“ Hi, Don, wan na aid me get her up to her room ? She passed out a yoke hour ago ; and yes, a couple Guy fucked her. She just can't hold her alcohol."
Don smiled at James Joyce, his sister's best friend,"We can just flap her onto the frame and you can stay the relief of the night 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 hale week. Tomorrow she can rinse mom's mainsheet and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't stay ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her tucked in."

Cookie was less than two age younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fateful CVA, about six months earlier. She was nigher to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on Cookie and given her everything. Two days after his funeral, cookie found the stash of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first potable of the placid liquor.

"We'll just leave her dress on her. She can catch some Z's in the stink."
"DONNIE Dorothy Rothschild Parker ! shame on you ; you turd. Get your rear out of here. I'm gon na undress her and throw her clothes inside the washer. You can wash out 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 other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't retain his turncock activity limited to one girl. Once he got a discernment of shtup, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic theory with James Joyce.
He stood outside the chamber door and decided to take in her one more offer. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the public-service corporation way, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff dick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your first one and it works much better now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her foreland 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 pajamas, which he had donned to answer the room access, pitched them onto the cast and started up the stair,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's room and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that mainsheet. She won't know, anyway. James Joyce's tight ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the sheet of paper back and appraised his little baby's fine set of knocker. Her slim, freckled fount was one-half spread over by her loggerheaded shock of red hair… a promptly coup d'oeil at her pussy agglomerate confirmed both were the Saami color. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no pursuit in anything else.

"She's passed out. She's already been fucked. She won't have a clue."
He spread her peg apart and crawled between them,"Actually,"he spoke to his unconscious mind sister,"I've wanted some of your cunt since I was about ten. I believe an eleven class delay is long enough. I just wish you, somehow, knew it's me that's about to fill you with cum."

Don's cock slid into cookie easily. The cum from the others provided plenty of lube ; even a picayune slipshod, but he didn't judgement. He needed relief.
When cookie's eyes opened for a second, he assured her it was okay and it was just him. Once they closed, he added,"Yeah, by God, it's just me and I'm fucking the shit out of you. We should have been doing this for age, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO finger good, little sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his time for about ten minutes, until he began feeling his ball tighten. Hid hawkshaw never felt harder, or bigger as he rammed his replete length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, shit, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'tinker's dam ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh Hades, 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 skirt, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipples for a few transactions before he pulled the bed sheet over her. He kissed her unresponsive lip and told her good night,"And thank you for the hardest clap my testicle have ever experienced."
He picked up his pajama and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid ray of light and ball, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"Shit, my cock's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting biscuit cleaned up a picayune, so he picked her up and carried her to the can. After sitting her limp body on the lavatory, he found the douche nursing bottle and filled it with warm water system. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the honker in her cunt as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the strong water. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was able to get the full nozzle inside her for the endorse bulb full of the tender mixture.
Next he took a wash drawing fabric and cleaned her bush, ass, and all full stop in between. Pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowling ball of ice weewee and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my cock ; even if I have to shove it in your asshole."
He rolled Cookie to one side and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid incision jacked up, her slit was just right for doggy style. His cock had much lupus erythematosus lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice cube from the bowl. He rubbed the block glob across her pucker, then shoved it into her bitch. His hardness shoved it deep, but there was still no reaction from the hitch girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another hard, hot serial of cum ; which took close to twenty minutes. A washrag caught the dripping, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would stay right there, in the same bed, and fuck his Sister as much as his physical structure could fend. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a thirdly round in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to piss it away. He managed to pull the pillows from under cooky and she was lying on her side. No… he wanted her face to font. She groaned a little as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no signaling of waking up.
Once again, he spread her legs and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her tender twat, once again. Once seated as deep as he could get, he reached for the arena of moth-eaten water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his digit in the bowling ball and flipped cold water onto biscuit's breast, chest and abdomen. At initiatory, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a punishing cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the bowling ball and let a small stream drip down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the girl and her eyes popped receptive. Although it was still sinister, she could see the build who was filling her with his core,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're full. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her hand sought her clitoris and began manipulating pleasure from it,"Oh, shag, Yesss ! Oh, shit ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to rich intimation and mild snores. Don had never let up ; his piss hard was about to finally blow another load of cum and he wanted Cookie to feature it all.
Once he filled her again and began to mince, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the night luminousness, he watched his powerful stream of pee hit the water in the toilet bowlful like a waterfall. It was loud enough to be heard in the wholly theater.

When he shook the hold out few free fall free, he turned to see Cookie standing in the threshold,"My bit. 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 English and helped cooky sit on the bathroom,"You're damn right it was me. I fucked you three prison term so far, and I'll damn certain do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not hard right now, but I probably will be before daylight."

Cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not compensate for…"
Don interrupted her,"Bullshit. You loved how it felt, don't try to deny it. You absolutely loved how my heavy cock felt in you, because you came hard, cooky, really toilsome. Get back in bed."
Ten arcminute later, Cookie broke the quiet,"Okay, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't Tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out dad was fucking me. ”