Incest Breed Me Brother

[neerathemall]

I was so bored.
 
It was Sunday and my book wasn't holding my attention. I lay on my bed in my bedroom, my Kindle resting on my naked stomach, my small breasts rising and falling. They were little mounds, small handfuls of titties that had barely sprouted. It kept me looking girlish and childish, younger than my nineteen years.
 
Which was good, because I enjoyed being my older brother Chetan's little sister. His little princess.
 
I had my right leg balanced on my left knee, my foot swinging from side-to-side as I tried to concentrate on my newest romance novel. But I just couldn't get into it. The poor girl was in love with her step-brother (it was never her real brother, always step-brothers which I thought was a real shame) but he was ignoring her. All it did was make me think of my own brother.
 
Where was he?
 
My little cunny grew hot and wet. I squirmed my thighs, my snatch freshly shaved this morning, the slit girlish tight. I bit my lip, my toes curling. I set my Kindle to the side, staring at my flexing toes, rolling them over and then straightening them again. I shivered as a wave of heat washed through me.
 
Now I was bored and horny.
 
I snagged my glasses off my nightstand, put them on, and brought the world into sharp focus. I didn't need them to read, but everything farther than a foot away was blurry. I sat up, my light-brown hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, swaying alongside my head. The ends brushed my hard nipple, sending tingly delight through my body. I shivered and flounced off of my bed, darting naked to the door.
 
Going naked through the house was very common. Our family was different. My mother, my sisters and half-sisters, my aunt, and the other women were all part of Chetan's harem. Even the two lesbian sisters, Juana and her sex-slave Carmelita, who lived with us went around naked. (They moved in with us after their parents kicked them out for being lesbian lovers last week).
 
I searched for Chetan through the main house and didn't find him. The only people that were home were my half-sisters Mahira and Pammimi Our dead father was like his son, Chetan, a horndog. He'd turned my mom and her sister, Aunt Vahiya, into his sex slaves. They then would find other women for him to love. Mahira was Aunt Vahiya's oldest daughter and Pammi was half-Japanese. We only learned Pammi was one of our sisters a year ago. Chetan had fallen in love with her hard. Mahira and Pammi were his girlfriends. Lee, Mom, Aunt Vahiya, and Pammi's mom were his sex slaves. My oldest sister Zareen and her girlfriend Stefani where his lovers.
 
And I was his little princess!
 
"Hey, Cupcake," Mahira said, lying naked on Chetan's bed in the master bedroom, lowering her phone. She was the only blonde member of the family, her sandy-blonde locks falling loose around her face instead of gathered in her usual braids. She had her thighs parted, a landing strip of gold leading to her shaved pussy. She didn't have a tight slit but instead her inner labia blossomed out, looking so yummy. "What you up to?"
 
"You know where Chetan is?" I asked, squirming my hips back and forth.
 
"Looks like someone's got a hot pussy," Pammi said, setting a tablet onto the nightstand. She was a petite girl with round breasts, her skin that pale-dusky olive tone from her Japanese mother. She had her silky-black hair gathered in a thick, French braid that dbangd out around her.
 
"I don't know where Chetan is," Mahira said. "Maybe he's next door watching the children with our moms."
 
I glanced at the window, rain falling hard. I so didn't want to have to go outside. Our family owned three houses next to each other. One was the main house I grew up in, the next was Aunt Vahiya's house, and the third Chetan, through Mrs. Hiragawa, bought last year so our growing family had room to expand.
 
Mahira and Pammi had both borne our brother children. They were so lucky. I wanted to have his baby. Lee, my bratty half-sister, was pregnant, and so was my mom. They were both starting to show and it just was so unfair.
 
On an impulse, I threw myself between my two half-sisters. I snuggled between their naked bodies, wiggling like a child between her parents. I breathed in their perfume. They both smelled so good, sweet and flowery. Mahira smiled at me, turning onto her side, her round breasts swaying before me, her thick, dusky nipples suddenly right before my face.
 
I pushed up my glasses as I stared at her nub.
 
"What's up, Cupcake?" Mahira asked as Pammi did the same thing, her round breasts jiggling on the other side. She had darker nipples, a rich brown that made my mouth water. "You look so pensive."
 
"I just want to have Chetan's baby!" I said, kicking my legs as I lay between them, my thighs brushing their legs. "It's not fair! I want his baby so badly. You both had his daughters. And they're so beautiful. I just want to have his baby and love him or her!"