Chapter 16: Big Sis is Punished

Thanks to Ron for beta reading this!

Melody Samuels

I followed Clint out of the Dairy Queen in absolute shock. What was going on? Our older sister, Zoey, claimed to be working at this Dairy Queen for weeks with her best friend, and lover, Stefani. She was supposed to be working right now. After our hot orgy with Pam’s mom—and the even hotter revelation that Ms. Hiragawa was one of Dad’s lovers and that Pam was his daughter—we had come to the Dairy Queen to eat dinner, see Zoey, and maybe have fun.

I know Clint was hard and eager to fuck Stefani. The redhead had been Zoey’s best friend since they were kids. She had hung around the house, teasing Clint with her sexy body as much as Zoey had. And since Zoey joined the harem last night, he was eager to add Stefani. I knew she wanted it.

“Where the fuck is she at?” Clint fumed. “You heard her this morning. ‘I have to work tonight.’ That’s what she told me.”

“I know,” I said. “Why would she lie about it?”

“She must be embarrassed about where she’s actually working,” chortled Lee.

My bratty, younger sister skipped up, her short, black hair bouncing about her shoulders. With her lean, athletic build and mischievous face, it made her look elfin, even pixyish. She found it so amusing that Zoey was in so much trouble.

“Where could your sister be working that she would be embarrassed?” Pam asked. The Japanese—well, half-Japanese, though you couldn’t tell—girl gave me a curious look. She was slim and petite, though her round breasts filled out her blouse nicely. And that skirt looked sexy on her frame, exposing a few inches of her dusky-olive thighs.

“I don’t know,” Clint said as we reached Pam’s car. Clint clenched his fists tight. His teeth ground. He really was furious at her deception.

And he had every right to be. Zoey agreed to the rules of the harem. To obey Clint. She didn’t have to be his sex slave like Lee or my mom or Clint’s mother, but she still had to be submissive to him like I was, or Pam and Alicia were.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

My half-brother was a tall sixteen-year-old, his body filling out with muscles, his shoulders broad, chin chiseled, giving his face such a strong, commanding profile. He leaned against the car, taking deep breaths as he gain control over his anger.

“And you’re so horny, Master,” Lee said, moving up to him. She reached out, rubbing his crotch. “It was so bad of Zoey not to be here to offer up her girlfriend to satiate you, Master.”

Clint grunted. And then his eyes latched on me. They were dark but burned with desire. A wave of heat went through me, my pussy growing wetter—I held a load of my brother’s cum in my sixteen-year-old snatch. My nipples hardened, pressing at my tight shirt. I wore no bra so everyone could see them.

His head snapped around the parking lot. We were around back, parked along the side of another store, half-hidden on this side. People bustled through the rest of the parking lot, heading to their cars, some from the Dairy Queen, others from the surrounding businesses. Other cars navigated the parking lot.

My eyes widened in realization. I trembled. Would he order me to do it?

“Melody, bend over the hood of the car,” he said, eyes so commanding.

“Yes,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. A wave of feverish heat rushed through me. He had to satiate his lust and anger, to relieve himself.

And I was thrilled how he was doing it.

I rushed past Pam and Lee to the hood of her car, bending over the blue body. I braced my elbows on the hood, wiggling my ass in the tight skinny jeans I wore. Lee, standing beside me, grinned and smacked my ass.

“Enjoy her, Master. She’s such a slut. She loves showing off.”

I did.

Clint seized Lee’s breast, squeezing hard. She gasped. His finger found her nipple through her top, pinching it so hard, her legs buckled. “You’re the only slut here. She’s your queen. You will talk to her with respect.”

“Yes ... Master,” Lee gasped, eyes wide, body shuddering. “Sorry, Master.”

“Apologize to her.” Clint twisted harder.

Lee squeaked in pain, but I knew her pussy would also be molten with passion. She got off on pain and humiliation. Her head whipped around, her brown eyes glossy with lust as she moaned, “Sorry, Mistress, for calling you a slut. I am a piece of filth. A true slut. I beg your forgiveness.”

“This time,” I said, narrowing my eyes. Only Clint and Pam could call me a slut. And maybe Alicia, though I doubt she ever would.

“Good,” Clint said, releasing her nipple. Then he glanced at me, smiling, “Drop those jeans and panties ... Slut.”

The smile on his lips made me shiver. “Such a perv,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Fine. I’ll indulge you.”

His smile grew tight, warning me. I loved toeing the line with my teasing. I shoved my hands down beneath me and the car, finding the fastener to my jeans. My pussy clenched as it popped open. I glanced at all the people walking by.

Any one of them could look over and spot us. I wiggled my hips while Pam gasped. My sodden panties came into view. The scent of sex—salty cum and my sweet pussy—filled my nose as my jeans dropped down my pale thighs. I shivered, the afternoon turning into evening. It was fall, and nights were getting cold. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to have this sort of fun outside.

What a shame.

I shoved down my panties, Clint right behind me. I felt his eyes on me. Mine were locked on the passing pedestrians. Many walked in such a hurry, not looking around the parking lot or were staring at their phones, oblivious to a teenage girl naked from the waist down about to be fucked by her half-brother.

“You’re really going to fuck her out here?” Pam asked in shock.

“Of course he is,” Lee said. “Mistress is such an exhibitionist. Don’t you remember this morning?”

“Well, I know that,” Pam said, biting her lip and looking around. “But ... people might see.”

“I know,” I said.

Then Clint’s zipper rasped. His fastener snapped. Jeans rustled. I groaned, unable to look back, fixating on all the people who might see me. Would it be the business woman hurrying towards the drug store? The construction worker, his jeans stained with paint? The hipster with his fake glasses and jeans skinnier than mine? The goth girl with every inch of her face pierced?

I moaned loud and wanton as Clint rubbed his cock on my pussy lips. “Yes, yes, fuck me. Pound me. I love it, Clint.”

“Such a perv,” he said, the tip of his cock nudging my clit.

“You would know.”

“Oh, my god,” Pam said, her voice strained.

“It’ll be okay,” Clint said and then he thrust into me.

I gasped, “Yes!” as his dick rammed into my sloppy depths. My brother’s cock filled me. In public. Where anyone could see me. “Fuck me!”

I wasn’t quiet. I moaned, his flesh slapping hard against my ass. My cheeks jiggled while the car’s shocks groaned. It rocked from the force of Clint’s thrusts. His hands gripped my hips as he grunted, pounding me, taking out his frustration with Zoey on my tight snatch.

And it was wonderful. Amazing. Stupendous.

The pleasure rushed through me, meeting the exhilarating thrill of being fucked in public. I wanted to yank off my top as I rocked back into his thrusts. I let out loud moans. A girl glanced over at me, her eyes widening. I winked at her.

She let out a nervous giggle as she hurried to her car.

“She’s watching you,” Clint growled. “Damn, your pussy clenched so hard when she saw you.”

“It was sooooo hot,” I moaned, my clit throbbing, slapped by his balls. He fucked me harder, faster. “Oh, god, I’m such an exhibitionist slut.”

“Yes,” he growled. “Isn’t she, Pam?”

“I guess,” Pam said.

“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck me!”

The girl glanced over at me again as she reached her car. I let out another moan. She giggled again and climbed into her car. It was so hot to be seen, watched. I bet she was so envious of me. That she wanted to be me, bent over her car and fucked by such a hot, young stud.

I bucked back harder into Clint, the friction burning in my pussy. He was so thick, fucking so deep into me. I loved it. I gasped louder and louder, moaning, panting, screaming out my pleasure. It built so fast in me.

“Oh, god, Clint,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum.”

“Already?” Pam gasped.

“She’s an exhibitionist...” Lee trailed off. “Um, enthusiast.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Clint, oh, god, I love you. Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”

“Slutty perv,” he growled and his hand slapped down on my ass. “Cum. Let them all hear you. Let them all know you’re such a slut!”

“Yes!”

Clint slammed into my pussy. His balls smacked hard into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I bucked, shuddered. My pussy clenched down so hard on his dick. I gasped, my back arching as the friction shivered through me.

Everything swirled through me: his cock pumping in my hot cunt already full of his incestuous seed; his balls smacking my clit; his hand spanking my ass again; and the thrill sparked by the middle-aged man who paused in his walk to look at me, his wife continuing on. His jaw dropped. He stared at me being fucked.

“Yes!” I howled and came. “I’m cumming!”

The wife paused, glancing over. Her face paled. She glanced back at her husband as he stared in shock at me. My pussy spasmed about Clint’s cock. My back arched. Rapture flooded through my body. They were both watching me cum.

“I’m cumming on my brother’s cock!” I screamed.

The woman mouthed “brother.” Her eyes were so wide. The bag of food in her hand fell to the ground.

My pussy writhed about Clint’s cock. This was so wild. So hot. This was the best sex ever. I thrashed, my brain boiling with endorphins. They surged through me. My eyes fluttered. I groaned and gasped, my cunt milking his cock.

“Cum in me, brother,” I moaned.

“Yes,” he snarled and buried into me.

His hands gripped my hips tight. His cock spurted his cum into my spasming depths. My orgasm grew hotter as the couple watched my brother flood me with his seed. Maybe he would breed me tonight. I was nearing the middle of my cycle. I wanted his baby so badly.

“Breed me,” I groaned. “Oh, yes. Pump all that cum into me. Yes!”

“Fuck,” Clint groaned. “You are such a perv, sis.”

“Such a perv,” I moaned, collapsing forward onto the hood of my car. I groaned, squirmed, staring at the couple as they watched in utter shock and maybe lust. The woman’s cheeks were now burning, her hips shifting. I could see the bulge in her husband’s jeans. I bet he hadn’t been so hard in awhile.

“Jesus,” Clint groaned and pulled his cock out of me. “You are a great fuck, sis.”

“So are you, bro,” I groaned. “Mmm, I love feeling my brother’s cum leak down my thighs.”

“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 seventeen 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, Ms ... 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.