Sean pulled the rental car to the curb in front of his sister 's home and parked. Pulling a modest duffel bag from the dorsum posterior, he started up the walkway to the front porch.

He had n't seen Cynthia in a little over six month, and the go fourth dimension he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd swallowed a hoops. A calendar month later, Cyn had given birth to Lisa, his showtime niece.

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

He should have got made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite glide made the trip an expensive one. And he 'd used the close of that year 's holiday days on his conclusion tripper family. Thankfully, the new twelvemonth had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this head trip to let him drink down several birds with one stone : visit with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the first time, and also attend his effective friend 's wedding party. A English benefit was that he 'd be able to help oneself Cyn paint her married man 's den while he was away on a business organization trip. She was certain 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 door, inviting him to come in.

Pushing the doorway open, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

'' I 'm here, in the keep room, '' she responded loudly.

'' Uh, okay, '' he said walking toward the sound of her voice.

Stepping into the life room, he stopped absolutely in his cart track, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch ... breast feeding Lisa. With her blouse completely unfastened and both of her immense breasts bared.

Sean 's eyes flared open and his chin dropped as he stared at his babe. She had Lisa 's mouth pressed against one of her big, beautiful bosom as she sat lovingly looking down at her baby. fiddling Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her tiny hands, hungrily sucking away at the teat as Sean looked on in fascination.

Then, Cynthia looked up and saw him staring at her with a offend look on his face.

'' Oops ... sorry ... I forgot, '' she laughed, draping her shirt over her boob, covering one and partially covering the early, from Sean 's peering stare.

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's hunky-dory, '' he said, trying to swallow the Basel of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his mouth as he tried to calm 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 feast, '' 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 depart. Let me just land up nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to help you in a few minutes. ``

'' okeh, '' he said, taking another quick glimpse at her partially exposed tit as he set his overnighter on the coffee table.

He could n't believe how big her titty were. The lone clock time he had seen them before was when they were kids. They were midget, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his centre away from his babe 's breast as he saw a slight rosiness color her cheeks.

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

'' That 's alright, '' she called after him, `` It 's my break, really. I should have nursed her earlier. ``

Sean had arrived in his house painting clothes, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a second before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and panties. The hem of the shirt hung down in the strawman and back, obscuring nigh of the horizon, but the shirt arched up in a bender on the incline, revealing the waistband of her panties where it crossed her rounded rosehip. The shirt was also melt off enough for him to take down that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the drooping swing of her titty was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her nipples, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, were poking blatantly against the careworn 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 know her tomorrow. ``

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

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll aid you do another paries, then I 'll start on the passementerie, '' she said, ignoring his prying spirit as she bent down and picked up her roller and rouge tray. `` I 've ordered a pizza delivery, for dinner. ``

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

'' A half-hour on the treadmill, every day, '' she said, feigning wiping sweat from her brow. `` It 'll keep you fit and trim. ``

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

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

Watching his sis motility about with her giant, milk-laden chest undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious country of arousal. He tried his trump to maintain it hidden by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of steady work had the paries and trim covered in new paint. The pizza pie arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intended issue to painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a meretricious wail -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to follow her, Cynthia led the way to the glasshouse. Lifting her infant daughter from the trot, she placed her in her uncle 's timid arms.

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

'' Oh -- you mean this look on my face ? '' Sean shook his head. `` It is n't reverence. It 's Sir Thomas More like lack of knowing what to do. I can smell it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a change of diapers. ``

'' Then we 'll give you a bit more drill, '' 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 program line and handled the diaper-change rather well, all matter considered.

Then, of track, he had to endure the stack of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Artemis nursed Lisa before putting her rear to bed for the night.

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Artemis buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one less button was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their task of painting. An hour later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handicraft.

'' Looks great, '' Cynthia beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a great team ... ''

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

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

Impulsively, Sean grabbed her deal and brought her fingerbreadth to his mouth. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her fingerbreadth a lingering kiss.

Questioningly, she looked into his eyes, her boldness 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 bonk ... it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

'' No, no, it 's okey, '' she said, taking a stair back as her big breast swayed ponderously under her shirt. `` It just took me by surprise ... that 's all. It was a sweet matter to do. ``

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

'' What do you entail ? '' she asked, with a puzzled spirit on her face.

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

'' You, you, I guess. Yeah, you can go first, '' she said, following him over to the buckets. `` I 'll clean up this mess while you go fresh yourself up. ``

'' Okay, '' he grinned, standing up and departing toward the bathroom.

Grabbing his overnight bag on the way, he hurried down the mansion house 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 separatrix, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the common cold H2O and stood under it until his cock finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable sizing ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pyjama and slipper on before heading back out to the bread and butter room. Stepping into the living way, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a fire in the open fireplace and had a bottle of wine-coloured sitting on the burnt umber table. Beside the wine sat two deoxyephedrine. One empty and the other, half full phase of the moon.

'' I thought maybe you 'd drowned or something, '' she laughed softly, getting up from the couch.

She had turned the visible light down low and the thoughtfulness 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 occupy about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. `` I 'll be back. Make yourself well-fixed and have a glass of wine ... ''

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

Sitting on the sofa, sipping his wine, he watched the flames frolic in the hearth, sending fantasm dancing on the walls in the dim light. He was feeling warm and cozy, partially due to the fire 's warmth and partially due to the wine. A curious inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the sofa while his beautiful sister was down the hallway in the shower.

Naked.

Not that he had experienced the inSeanacy of married couple, but this felt a lot like what he imagined liveliness with the right woman would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his jammies bottoms. The sentiment of her standing under the tender water, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden tits, immediately took its toll and his turncock was once again fully erect ... and ready.

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

thought back, he remembered their tightfistedness as kid. What a hanker time ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a baby. He was sixteen, horny all the time and always looking for a piece of pussy no matter the source. He had to take on, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that platonic love for her could easily interbreed the line and go something much more.

Much, very much more.

Then that day ten eld ago came rushing into his psyche ...

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's employment shed out behind the house doing something. What, he could n't think. He had just been entering puberty, and was beginning to notice that girls were unlike than boys. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's bosom were starting to cleave out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and peculiar pauperization to see them.

The memory of that incident played itself out in Technicolor, on the wide-screen of his mind ...

'' How total your, uh, those are sticking out like that ? '' he asked her as he pointed at the bodice of her dress.

'' Those are my bosom, silly. They 're getting grownup, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Why would I want to see your ... your member ? '' she snickered, turning to face him. `` Besides, I 've already seen one. ``

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

'' A match of calendar week ago. I saw billystick Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all firmly and stuff when I showed him my tits. ``

'' Well, if you could read Billy Johnson, you could show 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 inches when I make it, you know, toilsome, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But first, I 'll evidence you my titty and maybe that 'll make it surd, like Billy 's got when I showed my teat to him. Then we can measure it ! ``

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

After another quick check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her footling spring dress.

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

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

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

Finally, with her dress unbuttoned all the way down to her waist, she slowly spread it open to reveal her modest, budding breasts.

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

Her breasts, if you could cry them that, were small, brush up mounds of pink physical body, each tipped with a small, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, hard 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 picayune pebbles ...

'' Wow, '' he grunted. `` Can I touch one ? ``

'' Just a lilliputian, '' she murmured.

Inquisitively, he reached out and fingered the jutting bud, delicately running his digit over it. She watched his finger trace the abstract of her quarter-sized areola and then tickle her jutting nipple again.

'' okay, '' she mumbled, pushing his hired hand 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 dick, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your slit ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but show me your cock first. ``

He could n't explain why, but his stopcock was now hard as a rock. This was all so new to him. New touch sensation, new emotions, chartless territory. ``

'' Okay, '' he said, unsnapping his pants. `` How big was Billy 's ... truncheon 's putz ? ``

'' I do n't jazz, '' she giggled, `` I did n't possess a tape mensuration with me. But it looked really big. Too big to put it in my little kitty-cat. ``

'' Have you ever had ... had a prick in your twat ? ``

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

'' No ... no ... '' he said, grinning shyly, pushing his pants down. `` Maybe we could, uh, you know, uh do it later. ``

'' I 'll give to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the bulge of his cock jutting out against his white, cotton wool underdrawers. `` 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 openhanded than Billy 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his peter was pocket-size. Still staring down at his cock. `` Can I partake it ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, uh, sure, '' he said, thrusting his hips forward, bringing it closer to her.

'' I ... I never saw one as big before, '' she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her digit down his puff up, four-inch rooster. `` I do n't think it will fit in my pussy. ``

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

'' postponement, wait a minute, '' she huffed, wrapping her helping hand around the thick shaft of his oversize hammer. `` 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 windowpane toward their household. `` We ca n't let anybody catch us doing this, though. ``

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your rip your step-in down while I watch out the window and wee-wee indisputable nobody is coming. ``

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

'' I will ... I will, just hurry up, '' he muttered, watching the hinder door of their house.

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

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the mesa with her knees splayed out, and her white, cotton fiber panties wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her puberulent puss defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny branch. A delicate tangle of sparse brown whisker encircled the knife-slit slice that bisected the hill of soma between her legs as he gazed down at it in curiosity and awe.

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

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

'' Where 's your ... your clitoris, your button ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, soft lips surrounding her secluded place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two fingerbreadth down the slit and peeling the fleshy hood back off her toy 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 St. Peter the Apostle will fit ? '' he asked, grabbing her by the thigh and pulling her over to the edge of the table.

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

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

'' Crap, '' 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 scanty up. '' I 'll narrate her I have n't seen you and you can come in later. Okay. ``

'' 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 soft smiling played at the corners of his mouth as the shoemaker's last of the incident played through his brain. He was so caught up in the retentiveness that he failed to take heed the sound of his sister 's step as she entered the bread and butter room.

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

Dragging himself back to the demonstrate, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the bread and butter room toward him. She had a big, tweed towel wrapped around her pilus and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her torso and tied at the waistline.

'' Uh, oh, nothing, '' he blushed, eyeing the swell of her breasts under the robe.

'' mustiness have been something, '' she laughed softly, easing down onto the cast and leaning forward, `` I called to you twice, and you did n't do. ''

Unwrapping her hair, she began drying it, roughly rubbing it with the towel. As she did, her big, jiggling titty drooped down, forcing the gown open.

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his punishing cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful white meat. Round, melon-sized breasts, 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 lamentable ... I did n't know, '' she blushed, clutching her bathrobe closed. `` You must think I 'm such a klutz ... ''

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

The quiet was deafening. There was no sound except for the crackleware of the fire as Artemis, still clutching her gown together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to face him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her robe down between her pegleg and laid her arm on the vertebral column of the couch.
Sean did n't get it on what to say to her ... or do. How could he tell her how he really felt about her ? How could he evidence her that he really loved her like a sister, but that he wanted to love her like a man loves his woman ?

'' 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 express you my breasts ? If you could call them breasts back then ... they were so pocket-sized, '' she laughed.

'' Yeah, that day, '' he said, gulping.

She remembered, he giddily thought. And she 's even joking about it. That 's a trade good sign, is n't it ?

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

'' And I bet your ... your, what did you call it back then ? Oh, yeah, your shaft ... I bet your peter has grown a petty, too, '' she smiled, glancing down at the obvious lump 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 rooster had grown since then. Maybe he ought to point it to her. Show her how much it had grown. What would she think ? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock tough marrow ?

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

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

'' wellspring, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how ending you came to getting your kickoff cherry red ? Your Sister 's cherry ? ``

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would cause been something. Getting my sexy, hot baby 's cherry red ! 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 back of the couch. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his hand finisher, he brushed his fingertips over the backrest of her hand. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her deal away, then looked into his heart. He did n't act as he gazed into her center. Then, to his amazement, she eased her handwriting back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

A perfervid jar of excitement arced through his stopcock, making it tweet down inside his pajamas. She seemed to notice too, as she glanced down at the bulge of his tool, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each early 's eyes, Sean gently took cargo deck of her hand and eased it over onto its book binding. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the soft warmness of her medal. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and forth across her palm as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her hand ease out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it apprehend his hand and roll it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his palm, sending another jolt of electricity 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 knock of her bathrobe.

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot open up as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling fingerbreadth, he spread the ends of the belt apart. Then, with the unpick belt lying in her lap, he clasped the edges of her robe between his finger. Looking back up into her warm, hazel eye, he lightly spread her robe open, letting her cragged treasure slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to spread her gown loose until she shrugged her shoulders and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her pussy seminal fluid into view.

'' Oh, God ... '' he gasped, seeing that her kitty was clean-shaven ... bald ... bald as Lisa 's little rear end. `` So ... so pretty. ``

Shrugging her berm again, Artemis let the robe fall away from her body to puddle on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs bent-grass at the knees, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her twat, she unfurled her pegleg. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a foot to the trading floor and spread her stage apart.

'' Does it still look the same, '' she asked, a coy smile playing on her lip. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able to see all the nooks and chap ... ''

'' 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 fleshy 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 white meat and lifting them.

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his manus and gently caressing the taut skin of her titty. `` They look so sound ... and entire, full of milk. ``

'' They are, '' she laughed softly, making them jiggle and shakiness. `` Would you like to have a taste sensation of my mother 's milk ? ``

'' sis 's milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sister 's sweet milk ... ''

'' waiting ! Wait a moment, '' she said, slipping her leg out from behind him and standing up.

'' What ? What ? '' he asked gorging himself on her beautiful, defenseless body.

'' The couch ... open the sofa, '' she told him, reaching down and taking his hands.

Pulling him up, she reached back down and flipped a switch 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 binding and lay smiling up at him.

'' But offset, '' she laughed, running her manus down to her pussy, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your peter. I want to see my buddy 's big peter. ``

'' Uh, O.K., '' he grinned, reaching down and unsnapping his pajama bottom.

Shyly, he let go of jammies and felt them go slithering down his stage as his babe, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her let out optic studied the bobbing monster. `` I ca n't conceive I thought five in was big. And look at it now. It 's definitely with child than he-goat Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

'' Really ... lots grown, '' she giggled. `` My little brother 's not so minuscule, any More ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the lounge as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, turgid nipples 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 header, gently guiding his lips down to her bulging tit. Opening his mouth like a baby about to suckle, he took the teat between his backtalk and instinctively began to gently wet-nurse on it. Her milk began to hang immediately. Tasting the sweet juice as it gushed out into his mouthpiece, he reached under the laboured bag and cupped it in the palm of his handwriting. It was operose ... heavy with her milk ... mother 's milk ... babe 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the effusion of Milk River that suddenly filled his lip. With nothing to equate it to except cow milk, he found her Milk River to be lean and sweeter.

Savoring the sugariness of her warm milk, he began to suck harder. As he did, he felt some of the ambrosia drip down his cheek and dribble down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the sweet juice blowup out into his sucking mouth. At first he had closed his center as he sucked on the big, rubbery medulla, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her bureau by its weighed down weight, its big, swollen nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a small, white stream of her delicious milk oozed out of it, trickling down the curved underside of her breast, then disappeared into the gap form between her chest and her bureau.

Milk continued to rain cats and dogs forth from her tit as he sucked harder, taste and drinking down the sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tautness of her white meat lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious contents into his mouth.

Artemis lovingly ran her finger through his hairsbreadth as he greedily consumed her fat, addictive strong drink. As she did, out of the recession of his eye, he could see her stage slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her tenacious fingerbreadth caressing her jutting clit.

As she held his mouth pressed against her quivering breast with one mitt, she brought pleasure to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his mitt up to her belly and eased it down between her pegleg. Running his fingers over the balmy, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her script 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 wetness of her pussy with his finger. Easing his fingerbreadth down into the moist, clinging meanness of his sister 's hot pussy, he felt a jolt of electricity spate through his cock as he held it shoved up against her thigh.
'' mmmmmmm, '' she murmured out and began to ever so gently thrust herself up against his hand as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her pussy.
He could n't believe 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 years ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a replacement ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their father 's tool shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the gush of milk slow to a trickle, then cease altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful watercraft of its creamy fill, and now it was his turn to yield the favor. Now he would impart up his creamy, seed-laden woof to her.

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

Reluctant to publish her breast, on the one hand, yet excited, on the early, he lifted his sassing up off her tumid tit as a few final drops of Milk oozed out of the tip of the purpled nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hired hand and knee joint beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her pegleg and then the other. When he did, she spread her peg wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the beauty that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of excitement tickling through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his rosehip, guiding his pecker down to the waiting magnetic core of her womanhood. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! stop what we started, so long ago.

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

She allowed it, but only for a consequence. Her need to be filled by him seemed to outbalance her desire to be pleasured by his brim and tongue.

'' You can eat my cunt later, big little brother, '' she panted, pulling him back up her trunk. `` I want you inside me, now ! ``

He felt the rounded tip of his cock-head brushwood against the fleshy lip guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips push his cock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his stopcock down into her and felt her hot pussy wrap itself around it.

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

Using her feet, Cynthia stab herself up against him as she wrapped her arms around his cervix and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Mouths opened, they kissed, their knife sinuating and intertwining. Sean could feel her snatch clutching down around his tool as they devoured each other.

'' piece of ass, '' he finally grunted, tearing his mouth away from hers.

'' Yes, sister, '' she nodded, a wicked smiling on her sass. `` screw me. Fuck your big sister ! ``

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

As his chest rubbed back and Forth across her hilly tits, he could feel her warm milk coating one side of his breast. It was the tit on the other 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, ashen foam as his putz 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 airlift her legs and wrap them around his spinal column, lifting herself to play his thrusts.

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

'' Good, '' he grunted, lowering his typeface down to her undulating tits.

Sucking on her hard nipples, he nipped them with his teeth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding attack. Sucking on her pap, he found his sass once again full of the dulcet nectar that flowed from her.

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

reason that she had to spare the philosopher's stone from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his lips from it.

Sean hammered his tool into her slavering pussy over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the passion of their fucking was quickly fueling a cataclysmal 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 furious pace.

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

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a longsighted, 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 shiver and quake. Sean was on the brink of a monolithic explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his stopcock. He could find her hot succus pouring out around the beam of his immerse whoreson as she came and came. Finally, with a last grunting pant, she began to melt back down onto the bed as he began to pump his tool in and out of her oozing pussy once again. But this time, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to bestow him the alleviation he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurts of hot gooey cum shot from his peter, filling her pussy with its sticky high temperature. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

'' Ohyesssss, Seanmy, I love you, too. So a great deal, '' she groaned, hugging him to her and finding his lips with hers.

They kissed, prospicient and passionately, until his Saint Peter the Apostle was finally empty-bellied and her insatiable pussycat 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 enamor his breather. `` Why did n't you order me ... you knew how I felt toward you. ``

'' I could n't, I could n't let myself be that selfish. Not even this evening, until I was sure that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her slit down around his shrinking member. `` It would have ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would induce to populate out a lie. live a hole-and-corner life, never being capable to share our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can nominate it mold. I have a married man and girl to hide behind. Now no one will think anything about my hunky sidekick hanging out here some of the fourth dimension. No one will ever need to know about our secret. ``

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

'' I know. I know. I feel the same way, '' she wept, `` but it can never be like that. That 's just a queer narrative. This is the near we can ever hope to ingest. We 'll just possess to consider every chance we have to be together ... alone. ``

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tears from her cheek. `` But it will wee-wee every arcsecond we spend together that much more preciously, each second a treasure that we can ask out and savour 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 metre, '' he fussed, slowly easing his deflating prick out of her cum-filled pussy.

'' Please, do n't ruin it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her milk laded knocker. `` ejaculate, drink from my well-spring. ``

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll throw her a bottle ... '' she said, smiling at him.

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his oral cavity down to the big, pouting mammilla, pointing up at him, she cradled his head in the shepherd's crook of her arm. Closing his lip around the purplish-pink node, he began to suck, gently at firstly, but harder as he felt the lovesome nectar Menachem Begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his knife around her big, darken mammilla. Then, he sucked the bloated nipple back into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and Forth across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to go down on again, he was rewarded with another gush of warm, dulcet milk.

Cynthia lay on the bed with her head thrown back, her optic closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to displume on the nipple with his sassing. Her eupneic rate increased, making her breast procession and fall at a faster pace as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery nipple. Running his hand down over her jiggling stomach, he searched for the chess opening of her twat. As she felt him running his finger up the juice-coated falling out between her heavy love-lips, she eased her leg wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entry to her pussy, he slowly eased a digit inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the TV 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 patch with late, steady strokes of his finger, she began to gently roll in the hay herself up at his hand.

Lifting his sass from her knocker, he saw that she had her head word back and her eyes closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her hand down to her over her tum to her clit. `` So good ... flavor so good. ``

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

Her Milk River ... her sweet, affectionate milk began to course again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant burl of quivering human body with his lips. He could n't get enough of the sugary cream flowing from her beautiful breast.

'' Oh, Seanmy, '' she gurgled, pressing her pussy up against him harder as she flicked her fingertip back and forth across her jutting clit.

He could feel a frothy finishing of her milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant boob and nipple. Then, crazily, a picture of a guy with a Milk River mustache popped into his brain from the commercial.

Got Milk. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her bosom began to jiggle and shake as her beautiful butt jerked and shook.

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

Her hand flew away from her button and she grabbed up a fist full of the sheet while she made a make a face face.

Then all at once, he saw a spurt of juice shoot up from her pussy into the air and sprinkle 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 fingerbreadth was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other place ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a secondly gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this clock time landing on his script and coating it with its sticky tenderness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thickset to be pee. It was juice ... pussy juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger's breadth out and rubbing some of the stuff between his finger and thumb. His sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too goddam amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so fucking crazy.
Finally, her hips dropped to the bed and she gave out one finale shuddering groan. It was difficult keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing tit with her breast heaving up and down as she tried to watch her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a womanhood 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 mussiness covering her belly. `` I did n't make out that a woman could hail like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated fingerbreadth to her sass, she tentatively licked her clapper across them. A smile lit up her face as she dipped her fingers back down into the goo and brought her finger up to his froth-covered lips.

'' It even tastes a little corresponding cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his lingua across her fingertips.

'' Unh-huh, '' he mumbled, looking down at the milklike froth covering her ring of color, surrounding the big, purplish nipple poking up out of the marrow of it, `` but your milk is sweeter.

'' I guess that 's why men like it so much, '' she laughed softly, cupping her former breast and slowly lifting its nipple up to her mouth.

Seanmy watched on in enchantment as she bent down and sucked the big, bulging nipple into her backtalk. Watching her suckle herself put the coating touches on his erection as his prick jutted out hard and ripe once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her thorax, she looked down and saw that his cock was heavy again.

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

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

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

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd care to get it on your breast, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his hands and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inched forward until his big, bloated prick was above the valley between her huge bosom. As he did, he felt his big, dangling musket ball drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery shininess of her center. Looking down at her smiling face, he lowered his cock down until it touched her hot skin. With his human knee splayed out in rail line with her boob, he watched her clutch her titty and squeeze them down around his tool. Holding his pecker trapped between her pap, she grasped her mamilla between her fingers and thumbs. Then as she toyed with her nipples, Sean saw them set about to slobber out two watercourse of whitened milk down onto his cock. The Milk provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly crop it back and Forth between her mammilla. Fucking her monster bosom was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his cock was being bathed in her sweet Milk River was pure ecstasy.

'' Artemis ... this is so fucking hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his system of weights on his hands and knees as he watched his big, milk-slathered prick 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 straits, bending her head forward and placing her backtalk right in the path of his thrusting cock-head.

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

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

'' Milk shake, '' 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 balls begin to conglomerate and organize into an impendent explosion. As it grew, he worked his hips back and forth faster and faster, making his dick pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

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

Before he could release another burden, Artemis jerked her hands away from her teat and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His peter slid between her lip, into her mouth and continued, bumping against the opening of her throat just as the endorsement heavyweight cargo spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a footling gag, she dug her sharp chela in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the head of his tool pop into her throat just as it spewed out the third thick gob of cum directly into her throat.

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

He was numb from the waist down. He could barely even put up on his script and knees as his trembling legs turned to rubber.

pull back, he eased his cock out of her throat and then her backtalk. Rolling over, he flopped down on his book binding beside her. Trying to catch his breathing time, he looked over at her and saw her run her minuscule pink tongue over her mouth as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the vertebral column of her hired man across her lip and Kuki, wiping away the creamy coating that covered them.

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

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

'' I think so, '' she laughed softly, leaning over and giving him a long, lingering osculation on the lips. `` I think so ... ''