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  Incestuous Harem

  Collection 4

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2016 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Incestuous Harem Collection 4”

  The squeaking of bedsprings brought me out of my groggy sleep. I was buried under my blankets, trying to keep the sunlight streaming through my window away so I could sleep. I groaned when I glanced at my alarm clock.

  9:42 AM was too early to wake up. Not when I didn't fall asleep until after 5 AM. But I couldn't relax. I was struggling to understand what was up with my mom last night. It was like she wanted me to fuck Clint. Which was ridiculous.

  He was just a kid. My little brother. Yeah, he was playing doctor with Melody, but she was his age. They were both children.

  The bedsprings creaked louder and louder. I groaned, rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. My room was right beneath Clint's in the attic. What the fuck was he doing up there? Bouncing on his bed? What was he, six again?

  “Yes, yes, yes, eat me,” a girl moaned from above.

  I blinked. “Eat me?” I whispered. And then my eyes widened. My cheeks burned. Was Clint and Melody...?

  The bed creaking grew louder and louder, like my ears, alerted by my brain to their hanky-panky, had focused on the sounds coming through the ceiling, amplifying them in my mind. The rhythmic squeaking, the throaty moans of a girl in passion, the grunts of a guy.

  “You're so tight,” Clint moaned. “So damned tight. Love your pussy.”

  “Jesus,” I whispered, “he's plowing Melody. Isn't he afraid Mom will catch him?”

  “Oh, wow! Oh, yes! Jam that tongue in my pussy,” Melody moaned. “Oh, you're so good at it. I love it.”

  Melody sounded so girlish when she had her pussy eaten. Flashes of my brother appeared in my mind, naked, muscular. I blinked at that. I knew my brother was muscular the same way I knew the sky was blue. It wasn't something I really noticed until it was pointed out. He filled out those t-shirts he wore the same way Dad did, his body toned, strong.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  In my imagination, he was between Melody's thighs, eating out my blonde cousin, her sleek legs about his head, his finger reaming over and over into her pussy, feeling how tight she was. His muscular back rippled as he devoured Melody, licking her, fingering her, making her round breasts bounce.

  “Shit,” I groaned, the heat shooting through my body.

  Melody was cute. I had noticed, but never really noticed. Not like I would with another girl. I bit my lip, trying to focus on my cousin and not Clint, but he kept intruding. His ass was muscular, toned, perfect for grabbing when being fucked.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I was gay. Yes, I had a thing for Dad once, but Stefani cured me of it when he rejected me. I went to my best friend to cry after I put myself out there for Dad, and Stefani showed me a better world. Soft, feminine.

  So why was Clint violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?

  My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed blinds.

  “You love it, don't you?” Clint moaned above. “You love my cock!”

  “I do!” Melody answered, her voice sounding throatier than it had moments ago.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Big Sis Plays with Her Toys

  Incestuous Harem 10

  by

  Reed James

  Big Sis Plays with Her Toys

  Cheryl Elliston

  “Hi, Mom,” my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. “About what?”

  Zoey thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asleep waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Clint's harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Lee. Tonight, Clint shared his bedroom with Melody and Alison. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.

  It was so cute.

  No, I need to focus on Zoey. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn't have college tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.

  “Come sit beside me,” I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Clinton was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.

  Or yearn for another man of the house.

  “It's late, Mom,” Zoey complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.

  But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Zoey did not believe in underwear of any sort.

  “It's never too late to talk to your mother,” I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn't my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.

  And Zoey was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Clint as a boy. A Squirt.

  “What is this about, Mom?” She tensed again, hands folded before her.

  I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn't belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Zoey's. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn't only Daddy's attention she wanted.

  But Mommy's.

  “How are you doing?” I asked her. “You're out so late. Working hard?”

  “We need the
money, Mom,” she said. “I'll have more when I get paid next week.”

  I nodded my head. “That's not what I meant. I feel like we haven't talked since...”

  “Dad died?” She folded her arms, leaning back. “Well, that's been hard. You've kinda...”

  “Checked out.” I smiled at her. “Drank a little too much wine.” Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Clint forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. “I've been a bad mom, I know. It's just...”

  “You miss him.” Zoey relaxed. “I miss him, too. But he's gone and... And we just have to move on with life.”

  I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. “And it must have been hard on you.”

  “It was hard on everyone,” Zoey snorted. “Alicia vanished into her room, Lee thought she could do whatever the fuck...fudge she wanted, and Clint... Clint thinks he has to be a man now.”

  “He's nineteen. That makes him a man.”

  Zoey rolled her eyes. “The Squirt doesn't have the balls to be a man.”

  “He spanked Lee today, and made her clean up her mess.”

  My daughter blinked her dark eyes.

  I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. “He's a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He's putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it.”

  “Melody's doing, right?” Zoey said. “Gave him...encouragement.”

  I nodded my head. “I think so. But Alicia's opening up, and Lee's learning she can't be a brat any longer.” I laughed. “I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Cindy was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you.”

  “I was working.” She folded her arms again, pulling back.

  “And you're still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that's okay. I understand. It's normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house.”

  Zoey stiffened. Her face paled.

  “He told me. After you tried your seduction.”

  “Oh, god.” Zoey's breathing quickened.

  I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. “Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You're still aching to be taken by him. And that's okay, honey. It's perfectly natural.”

  “Jesus, Mom,” Zoey said. “I tried to seduce Dad, and you're okay with it?”

  “Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge...” A shiver ran through me. Clint was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. “So there's nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.

  “Even if he's your brother.”

  Zoey blinked. “What? I thought we were talking about Dad.”

  “We were. But there's a new man of the house.” I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. “And the way you dress... He notices. He appreciates.”

  “I don't dress this way for Squirt,” she spluttered. “I mean, gross. He's my little brother.”

  “Who's grown into a man.” I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. “When you're ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose.”

  And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Clint and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn't a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.

  Clinton turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Clint's. Zoey, Melody, Alicia, and Lee. All for his son. “I had two sisters to love,” Clinton once told me as he watched Clint and Melody play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. “He could have four.”

  He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master's dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.

  * * *

  Zoey Elliston

  The squeaking of bedsprings brought me out of my groggy sleep. I was buried under my blankets, trying to keep the sunlight streaming through my window away so I could sleep. I groaned when I glanced at my alarm clock.

  9:42 AM was too early to wake up. Not when I didn't fall asleep until after 5 AM. But I couldn't relax. I was struggling to understand what was up with my mom last night. It was like she wanted me to fuck Clint. Which was ridiculous.

  He was just a kid. My little brother. Yeah, he was playing doctor with Melody, but she was his age. They were both children.

  The bedsprings creaked louder and louder. I groaned, rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. My room was right beneath Clint's in the attic. What the fuck was he doing up there? Bouncing on his bed? What was he, six again?

  “Yes, yes, yes, eat me,” a girl moaned from above.

  I blinked. “Eat me?” I whispered. And then my eyes widened. My cheeks burned. Was Clint and Melody...?

  The bed creaking grew louder and louder, like my ears, alerted by my brain to their hanky-panky, had focused on the sounds coming through the ceiling, amplifying them in my mind. The rhythmic squeaking, the throaty moans of a girl in passion, the grunts of a guy.

  “You're so tight,” Clint moaned. “So damned tight. Love your pussy.”

  “Jesus,” I whispered, “he's plowing Melody. Isn't he afraid Mom will catch him?”

  “Oh, wow! Oh, yes! Jam that tongue in my pussy,” Melody moaned. “Oh, you're so good at it. I love it.”

  Melody sounded so girlish when she had her pussy eaten. Flashes of my brother appeared in my mind, naked, muscular. I blinked at that. I knew my brother was muscular the same way I knew the sky was blue. It wasn't something I really noticed until it was pointed out. He filled out those t-shirts he wore the same way Dad did, his body toned, strong.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  In my imagination, he was between Melody's thighs, eating out my blonde cousin, her sleek legs about his head, his finger reaming over and over into her pussy, feeling how tight she was. His muscular back rippled as he devoured Melody, licking her, fingering her, making her round breasts bounce.

  “Shit,” I groaned, the heat shooting through my body.

  Melody was cute. I had noticed, but never really noticed. Not like I would with another girl. I bit my lip, trying to focus on my cousin and not Clint, but he kept intruding. His ass was muscular, toned, perfect for grabbing when being fucked.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I was gay. Yes, I had a thing for Dad once, but Stefani cured me of it when he rejected me. I went to my best friend to cry after I put myself out there for Dad, and Stefani showed me a better world. Soft, feminine.

  So why was Clint violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?

  My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed blinds.

  “You love it, don't you?” Clint moaned above. “You love my cock!”

  “I do!” Melody answered, her voice sounding throatier than it had moments ago.

  “Yes, yes, yes. So good! I'm going to cum,” Melody then screamed, her voice girlish again, like she was bouncing between being a woman and a girl as Clint fucked her. “It's so good.”

  “Shit,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. I had to do something about it.

  I reached out
to my nightstand and fumbled open a drawer. I shoved my hand in, knocking aside one dildo as I struggled to grab the first toy I could. I had a few in there—a rubbery, anatomically correct dildo; a silver vibrator; a blue gel dildo with little bumps; and a pink vibrator with clit tongues.

  I grabbed the fleshy dildo. I pulled it out. The cock was thick and hard, the tip painted pink, the rest a beige, skin color. I licked the tip, getting it wet as I squirmed. My pussy was dripping. I didn't need it, but I couldn't stop myself.

  That's how you suck cock, Clint said in my imagination, grinning down at me. His muscular chest rippled in my imagination as he seized my brassy hair. You worship the man of the house's cock just like that.

  “Fuck,” I grunted, pulling the dildo from my lips. What was wrong with me?

  I closed my eyes, picturing Stefani wearing the dildo as a strap-on, her fiery hair spilling about her shoulders, her breasts round, nipples pierced by gold rings. She licked her lips, tongue stud flashing as she knelt between me.

  I'm going to fuck you so hard, Clint whispered. I'm going to make my big sis cum.

  “No, Stefani,” I panted, pushing the dildo against my pussy. I tried to make her say those words, but they always came out in Clint's voice.

  When had his voice grown so deep? So manly?

  “Stefani,” I gasped, trying to force my fantasy to obey as I pushed the dildo into me. Above, the bed creaked louder and louder. He was really fucking Melody. “Fuck me. Pound me.”

  As hard as I'm fucking Melody? Clint asked me. Because I will, big sis.

  I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on the dildo's girth. I gripped the base, made to look like dangling balls, and drove it in and out of my pussy, fucking my cunt as hard as Clint fucked Melody. Gasps and moans echoed from above the room, both of them grunting and groaning their pleasure.

  Stefani and Clint wavered in my mind, swapping back and forth as I reamed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I tried to force my fantasy to be Stefani, but she never stayed for more than a second, replaced by Clint's muscular body, his dark eyes looking down at me.