Sean pulled the rental car to the bridle in nominal head of his baby 's house and parked. Pulling a low duffle bag bag from the game seat, he started up the paseo to the front porch.

He had n't seen Artemis in a petty over six calendar month, and the last meter he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd bury a basketball. A month later, Cyn had given giving birth to Lisa, his world-class niece.

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

He should hold made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite coast made the trip an expensive one. And he 'd used the last of that twelvemonth 's vacation days on his last trip house. Thankfully, the new twelvemonth had brought a new mickle of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him kill respective shuttle with one stone : visit with his parents, impose his Sister and see his niece for the first time, and also attend his best friend 's marriage ceremony. A slope benefit was that he 'd be able to help Cyn paint her husband 's den while he was away on a business organisation trip. She was for sure that Tom would be surprised by the renovation, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the door, he rang the bell and heard Cynthia 's voice through the screen door, inviting him to fall in.

Pushing the door open, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

'' I 'm here, in the support elbow room, '' she responded loudly.

'' Uh, OK, '' he said walking toward the auditory sensation of her voice.

Stepping into the living room, he stopped stagnant in his data track, staring at his Sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her vast breasts bared.

Sean 's oculus flared open and his chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa 's oral fissure 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 diminutive manus, hungrily sucking away at the mamilla as Sean looked on in fascination.

Then, Artemis looked up and saw him staring at her with a shocked tone on his face.

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's okay, '' he said, trying to bury the bale of cotton 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 feed, '' 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 embark on. Let me just polish off nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to help you in a few minutes. ``

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

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

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his optic away from his babe 's breast as he saw a svelte blush colouring material 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 fault, 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 endorsement before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and scanty. The hem of the shirt hung down in the nominal head and back, obscuring most of the view, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the sides, revealing the waistcloth of her panties where it crossed her rounded hips. The shirt was also tenuous enough for him to notice that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the weeping baseball swing of her bosom was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her pap, still erect from the sSeanulus of breast feeding, were poking blatantly against the worn fabric.

'' Sorry, I took so long, 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 nice, '' he smiled, glancing down at the exposed cleavage peeking out from between the edges of her shirt and her thrusting breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll help you do another wall, then I 'll bulge out on the trim, '' she said, ignoring his prying look as she bent down and picked up her crimper and paint tray. `` I 've ordered a pizza pie pitch, for dinner party. ``

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

'' A half-hour on the treadmill, every day, '' she said, feigning wiping travail from her brow. `` It 'll keep back you fit and clipping. ``

'' fountainhead, I must allow, it seems to be working, '' he smiled.

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

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

Two minute of steady work had the walls and trim covered in new paint. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intend return to picture was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a cheap plaint -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to follow her, Cynthia led the way to the baby's room. Lifting her babe daughter from the crib, she placed her in her uncle 's unsure arms.

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

'' Oh -- you mean this flavor on my face ? '' Sean shook his head. `` It is n't fear. It 's more alike deficiency of knowing what to do. I can smell it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a change of napkin. ``

'' Then we 'll give 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 divert grin, Sean followed her program line and handled the diaper-change rather well, all things considered.

Then, of class, he had to endure the visual sense of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Cynthia nursed Lisa before putting her vertebral column to bed for the night.

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Cynthia buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one LE push button was fastened than former, and they returned to their job of painting. An hr later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handiwork.

'' Looks great, '' Cynthia beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a great team ... ''

'' Yeah, maybe we ought to set up a business, '' he laughed. `` But first, I think you 'd better clean up. You look like you 've got green measles. ``

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

Impulsively, Sean grabbed her hand and brought her finger to his sass. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her finger's breadth a lingering osculation.

Questioningly, she looked into his eye, her cheek 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 have intercourse ... it just seemed like the thing to do at the second. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

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

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

'' What do you entail ? '' she asked, with a flummox look on her face.

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

'' You, you, I guess. Yeah, you can go first, '' she said, following him over to the bucket. `` I 'll houseclean up this mess while you go clean 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 chance event, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the cold water and stood under it until his cock finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more achievable sizing ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his jammies and slippers on before heading back out to the animation room. Stepping into the life room, he saw that Artemis was sitting on the couch wait for him. She had made a fervency in the hearth and had a feeding bottle of wine sitting on the umber table. Beside the vino sat two glasses. One empty and the other, one-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 expression of the fire from the fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel tree eyes.

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

'' Do n't worry about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. `` I 'll be back. gain yourself well-heeled and have a glass of wine ... ''

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

Sitting on the couch, sipping his wine, he watched the flame frolic in the hearth, sending shadows dancing on the walls in the dim light. He was feeling fond and cozy, partially due to the blast 's warmth and partially due to the wine. A curious inSeanacy filled the elbow room, as he sat on the couch while his beautiful babe was down the hallway in the shower.

Naked.

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

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pyjama buns. The thought of her standing under the warm water, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden breast, immediately took its toll and his pecker was once again fully erect ... and ready.

Ready for what, he angrily asked himself. She was his baby, for Christ 's saki !

thought back, he remembered their tightfistedness as children. What a tenacious clip ago that had been. Now she was XXVI. She was married, and had a baby. He was sixteen, horny all the clip and always looking for a musical composition of pussy no matter the informant. He had to admit, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that platonic love for her could easily cross the line and become something much more.

Much, much more.

Then that day ten days ago came rushing into his mind ...

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's employment shed out behind the house doing something. What, he could n't remember. He had just been entering pubescence, and was beginning to remark that girls were unlike than boys. Different in such a gracious way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's breasts were starting to hold fast out against the presence of her dress, and he felt a new and funny demand to see them.

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

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

'' Those are my breasts, silly. They 're getting bigger, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

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

'' Uh, why ? Why do you want to see my bosom ? '' she asked him.

'' I do n't cognize, '' 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, come on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll depict you my, uh, my penis. ``

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

'' I do n't know, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a lady friend 's tits, or pussy, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's pecker ? ``

'' A couple of hebdomad ago. I saw Billy Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all difficult and stuff when I showed him my tits. ``

'' Well, if you could evince Billy Johnson, you could show me, ca n't you ? If I show you my.penis ? ``

'' I do n't recognize, '' she giggled. `` How big is yours ? ``

'' Uh, five ... five in when I make it, you know, toilsome, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But first, I 'll show you my titties and maybe that 'll make it heavy, like he-goat 's got when I showed my boob to him. Then we can measure it ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, with her wearing apparel unbuttoned all the way down to her waistline, she slowly spread it surface to reveal her low, 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 feel all hot and strange inside, and his turncock started to get hard.

Her breast, if you could phone them that, were low, assault cumulus of pinko chassis, each tipped with a pocket-sized, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, hard and swollen.

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

'' Wow, '' he grunted. `` Can I touch one ? ``

'' Just a little, '' she murmured.

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

'' Okay, '' 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 putz, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your slit ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but show me your peter 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. ``

'' O.K., '' he said, unsnapping his pants. `` How big was Billy 's ... baton 's peter ? ``

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

'' Have you ever had ... had a pecker in your kitty-cat ? ``

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

'' No ... no ... '' he said, grinning shyly, pushing his drawers 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 excrescence of his cock jutting out against his white, cotton wool boxershorts. `` It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big. ``

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

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

'' Uh, yeah, uh, sure, '' he said, thrusting his hip forward, bringing it closer 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 putz. `` I do n't opine it will fit in my pussy. ``

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

'' waiting, wait a minute, '' she huffed, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of light of his oversized stopcock. `` It 's so big. ``

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

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

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your perpetrate your scanty down while I watch out the window and cause trusted nobody is coming. ``

'' Okay, '' she said, pushing her father 's peter aside and crawling up onto his worktable. `` But go on watching and do n't be looking at me until I tell you. ``

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

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

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the table with her knees splayed out, and her tweed, cotton plant step-in wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her pubescent cunt defiantly stared up at him from between her weedy legs. A soft snarl of sparse Robert Brown hair's-breadth encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the pile of shape between her legs 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 clitoris, your clit ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, soft rim surrounding her surreptitious place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two fingers down the prick and peeling the fleshy hood back off her toy 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 peter. ``

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

'' I ... I guess. But do n't be jolty ... and stop if I tell you to stop ... okay ? '' she told him.

'' SEAN ... Artemis ... ARE YOU OUT THERE ... '' they heard their female parent cry out from the back door of the house.

'' shite, '' Sean cursed, grabbing his shorts and pants, pulling them up as fast as he could.

'' Go ... go hide, '' Artemis blurted out, jumping down off the table and jerking her panties up. '' I 'll distinguish her I have n't seen you and you can follow in later. Okay. ``

'' Okay ... maybe later ? '' he grinned.

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

His middle were closed, and a soft smile played at the corners of his oral fissure as the last of the incident played through his mind. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to hear the sound of his baby 's pace as she entered the living room.

'' What are you so deep in sentiment about ? '' he heard Cynthia ask.

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

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

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

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

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his hard cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful boob. rung, melon-sized knocker, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair's-breadth. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee table and looked down at her let out breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm sorry ... I did n't get it on, '' she blushed, clutching her bathrobe closed. `` You must think I 'm such a klutz ... ''

'' Uh ... no ... and do n't be grim. I did n't heed at all, '' he grinned foolishly.

The silence was deafening. There was no phone except for the crackle of the fervidness as Cynthia, still clutching her robe together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to face him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her robe down between her legs and laid her arm on the backrest of the couch.
Sean did n't know what to say to her ... or do. How could he assure her how he really felt about her ? How could he narrate her that he really loved her like a babe, but that he wanted to know her like a man loves his adult female ?

'' Uh, you remember that day ... that day out in Dad 's employment shed ? '' he finally asked.

'' You mean the day that you asked me to show you my breasts ? If you could call them knocker back then ... they were so lowly, '' she laughed.

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

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

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

'' And I bet your ... your, what did you call it back then ? Oh, yeah, your peter ... I bet your peter has grown a picayune, too, '' she smiled, glancing down at the obvious ball in his pajamas.

What ? This is too easy, he told himself. She had joked about her tit, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to exhibit it to her. exhibit her how much it had grown. What would she think ? She had thought that five inch was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock hard marrow ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine. `` I 've always wondered what would have happened, if we 'd had another ten or xv minutes 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 consider 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. ``

'' fountainhead, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how close you came to getting your first cherry ? Your sister 's cherry ? ``

'' tinker's dam, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would have been something. Getting my sexy, hot babe '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-colored. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his chicken feed, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the cast. Now their hired man were almost touching. Moving his hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the back of her hand. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her hand away, then looked into his eyes. He did n't move as he gazed into her middle. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the backrest of his hand.

A fervid jolt of agitation arced through his cock, making it tweet down inside his pajamas. She seemed to point out too, as she glanced down at the prominence of his cock, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each other 's eyes, Sean gently took hold of her helping hand and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the easygoing fondness of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and forth across her palm as she gazed into his optic. Finally, he felt her hand ease out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it grasp his hired hand and paradiddle it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his palm, sending another jolt of electrical energy arcing through his peter.

The signal could n't receive 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 opened as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling fingers, he spread the close of the whang apart. Then, with the unraveled belt ammunition lying in her lap, he clasped the sharpness of her robe between his fingers. Looking back up into her warm, hazelnut center, 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 moon, milk-laden breasts.

He continued to disperse her robe open until she shrugged her shoulders and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her slit come into view.

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

Shrugging her shoulder again, Cynthia let the robe descend away from her body to urinate on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs hang at the genu, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her pussy, she unfurled her wooden leg. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a fundament to the trading floor and spread her legs apart.

'' Does it still look the Lapplander, '' she asked, a coy smile playing on her lip. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able to see all the corner and cranny ... ''

'' 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 easy, resilient eloquence of her fleshy pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. rachis 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 giant boob 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 hard ... and full, total of milk. ``

'' They are, '' she laughed softly, making them jiggle and vibration. `` Would you like to have a perceptiveness of my mother 's milk ? ``

'' sis 's milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sister 's sweet milk ... ''

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

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

'' The lounge ... 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 dorsum and lay smiling up at him.

'' But first, '' she laughed, running her hired man down to her pussycat, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your St. Peter the Apostle. I want to see my comrade 's big peter. ``

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

Shyly, he let go of jammies 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 extend eyes studied the bobbing monster. `` I ca n't believe I thought five in was big. And look at it now. It 's definitely full-grown 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 little 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 mammilla were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the back of the head, gently guiding his lips down to her bulging nipple. Opening his mouth like a child about to lactate, he took the nipple between his lips and instinctively began to gently suck on it. Her milk began to run immediately. Tasting the sweet juice as it gushed out into his oral fissure, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the palm of his hand. It was heavy ... heavy with her milk ... mother 's Milk River ... Sister 's Milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of Milk River that suddenly filled his mouth. With nothing to equate it to except cow Milk River, he found her milk to be diluent and sweeter.

Savoring the sweetness of her warm Milk River, he began to imbibe harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his cheek and drool down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the sweet juice gush out into his sucking mouth. At outset he had closed his eyes as he sucked on the big, rubbery bulb, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her chest by its fleshy weight, its big, swollen nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a minuscule, white flow of her delicious milk oozed out of it, trickling down the kink underside of her breast, then disappeared into the crack chassis between her breast and her chest.

Milk River continued to pour Forth from her white meat as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could sense the tautness of her breast lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious cognitive content into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her finger through his whisker as he greedily consumed her plenteous, addictive liquor. As she did, out of the street corner of his eye, he could see her ramification slowly parting while she continued to come to herself, the tip of her prospicient finger caressing her jut clit.

As she held his mouth pressed against her quivering chest with one hand, she brought joy to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his hand up to her belly and eased it down between her peg. Running his finger's breadth over the soft, dew-covered sass of her pussy, he pushed her manus 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 parted wider as he finally found the warm wetness of her slit with his finger's breadth. Easing his finger's breadth down into the moist, clinging tightness of his sister 's hot slit, he felt a jolt of electrical energy rush 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 finger in and out of her pussy.
He could n't believe how easily this had all happened. It was as if it had all been foreordained. They had almost fallen into each other 's coat of arms. It was like they had both known it would find. Tonight, they would terminate what they had started those many years ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a replacement ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their father 's tool shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the gush of milk slow to a trickle, then stop altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful watercraft of its creamy filling, and now it was his turn to generate the favour. Now he would grant up his creamy, seed-laden weft to her.

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

Reluctant to release her boob, on the one hand, yet excited, on the former, he lifted his lips up off her puffy teat as a few net dip of milk oozed out of the tip of the purpled 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 other. When he did, she spread her stage wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the beauty that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of excitement tickle through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his hips, guiding his cock down to the waiting pith of her woman. `` God, yes ! fetch up it ! complete what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to taste your other sweet nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his mouthpiece down along the curve of her body to lap at her dripping sex.

She allowed it, but only for a second. Her penury to be filled by him seemed to outweigh her desire to be pleasured by his lip and tongue.

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

He felt the round down tip of his cock-head coppice against the heavy lips guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips campaign his cock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his turncock down into her and felt her hot puss wrap itself around it.

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

victimization her feet, Artemis thrust herself up against him as she wrapped her blazon around his neck and pulled his mouth down onto hers. mouth open, they kissed, their knife sinuating and intertwining. Sean could feel her kitty clutching down around his cock as they devoured each other.

'' Fuck, '' he finally grunted, tearing his back talk away from hers.

'' Yes, baby, '' she nodded, a wicked smile on her backtalk. `` piece of tail me. shtup your big sister ! ``

Then he began to work his pelvis back and forth, pumping his dick in and out of her hungry cunt. As he did, she met him on every down stroke with an up stroke of her own.

As his chest of drawers rubbed back and forward across her mountainous mamilla, he could feel her warm milk coating one side of his chest of drawers. It was the tit on the former side of meat 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 lustre of sticky, bloodless foam as his cock plowed in and out of his babe 's hot, clutching pussy.
'' Seanny….Seanny ... Seanny, '' she murmured out, humping herself back up at him.
Then he felt her facelift her ramification and enfold them around his vertebral column, lifting herself to meet his thrusts.

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

'' Good, '' he grunted, lowering his expression down to her undulate tits.

Sucking on her strong mamilla, he nipped them with his teeth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding attack. Sucking on her teat, he found his mouth once again full of the fresh nectar that flowed from her.

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

reason that she had to relieve the elixir from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his backtalk from it.

Sean hammered his cock into her slavering slit over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the heat of their ass was quickly fueling a cataclysmal eruption.

'' Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... gon na ... gon na, '' he panted, ruthlessly working his pelvic girdle back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her at a fierce 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 longsighted, agonizing oink as she pulled him down into her pussy.

'' Godddd, '' she gasped, thrusting herself up against him.

keeping him imprisoned in her hot, clutching slit, she began to shiver and quake. Sean was on the brink of a massive explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his cock. He could feel her hot succus pouring out around the shaft of his immerse dent as she came and came. Finally, with a endure 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 clock time, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to bring him the relief he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurts of hot gooey cum shot from his Saint Peter the Apostle, filling her pussy with its mucilaginous estrus. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

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

They kissed, long and passionately, until his peter was finally evacuate and her insatiable twat was overflowing with his potent essence.

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

'' I never knew, '' he gasped, trying to catch his breathing space. `` Why did n't you tell 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 sure that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her pussy down around his shrinking penis. `` It would have ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would cause to live out a lie. dwell a secret life, never being able-bodied to parcel our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can make it work. I have a husband and girl to hide behind. Now no one will recall anything about my hunky buddy hanging out here some of the sentence. No one will ever need to know about our mystery. ``

'' But I want more, '' he complained. `` I want you for myself. I do n't want to plowshare you with anyone. ``

'' I know. I know. I feel the Saame way, '' she wept, `` but it can never be like that. That 's just a fairy tale. This is the expert we can ever desire to have got. We 'll just stimulate to lead 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 snag from her cheek. `` But it will stimulate every second we spend together that much more valued, each mo a treasure that we can aim out and bask any time we want, and no one will know ... 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 prick out of her cum-filled pussy.

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

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

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

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his sassing down to the big, pouting nipple, pointing up at him, she cradled his school principal in the crook of her arm. Closing his lips around the purplish-pink knob, he began to suck, gently at number 1, but harder as he felt the warm nectar begin to feed into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his spit around her big, darkened nipple. Then, he sucked the bloated nipple back into his mouth 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 outpouring of warm, sweet milk.

Artemis lay on the bed with her principal thrown back, her eyes closed, her back talk partly open as Sean continued to rive on the nipple with his rim. Her respire rate increased, making her breast rise and fall at a flying pace as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery nipple. Running his bridge player down over her jiggling potbelly, he searched for the gap of her snatch. As she felt him running his digit up the juice-coated rift between her overweight love-lips, she eased her stage wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entree to her pussycat, he slowly eased a fingerbreadth inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the channel of her vagina, he searched for and found her carinated g-spot.

'' Oh, I feel like I have to pee, '' she complained.

But as he began to slowly crush against the spot with deep, steady apoplexy of his finger's breadth, she began to gently hump herself up at his hand.

Lifting his backtalk from her knocker, he saw that she had her head back and her middle closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her hand down to her over her pot to her clit. `` So full ... feel so well. ``

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

Her milk ... her sweet, warm Milk began to menstruate again as he tenderly pulled at the malleable greyback of quivering soma 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 projection clit.

He could sense a bubbling coat of her milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant breast and nipple. Then, crazily, a delineation of a guy with a milk mustache popped into his caput from the commercial.

Got Milk River. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her breast began to wiggle and shake as her beautiful butt jerked and shook.

'' Unh ... unh ... unh, '' she grunted out in a long groaning whine as she pressed herself up against his hand.

Her helping hand flew away from her clit and she grabbed up a fist broad of the sheet while she made a grimacing face.

Then all at once, he saw a squirt of juice shoot up from her pussy into the air and splash down onto her heaving belly. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the flush of juice had n't come from her vagina because his finger was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other place ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a endorsement effusion of glistening stuff spurted up, this time landing on his handwriting and coating it with its gummy warmness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too duncish to be pee. It was juice ... pussy succus ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the stuff between his finger and thumb. His babe was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too damned amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so fucking crazy.
Finally, her articulatio coxae dropped to the bed and she gave out one utmost shuddering groan. It was hard keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing nipple with her bosom heaving up and down as she tried to hitch her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a cleaning 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 know that a woman could occur like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated fingers to her rima oris, she tentatively licked her tongue across them. A smile lit up her grimace as she dipped her digit back down into the goo and brought her finger up to his froth-covered lips.

'' It even tastes a little like cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his natural language across her fingertips.

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

'' I guess that 's why men like it so much, '' she laughed softly, cupping her other breast and slowly lifting its nipple up to her mouth.

Seanmy watched on in fascination as she bent down and sucked the big, bulging nipple into her mouth. Watching her suckle herself put the finish contact on his erecting as his rooster jutted out difficult and advanced once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her chest, she looked down and saw that his cock was hard again.

'' Would you like to sleep together them, '' she asked.

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

'' My titty ... would you like to get laid my pap ? '' she smiled, cupping them in the medal of her hands.

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd care to fuck your tits, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his hands and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inch forward until his big, bloated cock was above the vale between her huge breasts. As he did, he felt his big, dangling balls drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery sheen of her nub. Looking down at her smiling face, he lowered his cock down until it touched her hot skin. With his knees splayed out in transmission line with her tits, he watched her clutch her tits and extort them down around his prick. Holding his cock trapped between her boob, she grasped her nipples between her fingers and pollex. Then as she toyed with her pap, Sean saw them begin to slobber out two streams of white milk down onto his cock. The Milk River provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly exercise it back and Forth River between her nipple. Fucking her goliath tits was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his cock was being bathed in her dessert milk was double-dyed ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so fucking hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weight unit on his handwriting and human knee as he watched his big, milk-slathered hammer 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 mind, bending her nous forward and placing her lips right in the path of his thrusting cock-head.

'' Oh fuck, '' he cursed, as he began to sway back and forth again, watching and feeling the head of his cock chute between her lips every clip he thrust forward.

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

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

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

Sean could feel the fireball down inside his flopping egg begin to gather and mold into an impending explosion. As it grew, he worked his hip joint back and forth faster and faster, making his rooster pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

Then at last it came as his dick jerked and spewed out a mammoth gusher of creamy cum onto her somewhat face, coating her back talk and olfactory organ with its viscous heat.

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

Coughing out a little gag, she dug her penetrative chela in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the head of his tool pop into her throat just as it spewed out the third thick gob of cum directly into her throat.

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

He was drained from the waist down. He could barely even brook on his mitt and knees as his trembling legs turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his dick out of her throat and then her backtalk. Rolling over, he flopped down on his back beside her. Trying to captivate his breath, he looked over at her and saw her run her little pinkish tongue over her lips as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her hand across her sassing and chin, wiping away the creamy finishing that covered them.

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

'' What do you imagine ? '' he groaned, leaning over and giving her big, jutting pap a kiss.

'' I think so, '' she laughed softly, leaning over and giving him a long, lingering osculation on the lips. `` I think so ... ''