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  The friction made my balls boil. Another load of cum built and built in their depths. I shuddered, the bed creaking so loudly as I fucked her. Melody gasped out her pleasure as she humped back, savoring her clit grinding into Alicia's.

  “Oh, your clitty feels so good on mine,” Alicia moaned. “Almost as good as big brother's cock.”

  “Yes, yes, yes, Cupcake,” Melody moaned. “Keep pounding her, Clint! Make her cum!”

  “I'm so close,” Alicia gasped. “Oh, I can't believe this. I'm going to cum with big brother's dick in my bottom.”

  “Yes,” I growled and drove my dick deep into her bowels, fucking her so hard. My arms grew sore holding up my weight. I didn't care. I ignored it, pleasure racing through my body.

  “Big brother!” Alicia squeaked.

  Her bowels spasmed about my dick. I groaned, savoring the wonderful spasm of her asshole writhing about my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. I growled out my pleasure. The cum spurted out of my dick. It flooded her bowels. Thick, hot, creamy jizz splattering into the depths of Alicia's asshole.

  I shuddered, my body heaving. My back arched as I savored her spasming bowels. It was heavenly. My cum flooded my little sister's asshole. I grunted with each blast. The pleasure peaked in me. And then it was over.

  “Fuck,” I panted, rolling off of her, my cock plopping out of her asshole.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Melody squealed. “Oh, yes, keep grinding on my clit, Alicia. I... Yes, Cupcake!”

  Melody thrashed as she orgasm, clutching to Alicia. She looked so tiny on Melody even though there wasn't much difference in their height. But Alicia's pigtails made her seem so girlish. Her passion squeaking mewls instead of Melody's throaty moans.

  “Damn, that was good,” I said, rolling off the bed and sinking into the computer chair. I grabbed my phone and sent out a group text to all my women.

  A moment later, Lee texted back. “She didn't stay for the entire performance. She bolted out before you started on Alicia's ass. Boy, she screamed so loud. Heard her on the first floor when you buggered her, Master.”

  “Damn,” I panted, reading Lee's text. “Zoey left the house before I broke in your ass, Princess.”

  My phone chirped again. Another text from Lee. “But Zoey was freaked out and disheveled. I heard her moaning, too. Masturbating while you were fucking Melody. You turned her on, Master.”

  “That's good, Sir,” came the text from Mom. “Means it's working.”

  Melody held up her phone, reading the answers while Alicia just snuggled on top of her. “Good,” Melody texted, “she needs to be so wet for Clint.”

  I nodded my head and sent one more text.

  * * *

  Vicky Samuels

  I darted up the stairs, my naked tits bouncing before me. I felt like such a young girl as I burst into Clint's attic bedroom. My Master had summoned me with his final text. I licked my lips as he pushed back his computer chair from his desk.

  I crawled beneath it, turned around. It was cramped as he slid back in. But I didn't care. I had been summoned to please my master. I licked at his dick, nuzzling against his shaft, savoring my niece's sour ass on it. I had to clean his dick, suck off all of Alicia's asshole.

  It was so wonderfully humiliating.

  Clint typed on his keyboard, ignoring me. I was just an object. A thing to clean his dick. My pussy clenched. I savored it. My tongue traveled up his dick, swirling about the crown of his cock before engulfing the tip and sucking hard. I loved that sour flavor of ass.

  Clint grunted, his dick throbbing hard in my mouth.

  “What're you doing, Clint?” Melody asked, her voice thick with satisfaction. My eldest daughter didn't even acknowledged my presence. I was just an object to her, too.

  God, my pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I had to clean my Master's dick.

  “Job search,” Clint said. “I'm the man of the house. I need to start contributing. Zoey and Mom and Aunt Slut can't do it all.”

  Aunt Slut. My pussy clenched again. Juices dripped down my thighs. I was the coolest aunt ever. What other aunt would suck her nephew's cock clean of her niece's ass?

  None.

  “That's a good idea,” Melody said. “Maybe I should get one, too. And Lee. That girl has too much energy.”

  “Something dirty for her,” Alicia giggled.

  “We could have her sell her ass on the street corner,” Melody suggested jokingly.

  “Only I get to fuck her slutty cunt,” Clint growled. “I own that brat.”

  I shivered at how strong he was. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. His computer mouse clicked as he browsed the internet, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Salty precum joined the taste of Alicia's sour asshole.

  “Well, here's a job. The Hiragawa Drugstore's hiring for a few part-time employees,” Clint said. “That's close to here.”

  “Isn't that the place owned by Pam's mother?”

  My eyes widened. Pam Hiragawa was my treat for Clint. Yesterday, after the debate tournament—in addition to teaching history, I coached the debate team that Pam was a member—I had seduced her, licked her pussy, and told her to suck Clint's cock at school tomorrow.

  I think she would do it. Clint, like his father, had a thing for Asians. And I wanted to be the coolest aunt ever.

  “I think so,” Clint answered.

  “Oh, so you want a crack at Pam's ass?” Melody asked.

  “Jealous?” Clint asked.

  “Only if you don't share,” Melody said.

  Alicia giggled.

  “I'll share with you, Melody,” Clint said. “If you remember who's in charge.”

  “You are,” my daughter breathed. “You can fuck all the girls you want, Clint. You can do anything. I'll do anything for you.”

  “Strip naked in the middle of school?”

  “Yes,” Melody breathed. “Oh, yes, I would.”

  Clint's dick throbbed even harder as he typed. “I'm sending in applications for the both us and Lee. Maybe we can talk to Pam, get her to put in a good word with her mom.”

  “And then you can fuck her,” Melody moaned.

  Without warning, Clint's dick erupted into my mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded me. I shuddered, gulping down all the warm, delicious spunk. I shivered as it swirled about my mouth. Then I swallowed my nephew's jizz.

  I loved being his sex slave.

  * * *

  Zoey Elliston

  Stefani answered the door wearing only a long shirt she slept in, her face bleary. I had sped the entire way here. “What is it, Yunie?” she asked as she stared at me, using her nickname for me. “Huh? You can tell me. What's got my unicorn so panicked?”

  “Fuck me, Dandi,” I groaned, using my nickname for her. We had called each other Dandelion and Unicorn, shortened to Dandi and Yunie, since we were kids. We even had the inspirations for our names tattooed on our pubic mounds.

  I loved kissing her dandelion above her pussy.

  “Fuck me right now.”

  “What?” she blinked as I burst into the house. “Yunie?”

  I seized her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. “Your family's at church, right?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Good.”

  I threw open the door to her bedroom and kissed her hard as I walked us to her bed. My tongue danced with hers. Then I shoved her down on the bed. She fell in a curtain of fiery hair. She blinked, shaking her head.

  “Yunie, what's wrong?”

  “Take off that shirt,” I told her, ripping open her panty drawer and snagging the red, gel double-headed dildo. It wiggled as I picked it up. “Then get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck.”

  You. My girlfriend. I was a lesbian. I didn't want Clint.

  “Okay,” she said, pulling off her nightshirt, revealing those round tits, pierced nipples, and the golden dandelion tattooed on her shaved pubic mound right above her pussy. My sweet Dandi. I loved her.

  I didn't ne
ed Clint when I had her. Right?

  I peeled off my shirt and shorts in record time as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her shaved pussy peeked out between her thighs as I knelt on the bed. I leaned in, nuzzling at her pussy, licking, stimulating her, getting her wet.

  I savored her tangy pussy as my tongue delved into her folds. She shivered, her butt-clenching as she wiggled back into me. I licked again and again, getting her wetter and wetter. Her juices flowed as she nuzzled at her clit, sucking hard on the nub.

  Then I shoved one end of the double-headed dildo into her snatch.

  “Yunie!” she gasped as I drove it in deep.

  “I love you, Dandi,” I moaned as I knelt facing away from her. I brought the other end of the dildo to my pussy. It was ribbed, the wonderful bumps sliding into my snatch, stimulating me.

  Clint could never give me this pleasure. Only Stefani.

  My fingers clawed at the sheets as I rocked back, my ass pumping into hers, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. The bed creaked as she rocked back, our butts smacking together over and over as my large tits dangled beneath me.

  I groaned, the pleasure shivering through me. Sometimes the dildo pumped in and out of my cunt, other times my sex gripped it hard, keeping it from sliding much as I worked it in and out of her pussy. Either way, it stirred through my depths, stimulating my snatch, sending pleasure shooting through me.

  “Oh, yes, Yunie,” Stefani moaned. “I love it. Fuck my pussy. Keep rocking back. I want to cum so hard.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, rocking back into her, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure churned in my cunt. “I love it. I'm going to cum so hard.”

  “You're possessed,” she gasped. “Jesus, Yunie, you're fucking me so hard.”

  “I just want to make you cum so hard, Dandi! So hard!”

  “This will do it! Churn my cunt!”

  The pleasure built in me as we rocked back. I savored our butt-cheeks meeting, clapping together, the dildo driven deep into both our cunts, only an inch or two thrusting out. Then we rocked apart, the dildo moving, sliding, stimulating with its ribs.

  Before we rocked back together and buried the toy into each other.

  Over and over we fucked each other. Our hips rocked back faster and faster. The bed creaked. We both moaned, singing out our joy, letting it echo through the room as we pleasured each other. As we drove each other closer and closer to our orgasms. To that wonderful, gasping moment of pure release as we shuddered and came on the same dildo.

  We shared this pleasure. It united us. I didn't need Clint. He could fuck Melody. I had Stefani.

  I didn't need his muscular body. I didn't need his strong hands cupping my tits. I didn't need his hard cock ramming into my body as his weight lay atop me. I didn't need any of that when I had Stefani and all our toys.

  The pleasure built and built. My head snapped back. “Dandi!”

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Cum with me, Yunie! Let's explode! I want to cum with you, my sexy unicorn.”

  “My naughty dandelion,” I moaned. “So sweet. So lovely! Yes!”

  We screamed out together. My pussy spasmed on the dildo as we drove our hips back, our butts smacking hard together. The rubbery toy buried into both our cunts. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. The bliss that I truly craved, available only from my girlfriend. I held onto it for as long as I could.

  And then it retreated.

  I collapsed onto her bed. The dildo slid out of my pussy as Stefani groaned. Then she was behind me, hugging me, holding me, her round breasts pressing in my back. She was so soft and sweet. The opposite of Clint.

  “What's wrong, Yunie?” she asked.

  “I...I masturbated to Clint this morning,” I gasped. “I...I wanted to fuck him.”

  To be continued...

  Virgin Gift

  Incestuous Harem 11

  by

  Reed James

  Virgin Gift

  Zoey Elliston

  My girlfriend, Stefani, held me from behind, her round breasts pressed into my back as I shuddered. The words choked out of my mouth, admitting that I had masturbated this morning to my little brother. The Squirt. I couldn't be attracted to him. I was gay.

  Right?

  I mean, yes, I once wanted to sleep with my dad, but what girl didn't have a crush on the strong, hunky man who raised her? At eighteen, I had tried to seduce him, and it had backfired. He rejected me, gently, and I fled to my best friend Stefani to cry.

  And she showed me who I truly was. She seduced me, made love to me, took my cherry with her fingers. We made such sweet passion. For two years, we had been lovers. Everyone thought we were just close friends. So I couldn't like Clint. He was just my little brother. That annoying boy who swaggered around thinking he was a man. Just because our cousin, Melody, had no taste in men and let Clint stick his small dick in her didn't mean I should.

  “You masturbated to Clint?” Stefani said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice. “And that has you freaked out?”

  “Yes, Dandi,” I said, shivering. Dandi, short for Dandelion, was my private nickname for her. Since kids, we had called each other Dandi and Yunie. It was why I had a unicorn tattooed on my pubic mound and Stefani a bright dandelion. “He's my little brother. How can I find Squirt attractive? He's so annoying.”

  “He's cute,” Stefani giggled. “Growing strong. Looks a lot like your dad.”

  “Dandi,” I groaned. “You can't think he's cute.”

  “Sure I can.” Her hand stroked up and cupped my breast. She nuzzled into my neck. “He's always looking at you. Mmm, the way you dress to tease him.”

  “I don't dress to tease him,” I protested. “I just like tight clothing.”

  “With that sexy cameltoe. Yum. He wants you so bad.” She squeezed my large tit. They were almost as big as Mom's. Maybe even the same size. “He wants to cup these big tits and lick that delicious cameltoe.”

  I squirmed. “What are you saying?”

  “That you dress like you're still trying to get your dad to seduce you. You never gave up on it.”

  “I did. I'm a lesbian now.” I rolled over, my large tits pressing into hers, her nipples rings nudging my hard nubs. I stared into her green eyes. “I dress this way for you.”

  Stefani giggled. “Oh, Zoey, you first dressed like this for your dad. And you still do it. It's been six months since he passed. I think you dress this way for Clint.”

  “The Squirt?”

  “Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “You're not gay, Zoey. You're bi. Like me. Why do you think we work at a strip club?”

  “For the money,” I blinked. “Because dumb men are stupid enough to shower us with money just hoping we might break the rules and fuck them.”

  “Because we like their attention. Oh, Yunie, don't you see that? We're exhibitionist. We get off on shaking our tight asses and tits for them. Yeah, we don't want to fuck those men, but we like them staring at us, lusting at us. You are so hot afterward. How late did you keep me up last night? The back seat of your car is cramped.”

  I blushed. “But... I love you.”

  “And I love my sweet unicorn.” Her nose nuzzled mine then her lips kissed me, a quick peck. “But doesn't mean I don't think about boys. That I wouldn't love to finally fuck one. The right one.”

  “And who would that be?” My stomach squirmed. I didn't like this conversation at all. “Because I don't want to fuck any boy. Just you.”

  “And Clint.” She arched an eyebrow. “Mmm, he is cute. He's not your dad, but he's getting their. Give him a few more years and, damn, what a man he will make. I bet he would take me so hard. Oh, I am getting so wet just thinking about it.”

  “You're crazy,” I gasped, rolling away from her. “He's Squirt. He's a boy. He's not my dad!”

  I froze, shaking, my stomach twisting. He wasn't Dad. He thought he was, but he wasn't. Not even close. No matter what Mom or Stefani or Melody thought. It was just a f
luke masturbating to him. I was all confused. I wanted Dad so badly. Tears blinked in my eyes. I shivered.

  And then Stefani was hugging me, holding me. I clung to her, crying. Dad was dead. He wasn't coming back. And Clint couldn't replace him. He just couldn't. He was just a boy.

  A boy that made Melody scream her head off when she came. A boy that ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her hard. A boy that had Lee cleaning, behaving. That had Mom singing his praises, saying he was the man of the house. Strong.

  He was strong. Handsome, growing into a man. Maybe...

  No! He was not Dad. He never would be Dad.

  * * *

  Clint Elliston

  I held Alicia's hand as we walked to school Monday morning. A nervous energy buzzed through me as we strolled down the street to our college. I felt like Alica's daddy taking her to school. She was so cute in her frilly, pink dress, her light-brown hair in her pigtails, glasses perched delicately on her nose, her shoes Mary Janes with ankle socks with a cuff of ruffled lace. Melody, strolling on my other side, wearing her classic jeans and a t-shirt that seemed two sizes too small, hugging her tight to show off her body. She was a tomboy. And outside of our houses, no one could know she was more than my cousin.

  They couldn't know she was my half-sister and that I was fucking her. And they definitely couldn't know that I was fucking Alicia.

  Lee walked behind us, or sometimes in front, bursting with so much energy as she darted back and forth. I could tell she was excited for her task today. I only wished I could be there to see it in person, but Alicia would record it for the entire family to watch later.

  Zoey drove herself to school. She had left early. I saw her heading out, wearing her tightest clothing, her ass looking like a million bucks in her jeans, a cameltoe begging to be devoured, her tits bouncing in her halter top. She took one look at me, doe eyes widening. Then she bolted.

  She was definitely coming around. I had to be patient with her. She was too strong-willed to be captured as easily as the other women of the family.

  “PE is going to be so much fun,” chortled Lee. “Right, Alicia?”