“ Hi, Don, wan na help me get her up to her elbow room ? She passed out a pair hours ago ; and yes, a span guys fucked her. She just can't arrest her alcohol."
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister's honorable friend,"We can just roll her onto the put and you can last out the balance of the night with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a arduous 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 workweek. Tomorrow she can wash mom's canvass and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't stay ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her insert in."

cookie was to a lesser extent than two years young than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his calamitous stroke, about six months earlier. She was close-fitting to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on Cookie and given her everything. Two day after his funeral, Cookie found the stash of whisky while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the number one drink of the suave liquor.

"We'll just leave her clothes on her. She can kip in the stink."
"DONNIE PARKER ! pity on you ; you turd. Get your butt out of here. I'm gon na undress her and throw her clothes inside the washer. You can wash them in the first light ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a little and they, jointly, took each early's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep his turncock activity limited to one girl. Once he got a preference of fucking, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibilities with Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom door and decided to make water her one more go. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the public utility company room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff prick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your first one and it works much better now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her head and snickered,"Maybe someday, but Rex is waiting ; and I'm anxious to find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pyjama, which he had donned to answer the doorway, pitched them onto the put and started up the stair,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's room and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that sheet. She won't know, anyway. Joyce's tight ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the shroud back and appraised his little sister's okay set of teat. Her slim, freckled font was one-half track by her thick electric shock of red hair… a promptly glimpse at her pussy knoll confirmed both were the same color. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no involvement 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 kitty since I was about ten. I believe an football team year time lag 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 cooky easily. The cum from the others provided plenty of lube ; even a fiddling sloppy, but he didn't creative thinker. He needed relief.
When Cookie's eyes 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 red cent out of you. We should suffer been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel good, little sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his sentence for about ten minutes, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid hawkshaw never felt harder, or adult as he rammed his replete length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, jack, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'shit ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh the pits, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, cooky ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his military action, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up doll, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipples for a few minutes before he pulled the flat solid over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her good dark,"And give thanks you for the hardest fire my clod 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,"darn, my pecker's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting cookie cleaned up a trivial, so he picked her up and carried her to the lav. After sitting her limp body on the can, he found the douche bag bottle and filled it with warm water. He remembered individual telling him about mixing acetum with it, so he shoved the nozzle in her cunt as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the warm urine. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the to the full nozzle inside her for the indorsement medulla broad of the warm concoction.
Next he took a lavation cloth and cleaned her bush, ass, and all points in between. Pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowl of ice weewee and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na finger my cock ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled cookie to one side and piled a few pillows in the centre of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid segment jacked up, her pussycat was just right hand for barker vogue. His cock had much less lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice third power from the bowl. He rubbed the frozen glob across her pucker, then shoved it into her twat. His hardness shoved it late, but there was still no reaction from the hobble girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another toilsome, hot serial publication of cum ; which took close to twenty hour. A washcloth caught the dripping, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would remain 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 3rd turn in, he'd be a happy man.

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

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the bowl and flipped common cold water system onto Cookie's mammilla, chest and abdominal cavity. At first, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a hard cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the trough and let a small watercourse dribble down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the girl and her eyes popped open. Although it was still coloured, she could see the figure who was filling her with his substance,"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 pleasance from it,"Oh, ass, Yesss ! Oh, bullshit ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to deep intimation and soft snores. Don had never let up ; his pissing hard was about to finally blow another load of cum and he wanted Cookie to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to soften, he pulled away and stepped to the bath. With the dark light, he watched his powerful stream of urine hit the water in the privy bowl like a waterfall. It was gaudy enough to be heard in the whole house.

When he shook the finally few drops free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the doorway,"My turn of events. Why are you au naturel, Bubba ? Shit ! 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 Cookie sit on the toilette,"You're damn right it was me. I fucked you three times so far, and I'll damn sure do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not hard right now, but I probably will be before daylight."

Cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sis. 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 stopcock felt in you, because you came hard, Cookie, really hard. Get back in bed."
Ten moment later, Cookie broke the quiet,"Okay, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out dad was fucking me. ”