  “Where could your sister be working that she would be embarrassed?” Pam asked. The Japanese—well, half-Japanese, though you couldn't tell—girl gave me a curious look. She was slim and petite, though her round breasts filled out her blouse nicely. And that skirt looked sexy on her frame, exposing a few inches of her dusky-olive thighs.

  “I don't know,” Clint said as we reached Pam's car. Clint clenched his fists tight. His teeth ground. He really was furious at her deception.

  And he had every right to be. Zoey agreed to the rules of the harem. To obey Clint. She didn't have to be his sex slave like Lee or my mom or Clint's mother, but she still had to be submissive to him like I was, or Pam and Alicia were.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  My half-brother was a tall nineteen-year-old, his body filling out with muscles, his shoulders broad, chin chiseled, giving his face such a strong, commanding profile. He leaned against the car, taking deep breaths as he gain control over his anger.

  “And you're so horny, Master,” Lee said, moving up to him. She reached out, rubbing his crotch. “It was so bad of Zoey not to be here to offer up her girlfriend to satiate you, Master.”

  Clint grunted. And then his eyes latched on me. They were dark but burned with desire. A wave of heat went through me, my pussy growing wetter—I held a load of my brother's cum in my nineteen-year-old snatch. My nipples hardened, pressing at my tight shirt. I wore no bra so everyone could see them.

  His head snapped around the parking lot. We were around back, parked along the side of another store, half-hidden on this side. People bustled through the rest of the parking lot, heading to their cars, some from the Dairy Queen, others from the surrounding businesses. Other cars navigated the parking lot.

  My eyes widened in realization. I trembled. Would he order me to do it?

  “Melody, bend over the hood of the car,” he said, eyes so commanding.

  “Yes,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. A wave of feverish heat rushed through me. He had to satiate his lust and anger, to relieve himself.

  And I was thrilled how he was doing it.

  I rushed past Pam and Lee to the hood of her car, bending over the blue body. I braced my elbows on the hood, wiggling my ass in the tight skinny jeans I wore. Lee, standing beside me, grinned and smacked my ass.

  “Enjoy her, Master. She's such a slut. She loves showing off.”

  I did.

  Clint seized Lee's breast, squeezing hard. She gasped. His finger found her nipple through her top, pinching it so hard, her legs buckled. “You're the only slut here. She's your queen. You will talk to her with respect.”

  “Yes...Master,” Lee gasped, eyes wide, body shuddering. “Sorry, Master.”

  “Apologize to her.” Clint twisted harder.

  Lee squeaked in pain, but I knew her pussy would also be molten with passion. She got off on pain and humiliation. Her head whipped around, her brown eyes glossy with lust as she moaned, “Sorry, Mistress, for calling you a slut. I am a piece of filth. A true slut. I beg your forgiveness.”

  “This time,” I said, narrowing my eyes. Only Clint and Pam could call me a slut. And maybe Alicia, though I doubt she ever would.

  “Good,” Clint said, releasing her nipple. Then he glanced at me, smiling, “Drop those jeans and panties... Slut.”

  The smile on his lips made me shiver. “Such a perv,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Fine. I'll indulge you.”

  His smile grew tight, warning me. I loved toeing the line with my teasing. I shoved my hands down beneath me and the car, finding the fastener to my jeans. My pussy clenched as it popped open. I glanced at all the people walking by.

  Any one of them could look over and spot us. I wiggled my hips while Pam gasped. My sodden panties came into view. The scent of sex—salty cum and my sweet pussy—filled my nose as my jeans dropped down my pale thighs. I shivered, the afternoon turning into evening. It was fall, and nights were getting cold. Soon, I wouldn't be able to have this sort of fun outside.

  What a shame.

  I shoved down my panties, Clint right behind me. I felt his eyes on me. Mine were locked on the passing pedestrians. Many walked in such a hurry, not looking around the parking lot or were staring at their phones, oblivious to a barely legal girl naked from the waist down about to be fucked by her half-brother.

  “You're really going to fuck her out here?” Pam asked in shock.

  “Of course he is,” Lee said. “Mistress is such an exhibitionist. Don't you remember this morning?”

  “Well, I know that,” Pam said, biting her lip and looking around. “But...people might see.”

  “I know,” I said.

  Then Clint's zipper rasped. His fastener snapped. Jeans rustled. I groaned, unable to look back, fixating on all the people who might see me. Would it be the business woman hurrying towards the drug store? The construction worker, his jeans stained with paint? The hipster with his fake glasses and jeans skinnier than mine? The goth girl with every inch of her face pierced?

  I moaned loud and wanton as Clint rubbed his cock on my pussy lips. “Yes, yes, fuck me. Pound me. I love it, Clint.”

  “Such a perv,” he said, the tip of his cock nudging my clit.

  “You would know.”

  “Oh, my god,” Pam said, her voice strained.

  “It'll be okay,” Clint said and then he thrust into me.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Big Sis is Punished

  Incestuous Harem 16

  by

  Reed James

  Big Sis is Punished

  Melody Samuels

  I followed Clint out of the Dairy Queen in absolute shock. What was going on? Our older sister, Zoey, claimed to be working at this Dairy Queen for weeks with her best friend, and lover, Stefani. She was supposed to be working right now. After our hot orgy with Pam's mom—and the even hotter revelation that Ms. Hiragawa was one of Dad's lovers and that Pam was his daughter—we had come to the Dairy Queen to eat dinner, see Zoey, and maybe have fun.

  I know Clint was hard and eager to fuck Stefani. The redhead had been Zoey's best friend since they were kids. She had hung around the house, teasing Clint with her sexy body as much as Zoey had. And since Zoey joined the harem last night, he was eager to add Stefani. I knew she wanted it.r />
  “Where the fuck is she at?” Clint fumed. “You heard her this morning. 'I have to work tonight.' That's what she told me.”

  “I know,” I said. “Why would she lie about it?”

  “She must be embarrassed about where she's actually working,” chortled Lee.

  My bratty, younger sister skipped up, her short, black hair bouncing about her shoulders. With her lean, athletic build and mischievous face, it made her look elfin, even pixyish. She found it so amusing that Zoey was in so much trouble.

  “Where could your sister be working that she would be embarrassed?” Pam asked. The Japanese—well, half-Japanese, though you couldn't tell—girl gave me a curious look. She was slim and petite, though her round breasts filled out her blouse nicely. And that skirt looked sexy on her frame, exposing a few inches of her dusky-olive thighs.

  “I don't know,” Clint said as we reached Pam's car. Clint clenched his fists tight. His teeth ground. He really was furious at her deception.

  And he had every right to be. Zoey agreed to the rules of the harem. To obey Clint. She didn't have to be his sex slave like Lee or my mom or Clint's mother, but she still had to be submissive to him like I was, or Pam and Alicia were.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  My half-brother was a tall nineteen-year-old, his body filling out with muscles, his shoulders broad, chin chiseled, giving his face such a strong, commanding profile. He leaned against the car, taking deep breaths as he gain control over his anger.

  “And you're so horny, Master,” Lee said, moving up to him. She reached out, rubbing his crotch. “It was so bad of Zoey not to be here to offer up her girlfriend to satiate you, Master.”

  Clint grunted. And then his eyes latched on me. They were dark but burned with desire. A wave of heat went through me, my pussy growing wetter—I held a load of my brother's cum in my nineteen-year-old snatch. My nipples hardened, pressing at my tight shirt. I wore no bra so everyone could see them.

  His head snapped around the parking lot. We were around back, parked along the side of another store, half-hidden on this side. People bustled through the rest of the parking lot, heading to their cars, some from the Dairy Queen, others from the surrounding businesses. Other cars navigated the parking lot.

  My eyes widened in realization. I trembled. Would he order me to do it?

  “Melody, bend over the hood of the car,” he said, eyes so commanding.

  “Yes,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. A wave of feverish heat rushed through me. He had to satiate his lust and anger, to relieve himself.

  And I was thrilled how he was doing it.

  I rushed past Pam and Lee to the hood of her car, bending over the blue body. I braced my elbows on the hood, wiggling my ass in the tight skinny jeans I wore. Lee, standing beside me, grinned and smacked my ass.

  “Enjoy her, Master. She's such a slut. She loves showing off.”

  I did.

  Clint seized Lee's breast, squeezing hard. She gasped. His finger found her nipple through her top, pinching it so hard, her legs buckled. “You're the only slut here. She's your queen. You will talk to her with respect.”

  “Yes...Master,” Lee gasped, eyes wide, body shuddering. “Sorry, Master.”

  “Apologize to her.” Clint twisted harder.

  Lee squeaked in pain, but I knew her pussy would also be molten with passion. She got off on pain and humiliation. Her head whipped around, her brown eyes glossy with lust as she moaned, “Sorry, Mistress, for calling you a slut. I am a piece of filth. A true slut. I beg your forgiveness.”

  “This time,” I said, narrowing my eyes. Only Clint and Pam could call me a slut. And maybe Alicia, though I doubt she ever would.

  “Good,” Clint said, releasing her nipple. Then he glanced at me, smiling, “Drop those jeans and panties... Slut.”

  The smile on his lips made me shiver. “Such a perv,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Fine. I'll indulge you.”

  His smile grew tight, warning me. I loved toeing the line with my teasing. I shoved my hands down beneath me and the car, finding the fastener to my jeans. My pussy clenched as it popped open. I glanced at all the people walking by.

  Any one of them could look over and spot us. I wiggled my hips while Pam gasped. My sodden panties came into view. The scent of sex—salty cum and my sweet pussy—filled my nose as my jeans dropped down my pale thighs. I shivered, the afternoon turning into evening. It was fall, and nights were getting cold. Soon, I wouldn't be able to have this sort of fun outside.

  What a shame.

  I shoved down my panties, Clint right behind me. I felt his eyes on me. Mine were locked on the passing pedestrians. Many walked in such a hurry, not looking around the parking lot or were staring at their phones, oblivious to a barely legal girl naked from the waist down about to be fucked by her half-brother.

  “You're really going to fuck her out here?” Pam asked in shock.

  “Of course he is,” Lee said. “Mistress is such an exhibitionist. Don't you remember this morning?”

  “Well, I know that,” Pam said, biting her lip and looking around. “But...people might see.”

  “I know,” I said.

  Then Clint's zipper rasped. His fastener snapped. Jeans rustled. I groaned, unable to look back, fixating on all the people who might see me. Would it be the business woman hurrying towards the drug store? The construction worker, his jeans stained with paint? The hipster with his fake glasses and jeans skinnier than mine? The goth girl with every inch of her face pierced?

  I moaned loud and wanton as Clint rubbed his cock on my pussy lips. “Yes, yes, fuck me. Pound me. I love it, Clint.”

  “Such a perv,” he said, the tip of his cock nudging my clit.

  “You would know.”

  “Oh, my god,” Pam said, her voice strained.

  “It'll be okay,” Clint said and then he thrust into me.

  I gasped, “Yes!” as his dick rammed into my sloppy depths. My brother's cock filled me. In public. Where anyone could see me. “Fuck me!”

  I wasn't quiet. I moaned, his flesh slapping hard against my ass. My cheeks jiggled while the car's shocks groaned. It rocked from the force of Clint's thrusts. His hands gripped my hips as he grunted, pounding me, taking out his frustration with Zoey on my tight snatch.

  And it was wonderful. Amazing. Stupendous.

  The pleasure rushed through me, meeting the exhilarating thrill of being fucked in public. I wanted to yank off my top as I rocked back into his thrusts. I let out loud moans. A girl glanced over at me, her eyes widening. I winked at her.

  She let out a nervous giggle as she hurried to her car.

  “She's watching you,” Clint growled. “Damn, your pussy clenched so hard when she saw you.”

  “It was sooooo hot,” I moaned, my clit throbbing, slapped by his balls. He fucked me harder, faster. “Oh, god, I'm such an exhibitionist slut.”

  “Yes,” he growled. “Isn't she, Pam?”

  “I guess,” Pam said.

  “I am!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck me!”

  The girl glanced over at me again as she reached her car. I let out another moan. She giggled again and climbed into her car. It was so hot to be seen, watched. I bet she was so envious of me. That she wanted to be me, bent over her car and fucked by such a hot, young stud.

  I bucked back harder into Clint, the friction burning in my pussy. He was so thick, fucking so deep into me. I loved it. I gasped louder and louder, moaning, panting, screaming out my pleasure. It built so fast in me.

  “Oh, god, Clint,” I groaned. “I'm going to cum.”

  “Already?” Pam gasped.

  “She's an exhibitionist...” Lee trailed off. “Um, enthusiast.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Clint, oh, god, I love you. Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”

  “Slutty perv,” he growled and his hand slapped down on my ass. “Cum. Let them all hear you. Let them all know you're such a slut!”

  “Yes!”

  Cl
int slammed into my pussy. His balls smacked hard into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I bucked, shuddered. My pussy clenched down so hard on his dick. I gasped, my back arching as the friction shivered through me.

  Everything swirled through me: his cock pumping in my hot cunt already full of his incestuous seed; his balls smacking my clit; his hand spanking my ass again; and the thrill sparked by the middle-aged man who paused in his walk to look at me, his wife continuing on. His jaw dropped. He stared at me being fucked.

  “Yes!” I howled and came. “I'm cumming!”

  The wife paused, glancing over. Her face paled. She glanced back at her husband as he stared in shock at me. My pussy spasmed about Clint's cock. My back arched. Rapture flooded through my body. They were both watching me cum.

  “I'm cumming on my brother's cock!” I screamed.

  The woman mouthed “brother.” Her eyes were so wide. The bag of food in her hand fell to the ground.

  My pussy writhed about Clint's cock. This was so wild. So hot. This was the best sex ever. I thrashed, my brain boiling with endorphins. They surged through me. My eyes fluttered. I groaned and gasped, my cunt milking his cock.

  “Cum in me, brother,” I moaned.

  “Yes,” he snarled and buried into me.

  His hands gripped my hips tight. His cock spurted his cum into my spasming depths. My orgasm grew hotter as the couple watched my brother flood me with his seed. Maybe he would breed me tonight. I was nearing the middle of my cycle. I wanted his baby so badly.

  “Breed me,” I groaned. “Oh, yes. Pump all that cum into me. Yes!”

  “Fuck,” Clint groaned. “You are such a perv, sis.”

  “Such a perv,” I moaned, collapsing forward onto the hood of my car. I groaned, squirmed, staring at the couple as they watched in utter shock and maybe lust. The woman's cheeks were now burning, her hips shifting. I could see the bulge in her husband's jeans. I bet he hadn't been so hard in awhile.

  “Jesus,” Clint groaned and pulled his cock out of me. “You are a great fuck, sis.”

  “So are you, bro,” I groaned. “Mmm, I love feeling my brother's cum leak down my thighs.”