“ Hi, Don, wan na assist me get her up to her elbow room ? She passed out a duad hours ago ; and yes, a dyad guys fucked her. She just can't defy her alcohol."
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister's adept champion,"We can just roll her onto the lounge and you can stay on the rest of the night with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big prison term. Besides, I have a hard eight incher out there in the car waiting for me."
"I had to try… let's just put her in mom's bed. It's downstairs and she's gone for the unanimous week. Tomorrow she can rinse mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't stay ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

Cookie was to a lesser extent than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fatal fortuity, about six calendar month earlier. She was unaired to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on cookie and given her everything. Two mean solar day after his funeral, cookie found the cache of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first drink of the smooth liquor.

"We'll just leave her apparel on her. She can sleep in the stink."
"DONNIE PARKER ! shame on you ; you turd. Get your cigaret out of here. I'm gon na uncase her and fox her clothes inside the washer. You can wash them in the good morning ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a little and they, jointly, took each early's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep his peter bodily function limited to one girl. Once he got a discernment of piece of tail, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibilities with Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom door and decided to make her one more offer. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the utility way, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his cadaver dick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your outset one and it works much better now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her head and snickered,"Maybe someday, but Rex is waiting ; and I'm anxious to observe out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pajama, which he had donned to answer the door, pitched them onto the put and started up the stairs,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's elbow room and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that flat solid. She won't know, anyway. James Joyce's wet ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the tack back and appraised his niggling sister's fine set of mamilla. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her boneheaded stupor of red hair… a speedy coup d'oeil at her pussy mound confirmed both were the same vividness. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no sake in anything else.

"She's passed out. She's already been fucked. She won't have a clue."
He spread her legs apart and crawled between them,"Actually,"he spoke to his unconscious mind sister,"I've wanted some of your puss since I was about ten. I believe an XI yr wait is long enough. I just bid you, somehow, knew it's me that's about to fill you with cum."

Don's shaft slid into Cookie easily. The cum from the others provided plentifulness of lube ; even a petty sloppy, but he didn't intellect. He needed relief.
When cookie's eyes opened for a secondly, he assured her it was okay and it was just him. Once they closed, he added,"Yeah, by God, it's just me and I'm fucking the shit out of you. We should sustain been doing this for old age, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel effective, piffling sis ; so fuckin'good."
He took his sentence for about ten minutes, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid dick never felt harder, or boastful as he rammed his entire length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, crap, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'shit ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh inferno, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, cookie ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his action, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up bird, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her teat for a few bit before he pulled the mainsheet over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her unspoilt Night,"And thank you for the heavily blast my orb have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid shaft and nuts, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"shite, my dick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting cooky cleaned up a little, so he picked her up and carried her to the john. After sitting her limp consistence on the toilet, he found the douche bottle and filled it with warm urine. He remembered mortal telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the nose in her cunt as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the quick weewee. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the total nozzle inside her for the second bulb full of the warm smorgasbord.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her bush, ass, and all spot in between. pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowl of ice H2O and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my hammer ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled Cookie to one side and piled a few pillows in the heart of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid section jacked up, her pussy was just decently for doggy panache. His cock had much LE lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice square block from the pipe bowl. He rubbed the stop dead lump across her pucker, then shoved it into her puss. His inclemency shoved it late, but there was still no reaction from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another intemperately, hot series of cum ; which took finis to twenty minutes. A washcloth caught the drippage, White cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would stay right there, in the same bed, and fuck his sister as much as his dead body could tolerate. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a third cycle in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to urinate it away. He managed to pull the pillows from under biscuit and she was lying on her face. No… he wanted her face to fount. She groaned a little as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no signboard of waking up.
Once again, he spread her legs and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her ardent cunt, once again. Once seated as deeply as he could get, he reached for the bowl of moth-eaten water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the stadium and flipped cold water onto Cookie's mamilla, chest and abdomen. At first, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a hard cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the arena and let a diminished stream trickle down her sternum, rolling toward her belly clit. That brought a gasp from the missy and her eyes popped opened. Although it was still iniquity, she could see the figure who was filling her with his meat,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're good. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clitoris and began manipulating pleasure from it,"Oh, fuck, Yesss ! Oh, grass ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to deep breather and soft snore. Don had never let up ; his piss hard was about to finally fellate another load of cum and he wanted Cookie to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to damp, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the night light, he watched his powerful watercourse of pee hit the water in the stool bowl like a falls. It was tacky enough to be heard in the whole theatre.

When he shook the utmost few drops free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the threshold,"My play. Why are you nude, Bubba ? motherfucker ! Why am I naked ? Wait ! Was that… ? Oh, God, no, Don. Don't tell me that was you fucking me a picayune while ago. No it couldn… was it you ?"
Don moved to the incline and helped Cookie sit on the toilet,"You're damn the right way it was me. I fucked you three time so far, and I'll damn sure as shooting do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not laborious rightfield now, but I probably will be before daylight."

Cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not right for…"
Don interrupted her,"Bullshit. You loved how it felt, don't try to abnegate it. You absolutely loved how my backbreaking prick felt in you, because you came hard, Cookie, really hard. Get back in bed."
Ten moment later, biscuit broke the silence,"O.K., we can do it whenever we want, but we can't Tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out dad was fucking me. ”