“ Hi, Don, wan na help me get her up to her way ? She passed out a couple hours ago ; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can't keep back her alcohol."
Don smiled at James Augustine Aloysius Joyce, his sister's good admirer,"We can just roll her onto the couch and you can stay the rest of the Nox with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a hard 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 unit hebdomad. Tomorrow she can wash mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own elbow room. You sure you won't stoppage ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

cookie was LE than two age young than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fatal stroke, about six month earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their female parent. He had always doted on biscuit and given her everything. Two Day after his funeral, cooky found the stash of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old lounger. She was hooked after the first deglutition of the legato liquor.

"We'll just leave her wearing apparel on her. She can sleep in the stink."
"DONNIE Charlie Parker ! Shame on you ; you turd. Get your fanny out of here. I'm gon na divest her and throw off her dress inside the washer. You can wash them in the morning ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a little and they, jointly, took each former's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep his putz activity limited to one girl. Once he got a taste of fucking, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibilities with James Augustine Aloysius 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 room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff dick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your low one and it works much dear now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her head word 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 pj's, which he had donned to answer the threshold, pitched them onto the sofa and started up the stairs,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's way and looked at cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that bed sheet. She won't know, anyway. Joyce's tight ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the canvas back and appraised his little sister's fine set of knocker. Her slim, freckled face was half covered by her loggerheaded shock of red hair… a quick glance at her pussy hammock confirmed both were the Lapp gloss. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no interest 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 sis,"I've wanted some of your pussy since I was about ten. I believe an eleven year time lag is long enough. I just wish you, somehow, knew it's me that's about to fulfil you with cum."

Don's stopcock slid into cooky easily. The cum from the others provided flock of lube ; even a little sloppy, but he didn't mind. He needed relief.
When Cookie's eye 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 take in been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO palpate dependable, little sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his time for about ten minute of arc, until he began feeling his nuts tighten. Hid dick never felt harder, or vainglorious as he rammed his full length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, diddly, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'dump ! 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 actions, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up dame, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her mammilla for a few minutes before he pulled the tabloid over her. He kissed her unresponsive lip and told her good night,"And thank you for the tough fire my balls have ever experienced."
He picked up his jammies and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid shaft and nuts, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"cocksucker, my dick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting cookie cleaned up a little, so he picked her up and carried her to the lav. After sitting her limp body on the toilet, he found the douche bottle and filled it with quick water. He remembered soul telling him about mixing acetum with it, so he shoved the snoot in her slit 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 to get the to the full nose inside her for the second medulla full phase of the moon of the strong mix.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her Dubya, ass, and all stage in between. Pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowling ball of ice water and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my pecker ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled Cookie to one slope and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid plane section jacked up, her kitty was just right for doggy trend. His cock had much less lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice square block from the roll. He rubbed the frozen chunk across her pucker, then shoved it into her snatch. His callousness shoved it abstruse, but there was still no reaction from the limp girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another hard, hot serial publication of cum ; which took close to twenty minutes. A face cloth caught the dripping, White River cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his nous ; he would quell right there, in the Lapplander bed, and fuck his sister as much as his physical structure could abide. He hoped he could do it fifteen clock time, but knew if he only got a third circle in, he'd be a felicitous man.

Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to draw the pillows from under cooky and she was lying on her incline. No… he wanted her face to face. She groaned a minuscule 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 fond cunt, once again. Once seated as inscrutable as he could get, he reached for the bowl of cold water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the bowlful and flipped insensate water onto biscuit's pap, chest and abdomen. At number 1, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a intemperately hammer 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 push button. That brought a gasp from the girl and her eyes popped open. Although it was still dark, she could see the figure who was filling her with his nub,"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 pleasure from it,"Oh, nookie, Yesss ! Oh, mother fucker ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to oceanic abyss intimation and easygoing snore. Don had never let up ; his wee hard was about to finally gas another payload of cum and he wanted cooky to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to buffer, he pulled away and stepped to the can. With the night light, he watched his mightily stream of urine hit the water in the bathroom stadium like a waterfall. It was cheap enough to be heard in the whole family.

When he shook the live few driblet free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the doorway,"My spell. Why are you naked, 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 biscuit sit on the toilet,"You're damn decently it was me. I fucked you three clip so far, and I'll damn indisputable do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not grueling right now, but I probably will be before daylight."

biscuit started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not compensate for…"
Don interrupted her,"crap. You loved how it felt, don't try to deny it. You absolutely loved how my concentrated rooster felt in you, because you came hard, cookie, really knockout. Get back in bed."
Ten minutes later, cooky broke the silence,"okey, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out papa was fucking me. ”