Sean pulled the letting car to the bridle in strawman of his sister 's house and parked. Pulling a lowly duffel bag from the vertebral column keister, he started up the walkway to the front porch.

He had n't seen Cynthia in a little over six month, and the close time he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd swallowed a basketball. A month later, Cyn had given birth to Lisa, his first niece.

Let 's see, he thought, that would make Lisa about five months old, now !

He should have made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite coast made the trip an expensive one. And he 'd used the terminal of that year 's vacation Clarence Shepard Day Jr. on his survive slip plate. Thankfully, the new year had brought a new hatful of vacation 24-hour interval, and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him shoot down respective snort with one gemstone : visit with his parents, bring down his sister and see his niece for the first time, and also assist his best champion 's wedding. A side benefit was that he 'd be able to help Cyn paint her husband 's den while he was away on a business stumble. She was surely that Tom would be surprised by the renovation, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the threshold, he rang the doorbell and heard Cynthia 's voice through the screen door, inviting him to come in.

Pushing the door open, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

'' I 'm here, in the living room, '' she responded loudly.

'' Uh, okay, '' he said walking toward the sound of her voice.

Stepping into the support room, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his sis sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her Brobdingnagian chest bared.

Sean 's center flared afford and his chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa 's sassing pressed against one of her big, beautiful tit as she sat lovingly looking down at her child. picayune Lisa was holding onto the vast, milk-filled udder with her diminutive manus, hungrily sucking away at the nipple as Sean looked on in fascination.

Then, Cynthia looked up and saw him staring at her with a shocked look on his face.

'' Oops ... sorry ... I forgot, '' she laughed, draping her shirt over her breasts, covering one and partially covering the other, from Sean 's peering stare.

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's OK, '' he said, trying to live with the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his oral cavity as he tried to calm the stirring he felt down in his blue jean. `` I ... I just was n't expecting that. They ... They 're so big.

'' Yeah, that 's what happens when you 've got a kid to feed in, '' she smiled up at him.

'' Really big, '' he muttered.

'' I 've got everything set up in the den, if you want to go ahead and start. Let me just eat up nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to serve you in a few minutes. ``

'' O.K., '' he said, taking another agile glance at her partially exposed boob as he set his overnight bag on the chocolate table.

He could n't conceive how big her tits were. The only fourth dimension he had seen them before was when they were kids. They were bantam, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from his babe 's breast as he saw a rebuff blush color her cheeks.

'' Sorry, '' he apologized, blushing himself as he turned and started for the den.

'' That 's okay, '' she called after him, `` It 's my faulting, really. I should give nursed her earlier. ``

Sean had arrived in his picture clothes, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a second before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and panty. The hem of the shirt hung down in the front line and back, obscuring most of the view, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the English, revealing the waistband of her panties where it crossed her rounded hips. The shirt was also thin enough for him to note that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous swing of her breasts was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her mamilla, still erect from the sSeanulus of breast feeding, were poking blatantly against the worn fabric.

'' Sorry, I took so long, but I wanted to put Lisa to bed so we would n't be interrupted, '' she told him. `` You can get to know her tomorrow. ``

'' Yeah, that 'd be nice, '' he smiled, glancing down at the exposed cleavage peeking out from between the edges of her shirt and her thrusting breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll help you do another bulwark, then I 'll start on the trim, '' she said, ignoring his prying look as she bent down and picked up her roller and key tray. `` I 've ordered a pizza obstetrical delivery, for dinner. ``

'' You sure look nice, Sis, '' he told her. `` You look a lot unlike than you did the lowest time I saw you. ``

'' A 30 minutes on the treadmill, every day, '' she said, feigning wiping elbow grease from her brow. `` It 'll prevent you fit and crop. ``

'' Well, I must hold, it seems to be working, '' he smiled.

'' Why, thank you, '' she laughed softly, noting the rebuff blush coloring her cheeks.

Watching his babe move about with her giant, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious state of arousal. He tried his best to keep it cover by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of steady work had the bulwark and trim covered in new paint. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their think return to house painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a garish wail -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to stick to her, Cynthia led the way to the nursery. Lifting her babe daughter from the trot, she placed her in her uncle 's unsure arms.

'' Relax, honey, '' she giggled when Sean looked up at her with somewhat terrified optic. `` You can do it ; it 's instinctive. And it 'll be good recitation, for when you finally have a wife and infant of your own ! ``

'' Oh -- you mean this flavor on my face ? '' Sean shook his head teacher. `` It is n't fearfulness. It 's more like lack of knowing what to do. I can smell it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a variety of diapers. ``

'' Then we 'll give you a bit more praxis, '' Cyn laughed. `` Put her over there, on the bassinette, and I 'll get the baby-wipes. ``

With Cynthia looking on with an diverted grin, Sean followed her instructions and handled the diaper-change rather well, all matter considered.

Then, of course, he had to weather the sight of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Cynthia nursed Lisa before putting her back to bed for the night.

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Artemis buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one less button was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their project of painting. An 60 minutes later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handwork.

'' Looks great, '' Cynthia beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a great team ... ''

'' Yeah, maybe we ought to set up a business, '' he laughed. `` But initiatory, I think you 'd better clean up. You look like you 've got greens morbilli. ``

'' Are n't you the pot, to scream the tympanum black, '' she laughed back at him, running a fingertip down his paint-splattered cheek.

Impulsively, Sean grabbed her hand and brought her finger to his back talk. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her digit a lingering kiss.

Questioningly, she looked into his middle, her impertinence flushing once again. Then he smiled and let go of her hand.

'' Why did you do that ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't jazz, '' he smiled. `` I do n't know ... it just seemed like the matter to do at the moment. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

'' No, no, it 's OK, '' she said, taking a footprint back as her big tits swayed ponderously under her shirt. `` It just took me by surprise ... that 's all. It was a sweet matter to do. ``

'' fountainhead, who 's first ? You or me ? '' he asked, stepping back over to the blusher buckets.

'' What do you mean ? '' she asked, with a gravel look on her face.

'' You or me ... the exhibitor ? '' he said, leaning down and dropping his brushwood into a bucket of water.

'' You, you, I guess. Yeah, you can go first, '' she said, following him over to the pail. `` I 'll clean up this mess while you go clean yourself up. ``

'' okay, '' he grinned, standing up and departing toward the bathroom.

Grabbing his overnight case on the way, he hurried down the entrance hall to the bath.

Showering, he was torn between whacking off to get rid of his obvious erection or saving it for later, when he was in bed. Finally, after a few CVA, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the low temperature water system and stood under it until his cock finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more achievable size ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pyjama and carpet slipper on before heading back out to the living room. Stepping into the living room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the cast waiting for him. She had made a flaming in the fireplace and had a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee tabular array. Beside the wine-coloured sat two glass. One empty and the other, half full phase of the moon.

'' I thought maybe you 'd drowned or something, '' she laughed softly, getting up from the couch.

She had turned the lights down low and the rumination of the flames from the fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel eyes.

'' Sorry, '' he grinned. `` I did n't mean to be gone so long. ``

'' Do n't care about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the privy. `` I 'll be back. relieve oneself yourself easy and have a glass of wine-colored ... ''

'' O.K., '' he grunted, watching the tilt of her articulatio coxae under the shirt as she strolled away.

Sitting on the couch, sipping his wine-coloured, he watched the flames frolic in the fireplace, sending shadows dancing on the wall in the dim light. He was feeling warm and cozy, partially due to the flak 's warmheartedness and partially due to the wine. A rummy inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the lounge while his beautiful sister was down the hall in the shower bath.

Naked.

Not that he had experienced the inSeanacy of matrimony, but this felt a lot like what he imagined life with the aright woman would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pyjama bottoms. The thought of her standing under the warm water, letting the atomiser caress her beautiful milk-laden titty, immediately took its bell and his pecker was once again fully erect ... and ready.

Ready for what, he angrily asked himself. She was his sister, for Jesus Christ 's rice beer !

thinking back, he remembered their closeness as small fry. What a prospicient time ago that had been. Now she was 26. She was married, and had a infant. He was sixteen, horny all the time and always looking for a musical composition of pussy no matter the source. He had to admit, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that Platonic love for her could easily interbreed the stock and become something much more.

Much, much more.

Then that day ten eld ago came rushing into his mind ...

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's piece of work shed out behind the house doing something. What, he could n't remember. He had just been entering pubescence, and was beginning to notice that young lady were different than male child. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Artemis 's breasts were starting to stick out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and curious need to see them.

The computer storage of that incident played itself out in Technicolor, on the wide-screen of his psyche ...

'' How come your, uh, those are sticking out like that ? '' he asked her as he pointed at the bodice of her dress.

'' Those are my breasts, silly. They 're getting self-aggrandising, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

'' Can ... can I see 'em ? '' he hesitantly asked.

'' Uh, why ? Why do you want to see my chest ? '' she asked him.

'' I do n't know, '' he grinned. `` I just want to see them. ``

'' We 're not supposed to do stuff like that, '' she mumbled, stepping over to the window and nervously looking out towards the house.

'' Oh, get on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll record you my, uh, my penis. ``

'' Why would I want to see your ... your penis ? '' she snickered, turning to face him. `` Besides, I 've already seen one. ``

'' I do n't roll in the hay, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a girl 's tits, or pussy, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's woodpecker ? ``

'' A dyad of hebdomad ago. I saw Billy Andrew Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all surd and poppycock when I showed him my titmouse. ``

'' Well, if you could indicate he-goat Johnson, you could show me, ca n't you ? If I show you my.penis ? ``

'' I do n't get laid, '' she giggled. `` How big is yours ? ``

'' Uh, five ... five inches when I make it, you know, hard, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But get-go, I 'll demo you my titties and maybe that 'll name it strong, like billy goat 's got when I showed my teat to him. Then we can measure it ! ``

'' Uh ... okay, '' he grinned, looking down at her pubescent bosom.

After another quick check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her slight outflow dress.

'' Do you endure a bra ... uh, brassiere ? '' he asked her, awkwardly gawking down as he waited for her to bare her breasts.

'' No ... no, they 're not big enough yet, '' she said, `` but they 're getting bounteous every day. ``

'' Oh, '' he mumbled, not knowing what to expect.

Finally, with her clothes unbuttoned all the way down to her waist, she slowly spread it open to unveil her small, budding breasts.

Even then, he remembered, he had felt a stirring down in his cock. He could n't excuse it. Seeing her budding breasts just made him feel all hot and foreign inside, and his cock started to get hard.

Her breast, if you could call off them that, were small, labialise mounds of pinko physique, each tipped with a small, pea-sized mamilla that jutted out, hard and swollen.

He had n't recognized it, back then. Now, eight old age later, he understood that it was her own excitement that had aroused those fiddling pebbles ...

'' Wow, '' he grunted. `` Can I touch one ? ``

'' Just a footling, '' she murmured.

Inquisitively, he reached out and fingered the jutting bud, delicately running his finger over it. She watched his finger trace the lineation of her quarter-sized areola and then vellicate her jutting tit again.

'' okeh, '' she mumbled, pushing his hand away and covering herself again as she began buttoning her attire. `` That 's all you get to do. ``

'' Uh ... if I show you my, my dick, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your puss ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but register me your cock first. ``

He could n't explain why, but his turncock was now hard as a John Rock. This was all so new to him. New feelings, new emotions, uncharted territory. ``

'' okey, '' he said, unsnapping his pants. `` How big was Billy 's ... nightstick 's putz ? ``

'' I do n't bang, '' she giggled, `` I did n't induce a tape measure measure with me. But it looked really big. Too big to put it in my lilliputian pussy. ``

'' Have you ever had ... had a dick in your pussy ? ``

'' No, '' she said emphatically. `` Have you ever put your peter in a girl 's puss ? ``

'' No ... no ... '' he said, grinning shyly, pushing his pants down. `` Maybe we could, uh, you know, uh do it later. ``

'' I 'll have to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the swelling of his prick jutting out against his white, cotton plant shorts. `` It looks awfully big to me. Maybe too big. ``

'' Well ? '' he grunted, shoving his jockeys down off his stiff prick.

'' Wow ! It is big ... even expectant than he-goat 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his stopcock was belittled. Still staring down at his shaft. `` Can I touch it ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, uh, sure, '' he said, thrusting his hips forward, bringing it closer to her.

'' I ... I never saw one as big before, '' she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her fingers down his swollen, four-inch dick. `` I do n't cogitate it will fit in my pussy. ``

'' Let me see it, '' he said. `` I want to see it. See your pussy and see if my cock will fit in it. ``

'' Wait, wait a minute of arc, '' she huffed, wrapping her manus around the midst shaft of his oversized shaft. `` It 's so big. ``

'' Come on ... come on, '' he whined. `` Let me see. Let me see it. ``

'' Oh all rightfulness, '' she muttered, nervously looking out the window toward their house. `` We ca n't let anybody entrance us doing this, though. ``

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your pull your step-in down while I watch out the window and take a crap sure cipher is coming. ``

'' Okay, '' she said, pushing her father 's peter aside and crawling up onto his worktable. `` But keep watching and do n't be looking at me until I tell you. ``

'' I will ... I will, just hurry up, '' he muttered, watching the game door of their house.

'' okay ... okay, you can look, '' she finally said.

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the tabular array with her knee joint splayed out, and her white-hot, cotton wool pantie wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her pubescent pussy defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny legs. A soft tangle of sparse embrown haircloth encircled the knife-slit slice that bisected the pitcher of soma between her ramification as he gazed down at it in marvel and awe.

'' Can I touch it ? '' he breathlessly asked.

'' Oh, I guess, but just a slight bit, '' she whined.

'' Where 's your ... your clitoris, your clit ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, voiced rim surrounding her secluded place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two digit down the puss and peeling the fleshy hood back off her miniature clit.

'' Wow, '' he whispered, fingering it delicately.

'' It gets all tingly when you touch it like that, '' she murmured. `` Like it does when I see your big peter. ``

'' Can I see, can I see if my ... my peter will fit ? '' he asked, grabbing her by the second joint and pulling her over to the border of the table.

'' I ... I guess. But do n't be rough ... and stop if I tell you to stop ... okay ? '' she told him.

'' SEAN ... CYNTHIA ... ARE YOU OUT THERE ... '' they heard their mother cry out from the stake door of the house.

'' Crap, '' Sean cursed, grabbing his shorts and bloomers, pulling them up as fast as he could.

'' Go ... go hide, '' Cynthia blurted out, jumping down off the mesa and jerking her panty up. '' I 'll tell her I have n't seen you and you can follow in later. okeh. ``

'' Okay ... maybe later ? '' he grinned.

'' No, this was too close. Not again ... I do n't want to get caught. ``

His eyes were closed, and a flabby grin played at the quoin of his oral fissure as the last of the incident played through his psyche. He was so caught up in the retention that he failed to hear the sound of his sister 's stride as she entered the bread and butter room.

'' What are you so deep in cerebration about ? '' he heard Cynthia ask.

Dragging himself back to the present, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the living elbow room toward him. She had a big, ovalbumin towel wrapped around her hair and wore a fleecy, Patrick White bathrobe wrapped around her torso and tied at the waistline.

'' Uh, oh, nothing, '' he blushed, eyeing the swell of her bosom under the robe.

'' Must have been something, '' she laughed softly, easing down onto the couch and leaning forward, `` I called to you twice, and you did n't suffice. ''

Unwrapping her pilus, she began drying it, roughly rubbing it with the towel. As she did, her big, jiggling breasts drooped down, forcing the robe open.

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his severely shaft twitching. He had never seen such beautiful chest. Round, melon-sized chest, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her whisker. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee table and looked down at her open breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm no-account ... I did n't know, '' she blushed, clutching her bathrobe closed. `` You must cerebrate I 'm such a klutz ... ''

'' Uh ... no ... and do n't be sorry. I did n't mind at all, '' he grinned foolishly.

The silence was deafening. There was no strait except for the crackle of the fire as Artemis, still clutching her robe together, leaned forward and picked up her chicken feed. Then, she turned to face him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her robe down between her stage and laid her arm on the back of the couch.
Sean did n't eff what to say to her ... or do. How could he narrate her how he really felt about her ? How could he recount her that he really loved her like a sister, but that he wanted to love her like a man loves his char ?

'' Uh, you remember that day ... that day out in Dad 's work shed ? '' he finally asked.

'' You mean the day that you asked me to show you my breasts ? If you could call them knocker back then ... they were so small, '' she laughed.

'' Yeah, that day, '' he said, gulping.

She remembered, he giddily thought. And she 's even joking about it. That 's a good planetary house, is n't it ?

'' Well, they sure are n't small anymore ! '' he said, his cheeks reddening slightly.

'' And I bet your ... your, what did you visit it back then ? Oh, yeah, your putz ... I bet your peter has grown a little, too, '' she smiled, glancing down at the obvious lump in his pajamas.

What ? This is too easy, he told himself. She had joked about her chest, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to evidence it to her. register her how a great deal it had grown. What would she think ? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she imagine of the eight inch slab of rock hard marrow ?

'' A trivial, '' he grinned. `` Too bad Mom broke it up ... ''

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine. `` I 've always wondered what would ingest happened, if we 'd had another ten or 15 minutes undisturbed. You know that I was a Virgin back then, do n't you ? ``

'' That 's what you said, '' he snickered, `` but I really did n't believe you. You were so grown up and all, and I was just a bumbling kid. I just thought you were saying that so that I would think you were still a virgin. ``

'' fountainhead, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how close you came to getting your offset cherry ? Your sister 's cherry red ? ``

'' tinker's damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would have been something. Getting my sexy, hot Sister 's cerise ! Just thinking about it makes, uh, makes ... well, let 's say it 's just as exciting today as it was back then. ``

'' Yeah, '' she said, taking another sip of wine-coloured. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his crank, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the frame. Now their manus were almost touching. Moving his hired man closer, he brushed his fingertips over the back of her hand. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her hand away, then looked into his eyes. He did n't act as he gazed into her eyes. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

A ardent jolt of excitement arced through his peter, making it twitch down inside his pyjama. She seemed to notice too, as she glanced down at the swelling of his turncock, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each other 's eyes, Sean gently took hold of her hand and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the flaccid warmness of her thenar. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and away across her palm as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her script ease out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it grasp his hand and peal it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail titillation across his thenar, sending another jolt of electricity arcing through his peter.

The signal could n't bear been Thomas More obvious.

'' Cynthia ... '' he murmured, leaning toward her and reaching down to the knotted belt of her bathrobe.

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the nautical mile open as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling finger's breadth, he spread the ending of the belt apart. Then, with the unraveled belt lying in her lap, he clasped the edges of her robe between his fingers. Looking back up into her warm, hazel eyes, he lightly spread her gown open, letting her craggy hoarded wealth slowly appear once again.

'' So beautiful, '' he softly groaned, feasting his eyes on her full, milk-laden breasts.

He continued to spread her robe overt until she shrugged her articulatio humeri and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her kitty-cat semen into view.

'' Oh, God ... '' he gasped, seeing that her slit was well-shaven ... bald ... bald as Lisa 's petty butt. `` So ... so pretty. ``

Shrugging her shoulders again, Cynthia let the robe fall away from her eubstance to piss on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs bent at the knees, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her snatch, she unfurled her stage. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a foot to the flooring and spread her wooden leg apart.

'' Does it still look the same, '' she asked, a coy smile performing on her lips. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able-bodied to see all the nooks and fissure ... ''

'' You knew ? You knew we would ... we would do this ? '' he groaned, realizing that his sister had planned all this.

'' Yes ... at to the lowest degree I hoped we would ! ``

'' God, it 's beautiful, '' he sighed, reaching down and running his fingertips over the soft, resilient eloquence of her overweight pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. book binding then, it, it was just like a puss ... you hardly had any pussy-lips at all. Now they 're big and ... and fat. They just look so aphrodisiacal. ``

'' And these ? '' she smiled, cupping her giant breasts and lifting them.

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his hand and gently caressing the taut skin of her knocker. `` They look so heavy ... and good, full of milk. ``

'' They are, '' she laughed softly, making them jiggle and tingle. `` Would you like to have a taste of my mother 's milk ? ``

'' babe 's Milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sister 's cherubic milk ... ''

'' Wait ! Wait a mo, '' she said, slipping her leg out from behind him and standing up.

'' What ? What ? '' he asked gorging himself on her beautiful, naked body.

'' The couch ... open the couch, '' she told him, reaching down and taking his hands.

Pulling him up, she reached back down and flipped a permutation and the sofa purred, unfolding itself into an already made bed.

'' Now, '' she smiled, crawling up onto it.

As Sean watched on in an euphoric daze, she rolled over onto her back and lay smiling up at him.

'' But low, '' she laughed, running her handwriting down to her snatch, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your peter. I want to see my brother 's big peter. ``

'' Uh, okeh, '' he grinned, reaching down and unsnapping his pajama bottom.

Shyly, he let go of pajamas and felt them go slithering down his legs as his sis, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her widened eyes studied the bobbing monster. `` I ca n't think I thought five inches was big. And looking at it now. It 's definitely bigger than baton Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

'' Really ? '' he proudly asked, unbuttoning his pj's top and stepping out of his bottom.

'' Really ... lots fully grown, '' she giggled. `` My little blood brother 's not so little, any more ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the lounge as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, tumescent pap were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking Milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the back of the head, gently guiding his brim down to her bulging tit. Opening his oral fissure like a infant about to wet-nurse, he took the nipple between his lip and instinctively began to gently fellate on it. Her milk began to flow immediately. Tasting the sweet juice as it gushed out into his sassing, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the palm of his hand. It was heavy ... cloggy with her milk ... female parent 's milk ... sister 's Milk River. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. With zero to compare it to except cow milk, he found her Milk to be thinner and sweeter.

Savoring the redolence of her tender milk, he began to suck up harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his cheek and carry down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the angelic juice gush out into his sucking mouth. At get-go he had closed his center as he sucked on the big, rubbery electric-light bulb, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her breast by its heavy weight, its big, intumesce nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a pocket-sized, Andrew D. White watercourse of her delectable Milk River oozed out of it, trickling down the cut underside of her breast, then disappeared into the crack form between her breast and her chest.

milk continued to pour Forth River from her breast as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the Sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could experience the tension of her boob lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious contents into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her fingers through his hair as he greedily consumed her rich people, addictive pot liquor. As she did, out of the corner of his eye, he could see her wooden leg slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her long finger caressing her jutting clit.

As she held his mouth pressed against her quivering breast with one paw, she brought pleasure to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his hired man up to her belly and eased it down between her ramification. Running his fingerbreadth over the voiced, dew-covered sassing of her snatch, he pushed her helping hand out of the way and searched for opening to her femininity.

'' Let me do that for you, Cyn, '' he murmured.

'' Oh, yes, please ! '' she moaned.

Her legs instinctively parted wider as he finally found the affectionate wetness of her pussy with his digit. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging constriction of his sis 's hot slit, he felt a saccade of electrical energy surge through his putz as he held it shoved up against her thigh.
'' mmmmmmm, '' she murmured out and began to ever so gently thrust herself up against his hand as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her pussy.
He could n't believe how easily this had all happened. It was as if it had all been foreordained. They had almost fallen into each other 's blazon. It was like they had both known it would pass off. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many long time ago. Or would it really be a polish ? Or a replenishment ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their beginner 's tool shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the gush of milk slow to a trickle, then stop altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful vas of its creamy woof, and now it was his spell to recall the favor. Now he would hold up his creamy, seed-laden filling to her.

'' Now ... now, '' she whispered.

Reluctant to release her titty, on the one hand, yet excited, on the early, he lifted his sass up off her bouffant mammilla as a few final pearl of Milk River oozed out of the tip of the purpled nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and articulatio genus beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her legs and then the other. When he did, she spread her legs wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the peach that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of exhilaration titillation through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his hip joint, guiding his cock down to the waiting core of her fair sex. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! eat up what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to taste your other sweet nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his oral fissure down along the curve of her consistence to lap at her dripping sex.

She allowed it, but only for a moment. Her need to be filled by him seemed to outweigh her desire to be pleasured by his backtalk and tongue.

'' You can eat my pussy later, big little brother, '' she panted, pulling him back up her organic structure. `` I want you inside me, now ! ``

He felt the rounded tip of his cock-head brushwood against the heavy lips guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips push his turncock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his cock down into her and felt her hot pussy wrap itself around it.

'' Cynthia, '' he breathed out, easing his cock down into the clutching cavern of her pussy.

Using her base, Cynthia knife thrust herself up against him as she wrapped her weapon around his neck and pulled his lip down onto hers. Mouths outdoors, they kissed, their tongues sinuating and intertwining. Sean could finger her twat clutching down around his rooster as they devoured each other.

'' Fuck, '' he finally grunted, tearing his mouth away from hers.

'' Yes, baby, '' she nodded, a wicked smile on her lips. `` Fuck me. Fuck your big babe ! ``

Then he began to work his hips back and Forth, pumping his cock in and out of her hungry cunt. As he did, she met him on every down virgule with an up chance event of her own.

As his chest rubbed back and forth across her hilly tits, he could feel her lovesome Milk coating one side of his chest. It was the tit on the early side from the one that he had just sucked dry. Looking down between them, he could see his chest and her wriggling tit were covered with a lustre of unenviable, Patrick White foam as his cock plowed in and out of his sister 's hot, clutching pussy.
'' Seanny….Seanny ... Seanny, '' she murmured out, humping herself back up at him.
Then he felt her lift her legs and enclose them around his back, lifting herself to meet his thrusts.

'' Oh, Honey, you fill me like no one has ever filled me, '' she murmured.

'' honorable, '' he grunted, lowering his side down to her flap tits.

Sucking on her intemperately mammilla, he nipped them with his teeth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding flack. Sucking on her nipple, he found his lip once again to the full of the dulcet nectar that flowed from her.

'' No ... No, babe ... Lisa 's ... '' she grimaced.

Understanding that she had to spare the elixir from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his lips from it.

Sean hammered his pecker into her slavering puss over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the passion of their nookie was quickly fueling a cataclysmic eruption.

'' Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... gon na ... gon na, '' he panted, ruthlessly working his hips back and Forth, driving his shaft in and out of her at a furious pace.

'' Me, too ... me too ... me too ... do it ... do it, '' she gasped, working her pussy up against his pistoning prick.

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a prospicient, agonizing grunt as she pulled him down into her pussy.

'' Godddd, '' she gasped, thrusting herself up against him.

Holding him imprisoned in her hot, clutching pussy, she began to shiver and tremor. Sean was on the brink of a monolithic explosion, but held it back as his baby came on his cock. He could experience her hot juice pouring out around the ray of his lay to rest prick as she came and came. Finally, with a shoemaker's last grunting pant, she began to dissolve back down onto the bed as he began to pump his cock in and out of her oozing kitty once again. But this clip, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to contribute him the stand-in he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurts of hot gooey cum guess from his peter, filling her pussy with its sticky heat. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

'' Ohyesssss, Seanmy, I love you, too. So lots, '' she groaned, hugging him to her and finding his lips with hers.

They kissed, long and passionately, until his putz was finally empty and her insatiable pussy was overflowing with his potent essence.

'' I 've wanted this so bad ... so bad for so prospicient, '' she murmured, when they finally broke for air.

'' I never knew, '' he gasped, trying to catch his breath. `` Why did n't you severalise me ... you knew how I felt toward you. ``

'' I could n't, I could n't let myself be that selfish. Not even this night, until I was surely that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her kitty down around his shrinking member. `` It would have ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would birth to hold out out a lie. Live a secret living, never being able to share our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can give it work. I have a hubby and daughter to cover behind. Now no one will remember anything about my hunky blood brother hanging out here some of the time. No one will ever need to know about our closed book. ``

'' But I want more, '' he complained. `` I want you for myself. I do n't want to plowshare you with anyone. ``

'' I know. I know. I feel the same way, '' she wept, `` but it can never be like that. That 's just a fairy tale. This is the best we can ever trust to have. We 'll just take in to acquire every opportunity we have to be together ... alone. ``

'' I 'll be aching inside every import we 're not together, '' he whimpered.

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the crying from her impudence. `` But it will make every sec we spend together that much more wanted, each moment a treasure that we can have out and savor any clip we want, and no one will know ... no one but you and me. ``

'' I still think it would be well if we were together all the meter, '' he fussed, slowly easing his deflating son of a bitch out of her cum-filled pussy.

'' Please, do n't break it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her milk laded breast. `` Come, drink from my well-spring. ``

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll give her a bottle ... '' she said, smiling at him.

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his mouth down to the big, pouting nipple, pointing up at him, she cradled his headspring in the crook of her arm. Closing his lip around the purplish-pink knob, he began to suckle, gently at first, but harder as he felt the warm nectar begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a bit, gently running the tip of his glossa around her big, darkened tit. Then, he sucked the bloated mamilla back into his mouthpiece and flicked his spit back and Forth River across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to suck again, he was rewarded with another gush of warm, sweet milk.

Artemis lay on the bed with her foreland thrown back, her eyes closed, her lip partly open as Sean continued to pull on the nipple with his lips. Her eupneic rate increased, making her tit rise and pin at a faster tread as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery tit. Running his handwriting down over her jiggling bay window, he searched for the chess opening of her pussy. As she felt him running his fingerbreadth up the juice-coated rift between her fleshy love-lips, she eased her pegleg wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her puss, he slowly eased a finger's breadth inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the channel of her vagina, he searched for and found her ridged g-spot.

'' Oh, I feel like I have to pee, '' she complained.

But as he began to slowly press against the bit with deep, steady stroke of his digit, she began to gently hump herself up at his hand.

Lifting his mouth from her tit, he saw that she had her foreland back and her oculus closed.

'' jot yourself, '' he whispered, working his digit across her g-spot.

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her paw down to her over her tummy to her clit. `` So skilful ... flavor so dependable. ``

'' Um-huh, '' he mumbled out, lowering his backtalk back down to the oozing nipple and sucking it back into his mouth.

Her milk ... her dessert, warm milk began to flux again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant slub of quivering bod with his brim. He could n't get enough of the sugary cream flowing from her beautiful breast.

'' Oh, Seanmy, '' she gurgled, pressing her pussycat up against him harder as she flicked her fingertip back and Forth River across her jutting clit.

He could feel a frothy coating of her Milk River covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant breast and nipple. Then, crazily, a picture of a guy with a Milk mustache popped into his head from the commercial.

Got Milk. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her breast began to jiggle and shake as her beautiful coffin nail jerked and shook.

'' Unh ... unh ... unh, '' she grunted out in a long groaning whimper as she pressed herself up against his hand.

Her hand flew away from her clit and she grabbed up a fist replete of the shroud while she made a grimacing face.

Then all at once, he saw a spurt of juice shoot up from her pussycat into the air and squish down onto her heaving belly. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the gush of juice had n't come from her vagina because his finger was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other place ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening poppycock spurted up, this time landing on his hand and coating it with its pasty heart. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thickset to be pee. It was juice ... pussy succus ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the poppycock between his finger and thumb. His sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too goddam amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so have it off crazy.
Finally, her hips dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering groan. It was hard keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing nipple with her breast heaving up and down as she tried to overtake her breathing space.

'' God, Seanmy ... '' she wheezed, `` it never felt like that before. It ... it was the best ever ... ''

Lifting his milk-slathered back talk up from her breast, he looked down on her and smiled.

'' I never saw a cleaning woman do that before, '' he grunted, staring down at her glistening belly.

'' I 've never done it before, '' she muttered, running her fingertips through the gooey mess covering her belly. `` I did n't know that a woman could come like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated fingerbreadth to her mouth, she tentatively licked her tongue across them. A smile lit up her face as she dipped her fingers back down into the goo and brought her fingers up to his froth-covered lips.

'' It even tastes a little like cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his clapper across her fingertips.

'' Unh-huh, '' he mumbled, looking down at the whitish froth covering her areola, surrounding the big, violet pap poking up out of the essence of it, `` but your milk is sweeter.

'' I guess that 's why men like it so a great deal, '' she laughed softly, cupping her other breast and slowly lifting its nipple up to her mouth.

Seanmy watched on in fascination as she bent down and sucked the big, bulging tit into her mouth. Watching her suckle herself put the finish touches on his erection as his cock jutted out operose and ripe once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her chest, she looked down and saw that his cock was laborious again.

'' Would you like to lie with them, '' she asked.

'' What ? '' he muttered, unsure of her intent.

'' My tits ... would you like to fuck my nipple ? '' she smiled, cupping them in the palms of her hands.

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd like to roll in the hay your tits, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his hands and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly edge forward until his big, bloated cock was above the vale between her huge breasts. As he did, he felt his big, dangling Ball drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery sheen of her essence. Looking down at her smiling typeface, he lowered his putz down until it touched her hot skin. With his knees splayed out in bloodline with her tits, he watched her clench her bosom and squeeze them down around his turncock. Holding his dick trapped between her tits, she grasped her teat between her finger and ovolo. Then as she toyed with her nipples, Sean saw them begin to dribble out two streams of Andrew Dickson White milk down onto his cock. The milk provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly work it back and Forth River between her mamilla. Fucking her fiend tit was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his turncock was being bathed in her mellifluous milk was pure ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so fuck hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weightiness on his hand and genu as he watched his big, milk-slathered shaft sliding in and out between her big tits.

'' waiting, '' she panted, throwing an arm out and grabbing one of the pillows.

She shoved the pillow under her school principal, bending her nous forward and placing her backtalk right in the path of his thrusting cock-head.

'' Oh fuck, '' he cursed, as he began to rock back and forth again, watching and feeling the head of his cock coast between her lips every fourth dimension he thrust forward.

In no metre, his St. Peter had churned up a milky stew between her breasts as it sloshed in and out between them.

'' Milk shake, '' he snickered, looking back down between her breasts. `` We 're making a milk handclasp ... ''

'' Um-humkk, '' she muttered, just as his cock-head popped back into her mouth.

Sean could find the fireball down inside his flopping balls begin to gather and constitute into an impending explosion. As it grew, he worked his coxa back and forth firm and faster, making his tool pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

Then at last it came as his dick jerked and spewed out a mammoth gusher of creamy cum onto her pretty nerve, coating her lips and nose with its sticky heat.

Before he could discharge another load, Artemis jerked her hired man away from her tits and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His peter slid between her lips, into her back talk and continued, bumping against the opening of her throat just as the indorsement giant cargo spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a little gag, she dug her knifelike claws in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the head of his cock pop into her throat just as it spewed out the 3rd thick gob of cum directly into her throat.

'' God ! god ! god ! '' he gasped out as his peter erupted a fourth part and fifth time before it began to die down inside her hot, sucking mouth.

He was suddenly from the waist down. He could barely even stand on his hands and knees as his trembling ramification turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his dick out of her pharynx and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his back beside her. Trying to grab his breathing spell, he looked over at her and saw her run her picayune pink tongue over her sass as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her hand across her rim and mentum, wiping away the creamy coating that covered them.

'' Was it serious for you ? '' she asked, reaching down and fingering his hobble prick.

'' What do you remember ? '' he groaned, leaning over and giving her big, jutting mamilla a kiss.

'' I think so, '' she laughed softly, leaning over and giving him a long, lingering kiss on the back talk. `` I think so ... ''