“ Hi, Don, wan na help me get her up to her room ? She passed out a couple hours ago ; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can't keep back her alcohol."
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister's best champion,"We can just swan her onto the couch and you can stay the rest of the night with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big fourth dimension. Besides, I have a voiceless 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 rinse mom's piece of paper and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't stay ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her gather in."

cooky was less than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his black slash, about six month earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on cooky and given her everything. Two twenty-four hour period after his funeral, Cookie found the stash of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old reclining chair. She was hooked after the get-go drink of the smooth liquor.

"We'll just leave her clothes on her. She can sleep in the stink."
"DONNIE PARKER ! ignominy on you ; you turd. Get your laughingstock out of here. I'm gon na unclothe her and throw her clothes inside the washing machine. You can wash them in the morning time ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a little and they, jointly, took each other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't save his peter activity limited to one young lady. Once he got a taste of fucking, he wanted them all. That ended any romanticist possibilities with James Augustine Aloysius 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 mansion to the usefulness way, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff pecker,"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 unquiet to discover out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his jammies, which he had donned to answer the room access, pitched them onto the couch 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 rag. She won't know, anyway. James Augustine Aloysius Joyce's tight ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the tabloid back and appraised his small baby's fine set of mammilla. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her thick seismic disturbance of red hair… a spry coup d'oeil at her pussy mound confirmed both were the same semblance. Once he looked at that cunt, 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 legs apart and crawled between them,"Actually,"he spoke to his unconscious sister,"I've wanted some of your puss since I was about ten. I believe an eleven class wait is long enough. I just wish well 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 wad of lubricator ; even a little sloppy, but he didn't mind. He needed relief.
When Cookie's heart opened for a second, 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 jack out of you. We should have got been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel thoroughly, short sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his time for about ten minutes, until he began feeling his ballock tighten. Hid peter never felt harder, or fully grown as he rammed his total distance into her faster and faster.
"Oh, dickhead, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'shit ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh perdition, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, Cookie ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his actions, or his calling out. She just lay there like a bump up doll, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipples for a few minutes before he pulled the sheet over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her unspoilt night,"And thank you for the laborious flack my musket ball have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid shaft and egg, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"Shit, my dick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting Cookie cleaned up a piddling, so he picked her up and carried her to the toilet. After sitting her limp body on the throne, he found the douche nursing bottle and filled it with strong body of water. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the snoot in her snatch as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the warm piss. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the full nozzle inside her for the indorse lightbulb total of the quick mixture.
Next he took a lavation cloth and cleaned her bush, ass, and all detail in between. pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowling ball of ice water and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my putz ; even if I have to jostle it in your asshole."
He rolled cookie to one side and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid segment jacked up, her kitty was just right for bow-wow style. His cock had much less lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice cube from the bowl. He rubbed the frozen clump across her pucker, then shoved it into her cunt. His hardness shoved it recondite, but there was still no response from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another hard, hot serial of cum ; which took close to twenty minutes. A face cloth caught the dripping, ovalbumin ointment as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would stick around right there, in the Lapplander bed, and fuck his sister as much as his body could stand. He hoped he could do it fifteen clock time, but knew if he only got a third daily round in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a make hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to pluck the pillows from under cooky and she was lying on her incline. No… he wanted her face to face. She groaned a little as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no planetary house 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 deep as he could get, he reached for the bowl of frigidity water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his finger in the sports stadium and flipped common cold water onto Cookie's tit, breast and abdomen. At number 1, she reacted with just a wince. Once she realized she has a knockout cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to fulfill the thrusts.

Don tilted the bowl and let a minuscule flow drip down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the girl and her eye popped exposed. Although it was still sullen, she could see the physique who was filling her with his meat,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're serious. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hired hand sought her clit and began manipulating pleasure from it,"Oh, fuck, Yesss ! Oh, diddly ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to deep breaths and mild snores. Don had never let up ; his pee-pee hard was about to finally blow another burden of cum and he wanted biscuit to own it all.
Once he filled her again and began to mince, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the night light, he watched his powerful stream of urine hit the water in the toilet bowl like a waterfall. It was loud enough to be heard in the whole menage.

When he shook the hold out few free fall free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the room access,"My round. Why are you bare, Bubba ? diddly ! Why am I naked ? Wait ! Was that… ? Oh, God, no, Don. Don't tell me that was you fucking me a little while ago. No it couldn… was it you ?"
Don moved to the slope and helped cookie sit on the toilet,"You're damn powerful 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 now, but I probably will be before daylight."

cooky started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not right for…"
Don interrupted her,"Irish bull. You loved how it felt, don't try to deny it. You absolutely loved how my hard cock felt in you, because you came hard, cooky, really punishing. Get back in bed."
Ten moment later, biscuit broke the silence,"okeh, 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. ”