1. Incestuous Harem 7: Bratty Sis Gets Soaked


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    Incestuous Harem Chapter Seven: Bratty Sis Gets Soaked By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Vicky Samuels “What is going on? I'm on a break?” I texted to my sister as I hurried to the upstairs girls' restroom. I had thirty minutes to satiate my hot pussy. Everyone participating in the debate match today—I coached my high school's team in addition to teaching history—would use the nearer ones. And I needed privacy. My pussy was on fire. Everything was happening at the houses today. My sister and I were far closer than sisters ever should be. For twenty years, we had shared the same man, Cheryl's husband Clinton. He was our Master. He dominated us, punished us, gave us just what we craved. We made love for his amusement, committing incest to please him. The six months since his death had hit us both hard.. Particularly my older sister, who loved her husband just a bit more than I did. And now my nineteen-year-old nephew Clint was stepping up as man of the house, dominating not only my daughter, Melody—who had a huge crush on him—but my sister and my innocent, eighteen-year-old niece, Alicia. It shocked me. Not Melody, I had been waiting for the pair to get passed the kissing cousin stage, but the rest of it. My sister fucking her son, submitting to her son, quiet Alicia losing her cherry to Clint. It made me so wet. I wanted to join in the fun, but I was stuck at school on this dumb debate tournament. Why did I ever agree to coach it? It didn't net me an extra paycheck but cost me ...
    ... plenty of my personal time. I was on the second floor hallway, moving from the auditorium, alone, my feet echoing, when my phone made the melodic beeps of an incoming Skype call from my sister. I accepted it, and almost dropped my phone at the sight of the video she streamed me. My other daughter, Lee, was bent over Clint's lap. Melody was beside him, Lee's legs draped over my eldest daughter. Lee was eighteen and a brat, often acting like a girl half her age. She had only gotten worse since Clinton, her true father, had died. She was bare bottom, jogging shorts and panties around her ankles while Melody's hand cracked down hard on her rear. “Five, thank you, Melody,” Lee said, her face crimson, her short, black hair half-covering her cheeks. She always kept it in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty appearance. Her asscheeks were as red as her face. Melody, nineteen and blonde, had a huge grin on her face, a mix of triumph and glee at spanking her younger sister. Her hand stroked Lee's ass. “You're welcome, Lee. Now what do you say?” “That's right,” my sister whispered into her phone as she filmed. “Lee is joining the fun. She's totally getting off on being spanked and humiliated like we always thought she did when Clinton disciplined her.” “Shit,” I hissed, diving into the ladies restroom. My thirty-four-year-old pussy was on fire. My eldest daughter stroked my youngest daughter's ass. It was so sensual. Lee moaned out her confusion while Clint, looking so strong and ...
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