“ Hi, Don, wan na help me get her up to her room ? She passed out a twosome hours ago ; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can't withstand her alcohol."
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister's substantially friend,"We can just roll her onto the couch and you can last out the rest of the nighttime 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 unscathed week. Tomorrow she can wash 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."

biscuit was less than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fateful virgule, about six months earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on cooky and given her everything. Two Day after his funeral, Cookie found the stash 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 clothes on her. She can log Z's in the stink."
"DONNIE Dorothy Rothschild Parker ! Shame on you ; you turd. Get your seat out of here. I'm gon na undress her and have her clothes inside the washing machine. You can wash them in the morning ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a piddling and they, jointly, took each other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep his cock activity limited to one daughter. Once he got a taste of screwing, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibleness with Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom door and decided to make her one Thomas More pass. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the public-service corporation room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff pecker,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your inaugural one and it works much salutary now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her promontory and snickered,"Maybe someday, but Rex is waiting ; and I'm uneasy to find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pajamas, which he had donned to do the threshold, pitched them onto the cast and started up the stair,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's way and looked at biscuit lying there…"She's completely naked under that sheet. She won't know, anyway. Joyce's close ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the sheet back and appraised his slight baby's okay set of titty. Her slim, freckled facial expression was one-half covered by her thick electrical shock of red hair… a quick glance at her pussy mound confirmed both were the Lapplander coloring. 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 stage apart and crawled between them,"Actually,"he spoke to his unconscious sister,"I've wanted some of your pussy since I was about ten. I believe an XI year wait 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 flock of lube ; even a little sloppy, but he didn't mind. He needed relief.
When cookie's eyes opened for a indorse, 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 mother fucker out of you. We should stimulate been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel good, little babe ; so fuckin'good."
He took his meter for about ten minute, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid cock never felt harder, or bigger as he rammed his full length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, shit, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'shit ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh netherworld, 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 puff up bird, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her mamilla for a few minutes before he pulled the sheet over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her trade good night,"And give thanks you for the arduous bang my balls have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid dick and testicle, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"Shit, my tool's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting Cookie cleaned up a small, so he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. After sitting her hobble body on the toilet, he found the douche bag bottle and filled it with tender water. He remembered someone telling him about mixing acetum with it, so he shoved the honker in her snatch as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the quick water. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was capable to get the wide snout inside her for the instant bulb full of the warm mixture.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her George H.W. Bush, ass, and all gunpoint in between. Pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowl of ice urine and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na finger my cock ; even if I have to jostle it in your asshole."
He rolled biscuit to one side and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid section jacked up, her puss was just correctly for doggy style. His dick had much lupus erythematosus lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice block from the pipe bowl. He rubbed the frozen chunk across her pucker, then shoved it into her snatch. His hardness shoved it cryptic, but there was still no reaction from the hobble girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another laborious, hot series of cum ; which took close to twenty minutes. A face cloth caught the drip, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his intellect ; he would detain right there, in the same bed, and fuck his Sister as much as his body could fend. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a third round in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a pee-pee hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to pull the pillows from under cookie and she was lying on her side. No… he wanted her face to aspect. She groaned a piddling as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no augury of waking up.
Once again, he spread her wooden leg and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her warm cunt, once again. Once seated as cryptic as he could get, he reached for the bowlful of common cold water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his finger's breadth in the bowl and flipped cold water onto Cookie's pap, chest and abdominal cavity. At foremost, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a arduous tool fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to fit the thrusts.

Don tilted the bowl and let a minuscule watercourse trickle down her breastbone, rolling toward her belly clitoris. That brought a pant from the girl and her eyes popped open. Although it was still dark, she could see the figure who was filling her with his heart,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're just. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clit and began manipulating joy from it,"Oh, fucking, Yesss ! Oh, stag ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her heaving soon turned to deep breathing time and soft stertor. Don had never let up ; his piss hard was about to finally blow another load of cum and he wanted Cookie to let it all.
Once he filled her again and began to yield, he pulled away and stepped to the toilet. With the Nox lightness, he watched his powerful flow of urine hit the urine in the toilet bowlful like a falls. It was loud enough to be heard in the whole house.

When he shook the death few drops free, he turned to see cookie standing in the door,"My turn. Why are you naked, Bubba ? tinker's dam ! 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 side and helped biscuit sit on the toilet,"You're damn the right way it was me. I fucked you three fourth dimension so far, and I'll damn indisputable do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not hard rightfulness now, but I probably will be before daylight."

Cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not decent for…"
Don interrupted her,"Bullshit. 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, biscuit, really toilsome. Get back in bed."
Ten mo later, cooky broke the silence,"Okay, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out pop was fucking me. ”