Sean pulled the letting car to the AMEX in social movement of his sister 's house and parked. Pulling a small duffel bag from the backward stern, he started up the walk to the front man porch.

He had n't seen Artemis in a little over six month, and the terminal fourth dimension he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd bury a basketball. A month later, Cyn had given birth to Lisa, his first niece.

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

He should have made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the contrary glide made the misstep an expensive one. And he 'd used the final of that class 's vacation days on his last misstep home. Thankfully, the new class had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him kill several dame with one pit : visit with his parents, travel to his sister and see his niece for the first clip, and also assist his salutary booster 's marriage ceremony. A side welfare was that he 'd be able-bodied to help Cyn paint her husband 's den while he was away on a commercial enterprise misstep. She was for sure that Tom would be surprised by the overhaul, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the door, he rang the doorbell and heard Artemis 's vox through the screen room access, inviting him to arrive in.

Pushing the door unfastened, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

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

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

Stepping into the life elbow room, he stopped dead in his rail, staring at his sister sitting on the sofa. Sitting on the couch ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her Brobdingnagian breasts bared.

Sean 's middle flared open 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 sister. niggling 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 appalled look on his face.

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's fine, '' he said, trying to swallow the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his backtalk 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 take up. Let me just finish nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to help you in a few transactions. ``

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

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

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his eye away from his babe 's chest as he saw a tenuous 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 faulting, really. I should sustain nursed her to begin with. ``

Sean had arrived in his painting clothes, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a second 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 pantie. The hem of the shirt hung down in the front and back, obscuring near of the view, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the incline, revealing the sash of her panties where it crossed her rounded hips. The shirt was also slight enough for him to mark that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous swing music of her breasts was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her nipples, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, 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 courteous, '' he smiled, glancing down at the queer cleavage peeking out from between the edge of her shirt and her jabbing breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

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

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

'' A 30 minutes on the treadmill, every day, '' she said, feigning wiping sweat from her frontal bone. `` It 'll preserve you fit and well-kept. ``

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

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

Watching his sister relocation about with her giant, 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 hide by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of steady workplace had the walls and cut covered in new paint. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intended retort to picture was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a tawdry wail -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to follow her, Cynthia led the way to the nursery. Lifting her infant girl from the trot, she placed her in her uncle 's shy arms.

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

'' Oh -- you mean this look on my font ? '' Sean shook his head teacher. `` It is n't fear. It 's more like deficiency of knowing what to do. I can reek it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a change of diapers. ``

'' Then we 'll give you a bit more drill, '' Cyn laughed. `` Put her over there, on the bassinette, and I 'll get the baby-wipes. ``

With Cynthia looking on with an amused grin, Sean followed her program line and handled the diaper-change rather well, all affair considered.

Then, of course, he had to endure the sight of her partially-exposed knocker, again, as Artemis nursed Lisa before putting her rear to bed for the night.

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Cynthia buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one lupus erythematosus button was fastened than to begin with, and they returned to their task of painting. An minute later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handiwork.

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

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

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

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

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 roll in the hay, '' he smiled. `` I do n't know ... it just seemed like the matter to do at the moment. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

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

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

'' What do you think ? '' she asked, with a baffle look on her face.

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

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

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

Grabbing his overnight bag 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 Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the cold water and stood under it until his shaft finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable size ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pajamas and slippers on before heading back out to the living room. Stepping into the sustenance room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a fire in the fireplace and had a bottleful of wine sitting on the coffee table. Beside the vino sat two eyeglasses. 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 thoughtfulness of the flames from the fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel eyes.

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

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

'' okay, '' he grunted, watching the careen of her pelvis 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 brightness level. He was feeling warm and cozy, partially due to the attack 's warmth and partially due to the wine. A curious inSeanacy filled the way, as he sat on the lounge while his beautiful sister 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 life with the right adult female would be.

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

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

Thinking back, he remembered their closeness as children. What a hanker time ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a baby. He was XVI, horny all the time and always looking for a art object of pussy no thing the source. He had to admit, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that platonic honey for her could easily hybridise the telephone circuit and become something much more.

Much, often more.

Then that day ten old age ago came rushing into his mind ...

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 miss were different than boys. Different in such a decent way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's bosom were starting to stick out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and peculiar need to see them.

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

'' How add up 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 desire to see my boob ? '' she asked him.

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

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

'' Oh, fare on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll shew you my, uh, my penis. ``

'' Why would I require to see your ... your phallus ? '' she snickered, turning to confront him. `` Besides, I 've already seen one. ``

'' I do n't know, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a girl 's teat, or cunt, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's pecker ? ``

'' A couple of weeks ago. I saw nightstick President Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all intemperately and stuff when I showed him my titty. ``

'' Well, if you could show billy club Johnson, you could show 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 in when I make it, you know, operose, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she smirked. `` But first, I 'll evince you my titties and maybe that 'll cook it intemperate, like Billy 's got when I showed my tits to him. Then we can measure it ! ``

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

After another immediate check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her small 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 bragging every day. ``

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

Finally, with her dress unbuttoned all the way down to her shank, she slowly spread it open to reveal her small-scale, 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 cock started to get hard.

Her breasts, if you could call them that, were pocket-sized, rounded mounds of garden pink chassis, each tipped with a small, pea-sized pap that jutted out, hard and swollen.

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

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

'' Just a small, '' she murmured.

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

'' OK, '' 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 dick, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your kitty ? ``

'' Maybe, '' she grinned, coyly, `` but depict me your cock first. ``

He could n't explicate why, but his dick was now hard as a rock 'n' roll. This was all so new to him. New tactile sensation, new emotions, uncharted territory. ``

'' okay, '' he said, unsnapping his pants. `` How big was billy club 's ... Billy 's prick ? ``

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

'' Have you ever had ... had a tool in your pussy ? ``

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

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

'' I 'll take to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the hump of his pecker jutting out against his flannel, cotton wool shorts. `` It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big. ``

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

'' Wow ! It is big ... even bigger than Billy 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his putz was small. Still staring down at his stopcock. `` Can I relate it ? ``

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

'' I ... I never saw one as big before, '' she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her digit down his well up, four-inch pecker. `` I do n't intend it will fit in my kitty-cat. ``

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

'' time lag, wait a minute of arc, '' she huffed, wrapping her hand around the midst dig of his oversize hammer. `` It 's so big. ``

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

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

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your pull your panty down while I watch out the windowpane and make sure nonentity is coming. ``

'' okeh, '' she said, pushing her don 's tools aside and crawling up onto his worktable. `` But keep watching and do n't be looking at me until I tell you. ``

'' I will ... I will, just festinate up, '' he muttered, watching the rearwards door of their house.

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

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the centre of the tabular array with her stifle splayed out, and her Caucasian, cotton step-in wrapped around her ankle. As she did, her pubescent kitty-cat defiantly stared up at him from between her weedy pegleg. A soft tangle of sparse brown hairs encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the mound of flesh between her legs as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

'' Can I allude 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 lilliputian, soft mouth surrounding her secret place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two fingers down the pussy 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 Saint 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 boundary of the table.

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

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

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

'' Go ... go hide, '' Cynthia blurted out, jumping down off the table and jerking her panties up. '' I 'll severalize her I have n't seen you and you can come in later. okeh. ``

'' 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 subdued smiling played at the recess of his mouth as the net of the incident played through his judgment. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to listen the sound of his baby 's pace as she entered the support room.

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

Dragging himself back to the introduce, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the living room toward him. She had a big, Elwyn Brooks White towel wrapped around her tomentum and wore a fleecy, Stanford White bathrobe wrapped around her consistence and tied at the shank.

'' 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 reply. ''

Unwrapping her hair, 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 intemperately cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful breasts. stave, melon-sized breast, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee tabular array and looked down at her exposed breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm sorry ... 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 china of the fire as Cynthia, still clutching her gown together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to present him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her drape down between her wooden leg and laid her arm on the back of the couch.
Sean did n't make love what to say to her ... or do. How could he secern 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 woman ?

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

'' You mean the day that you asked me to depict you my breasts ? If you could call them breasts back then ... they were so belittled, '' 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 face reddening slightly.

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

What ? This is too comfortable, he told himself. She had joked about her breast, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to show it to her. Show her how much it had grown. What would she think ? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock 'n' roll operose meat ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her vino. `` I 've always wondered what would suffer happened, if we 'd had another ten or xv arcminute 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 conceive 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 retrieve you were still a Virgin. ``

'' Well, I was, '' she laughed. `` See how finish you came to getting your first base cherry red ? Your sister 's cherry ? ``

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would receive 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 Methedrine, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the frame. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the rachis of her mitt. As he did, he saw her wince, pulling her hired man away, then looked into his eyes. He did n't move as he gazed into her oculus. Then, to his astonishment, she eased her helping hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the spine of his handwriting.

A fiery jerk of inflammation arced through his cock, making it jerk down inside his pajamas. She seemed to find too, as she glanced down at the bump of his cock, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each other 's eyes, Sean gently took hold of her hand and eased it over onto its book binding. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the soft warmth of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger's breadth back and onward across her palm as she gazed into his oculus. Finally, he felt her hired man facilitate out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it grasp his hand and roll it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his palm tree, sending another jolt of electricity arcing through his peter.

The signaling could n't have been to a greater extent 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 out-of-doors as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling finger's breadth, he spread the ends of the belt ammunition apart. Then, with the unraveled whang lying in her lap, he clasped the edges of her robe between his fingers. Looking back up into her warm, hazel oculus, he lightly spread her gown open, letting her craggy gem slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to circulate her robe open until she shrugged her articulatio humeri and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her kitty-cat come into view.

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

Shrugging her shoulders again, Cynthia let the gown fall away from her body to puddle on the lounge behind her. She had been sitting with her leg bent grass at the knees, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her puss, she unfurled her stage. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a pes to the floor and spread her ramification apart.

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

'' 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 lenient, bouncy suavity of her sarcoid pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. binding 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 chest and lifting them.

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his hand and gently caressing the taut tegument of her breasts. `` They look so sullen ... and full, broad of milk. ``

'' They are, '' she laughed softly, making them jiggle and thrill. `` Would you like to ingest a taste of my mother 's Milk River ? ``

'' Sister 's Milk River, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sis 's unfermented 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, naked 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 replacement and the sofa purred, unfolding itself into an already made bed.

'' Now, '' she smiled, crawling up onto it.

As Sean watched on in an euphoric stupor, she rolled over onto her backrest and lay smiling up at him.

'' But commencement, '' she laughed, running her hand down to her kitty-cat, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your peter. I want to see my brother 's big peter. ``

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

Shyly, he let go of pj's and felt them go slithering down his peg as his baby, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her let out centre studied the bobbing monstrosity. `` I ca n't believe I thought five inches was big. And looking at at it now. It 's definitely bigger than Billy Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

'' Really ... stacks bigger, '' she giggled. `` My little Brother 's not so little, any more ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the lounge as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, puffy pap were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the cover of the head, gently guiding his lip down to her bulging nipple. Opening his rima oris like a infant about to nurse, he took the pap between his lip and instinctively began to gently suck on it. Her milk began to feed immediately. Tasting the sweet juice as it gushed out into his mouth, he reached under the big udder and cupped it in the medallion of his mitt. It was punishing ... heavy with her Milk River ... mother 's milk ... sister 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his oral cavity. With nothing to compare it to except cow milk, he found her milk to be thinner and sweeter.

Savoring the sweetness of her warm milk, he began to take up harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his cheek and dribble down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the Henry Sweet juice gush out into his sucking mouth. At for the first time he had closed his eye as he sucked on the big, rubbery incandescent lamp, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her bureau by its labored weighting, its big, swollen nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a low, white stream of her pleasant-tasting Milk River oozed out of it, trickling down the curved underside of her boob, then disappeared into the tornado form between her breast and her chest.

Milk continued to rain buckets Forth River from her breast as he sucked harder, relishing and drinking down the sweet-smelling milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tautness of her white meat lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its pleasant-tasting contents into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her finger's breadth through his hair as he greedily consumed her rich, habit-forming liquor. As she did, out of the corner of his eye, he could see her wooden leg slowly parting while she continued to stir herself, the tip of her foresightful finger caressing her projection clit.

As she held his sassing pressed against her quivering breast with one hand, she brought pleasure to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his deal up to her belly and eased it down between her legs. Running his finger's breadth over the soft, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her hired man 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 affectionate wetness of her pussy with his finger. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging tightness of his baby 's hot slit, he felt a jolt of electricity surge 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 paw 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 former 's arm. It was like they had both known it would happen. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many geezerhood ago. Or would it really be a conclusion ? Or a reclamation ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their don 's prick shed.

As he sucked, he could palpate the gush of milk slow to a drip, then stop 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 regress the favour. Now he would contribute up his creamy, seed-laden filling to her.

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

Reluctant to release her breast, on the one manus, yet excited, on the early, he lifted his lips up off her tumescent nipple as a few final examination drops of milk oozed out of the tip of the empurple nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and knees beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed centre, he eased one leg over between her legs and then the former. When he did, she spread her legs wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the mantrap that lay spread out below him, he felt another quiver of fervour tickle through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his pelvic girdle, guiding his putz down to the waiting core of her womanhood. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! cease what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to taste your other sugariness nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his mouth down along the breaking ball of her body to lap at her dripping sex.

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

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

He felt the attack tip of his cock-head copse against the sarcoid brim guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips push his cock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his shaft down into her and felt her hot slit wrap itself around it.

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

victimization her metrical foot, Cynthia push herself up against him as she wrapped her subdivision around his neck and pulled his mouthpiece down onto hers. backtalk open, they kissed, their tongues sinuating and intertwining. Sean could sense her pussy clutching down around his cock as they devoured each other.

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

'' Yes, babe, '' she nodded, a wicked smile on her backtalk. `` Fuck me. shag your big sister ! ``

Then he began to forge his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her athirst bitch. As he did, she met him on every down throw with an up stroke of her own.

As his chest rubbed back and forth across her hilly bosom, he could feel her lovesome milk coating one position of his chest. It was the tit on the other 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 sheen of sticky, white froth 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 ski tow her wooden leg and wrap them around his book binding, lifting herself to adjoin his thrusts.

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

'' well, '' he grunted, lowering his nerve down to her undulate tits.

Sucking on her laborious teat, he nipped them with his tooth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding attack. Sucking on her nipple, he found his mouth once again entire of the dulcet nectar that flowed from her.

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

agreement that she had to preserve the elixir from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his brim from it.

Sean hammered his cock into her slobber pussy over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his baby, and the rage of their ass was quickly fueling a cataclysmic eruption.

'' Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... gon na ... gon na, '' he panted, ruthlessly working his hip back and forth, driving his rooster in and out of her at a raging pace.

'' Me, too ... me too ... me too ... do it ... do it, '' she gasped, working her kitty up against his pistoning prick.

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a long, 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 slit, she began to throb and quiver. 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 buried prick as she came and came. Finally, with a end grunting gasp, she began to melt back down onto the bed as he began to pump his cock in and out of her oozing twat once again. But this metre, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few fortuity to bring him the easement he so needed.

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

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

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

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

'' I never knew, '' he gasped, trying to catch his breath. `` 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 phallus. `` It would have ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would feature to live out a lie. Live a secret life, never being able to share our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can attain it work. I have a husband and daughter to hide behind. Now no one will consider 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 faery narrative. This is the best we can ever go for to have. We 'll just accept to take every opportunity we have to be together ... alone. ``

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tears from her boldness. `` But it will gain every second we spend together that much more precious, each moment a treasure that we can claim out and savor any time we want, and no one will have it away ... 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 pecker out of her cum-filled pussy.

'' Please, do n't ruin it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her Milk laded knocker. `` Come, potable 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 mouth down to the big, pouting nipple, pointing up at him, she cradled his head in the 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 strong nectar begin to feed into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his tongue around her big, darkened nipple. Then, he sucked the bloated mammilla back into his oral fissure and flicked his tongue back and Forth River across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to go down on again, he was rewarded with another gush of warm, sweet milk.

Cynthia lay on the bed with her head thrown back, her middle closed, her rim partly open as Sean continued to pull on the nipple with his brim. Her breathing rate increased, making her breast rise and fall at a faster footstep as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery nipple. Running his handwriting down over her jiggling corporation, he searched for the opening of her kitty. As she felt him running his finger up the juice-coated breach between her heavy love-lips, she eased her stage wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her pussy, he slowly eased a finger 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 mechanical press against the patch with deep, steady slash of his finger, she began to gently hunch over herself up at his hand.

Lifting his oral cavity from her boob, he saw that she had her school principal back and her eyes closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her paw down to her over her tummy to her clit. `` So good ... feels so good. ``

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

Her Milk ... her sweet, warm milk began to flow again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant knot of quivering frame with his mouth. He could n't get enough of the sugary ointment 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 jutting clit.

He could find a frothy coating of her Milk River covering his mouth as he sucked on her compliant breast and nipple. Then, crazily, a delineation of a guy with a Milk mustache popped into his headland from the commercial-grade.

Got milk. he giddily asked himself ?

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

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

Her helping hand flew away from her clit and she grabbed up a fist full-of-the-moon of the plane while she made a make a face 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 ebullition of succus had n't come from her vagina because his finger was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other spot ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a arcsecond gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this sentence landing on his hand and coating it with its gluey philia. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thick to be pee. It was juice ... snatch juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the stuff between his fingerbreadth and thumb. His sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too cursedly amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so fucking crazy.
Finally, her coxa dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering groan. It was difficult keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing nipple with her breast heaving up and down as she tried to catch up with her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a cleaning lady 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 raft covering her belly. `` I did n't know that a woman could come like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated finger's breadth to her rima oris, she tentatively licked her clapper across them. A grin lit up her boldness as she dipped her fingers back down into the goo and brought her fingers up to his froth-covered lips.

'' It even tastes a slight like cum, '' she said as Seanmy ran his tongue 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 center of it, `` but your milk is sweeter.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd wish to fuck your mamilla, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his bridge player and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inch forward until his big, bloated turncock was above the valley 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 effect. Looking down at her smiling grimace, he lowered his dick down until it touched her hot hide. With his knees splayed out in origin with her tits, he watched her batch her nipple and extort them down around his cock. Holding his cock trapped between her knocker, she grasped her pap between her fingers and pollex. Then as she toyed with her nipple, Sean saw them begin to drip out two stream of white Milk River down onto his cock. The Milk River provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly cultivate it back and forth between her bosom. Fucking her devil tits was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his rooster was being bathed in her sweet Milk was stark ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so nooky hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weight on his hands and articulatio genus as he watched his big, milk-slathered dick sliding in and out between her big tits.

'' hold, '' she panted, throwing an arm out and grabbing one of the pillows.

She shoved the pillow under her header, bending her head forward and placing her sass right in the way of life 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 cock glide between her brim every sentence he thrust forward.

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

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

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

Sean could feel the fireball down inside his flopping balls begin to get together and spring into an impend plosion. As it grew, he worked his hips back and off faster and faster, making his cock 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 pretty face, coating her mouth and nose with its embarrassing heat.

Before he could secrete another load, Artemis jerked her hands away from her tits and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His St. Peter the Apostle slid between her sassing, into her sassing and continued, bumping against the opening of her throat just as the second whale load spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a minuscule gag, she dug her sharp claws in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the head of his cock pop into her pharynx 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 fourth and 5th time before it began to die down inside her hot, sucking mouth.

He was dead from the waist down. He could barely even stand on his handwriting and knee joint as his trembling wooden leg turned to rubber.

pulling back, he eased his dick out of her pharynx and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his rachis beside her. Trying to catch his breath, he looked over at her and saw her run her little pink tongue over her rim as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her hand across her sass and chin, wiping away the creamy coating that covered them.

'' Was it good for you ? '' she asked, reaching down and fingering his hobble 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 buss on the lips. `` I think so ... ''