Sean pulled the letting car to the curb in front line of his sis 's house and parked. Pulling a small duffel bag from the back bottom, he started up the walkway to the front man porch.

He had n't seen Cynthia in a little over six month, and the final prison term he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd unsay a hoops. A month later, Cyn had given birthing to Lisa, his kickoff niece.

Let 's see, he thought, that would nominate Lisa about five month old, now !

He should take made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite coast made the misstep an expensive one. And he 'd used the last of that year 's vacation days on his last trip plate. Thankfully, the new class had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him down several fowl with one Edward Durell Stone : visit with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the first time, and also attend his unspoiled booster 's marriage. A side benefit was that he 'd be able to help oneself Cyn paint her husband 's den while he was away on a business trip. She was sure that Tom would be surprised by the renovation, when he returned home.

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

Pushing the door outdoors, 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 auditory sensation of her voice.

Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead in his raceway, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unlaced and both of her immense breasts bared.

Sean 's eyes flared exposed and his chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa 's mouth pressed against one of her big, beautiful breasts as she sat lovingly looking down at her babe. little Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her tiny hands, 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 boob, covering one and partially covering the former, from Sean 's peering stare.

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's okay, '' he said, trying to swallow the bale of cotton fiber that had mysteriously appeared in his sass as he tried to cool it the stirring he felt down in his jeans. `` 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, '' 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 wind up nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to help you in a few mo. ``

'' O.K., '' he said, taking another quick coup d'oeil at her partially exposed bosom as he set his overnight case on the coffee table.

He could n't consider how big her teat were. The only prison term he had seen them before was when they were child. They were midget, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from his sister 's titty as he saw a slight blush colouring her cheeks.

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

'' That 's fine, '' she called after him, `` It 's my mistake, really. I should have nursed her before. ``

Sean had arrived in his house painting clothes, so he had finished one paries and was starting on a second before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his undertaking to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and step-in. The hem of the shirt hung down in the presence and back, obscuring most of the thought, but the shirt arched up in a breaking ball on the sides, revealing the cincture of her panty where it crossed her rounded hip. The shirt was also thinly enough for him to note that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the nodding cut of her breasts was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her mamilla, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, 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 recognise her tomorrow. ``

'' Yeah, that 'd be nice, '' he smiled, glancing down at the unwrap segmentation peeking out from between the edge of her shirt and her jabbing breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll help you do another wall, then I 'll start on the trimming, '' she said, ignoring his prying expression as she bent down and picked up her hair curler and paint tray. `` I 've ordered a pizza delivery, for dinner party. ``

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

'' A half-hour on the tread-wheel, every day, '' she said, feigning wiping sweat from her os frontale. `` It 'll keep you fit and garnish. ``

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

'' Why, thank you, '' she laughed softly, noting the slight rosiness coloring her cheeks.

Watching his baby motility about with her jumbo, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious land of arousal. He tried his best to keep it hidden by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of steady work had the bulwark and trim covered in new key. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intended replication to painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a flash lament -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to survey her, Artemis led the way to the nursery. Lifting her infant daughter from the trot, she placed her in her uncle 's unsure arms.

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

'' Oh -- you mean this look on my typeface ? '' Sean shook his head. `` It is n't fear. It 's more care want of knowing what to do. I can sense it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a change of diapers. ``

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

With Cynthia looking on with an amused smiling, Sean followed her pedagogy and handled the diaper-change rather well, all affair considered.

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

Shortly, the breast feeding was finished, and Cynthia buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one less button was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their task of painting. An minute later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handiwork.

'' Looks not bad, '' Cynthia beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a swell team ... ''

'' Yeah, maybe we ought to set up a commercial enterprise, '' he laughed. `` But first, I think you 'd better houseclean up. You look like you 've got green measles. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You or me ... the shower ? '' he said, leaning down and dropping his brush into a pail of water.

'' You, you, I guess. Yeah, you can go first, '' she said, following him over to the bucket. `` 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 bag on the way, he hurried down the residence 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 accident, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the low temperature water and stood under it until his rooster finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable size ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pj's and slippers on before heading back out to the living elbow room. Stepping into the living room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a blast in the fireplace and had a bottleful of wine-colored sitting on the coffee table. Beside the wine sat two glasses. One empty and the other, half entire.

'' 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 mirror image 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 interest about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. `` I 'll be back. Make yourself comfortable and have a glass of wine-colored ... ''

'' OK, '' he grunted, watching the sway of her hips under the shirt as she strolled away.

Sitting on the lounge, sipping his vino, he watched the flame frolic in the hearth, sending tincture dancing on the walls in the dim Light. He was feeling fond and tea cozy, partially due to the firing 's warmth and partially due to the vino. A curious inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the couch while his beautiful sister was down the hallway in the exhibitioner.

Naked.

Not that he had experienced the inSeanacy of marriage, but this felt a lot like what he imagined lifetime with the the right way woman would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pajama nates. The thought of her standing under the warm piddle, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden titty, immediately took its toll and his cock was once again fully erect ... and ready.

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

thinking back, he remembered their niggardliness as children. What a long time ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a infant. He was sixteen, horny all the time and always looking for a piece of pussy no subject the source. He had to allow, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that Platonic love for her could easily cross the line and go something much more.

Much, a good deal more.

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

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's body of work shed out behind the house doing something. What, he could n't commemorate. He had just been entering puberty, and was beginning to note that girls were different than boy. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's chest were starting to stupefy out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and curious pauperization to see them.

The memory 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 bigger, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, come on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll depict you my, uh, my phallus. ``

'' Why would I desire to see your ... your phallus ? '' she snickered, turning to present him. `` Besides, I 've already seen one. ``

'' I do n't live, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a girl 's breast, or pussy, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's pecker ? ``

'' A couple of week ago. I saw baton Lyndon Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all heavy and stuff and nonsense when I showed him my tits. ``

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

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

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

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But initiative, I 'll testify you my titties and maybe that 'll get it hard, like Billy 's got when I showed my tits to him. Then we can assess it ! ``

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

After another agile check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her short outpouring dress.

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

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

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

Finally, with her apparel unbuttoned all the way down to her waist, she slowly spread it receptive to bring out her humble, budding breasts.

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

Her breasts, if you could ring them that, were small, round mounds of pink figure, each tipped with a small, pea-sized mamilla that jutted out, gruelling and swollen.

He had n't recognized it, back then. Now, eight years later, he understood that it was her own excitement that had aroused those little 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 hound the schema of her quarter-sized areola and then vellicate her jutting tit again.

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

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

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but indicate me your pecker first. ``

He could n't explain why, but his cock was now hard as a rock. This was all so new to him. New belief, new emotions, uncharted territorial dominion. ``

'' Okay, '' he said, unsnapping his pants. `` How big was Billy 's ... billy 's St. Peter ? ``

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

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

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

'' 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 bulge of his dick jutting out against his white, cotton shorts. `` It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big. ``

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

'' Wow ! It is big ... even big than Billy 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his cock was pocket-sized. Still staring down at his cock. `` Can I contact it ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, uh, surely, '' he said, thrusting his pelvic arch forward, bringing it confining to her.

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

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

'' Wait, wait a bit, '' she huffed, wrapping her handwriting around the thick shaft of his oversize putz. `` It 's so big. ``

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

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

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your pull your pantie down while I watch out the windowpane and realise sure nobody is coming. ``

'' okay, '' she said, pushing her father 's tools aside and crawling up onto his work table. `` But stay fresh watching and do n't be looking at me until I tell you. ``

'' I will ... I will, just travel rapidly up, '' he muttered, watching the back door of their house.

'' Okay ... okey, you can look, '' she finally said.

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the midsection of the mesa with her articulatio genus splayed out, and her white-hot, cotton fiber panties wrapped around her ankle. As she did, her puberulent pussy defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny legs. A diffused snarl of sparse chocolate-brown hairs encircled the knife-slit slice that bisected the hammock of bod between her ramification as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

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

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

'' Where 's your ... your clitoris, your clit ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the diminutive, soft lips surrounding her secret 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 edge of the table.

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

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

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

'' Go ... go hide, '' Cynthia blurted out, jumping down off the table and jerking her panties up. '' I 'll tell her I have n't seen you and you can come in later. OK. ``

'' 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 sonant grin played at the corner of his mouth as the in conclusion of the incident played through his idea. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to hear the strait of his Sister 's footsteps as she entered the keep room.

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

Dragging himself back to the face, Sean turned and saw his babe padding across the support room toward him. She had a big, white towel wrapped around her hair and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her body and tied at the waist.

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

'' mustiness 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 tomentum, she began drying it, roughly rubbing it with the towel. As she did, her big, jiggling breasts drooped down, forcing the gown open.

Gawking down at her big tit, he felt his hard cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful knocker. rung, melon-sized breast, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee table and looked down at her exposed breasts.

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

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

The silence was deafening. There was no sound except for the crepitation of the ardor as Artemis, still clutching her gown together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to confront him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her clothe down between her legs and laid her arm on the rear of the couch.
Sean did n't know what to say to her ... or do. How could he tell her how he really felt about her ? How could he recount her that he really loved her like a sis, but that he wanted to have it away her like a man loves his cleaning lady ?

'' 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 testify you my breasts ? If you could anticipate them breasts 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 unspoiled foretoken, is n't it ?

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

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

What ? This is too easy, he told himself. She had joked about her breasts, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to show it to her. Show her how much it had grown. What would she suppose ? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock hard core ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine-colored. `` I 've always wondered what would have happened, if we 'd had another ten or 15 minutes undisturbed. You know that I was a Virgo 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. ``

'' Well, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how close you came to getting your maiden cherry ? Your baby 's cherry ? ``

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would feature been something. Getting my sexy, hot sister 's cherry ! 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 vino. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his glass, he leaned back and laid his arm on the book binding of the couch. Now their men were almost touching. Moving his helping hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the vertebral column of her hand. As he did, he saw her wince, pulling her hand away, then looked into his centre. He did n't move as he gazed into her centre. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

A impassioned jolt of fervour arced through his dick, making it jerk down inside his pajamas. She seemed to discover too, as she glanced down at the bulge of his cock, then back up to his brass. 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 easygoing affection of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and forth across her palm as she gazed into his center. Finally, he felt her paw facilitate out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it grasp his hand and bun it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickling across his palm, sending another jolt of electrical energy arcing through his peter.

The signal could n't have been 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 knot capable as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling fingers, he spread the ends of the knock apart. Then, with the run whang lying in her lap, he clasped the edge of her robe between his fingerbreadth. Looking back up into her warm, hazel center, he lightly spread her gown give, letting her mountainous gem slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to spread her gown assailable until she shrugged her shoulders and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her cunt cum into view.

'' Oh, God ... '' he gasped, seeing that her kitty was smooth-shaven ... bald ... bald as Lisa 's picayune butt. `` So ... so pretty. ``

Shrugging her shoulders again, Cynthia let the gown diminish away from her soundbox to pass water on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs hang at the knees, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her pussy, she unfurled her ramification. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a foot to the level and spread her peg apart.

'' Does it still look the same, '' she asked, a coy smile playing on her back talk. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able-bodied to see all the corner and crannies ... ''

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

'' Yes ... at least I hoped we would ! ``

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

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

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his hand and gently caressing the taut pelt of her breasts. `` They look so ponderous ... and full, full of Milk. ``

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

'' baby 's Milk River, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sister 's sweet milk ... ''

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

'' What ? What ? '' he asked gorging himself on her beautiful, raw 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 couch 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 first, '' she laughed, running her hired man down to her twat, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your peter. I want to see my Brother 's big peter. ``

'' Uh, okay, '' he grinned, reaching down and unsnapping his pyjama bottom.

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

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her widened centre studied the bobbing monster. `` I ca n't think I thought five column inch was big. And look at it now. It 's definitely bad than billystick Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

'' Really ... lots bad, '' she giggled. `` My little sidekick 's not so little, any more ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the couch as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, intumescent teat 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 lips down to her bulging nipple. Opening his mouth like a infant about to lactate, he took the mammilla between his lips and instinctively began to gently go down on on it. Her milk began to flow immediately. Tasting the sweet succus as it gushed out into his rima oris, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the ribbon of his hired man. It was cloggy ... large with her milk ... mother 's Milk River ... Sister 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. With zip to compare it to except cow milk, he found her Milk River to be lean and sweeter.

Savoring the sweetness of her warm up milk, he began to suckle harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his nerve and dribble down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the mellisonant juice outpouring out into his sucking mouthpiece. At first he had closed his eye as he sucked on the big, rubbery bulb, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her chest by its heavy weightiness, its big, self-conceited nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a small, T. H. White stream of her delicious Milk River oozed out of it, trickling down the curved underside of her knocker, then disappeared into the crack class between her titty and her breast.

Milk continued to stream forth from her titty as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the Sweet Milk River. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tightness of her breast lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its scrumptious table of contents into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her fingerbreadth through his pilus as he greedily consumed her rich, addictive liquor. As she did, out of the turning point of his eye, he could see her branch slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her long finger's breadth caressing her jut clit.

As she held his mouthpiece pressed against her quivering white meat with one bridge player, she brought pleasance to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his manus up to her belly and eased it down between her peg. Running his fingers over the soft, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her 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 warm up wetness of her kitty with his finger. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging tightness of his sister 's hot slit, he felt a jolt of electricity surge through his stopcock as he held it shoved up against her thigh.
'' mmmmmmm, '' she murmured out and began to ever so gently thrust herself up against his manus as he slowly worked his digit in and out of her pussy.
He could n't think how easily this had all happened. It was as if it had all been foreordained. They had almost fallen into each former 's arms. It was like they had both known it would happen. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many long time ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a renewal ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experimentation they 'd begun in their father 's tool shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the outpouring of milk slow to a trickle, then stop over altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful vessel of its creamy fill, and now it was his act to return the favor. Now he would give up his creamy, seed-laden pick to her.

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

Reluctant to release her breast, on the one hand, yet excited, on the other, he lifted his lips up off her puffy nipple as a few final drops of milk oozed out of the tip of the empurple nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and human knee beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her branch and then the other. When he did, she spread her ramification wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the knockout that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of excitement titillation through his big, bobbing cock.

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

'' I need to taste your former sweet nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his backtalk down along the curve of her body to lap at her dripping sex.

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

'' You can eat my pussy later, big piddling 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 brush against the fleshy brim guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips advertize his tool down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his cock down into her and felt her hot kitty wrap itself around it.

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

exploitation her feet, Artemis jabbing herself up against him as she wrapped her arm around his neck opening and pulled his sassing down onto hers. Mouths open, they kissed, their tongues sinuating and intertwining. Sean could feel her slit clutching down around his cock as they devoured each other.

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

'' Yes, infant, '' she nodded, a wicked smiling on her lips. `` roll in the hay me. Fuck your big sister ! ``

Then he began to work his hip back and forth, pumping his rooster in and out of her thirsty cunt. As he did, she met him on every down stroke with an up stroke of her own.

As his chest rubbed back and onward across her hilly tits, he could feel her ardent milk coating one slope 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 sheen of sticky, snowy foam as his prick 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 branch and wrap them around his spine, lifting herself to meet his thrusts.

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

'' dependable, '' he grunted, lowering his face down to her cockle tits.

Sucking on her hard tit, he nipped them with his tooth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding attack. Sucking on her nipple, he found his mouth once again full of the dessert nectar that flowed from her.

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

Understanding that she had to hold open the elixir from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his sassing from it.

Sean hammered his cock into her drool puss over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the passionateness 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 cock in and out of her at a angry pace.

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

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a retentive, 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 thrill and quake. Sean was on the brink of a massive explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his cock. He could feel her hot juice pouring out around the shaft of his buried slit as she came and came. Finally, with a last grunting gasp, she began to mellow back down onto the bed as he began to pump his peter in and out of her oozing kitty-cat once again. But this meter, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few chance event to land him the relief he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurt of hot gooey cum dead reckoning from his peter, filling her kitty-cat with its sticky estrus. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' I could n't, I could n't let myself be that selfish. Not even tonight, until I was trusted that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her pussy down around his shrinking penis. `` It would make ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would have to live out a lie. Live a secret life, never being capable to share our privy with anyone. But now ... now we can construct it work. I have a husband and daughter to conceal behind. Now no one will think anything about my hunky comrade hanging out here some of the time. No one will ever ask to know about our closed book. ``

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

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

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tears from her nerve. `` But it will make every second we spend together that much more precious, each moment a treasure that we can take out and savor any time we want, and no one will know ... no one but you and me. ``

'' I still think it would be better if we were together all the clock time, '' he fussed, slowly easing his deflating prick out of her cum-filled pussy.

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

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll ease up her a nursing bottle ... '' she said, smiling at him.

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his oral fissure down to the big, pouting nipple, pointing up at him, she cradled his brain in the crook of her arm. Closing his lips around the purplish-pink thickening, he began to suck in, gently at offset, but harder as he felt the ardent nectar Begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his tongue around her big, darkened nipple. Then, he sucked the bloated tit back into his sassing and flicked his natural language back and forth across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to draw again, he was rewarded with another gush of warm, unfermented Milk.

Cynthia lay on the bed with her pass thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to pull on the tit with his lip. Her breathing rate increased, making her knocker rising slope and free fall at a faster pace as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery teat. Running his hand down over her jiggling tummy, he searched for the initiative of her pussy. As she felt him running his digit up the juice-coated rift between her fleshy love-lips, she eased her legs wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her snatch, he slowly eased a fingerbreadth 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 spot with cryptic, unshakable accident of his finger's breadth, she began to gently hunch forward herself up at his hand.

Lifting his mouth from her breast, he saw that she had her headway back and her centre closed.

'' Touch yourself, '' he whispered, working his finger across her g-spot.

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her manus down to her over her bay window to her clitoris. `` So dependable ... feels so good. ``

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

Her milk ... her sweet, warm milk began to fall again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant Calidris canutus of quivering flesh with his lips. 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 across her jutting clit.

He could experience a spumy finishing of her Milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant knocker and tit. Then, crazily, a motion picture of a guy with a milk mustache popped into his head from the commercial message.

Got Milk. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her breast began to jiggle and agitate as her beautiful butt jerked and shook.

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

Her script flew away from her clitoris and she grabbed up a fist good of the canvas while she made a grimacing face.

Then all at once, he saw a spurt of juice shoot up from her pussy into the air and splash 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 digit was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one early place ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this time landing on his hand and coating it with its awkward warmness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thick to be pee. It was succus ... pussy juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the stuff between his finger and thumb. His babe was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too bedamn amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so nooky crazy.
Finally, her hips dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering groan. It was unmanageable keeping his back talk latched down around her spewing nipple with her breast heave up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a 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 great deal 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 fingers to her oral fissure, she tentatively licked her knife across them. A smiling lit up her boldness 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 the like cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his tongue across her fingertips.

'' Unh-huh, '' he mumbled, looking down at the whitish froth covering her areola, surrounding the big, purplish nipple poking up out of the meat of it, `` but your Milk River is sweeter.

'' I guess that 's why men like it so very much, '' she laughed softly, cupping her other bosom and slowly lifting its pap up to her mouth.

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

'' Would you like to fuck them, '' she asked.

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

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

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd like to fuck 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 putz was above the vale between her huge breasts. As he did, he felt his big, dangling balls drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery shininess of her essence. Looking down at her smiling expression, he lowered his cock down until it touched her hot hide. With his knees splayed out in line with her tits, he watched her clutch her tits and squelch them down around his cock. Holding his peter trapped between her tits, she grasped her tit between her digit and ovolo. Then as she toyed with her mammilla, Sean saw them begin to dribble out two streams of white milk down onto his putz. The Milk provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly wreak it back and forth between her tits. Fucking her monster tits was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his hammer was being bathed in her sweet Milk was unadulterated ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so fucking hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weight on his hands and stifle as he watched his big, milk-slathered rooster sliding in and out between her big tits.

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

She shoved the pillow under her forefront, bending her head forward and placing her lip right in the track of his thrusting cock-head.

'' Oh fuck, '' he cursed, as he began to rock back and forth again, watching and feeling the chief of his cock sloping trough between her backtalk every time he thrust forward.

In no fourth dimension, his peter had churned up a milky lather between her breasts as it sloshed in and out between them.

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

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

Sean could feel the powerhouse down inside his flopping Ball begin to gather and form into an impending explosion. As it grew, he worked his rosehip back and forth debauched and faster, making his cock pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

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

Before he could release another load, Cynthia jerked her hands away from her tits and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His Saint Peter the Apostle slid between her lips, into her mouth and continued, bumping against the possibility of her throat just as the second giant load spurted out of the tip of his SOB.

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

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

He was dead from the waist down. He could barely even endure on his hands and knees as his trembling peg turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his shaft out of her pharynx and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his rear beside her. Trying to view his breath, he looked over at her and saw her run her slight pink tongue over her lips as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her mitt across her lips and mentum, wiping away the creamy application that covered them.

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

'' What do you call up ? '' he groaned, leaning over and giving her big, jutting nipple a kiss.

'' I think so, '' she laughed softly, leaning over and giving him a longsighted, lingering candy kiss on the rim. `` I think so ... ''