“ Hi, Don, wan na help oneself me get her up to her elbow room ? She passed out a couple hours ago ; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can't bear her alcohol."
Don smiled at James Joyce, his baby's best protagonist,"We can just swan her onto the couch 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 time. 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 whole week. Tomorrow she can wash mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't arrest ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

biscuit was less than two years youthful than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fatal stroke, about six months earlier. She was finisher to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on biscuit and given her everything. Two 24-hour interval after his funeral, cookie found the stash of whisky while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first boozing of the still liquor.

"We'll just leave her wearing apparel on her. She can catch some Z's in the stink."
"DONNIE Dorothy Parker ! shame on you ; you turd. Get your butt out of here. I'm gon na undress her and have her apparel inside the washer. You can wash them in the aurora ; now git.."
Don had known James Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a short and they, jointly, took each other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep his cock action limited to one girl. Once he got a taste of piece of ass, he wanted them all. That ended any amorous possible action with Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom room access and decided to name her one more offer. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the utility elbow room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his clay dick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your first 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 find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pajamas, which he had donned to answer the doorway, pitched them onto the put and started up the stairs,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's way and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that sheet. She won't know, anyway. Joyce's closely ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the tabloid back and appraised his slight sister's very well set of mamilla. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her deep stupor of red hair… a quick glimpse at her pussy mound confirmed both were the same coloring material. Once he looked at that slit, he had no interest in anything else.

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

Don's cock slid into Cookie easily. The cum from the others provided plenty of lubricant ; even a little sloppy, but he didn't mind. He needed relief.
When Cookie's eyes opened for a second gear, 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 bullshit out of you. We should suffer been doing this for days, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel good, short sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his metre for about ten arcminute, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid dick never felt harder, or bragging as he rammed his full distance into her faster and faster.
"Oh, shit, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'bull ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh hell, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, biscuit ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his actions, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up doll, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipple for a few minutes before he pulled the weather sheet over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her undecomposed night,"And thank you for the hardest bang my orchis have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid diaphysis and addict, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"Shit, my prick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting biscuit cleaned up a petty, so he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. After sitting her hitch body on the crapper, he found the douche nursing bottle and filled it with warm water. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the nozzle in her slit as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the warm weewee. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the full hooter inside her for the second bulb wax of the warm potpourri.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her Dubya, ass, and all full point in between. Pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowl of ice pee and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my tool ; 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 department jacked up, her kitty-cat was just right for doggy elan. His cock had much less lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice cube from the stadium. He rubbed the icy glob across her pucker, then shoved it into her cunt. His hardness shoved it deep, but there was still no reaction from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another gruelling, hot series of cum ; which took last to twenty minutes. A washcloth caught the dripping, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would appease right there, in the same bed, and fuck his baby as much as his soundbox could stand. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a one-third round in, he'd be a well-chosen man.

Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to rip the pillows from under Cookie and she was lying on her incline. No… he wanted her face to aspect. She groaned a minuscule as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no signs of waking up.
Once again, he spread her stage and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her warm bitch, once again. Once seated as deep as he could get, he reached for the bowl of insensate water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the bowl and flipped cold H2O onto cookie's tits, 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 pipe bowl and let a small-scale current trickle down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a pant from the girl and her eyes popped open up. Although it was still dour, she could see the figure who was filling her with his inwardness,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're thoroughly. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clit and began manipulating pleasure from it,"Oh, fuck, Yesss ! Oh, shit ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her trousering soon turned to recondite breath and soft snores. Don had never let up ; his piss hard was about to finally blow another load of cum and he wanted cookie to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to buffer, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the night light, he watched his knock-down stream of water hit the water in the toilet bowl like a waterfall. It was loud enough to be heard in the whole firm.

When he shook the concluding few drops free, he turned to see cooky standing in the doorway,"My turn. Why are you naked, Bubba ? diddly-squat ! Why am I naked ? Wait ! Was that… ? Oh, God, no, Don. Don't secern me that was you fucking me a fiddling while ago. No it couldn… was it you ?"
Don moved to the side and helped Cookie sit on the gutter,"You're damn right it was me. I fucked you three times so far, and I'll damn sure do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not hard right hand 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 gruelling cock felt in you, because you came hard, Cookie, really hard. Get back in bed."
Ten arcminute later, cookie broke the secrecy,"OK, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't Tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out Daddy was fucking me. ”