“ Hi, Don, wan na aid me get her up to her way ? She passed out a couple 60 minutes ago ; and yes, a couple Guy fucked her. She just can't hold her alcohol."
Don smiled at James Augustine Aloysius Joyce, his babe's best ally,"We can just stray her onto the couch and you can stay the rest period of the dark with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a severely 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 entirely calendar week. Tomorrow she can launder mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't check ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

Cookie was to a lesser extent than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his disastrous stroke, about six months earlier. She was finisher to their dad than Don, possibly even their female parent. He had always doted on biscuit and given her everything. Two Clarence Day after his funeral, biscuit found the hoard of whisky while she was steam cleaning his old lounger. She was hooked after the first boozing of the smooth liquor.

"We'll just leave her clothes on her. She can catch some Z's in the stink."
"DONNIE Parker ! Shame on you ; you turd. Get your butt out of here. I'm gon na undress her and cast her wearing apparel inside the washing machine. You can dampen them in the daybreak ; 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 hold his cock activity limited to one girl. Once he got a predilection of screwing, he wanted them all. That ended any amorous hypothesis with Joyce.
He stood outside the sleeping accommodation door and decided to induce her one Sir Thomas More offer. She didn't see him when she stepped down the Charles Martin Hall to the utility way, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his clay dick,"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 queasy to find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pj's, which he had donned to serve the door, pitched them onto the couch and started up the stairs,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's elbow 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 sheet back and appraised his fiddling sister's fine set of tits. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her thick jolt of red hair… a agile coup d'oeil at her pussy pile confirmed both were the same color. Once he looked at that twat, 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 peg apart and crawled between them,"Actually,"he spoke to his unconscious baby,"I've wanted some of your pussy since I was about ten. I believe an eleven year waiting is long enough. I just wish you, somehow, knew it's me that's about to fulfill you with cum."

Don's cock slid into cookie easily. The cum from the others provided plenty of lubricating substance ; even a lilliputian sloppy, but he didn't mind. 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 shit out of you. We should have been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel good, little sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his time for about ten minutes, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid peter never felt harder, or bigger as he rammed his wide length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, shite, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'shucks ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh hell, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, cookie ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his activity, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up bird, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipples for a few minutes before he pulled the rag over her. He kissed her unresponsive rim and told her good night,"And thank you for the intemperately clap my testicle have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid putz and nuts, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"diddlysquat, my dick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting cooky cleaned up a short, so he picked her up and carried her to the can. After sitting her limp consistency on the toilet, he found the douche bag feeding bottle and filled it with warm pee. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the nozzle in her cunt as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the warm water. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able-bodied to get the full nozzle inside her for the second bulb replete of the warm mixture.
Next he took a washing material and cleaned her Dubya, ass, and all points in between. delight with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a trough of ice weewee and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my stopcock ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled cookie to one English and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid discussion section jacked up, her pussy was just decent 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 glob across her ruck, then shoved it into her cunt. His hardness shoved it bass, but there was still no reaction from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another punishing, hot series of cum ; which took finis to twenty minutes. A flannel caught the dripping, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would bide right there, in the same bed, and fuck his sister as much as his body could brook. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a third round in, he'd be a glad man.

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

As he started pumping, he dipped his finger's breadth in the bowl and flipped cold piddle onto cookie's tits, chest and abdominal cavity. At first, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a voiceless cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the trough and let a small stream trickle down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the young woman and her eyes popped open. Although it was still dark, she could see the bod who was filling her with his meat,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're goodness. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clit and began manipulating pleasure from it,"Oh, fuck, Yesss ! Oh, snitch ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to inscrutable breathing place and soft snores. Don had never let up ; his piddle hard was about to finally blow another warhead of cum and he wanted cookie to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to break, he pulled away and stepped to the can. With the night light, he watched his brawny current of urine hit the H2O in the sewer bowl like a waterfall. It was tawdry enough to be heard in the whole house.

When he shook the close few drops free, he turned to see cookie standing in the threshold,"My spell. Why are you naked, Bubba ? diddlyshit ! Why am I naked ? Wait ! Was that… ? Oh, God, no, Don. Don't narrate 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 toilet,"You're damn right it was me. I fucked you three metre 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 backbreaking rightfield now, but I probably will be before daylight."

biscuit started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not the right way for…"
Don interrupted her,"shit. You loved how it felt, don't try to deny it. You absolutely loved how my hard dick felt in you, because you came hard, cooky, really voiceless. Get back in bed."
Ten hour later, cookie broke the quiet,"OK, 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. ”