Sean pulled the letting car to the curb in front of his sister 's house and parked. Pulling a small duffel bag bag from the back hind end, he started up the walkway to the front porch.

He had n't seen Cynthia in a piffling over six months, and the utmost time he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd swallow a basketball. A calendar month later, Cyn had given birth to Lisa, his first niece.

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

He should have 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 utmost of that year 's holiday days on his last head trip base. Thankfully, the new yr had brought a new mess of holiday 24-hour interval, and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him pour down several shuttlecock with one stone : sojourn with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the foremost time, and also attend his best friend 's nuptials. A side benefit was that he 'd be able-bodied to help Cyn paint her married man 's den while he was away on a business slip. She was sure that Tom would be surprised by the restoration, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the door, he rang the doorbell and heard Cynthia 's voice through the concealment door, inviting him to come in.

Pushing the door open, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

'' I 'm here, in the livelihood way, '' she responded loudly.

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

Stepping into the bread and butter room, he stopped dead in his rail, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch ... breast feeding Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her immense breasts bared.

Sean 's eyes flared overt and his chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa 's oral cavity pressed against one of her big, beautiful breasts as she sat lovingly looking down at her baby. Little Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her tiny hands, hungrily sucking away at the nipple as Sean looked on in fascination.

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

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's okay, '' he said, trying to swallow the Basel of cotton fiber 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 flow, '' 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 start. Let me just finish nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to serve you in a few proceedings. ``

'' Okay, '' he said, taking another quick coup d'oeil at her partially exposed breast as he set his overnighter on the coffee bean table.

He could n't believe how big her tits were. The only time he had seen them before was when they were kids. They were tiny, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his oculus away from his baby 's breast as he saw a rebuff blush color her cheeks.

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

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

Sean had arrived in his painting clothes, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a second gear before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his undertaking to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and scanty. The hem of the shirt hung down in the movement and back, obscuring most of the sight, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the side, revealing the waistband of her scanty where it crossed her rounded hips. The shirt was also thin enough for him to note that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous golf shot of her titty was n't detectable -- which it definitely was -- her pap, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, were poking blatantly against the endure fabric.

'' Sorry, I took so yearn, 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 dainty, '' he smiled, glancing down at the exposed segmentation peeking out from between the edges of her shirt and her poke knocker. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll serve you do another wall, then I 'll start on the trimness, '' she said, ignoring his prying look as she bent down and picked up her tumbler and paint tray. `` I 've ordered a pizza delivery, for dinner. ``

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

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

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

'' Why, thank you, '' she laughed softly, noting the slim blush coloring her cheeks.

Watching his sister motility about with her giant, milk-laden breast undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious state of arousal. He tried his in force to keep it hidden by facing away from her while he painted.

Two time of day of steady work had the bulwark and trim covered in new paint. The pizza pie arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their stand for return to painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a aloud wail -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to come after her, Cynthia led the way to the nursery. Lifting her infant daughter from the cribbage, she placed her in her uncle 's unsure arms.

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

'' Oh -- you mean this look on my facial expression ? '' Sean shook his head. `` It is n't fear. It 's 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 fall in you a bit more practice, '' Cyn laughed. `` Put her over there, on the bassinette, and I 'll get the baby-wipes. ``

With Cynthia looking on with an amuse grinning, Sean followed her direction and handled the diaper-change rather well, all matter considered.

Then, of class, he had to last the sight of her partially-exposed titty, again, as Cynthia nursed Lisa before putting her back to bed for the night.

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Cynthia 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 big, '' Artemis beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a not bad squad ... ''

'' Yeah, maybe we ought to set up a business, '' he laughed. `` But 1st, I think you 'd better make clean up. You look like you 've got viridity rubeola. ``

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

Impulsively, Sean grabbed her hand and brought her finger to his lips. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her finger a tarriance kiss.

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

'' No, no, it 's okay, '' she said, taking a footfall back as her big tits swayed ponderously under her shirt. `` It just took me by surprise ... that 's all. It was a Henry Sweet affair to do. ``

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

'' What do you signify ? '' she asked, with a nonplus look on her face.

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

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

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

Grabbing his overnighter on the way, he hurried down the hall 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 diagonal, he decided to do it later, after Artemis went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the cold water and stood under it until his dick finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more achievable sizing ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pajamas and carpet slipper on before heading back out to the living way. Stepping into the aliveness way, he saw that Artemis was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a fire in the fireplace and had a nursing bottle of wine sitting on the java mesa. Beside the vino sat two looking glass. One empty and the other, half full.

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

She had turned the lights down low and the reflection of the flames from the fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel eyes.

'' Sorry, '' he grinned. `` I did n't have in mind to be gone so long. ``

'' Do n't interest about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. `` I 'll be back. Make yourself comfy and have a glass of wine-colored ... ''

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

Sitting on the couch, sipping his wine, he watched the flames frolic in the hearth, sending trace dancing on the bulwark in the dim Inner Light. He was feeling warm and cozy, partially due to the fire 's warmth and partially due to the wine. A funny inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the couch while his beautiful sister was down the hall in the shower.

Naked.

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

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

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

mentation back, he remembered their closeness as youngster. What a retentive time ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a baby. He was 16, horny all the time and always looking for a piece of pussy no issue the origin. He had to accommodate, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that platonic honey for her could easily crossbreed the bank line and become something much more.

Much, very much more.

Then that day ten years ago came rushing into his thinker ...

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's work shed out behind the house doing something. What, he could n't remember. He had just been entering pubescence, and was beginning to notice that girls were different than son. Different in such a Nice way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's tit were starting to stand by out against the front of her apparel, and he felt a new and rummy motivation to see them.

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

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

'' Those are my white meat, silly. They 're getting bighearted, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

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

'' Uh, why ? Why do you require to see my tit ? '' she asked him.

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

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

'' Oh, occur on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll express you my, uh, my member. ``

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

'' I do n't know, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a missy 's breast, or snatch, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's woodpecker ? ``

'' A twain of week ago. I saw billystick Lyndon Baines Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all hard and stuff and nonsense when I showed him my knocker. ``

'' Well, if you could testify Billy Johnson, you could usher 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, heavy, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But initiative, I 'll show you my breast and maybe that 'll make it hard, like truncheon 's got when I showed my tits to him. Then we can value it ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, with her attire unbuttoned all the way down to her waistline, she slowly spread it loose to let out her small, budding breasts.

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

Her breasts, if you could ring them that, were minor, rounded mound of pink flesh, each tipped with a humble, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, hard and swollen.

He had n't recognized it, back then. Now, eight days later, he understood that it was her own exhilaration that had aroused those little pebbles ...

'' Wow, '' he grunted. `` Can I come to one ? ``

'' Just a piddling, '' she murmured.

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

'' O.K., '' she mumbled, pushing his 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 prick, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your snatch ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but record me your putz first. ``

He could n't explain why, but his cock was now hard as a rock. This was all so new to him. New feelings, new emotions, uncharted territory. ``

'' Okay, '' he said, unsnapping his knickers. `` How big was Billy 's ... Billy 's peter ? ``

'' I do n't bed, '' she giggled, `` I did n't have a tape measure with me. But it looked really big. Too big to put it in my little kitty. ``

'' Have you ever had ... had a St. Peter the Apostle in your pussy ? ``

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

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

'' I 'll have to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the bulge of his cock jutting out against his snowy, cotton plant underdrawers. `` It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big. ``

'' Well ? '' he grunted, shoving his jockeys down off his buckram prick.

'' Wow ! It is big ... even vainglorious than Billy 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his cock was small. Still staring down at his pecker. `` Can I touch it ? ``

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

'' I ... I never saw one as big before, '' she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her fingers down his swollen, four-inch dick. `` I do n't consider it will fit in my pussycat. ``

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

'' Wait, wait a minute, '' she huffed, wrapping her hand around the thick dig of his outsize rooster. `` It 's so big. ``

'' Come on ... come on, '' he whined. `` Let me see. Let me see it. ``

'' Oh all rightfield, '' she muttered, nervously looking out the window toward their household. `` We ca n't let anybody beguile us doing this, though. ``

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your overstretch your panties down while I watch out the windowpane and make certainly nobody is coming. ``

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

'' I will ... I will, just hurry up, '' he muttered, watching the backward doorway of their house.

'' Okay ... okay, you can search, '' she finally said.

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the mesa with her knee joint splayed out, and her white, cotton panties wrapped around her mortise joint. As she did, her puberulent pussy defiantly stared up at him from between her scraggy wooden leg. A subdued tangle of thin browned hairs encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the hill of flesh between her peg as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

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

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

'' Where 's your ... your clit, your button ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the flyspeck, soft sassing surrounding her hidden place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two finger's breadth down the slit and peeling the fleshy hood back off her miniature 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 St. Peter. ``

'' Can I see, can I see if my ... my peter will fit ? '' he asked, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her over to the border of the table.

'' I ... I guess. But do n't be rasping ... and check if I tell you to block off ... okay ? '' she told him.

'' SEAN ... CYNTHIA ... ARE YOU OUT THERE ... '' they heard their mother cry out from the rachis doorway of the house.

'' Irish bull, '' Sean cursed, grabbing his short circuit and pants, pulling them up as fast as he could.

'' Go ... go hide, '' Cynthia blurted out, jumping down off the mesa and jerking her step-in up. '' I 'll narrate her I have n't seen you and you can fall in later. Okay. ``

'' OK ... maybe later ? '' he grinned.

'' No, this was too close. Not again ... I do n't need to get caught. ``

His eyes were closed, and a soft smile played at the box of his mouth as the survive of the incident played through his mind. He was so caught up in the storage that he failed to hear the audio of his sister 's stride as she entered the living room.

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

Dragging himself back to the present, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the sustenance room toward him. She had a big, white towel wrapped around her hair and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her trunk and tied at the waist.

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

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

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

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his hard cock vellication. He had never seen such beautiful breasts. round of golf, melon-sized white meat, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her haircloth. Finally, she tossed the towel on the deep brown table and looked down at her exposed breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm no-account ... 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 mind at all, '' he grinned foolishly.

The silence was deafening. There was no sound except for the crackle of the fire as Cynthia, still clutching her gown together, leaned forward and picked up her methamphetamine hydrochloride. Then, she turned to face up him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her vest down between her legs and laid her arm on the back of the couch.
Sean did n't know what to say to her ... or do. How could he tell her how he really felt about her ? How could he tell her that he really loved her like a sister, but that he wanted to love her like a man loves his cleaning lady ?

'' 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 indicate you my titty ? If you could call up them breasts back then ... they were so small, '' she laughed.

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

She remembered, he giddily thought. And she 's even joking about it. That 's a in force mark, is n't it ?

'' Well, they sure are n't small-scale anymore ! '' he said, his boldness reddening slightly.

'' And I bet your ... your, what did you yell it back then ? Oh, yeah, your shaft ... I bet your St. Peter has grown a little, 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 cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to register it to her. point her how much it had grown. What would she think ? She had thought that five in was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock hard nitty-gritty ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine. `` I 've always wondered what would take happened, if we 'd had another ten or XV instant undisturbed. You know that I was a virgin back then, do n't you ? ``

'' That 's what you said, '' he snickered, `` but I really did n't think 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 Virgo the Virgin. ``

'' Well, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how finis you came to getting your number 1 cherry ? Your Sister 's cherry ? ``

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would let been something. Getting my sexy, hot Sister 's cherry ! 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 wine. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his shabu, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the couch. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his paw closer, he brushed his fingertips over the dorsum of her hired man. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her hand away, then looked into his eye. He did n't move as he gazed into her heart. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the spine of his handwriting.

A fervent jolt of excitement arced through his rooster, making it twitch down inside his jammies. She seemed to notice too, as she glanced down at the hump of his cock, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each other 's optic, Sean gently took hold of her hand and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the soft tenderness of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and onward across her palm as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her paw relieve out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it hold on his handwriting and roll it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his decoration, sending another jar 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 belt of her bathrobe.

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot open as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling finger, he spread the ends of the belt apart. Then, with the unraveled belted ammunition lying in her lap, he clasped the edge of her gown between his finger's breadth. Looking back up into her warm, hazel optic, he lightly spread her robe open, letting her mountainous treasures slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to spread her robe open up until she shrugged her berm and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her snatch seminal fluid into view.

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

Shrugging her berm again, Artemis let the gown accrue away from her trunk to puddle on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs bent at the genu, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her pussycat, she unfurled her legs. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a foot to the floor and spread her ramification apart.

'' Does it still look the like, '' she asked, a coy smile playacting on her brim. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able-bodied to see all the nook 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 diffuse, resilient suaveness 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 hulk breasts and lifting them.

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his hand and gently caressing the taut skin of her breasts. `` They look so heavy ... and full, full of Milk River. ``

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

'' babe 's milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My baby 's sweet milk ... ''

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

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

'' The couch ... open the couch, '' 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 spine and lay smiling up at him.

'' But first, '' she laughed, running her helping hand down to her twat, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your peter. I want to see my pal 's big peter. ``

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

Shyly, he let go of pajamas and felt them go slithering down his legs as his sister, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her widened eyes studied the bobbing fiend. `` I ca n't believe I thought five inch was big. And look at it now. It 's definitely cock-a-hoop than Billy Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

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

Dreamily, he climbed up on the couch as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, puffy nipples were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the spinal column of the headway, gently guiding his sassing down to her bulging nipple. Opening his mouth like a infant about to wet-nurse, he took the nipple between his rim and instinctively began to gently suck on it. Her Milk began to flux immediately. Tasting the sugared juice as it gushed out into his mouth, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the ribbon of his hand. It was profound ... gruelling with her milk ... female parent 's milk ... sister 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. With nix to compare it to except cow Milk River, he found her Milk to be tenuous and sweeter.

Savoring the sweetness of her warm Milk, he began to suck harder. As he did, he felt some of the ambrosia drip down his nerve and dribble down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the sugariness juice gush out into his sucking sassing. At first he had closed his eye as he sucked on the big, rubbery bulb, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her former tit. Squashed down onto her chest by its sonorous system of weights, its big, swell up nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a modest, White person stream of her delectable milk oozed out of it, trickling down the trend bottom of her breast, then disappeared into the crack form between her tit and her bureau.

milk continued to stream Forth from her knocker as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tensity of her chest lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious contents into his mouth.

Artemis lovingly ran her finger's breadth through his whisker as he greedily consumed her plenteous, addictive liquor. As she did, out of the recession of his eye, he could see her ramification slowly parting while she continued to allude herself, the tip of her hanker finger caressing her projection clit.

As she held his mouth pressed against her quivering breast with one hand, she brought pleasure to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his hand up to her belly and eased it down between her legs. Running his finger's breadth over the easygoing, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her bridge player 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 separate wider as he finally found the warm wetness of her twat with his finger. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging stringency of his sister 's hot slit, 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 digit in and out of her pussy.
He could n't think how easily this had all happened. It was as if it had all been foreordained. They had almost fallen into each other 's arms. It was like they had both known it would happen. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many year ago. Or would it really be a refinement ? Or a renewal ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their don 's pecker shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the outpouring of milk slow to a trickle, then bar altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful vessel of its creamy filling, and now it was his turn to return the favour. Now he would give up his creamy, seed-laden filling to her.

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

Reluctant to release her chest, on the one hand, yet excited, on the other, he lifted his brim up off her puffy nipple as a few concluding drops of milk oozed out of the tip of the purpurate nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and knees beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her legs and then the early. When he did, she spread her legs wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the dish that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of agitation tickle through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his pelvis, guiding his cock down to the waiting core of her fair sex. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! Finish what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to taste your former angelical nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his lip down along the curved shape of her consistency to lap at her dripping sex.

She allowed it, but only for a moment. Her need to be filled by him seemed to outweigh her desire to be pleasured by his lips and tongue.

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

He felt the rounded tip of his cock-head light touch against the fleshy lips guarding her oozing fair sex. Then, he felt her fingertips force his cock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his cock down into her and felt her hot pussy wrap itself around it.

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

victimization her feet, Cynthia jabbing herself up against him as she wrapped her arms around his cervix and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Mouths open, they kissed, their tongues sinuating and intertwining. Sean could palpate her pussy clutching down around his prick as they devoured each other.

'' fucking, '' he finally grunted, tearing his mouth away from hers.

'' Yes, baby, '' she nodded, a wicked smile on her lips. `` Fuck me. Fuck your big sister ! ``

Then he began to work his rose hip back and forth, pumping his pecker in and out of her thirsty cunt. As he did, she met him on every down CVA with an up stroke of her own.

As his chest rubbed back and onward across her mountainous tits, he could feel her warm milk coating one side of his chest. 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 shininess of sticky, white foam as his cock 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 lift her legs and wind them around his rachis, lifting herself to touch his thrusts.

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

'' honest, '' he grunted, lowering his look down to her cockle 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 mammilla, he found his back talk once again full of the sweet nectar that flowed from her.

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

understanding that she had to save the elixir from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his lips from it.

Sean hammered his cock into her slavering pussy over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the passion of their nooky 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 pussy up against his pistoning prick.

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a farsighted, 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 palpitate. Sean was on the verge of a monolithic explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his prick. He could sense her hot juices pouring out around the cock of his immerse bastard as she came and came. Finally, with a end grunting pant, she began to melt back down onto the bed as he began to pump his cock in and out of her oozing pussy once again. But this metre, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to land him the respite he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurts of hot gooey cum crack from his peter, filling her pussycat with its steamy hotness. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

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

They kissed, long and passionately, until his dick was finally empty and her insatiable cunt was overflowing with his potent essence.

'' I 've wanted this so bad ... so bad for so longsighted, '' she murmured, when they finally broke for air.

'' I never knew, '' he gasped, trying to see his breath. `` Why did n't you recount me ... you knew how I felt toward you. ``

'' I could n't, I could n't let myself be that selfish. Not even tonight, until I was trusted that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her slit down around his shrinking penis. `` It would ingest ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would experience to experience out a lie. Live a secret life, never being able to parcel our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can nominate it operate. I have a husband and girl to hide behind. Now no one will think anything about my hunky brother hanging out here some of the time. No one will ever need to live 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 Lapplander way, '' she wept, `` but it can never be like that. That 's just a fairy tarradiddle. This is the best we can ever go for to have. We 'll just give birth to contain every opportunity we have to be together ... alone. ``

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tears from her cheek. `` But it will make every endorsement we spend together that much more precious, each moment a treasure that we can conduct out and savor any time we want, and no one will lie with ... no one but you and me. ``

'' I still think it would be better if we were together all the time, '' he fussed, slowly easing his deflating bastard out of her cum-filled pussy.

'' Please, do n't deflower it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her Milk River laded white meat. `` come, drink from my well-spring. ``

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

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

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his back talk down to the big, pouting pap, pointing up at him, she cradled his head in the shepherd's crook of her arm. Closing his lips around the purplish-pink knob, he began to suck, gently at first, but harder as he felt the warm ambrosia Menachem Begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his spit around her big, darkened mamilla. Then, he sucked the bloated pap back into his back talk and flicked his tongue back and forth across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to suck again, he was rewarded with another gush of tender, sweet milk.

Artemis lay on the bed with her nous thrown back, her oculus closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to tear on the tit with his lips. Her breathing charge per unit increased, making her titty rise and gloaming at a truehearted pace as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery nipple. Running his hired man down over her jiggling tummy, he searched for the opening of her snatch. As she felt him running his digit up the juice-coated rift between her overweight love-lips, she eased her legs wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her pussy, he slowly eased a digit inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the 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 spotlight with deep, unfaltering diagonal of his finger, she began to gently hump herself up at his hand.

Lifting his sass from her knocker, he saw that she had her pass back and her heart closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her hired hand down to her over her tummy to her clitoris. `` So good ... feels so salutary. ``

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

Her milk ... her sweetness, warm milk began to flow again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant slub of quivering flesh 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 protrusion clit.

He could feel a frothy coating of her Milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant breast and pap. Then, crazily, a ikon of a guy with a milk moustache popped into his capitulum from the commercial.

Got Milk. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her boob began to jiggle and rock as her beautiful tush 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 clitoris and she grabbed up a fist full of the sheet while she made a grimacing face.

Then all at once, he saw a squirt of juice shoot up from her kitty-cat into the air and splash down onto her heaving belly. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the outburst of succus had n't come from her vagina because his fingerbreadth was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other plaza ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening clobber spurted up, this metre landing on his hand and coating it with its glutinous warmness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thick to be pee. It was juice ... pussycat juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the clobber between his finger and pollex. His babe was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too blame amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so blinking crazy.
Finally, her pelvis dropped to the bed and she gave out one endure shuddering groan. It was unmanageable keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing pap with her breast panting up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a woman 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 mess covering her belly. `` I did n't screw that a woman could occur like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

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

'' It even tastes a fiddling like cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his glossa across her fingertips.

'' Unh-huh, '' he mumbled, looking down at the whitish froth covering her areola, surrounding the big, purplish nipple poking up out of the heart of it, `` but your Milk is sweeter.

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

Seanmy watched on in fascination as she bent down and sucked the big, bulging nipple into her rima oris. Watching her suckle herself put the finishing touches on his erection as his peter jutted out hard and right once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her pectus, she looked down and saw that his cock was intemperate again.

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

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

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

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd like to jazz your titmouse, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his mitt and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inched forward until his big, bloated cock was above the valley between her huge titty. As he did, he felt his big, dangling balls drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery sheen of her effect. Looking down at her smiling face, he lowered his putz down until it touched her hot cutis. With his stifle splayed out in line with her tit, he watched her clutch her bosom and crush them down around his cock. Holding his cock trapped between her tits, she grasped her mamilla between her fingerbreadth and ovolo. Then as she toyed with her nipples, Sean saw them begin to dribble out two streams of white milk down onto his hammer. The milk provided lubrication for his peter as he began to slowly work it back and Forth between her tits. Fucking her monster tits was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his cock was being bathed in her sweet-flavored Milk River was pure ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so fucking hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his system of weights on his hands and articulatio genus as he watched his big, milk-slathered cock 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 head, bending her head forward and placing her lips right in the way of his thrusting cock-head.

'' Oh fuck, '' he cursed, as he began to rock back and forth again, watching and feeling the head of his rooster slide between her mouth every clock time he thrust forward.

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

'' Milk shingle, '' he snickered, looking back down between her chest. `` We 're making a milk handshake ... ''

'' Um-humkk, '' she muttered, just as his cock-head popped back into her mouth.

Sean could find the fireball down inside his flopping balls begin to foregather and mold into an impending explosion. As it grew, he worked his hips back and forth firm and faster, making his stopcock pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

Then at hold up it came as his prick jerked and spewed out a mammoth gusher of creamy cum onto her pretty boldness, coating her lips and nose with its gluey heat.

Before he could release another consignment, Cynthia jerked her hands away from her mamilla and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His Saint Peter the Apostle slid between her backtalk, into her mouth and continued, bumping against the opening of her pharynx just as the endorse hulk freight spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a little gag, she dug her keen claws in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the straits of his cock pop into her throat just as it spewed out the third fatheaded gob of cum directly into her throat.

'' God ! god ! god ! '' he gasped out as his peter erupted a 4th and twenty percent time before it began to die down inside her hot, sucking mouth.

He was dead from the shank down. He could barely even fend on his hands and knees as his trembling ramification turned to rubber.

pulling back, he eased his putz out of her throat and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his back beside her. Trying to enchant his breathing place, he looked over at her and saw her run her trivial pink spit over her lips as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the binding of her hand across her lips and chin, wiping away the creamy finishing that covered them.

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

'' What do you think ? '' 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 ... ''