Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Halloween Night - Katie's Grandma sends a skimpy anime Sailor Moon knock off costume with a Cow theme for her to wear. Her mom insists she put it on and go trick or treating with the full ensemble! Embarassed Nude Female Story/CMNF Set in the Girl's Don't Need Modesty Universe I love creating the images for the story, almost as I do writing this one.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex ENF Halloween Illustrated
Kevin grinned through the roar of laughter, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright,” he said once the noise died down. “I can be a good sport. You got me, sis. I like my lab rats with a little spunk anyway.”
“Wait, there have been so many new rules that I have to follow now. Are you saying I’ve got to eat your spunk? Like all the time?” I groaned. Mom makes me eat a lot of cottage cheese because it’s high in protein, but it’s gross, and I could imagine my brother making a big block of jizz cheese for me to eat at the table while my family laughs about it.
Everyone laughed, but this time they were not laughing with me; they were laughing at me. I had no clue why, and I could tell that Tiffy was laughing simply because everyone else was laughing. She had been the butt of the joke just like me tonight, and she had absolutely no sympathy – she laughed louder than anyone else.
I suppose it is nice when you aren’t the one getting burned for a change. I probably would have laughed just as hard at her if the roles were reversed.
“No, you doo-doo head, I meant spunk as in plucky, brave, and determined. You snapped back at me and got in a good zinger! But, are you actually saying you wouldn’t love gobbling cum if you could get it?”
My cheeks burned red. I was standing in my living room, almost entirely naked, and I hadn’t done that since I was little. My parents were laughing about how much I probably did love cum, and the worst part was that it was true.
I think about sex all the time, and I love fucking and sucking dicks. I just didn’t want my parents to think that I was a sloppy slut like Tiffy probably was.
“I love sucking dicks, nothing makes me feel more like a girl when I’ve got my mouth wrapped around a boy’s big dong. It makes me feel like I’ve got control of his orgasm, and I can decide to give it to him or take it away from him like he can if he stops fucking me. I like the taste, but I wouldn’t want to eat your jizz because you are my brother, and I don’t want it all over my face and in my eyes, especially, or up my butt. It’s slimy and takes forever to drip back out.”
I know how all of that sounds, but my family probably didn’t hear all of it. They began laughing about the time I confessed that I love sucking cocks, and the tittering and belly laughs continued all the way until I reached the end of my monologue and realized how foolish I probably sounded.
My mom found it all pretty hilarious. Her big tits were heaving as she held her belly. “A little cum never hurt anyone, Katie Ann,” Mom said, waving a dismissive hand.
“MOOO!” I responded loudly and instinctively without thinking. The humiliation wafted over me as everyone laughed even harder at me for answering that way.
“You sound desperate, you fat little heifer. Does the thought of milky cum make you moo your ass off?” Tiffy laughed right in my face.
“No,” I blushed. “Mom said if anyone says my name at home, or during Halloween, I have to moo back at them.”
Everyone else laughed again, mostly at my predicament. Mom just grinned and lifted her shoulders a little, the way she did when she got caught red-handed and didn’t care. It was a quiet, guilty smile that said plain as words, yeah, that one’s on me.
“You guys were only gone for less than an hour,” Dad checked his watch as the doorbell rang again. “You managed to break the neighbor’s haunted house, lose all your clothes, and come up with a bunch of new rules, it seems. As master of the house, I’d like a chance to learn about what rules I’ll be enforcing in my own house. Girls, pass out the candy, and don’t take any for yourselves. We’ll be watching!”
My mom and Kevin began to regale my father with the tales of our mischief, and I am sure we sounded like total villains the way that they described it.
“I am going to be in so much trouble when my daddy hears about our fight. I am sorry I kicked your ass, Tiffy,” I apologized to her as we approached the door. The doorbell rang another time. They weren’t going to leave. They wanted their candy, and they knew we were inside. “I am going to be in so much trouble when my daddy hears about our fight. I am sorry I kicked your ass, Tiffy,” I apologized to her as we went to answer the door. The doorbell rang again, and I shouted, “We’re coming!”
“Not unless you are good girls,” Dad grinned and looked over his shoulder at us. I knew what he meant but he clarified for us. “I meant you’ll only be cumming when I say so from now on. From what I am hearing, you’ve had a little too much freedom to strum your clit, Katie Ann!”
“MOOO,” I replied angrily and stuck my tongue out at him.
Dad found it amusing and playfully stuck his tongue back out at me before turning his head again to listen to the story of what we did. I hoped he’d still be laughing when he heard about our big fight next door.
“I love that you have to moo like a dumb cow all the time now, you spoiled bitch! You didn’t kick my ass, either, KATIE ANN,” she said loud enough that everybody could hear that she called my name. We had been getting along so well outside when we were working together to fuck with Natalie. Now, we were back at each other’s throats.
I was stuck. I knew the rule, but Tiffy was such an asshole. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me moo like a dumb cow.
Tiffy enjoyed my reluctance; she savored it. The tiny pause and reluctance on my face lit her up. It was what she wanted to see when she said my name. My cousin took a slow step closer to my face and tilted her head to intimidate me.
“It’s almost worth it to have to stay here tonight and clean up that old dingbat’s yard tomorrow! I am going to say your name, say your name, say your name, and hear you moo, moo, moo until the cows come home,” she smirked wickedly and poked her fingernail into my left tit- reminding me how engorged and stiff it was.
“I’ve already learned that you were told to answer moo when you hear your name, sweetheart. I’m sure you don’t want to find out what happens when you break a rule with our guests here and embarrass your dear old daddy?”
My father’s words were sweet and uplifting, and he didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to yell or scream. I knew he meant business when he addressed me as if I were a lost toddler.
“She’s just trying to skip the rule because she thinks I am a dumb bimbo like her, and it’s beneath Princess Sailor Moo to have to perform for me, like she would anyone else,” Tiffy snickered.
“MOOOOOO,” I bellowed, the sound came out loud and thick. Everyone laughed at me and returned to their conversation about what we had done.
I wanted to talk to Tiffy about how things were at her house because I had no idea her parents were so strict, and she was Jessie’s lab rat. I felt like we had a lot more in common than I realized. I knew many girls from school who grew up in old-fashioned households that believed girls should be seen and not heard, and take care of household chores. I also knew girls who had it easy, and their parents believed in equal rights between men and women.
At least, that’s what they told me their parents did. They were probably embarrassed, like I was, that I had to do chores and my brother didn’t.
(This illustrations are just sort of for fun background, and have little to do with the action going on. I thought I’d scare you with my abs.)
The bell rang again, and we heard laughter on the other side. We were almost there, and I shouted that I was going to answer it and to be patient.
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN,” I heard from behind the bushes, and then the sound of footsteps rapidly running away. They had left behind a flaming bag of what I could only assume was dog crap.
It was a pretty common Halloween prank, and I’d even left a few burning bags of poo on some of the doorsteps of girls that I particularly loathed.
“It’s going to burn down the house if we don’t put it out,” Tiffy shrieked.
“It’s dog shit,” I warned.
“So? It’s in a bag,” Tiffy grabbed at the bag to toss it off the porch and into the yard, which was probably foolish as hell. Someone threw an egg at her and hit her in the left tit. The shell cracked open, and the runny yolk ran down her boob like it was in slow motion.
A second egg came for me, and I dodged it, but the third one hit me right in the tummy, and another in the crotch.
“SLUTS!!” I heard some girls yell and giggle. I tried to make out their voices so that I could put them on my enemies list and exact vengeance when we were back in school. Girls were the worst to each other!
If boys hate each other, they fight or avoid one another. If girls hate each other, we become best of friends and sabotage each other.
A rotten tomato came flying over the hedges and hit Tiffy in her mouth while she was talking. I instinctively laughed, and another tomato hit me in the same place. It tasted disgusting, and it exploded all over my chin.
In the darkness, one of the pranksters had our garden hose and began spraying the porch, which thankfully put the dog shit out, but left it smoldering and scattered all over the place.
A volley of mud clumps, silly string, toilet paper rolls, rotten eggs and tomatoes, and even a messy burrito from Taco Bell came flying at us like a boomerang and hit me square in the chest.
We couldn’t see where they were, and we were getting hit from all sides!
“Go back in,” I shouted. My parents were inside the living room, and too far from the door to hear the commotion until the fireworks started. The pranksters had one more surprise as their finale.
Bottle rockets and roman candles began whizzing past our heads, making whistling noises that completely terrified us. If anything, in that moment, Tiffy and I became allies through the shared experience. They were aiming for my door, and they would have pegged me right in the back with one of those M-80s they were shooting.
The wicked laughter coming from my darkened yard was all around us. It was definitely evil girls laughing victoriously.
“Get down, you dumb cow!” Tiffy screamed a warning and shoved me down on the porch floor. She dropped to her hands and knees, ringing her bells as she frantically tried to crawl back inside, abandoning the door entirely.
Bottle rockets began to whistle past our heads. The fire-streaked sparks right past my ears and scared the crap out of me. The sound tore through the night and sent us both down low as we shielded our faces. We were nose to nose, huddled together just like we were at the haunted house when we were being hosed off.
In that instant, all the insults and teasing between us vanished. We had to work together to get to safety, united only by the hope that we wouldn’t get our hair burned off or our bare asses singed.
Tiffy crawled toward the door on her hands and knees. “Those motherfuckers mean business! What do we do?”
A rocket hit the porch rail and popped like a flashbulb. The smell of sulfur mixed with the dog crap and the sour tomato juice mixed with sticky egg yolks and other debris. For a second, we just crouched there, shaking and cursing, wondering if the next one would hit our bare backs.