Incestuous Harem Collection 6

by Reed James

  “They were watching,” Pam moaned.

  “Master is such a stud,” Lee grinned, rubbing her pussy through her clothing.

  “Melody, you're driving us home.” He pulled Pam's keys out of his pocket, dropping them on the hood beside me.

  “You're not driving?” I panted, buzzing. The couple hurried away, their bag of food forgotten.

  “I need to think,” he said, opening the back door. Pam gasped as he seized her and pulled her in after.

  I blinked, shivered, my body buzzing with rapture. I really didn't want to drive. I wanted to sleep after that awesome cum. I sighed and yanked up my jeans and panties, not bothering to fasten up, and hurried around the car.

  * * *

  Clint Elliston

  “Clint?” Pam said. “You're still hard.”

  “That pill your mom gave him turned him into a horndog,” giggled Lee. “He'll be even worse now. Fuck every pussy he can.”

  I glanced at Lee, a bratty smile on her face. She was slipping back into her old behavior. I would have to deal with her. But not now. I had another problem. Zoey. What should I do about Zoey? She lied to me. She promised to be submissive, to join the harem, and she lied.

  Why?

  Pam pushed down her panties while she squirmed on my lap. She understood what I needed. I just had to feel her hot pussy around my cock while I thought. She hiked her skirt. My Japanese half-sister then grabbed my cock and brought it to her cunt.

  And slid down it.

  “Oh, Clint,” she groaned, my arms going around her waist, holding her. “Oh, that's nice.”

  “You all look so comfortable back there,” Melody sighed as she started the car.

  “I just fucked you where everyone could watch,” I said. “I think you've had your fun.”

  “I did,” Melody said, brightening up.

  “Yes, she did,” chortled Lee.

  I definitely had to do something about Lee.

  I concentrated on Zoey. A plan percolated in the back of my mind. She had to be punished for lying to the family for weeks. I had to get her to admit what she was doing and, hopefully, it wasn't anything illegal. Why else would she have lied about it? What job could be more embarrassing to her than working at Dairy Queen or another fast food restaurant?

  I pulled out my phone, my dick throbbing in Pam's pussy. She squirmed, working her pussy an inch or so up and down my cock. Just enough for the friction to ache the tip of my cock and send pleasure shooting through me.

  “Clint,” Pam sighed over and over. “Oh, Clint.”

  It was a wonderful sound.

  It was awkward texting with Pam on my lap, but it was worth it. With just my thumb, I typed out, “Hey, Zoey, what time are you off work tonight?”

  A moment later. “Should be home by 9 PM. Not a late shift like the weekend.”

  “Good. Looking forward to it. Make sure you bring Stefani home. Everyone wants to watch her lick my cum out of your pussy.” I had fucked Zoey before school this morning and ordered her to have Stefani lick her clean.

  And she had to film it.

  “It's a hot video,” she texted back complete with additional emoticons. “She's eager for it. I'll bring her home.”

  “Good. Oh, bring some ice cream back for everyone. Love DQ Blizzards. Make mine with M&M's.”

  “Sure.” Her response terse. I imagined her panicking. “Got to go. I'm at work. Love you.”

  “Love you,” I said, leaning back, my dick throbbing. What was she up to?

  * * *

  Cheryl Elliston

  I hummed as I put the roast into the oven. I set the timer. I bit my lip, my hand shaking, as I glanced down at the cabinet. My heart thudded. It was so naughty of me to buy it. But one glass wouldn't hurt. Clint wasn't home. He was at his job interview with Pam's mom.

  I hoped he fucked her.

  Alicia was up in her room and my sister was grading papers at the dining room table. She wouldn't tattle on me, right? I opened the cabinet, pulled out the box wine I picked up on my way home from work. I used to have a glass of wine every night before Clinton. I didn't need to drink more. I had Clint now.

  The front door opened.

  “I can't believe you're still hard,” Melody was saying. “What is that pill your mom gave him, Pam.”

  My heart clenched. I pushed the boxed wine back into the cabinet, turned around, closing it as Clint, Pam, Melody, and Lee trooped into the kitchen. My stomach twisted in fear. Why did I buy the wine? Clint ordered me not to drink. He was concerned. Yes, I was drinking a lot after Clinton's death. I needed something to dull the grief.

  “Hi, Master,” I said. “How's Mommy-slut's big, strong son doing? Did you fuck Ms. Hiragawa?”

  “I did,” Clint said, that cocky grin spreading across his lips. “And that's not the only thing.” He grabbed Pam. “Doesn't she look familiar?”

  I peered at Pam. She had those classic, Japanese features Clinton, and our son, loved so much: pale-olive skin, slanted eyes, a round face, delicate nose and cheekbones, a petite frame, a submissive look about her. There was something familiar. Vicky and I had brought home many Asian girls and women to have threesomes with Clinton and...

  Hiragawa... That last name was familiar.

  “My mother's name is Asuka,” Pam said.

  “Asuka...” My eyes widened. “Oh, my god, that was twenty years ago. We had just found out I was pregnant with Clint and Vicky with Melody. We were still living in the small apartment. Oh, my god...” My eyes widened. Pam was the same age as Clint, maybe a month younger. “You're... You're Clinton's daughter?”

  Pam nodded.

  Tears burned in my eyes. A surge of motherly love shot through me. I grabbed the girl, pulling her to me. I hugged her to my breasts. Her face pressed the apron I wore, the only thing covering my naked body, in between my breasts, exposing my hard nipples. Here was another piece of my husband and true master.

  It was a miracle. It was wonderful. Her arms went around me, holding me as I rocked her. I kissed at the silky crown of black hair, smelling how sweet she was. The tears fell down my cheeks. I hoped Clinton was watching us from Heaven.

  “I wish you could have met him,” I said, my voice breaking. “Why didn't Asuka ever tell us?”

  “She was confused,” Clint said. He had his arms around Melody and Lee, both of whom were looking teary eyed.

  Vicky walked in naked from the dining room, her large breasts jigging. Her eyes were wide as she came over and hugged Pam from behind. “I remember your mother. She was wild. We had a lot of fun with her, but then she had to go to college and we lost touch with her.”

  “It's his daughter, Vicky,” I said to my sister, babbling with joy. “Isn't that wonderful?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Master,” my voice cracked as I spoke, “may I make love to your girlfriend? The roast has thirty minutes before it's ready.”

  “Yeah,” Clint nodded. He pushed Lee down to her knees. She reached for his zipper. “She's has a fresh load of my cum in her. Enjoy.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I breathed then stared down at Pam. “How does that sound, dear? You're like my own daughter, you know?”

  “It sounds wonderful,” Pam said, her eyes brimming with tears. “I wish I knew him. But I'm so glad I have a bigger family. It's been mom and me for so long...”

  “I know.”

  I cupped her tear-stained cheeks, lifted her face, and lowered my lips to kiss her. It was electric. A shiver ran through my body as I nibbled on her lips. She trembled between me and my sister, her tongue brushing my lips, her hands sliding down to squeeze my naked ass.

  Oh, she was wonderful. Just perfect. Clinton made another beautiful girl for me to enjoy.

  Alicia came downstairs, her brown hair gathered into pigtails. “Hi,” she said brightly, skipping over to Clint having his cock sucked. Then she paused. “Big sis, what's got you all teary-eyed?”

  Melody explained while Vicky and I led Pam out of the kitchen.
I heard Alicia let out a gasp of shock, my heart quivering. We padded up the stairs. I couldn't wait to devour this girl with my sister. To make her scream and gasp again.

  Clinton's daughter!

  We reached the master bedroom—Clint's new room—my sister and I kissing Pam. We took turns cupping her face, pressing our hot lips to hers as the three of us navigated to the bed. Pam moaned, eager and lithe, her slanted eyes fluttering behind her glasses.

  We pressed her down to the bed. I yanked off my apron, bearing my large tits—the biggest in the family. Pam moaned, staring at me and my busty sister as we crawled onto the bed. My breasts dangled down as we reached her blouse.

  “Let's get her naked,” I moaned.

  “Oh, yes,” Vicky purred, her black hair brushing my bleached-blonde tresses.

  Our fingers worked the buttons of Pam's blouse. She gasped and squirmed, her face twisting with excitement. We exposed her white bra, containing her round tits. That had to go. In moments, her breasts were bare, pale and dusky, nipples dark brown and so cute.

  Hungrily, I popped the right one into my mouth. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing. She gasped, squirming on the bed as I loved her nipple. With a purr, Vicky engulfed the other one. She sucked loud, her lips popping off the small nub over and over, making Pam's breast quiver.

  “Oh, wow,” Pam groaned. “Oh, I have two sexy mothers sucking on my nipples. Oh, this is so naughty.”

  “You just love it, don't you?” I purred. “Almost as much as you love my big, strong son's cock fucking your pussy.”

  “Almost,” she agreed, nodding her flushing face. “Oh, Professor... I mean, Vicky, suck my nipple.”

  “Suck her nipple,” I purred, kissing down her body. I loved her stomach while my sister squeezed both of Pam's tits, fingers sinking into firm flesh. Pam gasped, her nipples quivering while Vicky licked back and forth across them.

  I licked around Pam's stomach. She was Clint's sister, but no one knew that. He could marry her, and no one would think it was weird. How lucky for them. It was a miracle that we found her again. Like it was fate or something.

  I pushed up my daughter's skirt—she was Clint's future wife and my husband's child, so she was my daughter—exposing white panties soaked by her juices. And my son's cum. I could smell it. I groaned, licking my lips.

  I pushed aside her panties' gusset, exposing her matted, black bush. It was thick as her mother's, hiding her pussy lips. Clint's cum and her juices stained the dark hairs. I licked through the silk, savoring her tart cream and his salty jizz. My son's spunk coated my tongue as I lapped through his sister's pubic mound.

  “Oh, Cheryl,” she moaned. “Oh...Mommy-slut. Oh, that's so nice. Oh, yes. Lick your son's cum out of my pussy.”

  “Yes,” purred Vicky between sucks on her nipples. “Make her explode on your lips.”

  “Yes,” I groaned. I buried my face into her pussy, her curls tickling my face. They felt so wonderfully naughty. I tongued through her, licking, lapping, enjoying her. She groaned, humping against me, her moans and gasps echoing through the air.

  I loved them. They were amazing. I licked and tongued through her folds, gathering every drop of my son's jizz I could find in her hot silk. I wiggled my tongue into her, swirling it around while she gasped and squirmed. Her thighs clenched about my face.

  She made the cutest sounds. My pussy clenched. I ignored it. I was here to pleasure Pam. She was one of my Mistress's. I shivered. I loved it. I had a Master and two mistresses in Melody and Pam. It was so wonderful. So hot. So naughty.

  Clint was such a stud. I gave birth to a dominating, powerful man.

  My tongue licked harder, diving through her folds. My hips rocked back and forth, juices dribbling down my thighs. I dragged my tongue through her hot, juicy depths, flicking her clit. Her pubic hairs tickled my cheeks and nose as I probed so deep into her.

  “Oh, yes. Two Mommy-sluts licking me. Oh, wow. You're both making me feel amazing! I love it!”

  “Mmm, you're just so scrumptious,” purred Vicky. “I knew you were special.”

  “Thank you,” Pam groaned. “You gave me this.”

  She seized Vicky and pulled my sister in for a hot kiss. Their tongues danced together as I lapped through her pussy. I wiggled my hips, my clit aching, throbbing, begging to be touched. But I had self-control. I concentrated on Pam's pleasure. I sucked on her throbbing clit, buried in the folds of her pussy.

  She moaned into my sister's lips. She spasmed. And then she came.

  Tart juices flooded out of her pussy. They inundated my mouth. I drank them, savoring them. I made her cum. I made Clinton's daughter explode. She bucked and thrashed, her lips locked to my sister's. Her round tits quivered. She made the cutest sounds.

  Her body bucked a final time. I took a last lick through her pussy, a huge smile on my face. She broke the kiss with Vicky, staring at me. “Oh, thank you, Mommy-slut. That was wonderful. I'm so glad I'm a part of your family.”

  I moved up her body, my tits dragging across her naked stomach then nudging her breasts. Our nipples brushed, shooting tingles through me. “So am I.”

  I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her tongue lapped out, tasting her own juices. She wiggled and squirmed, her hand thrusting between my thighs. I gasped as she rubbed at my hot pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” gasped Vicky. “Oh, you sweet thing. Finger my snatch.”

  I broke the kiss, glancing at my sister, her face twisting in pleasure. I leaned over, giving her a kiss, letting her taste how delicious Pam was. Our lips met, our sisterly passion growing as Pam's fingers slid across our pussies. She found my clit, rubbing hard, shooting pleasure through my body.

  I groaned, not fighting my orgasm. She was my mistress. And I knew she wanted me to cum.

  Vicky's breasts brushed my side as she pressed tighter against us. Our kiss deepened. I loved my sister so much. I loved kissing her, cumming with her. My pussy ached and throbbed. Juices poured out as Pam kept rubbing us, driving me wild with passion.

  I shivered, shuddered. And then I came.

  I broke the kiss. “Oh, Pam. Oh, you sweet thing!”

  I writhed on top of my new daughter, holding my sister. She came with me, her face twisting with pleasure. It shuddered through me. It was wonderful. It gave me such a joy, helping to fill the hole Clinton's death left in my heart. Every day, my family gave me a little more.

  “Damn, that was hot,” my son said as I quivered on Pam's fingers. He stood in the doorway. “But we need to talk about Zoey.

  * * *

  Zoey Elliston

  “Oh, god, I am so excited,” Stefani said, grabbing the tray of DQ Blizzards we bought on our way home from working at the Flashing Glitter, a strip club. “Your brother is such a stud.”

  “Yeah,” I said, my stomach twisting. Was Clint going to demand I bring food back every night I worked at the strip club? Maybe I should tell him the truth. But...would he be mad? I agreed to join his harem and then spent the last five hours stripping, giving lap dances, and letting strange man touch my body. Not my pussy or tits, but my thighs, hips, stomach.

  Two even came while I gave them lap dances, their jizz soaking through their sweatpants to stain my ass.

  “Come on,” Stefani said, her green eyes sparkling. “Let's go, Yunie.”

  Yunie, short for unicorn, was her nickname for me. I called her Dandi, short for dandelion. We had used these names since we were kids. We even had them tattooed on our pubic mounds: a galloping unicorn on mine, a bright, yellow flower on hers.

  She climbed out of my car. I sighed, grabbed the second cardboard drink tray with the rest of the Blizzards, and got out. I didn't even have a DQ uniform. I was shocked no one in the family had commented on that. The security light on the garage blazed on as we walked to the front door, flooding us with light. A second light on the porch lit up moments later as we neared. The living room lights were on, but the curtains were pulled tight.

  “Ooh, we're going to watch
our movie while Clint fucks me,” groaned Zoey. “This is going to be so fucking hot.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, pushing down my nerves. I fumbled to get my keys out of my purse—why did I put them away after turning off my car?—and managed to get the front door open. “Hello.”

  “In here,” Clint said, his voice stern.

  Stefani and I walked into the living room. A coil of beige rope and a wand massager were spread out across the living room carpet. Clint stood over them, naked and muscular, his arms crossed, his face hard, glaring at us and...

  “Oh, shit,” I groaned. He knew.

  He nodded his head. “After our job interview, we stopped by your work for dinner. Only...”

  “Only, I don't work for Dairy Queen.” I trembled, my heart racing. I was one year older than Clint, but I felt like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar beneath his eyes. “I...”

  “You lied to me and the family.”

  I swallowed.

  “Um...” Stefani took a step back. “Well...I'll be going.”

  “Stefani, you will strip naked and sit your ass on the couch,” Clint growled, “and watch Zoey's punishment for lying.”

  “Punishment?” I gasped, choking. “I'm not Mom or Lee or Aunt Vicky! I'm not one of your—”

  “You're still my woman.” His voice cracked with authority. “And you lied to us. Me. For weeks. To your family that you claim you want to belong to.”

  I lowered my head. “I was...embarrassed.”

  “Embarrassed?”

  The tray of Blizzards quivered in my hand. “I...I...”

  “What are you doing, Zoey?”

  Stefani gave me a supportive, commiserating look, setting her tray down on the coffee table. Then, with the skill of a stripper, she undressed, baring her round breasts, nipples pierced by gold rings. I watched her out of the corner of my eyes as I squirmed. Clint's eyes bored into me.

  “Answer me.”

  The authority cracked in his voice. He sounded just like Dad. “I...I...work at the...” I took a deep breath. “The Flashing Glitter.”

  Clint blinked in shock. “Wait, what? The strip club? As a waitress?”