“ Hi, Don, wan na help me get her up to her room ? She passed out a couple 60 minutes ago ; and yes, a pair guy rope fucked her. She just can't hold her alcohol."
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister's best acquaintance,"We can just seethe her onto the redact and you can last out the rest 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 operose 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 all week. Tomorrow she can wash out mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own way. You sure you won't stay ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

cooky was less than two years immature than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fateful stroke, about six calendar month earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on Cookie and given her everything. Two days after his funeral, Cookie found the stash of whisky while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first drink of the placid liquor.

"We'll just leave her dress on her. She can sleep in the stink."
"DONNIE Dorothy Parker ! Shame on you ; you turd. Get your butt out of here. I'm gon na undress her and throw her apparel inside the washer. You can wash away them in the sunup ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a piffling and they, jointly, took each other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't maintain his cock bodily function limited to one missy. Once he got a taste of ass, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibilities with 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 hall to the utility elbow room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff hawkshaw,"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 see out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pajamas, which he had donned to answer the door, pitched them onto the couch and started up the steps,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's room and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that sail. She won't know, anyway. Joyce's tight ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the rag back and appraised his short babe's hunky-dory set of tits. Her slim, freckled face was half pass over by her blockheaded shock of red hair… a spry glance at her cunt heap confirmed both were the same colour. Once he looked at that slit, he had no pursuit 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 baby,"I've wanted some of your slit since I was about ten. I believe an eleven year postponement is long enough. I just wish well you, somehow, knew it's me that's about to fulfil you with cum."

Don's cock slid into Cookie easily. The cum from the others provided good deal of lube ; even a footling overemotional, 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 jack out of you. We should have been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel good, footling sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his time for about ten mo, until he began feeling his crackpot tighten. Hid dick never felt harder, or bigger as he rammed his wide-cut distance into her faster and faster.
"Oh, shit, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'diddlyshit ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh sin, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, cookie ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his military action, or his calling out. She just lay there like a coke up dolly, 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 expert night,"And thank you for the hardest bang my testicle have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajamas and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid quill and nuts, 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 minuscule, so he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. After sitting her limp body on the toilet, he found the douche bag bottle and filled it with tender H2O. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the nozzle in her slit as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the strong water. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the full hooter inside her for the endorse bulb full of the ardent mixture.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her 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 water and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my cock ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled Cookie to one incline and piled a few pillows in the centre of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid section jacked up, her pussy was just right for doggy style. His tool had much less lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice cube from the bowl. He rubbed the rooted clod across her pucker, then shoved it into her bitch. His hardness shoved it oceanic abyss, but there was still no reaction from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another grueling, hot serial 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 head ; he would remain right there, in the same bed, and fuck his sis as much as his body could stand. He hoped he could do it fifteen metre, but knew if he only got a tertiary round in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a water hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to draw the pillows from under cookie and she was lying on her slope. No… he wanted her facial expression to nerve. She groaned a little as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no signs of waking up.
Once again, he spread her ramification and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her tender pussy, once again. Once seated as deep as he could get, he reached for the bowl of cold water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the bowl and flipped frigid water onto cooky's titmouse, chest and venter. At first, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a severe cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the bowl and let a small flow trickle down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the female child and her eyes popped subject. Although it was still sorry, she could see the image who was filling her with his center,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're good. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clit and began manipulating delight from it,"Oh, screw, Yesss ! Oh, poop ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her trousering soon turned to cryptical breath and soft snores. Don had never let up ; his pee hard was about to finally blow another loading of cum and he wanted Cookie to get it all.
Once he filled her again and began to dampen, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the night light, he watched his sinewy stream of urine hit the water in the toilet bowl like a waterfall. It was gimcrack enough to be heard in the all menage.

When he shook the last few drops free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the threshold,"My bout. Why are you nude, 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 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 tinker's damn sure do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not voiceless right now, but I probably will be before daylight."

Cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your baby. It's not right for…"
Don interrupted her,"dogshit. 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, Cookie, really intemperately. Get back in bed."
Ten minutes 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 Daddy was fucking me. ”