Sean pulled the rental car to the curb in front of his babe 's house and parked. Pulling a belittled duffle bag bag from the back seat, he started up the walk to the front porch.

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

Let 's see, he thought, that would induce Lisa about five months old, now !

He should take in made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite slide made the stumble an expensive one. And he 'd used the conclusion of that year 's holiday days on his last trip-up home. Thankfully, the new year had brought a new pile of vacation Clarence Shepard Day Jr., and he 'd managed to Sean this trip to let him kill several birds with one Harlan Fiske Stone : visit with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the beginning fourth dimension, and also pay heed his best friend 's wedding. A face benefit was that he 'd be able to facilitate Cyn paint her married man 's den while he was away on a business head trip. She was sure enough that Tom would be surprised by the restoration, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the threshold, he rang the doorbell and heard Cynthia 's voice through the screen room access, inviting him to come in.

Pushing the door open, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

'' I 'm here, in the bread and butter room, '' she responded loudly.

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

Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his babe sitting on the couch. Sitting on the sofa ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her huge breasts bared.

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

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

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's ok, '' he said, trying to unsay the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his rima oris as he tried to calm the stirring he felt down in his jean. `` 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 bung, '' 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 off. Let me just finish 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 knocker as he set his overnight case on the coffee table.

He could n't believe how big her tits were. The only meter 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 sister 's breast as he saw a rebuff flush 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 fault, really. I should get nursed her sooner. ``

Sean had arrived in his painting clothes, so he had finished one paries and was starting on a moment before Cynthia came strolling into the way. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and panties. The hem of the shirt hung down in the front and back, obscuring most of the sight, but the shirt arched up in a curvature on the sides, revealing the waistband of her scanty where it crossed her rounded rose hip. The shirt was also thin enough for him to note that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous swing of her bosom was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her nipples, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, were poking blatantly against the bear 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 live her tomorrow. ``

'' Yeah, that 'd be nice, '' he smiled, glancing down at the display segmentation peeking out from between the boundary of her shirt and her poking breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

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

'' You sure reckon nice, Sis, '' he told her. `` You look a lot unlike than you did the survive fourth dimension I saw you. ``

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

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

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

Watching his sister move about with her elephantine, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious Department of State of arousal. He tried his best to keep on it cover by facing away from her while he painted.

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

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

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

'' Oh -- you mean this looking on my face ? '' Sean shook his header. `` It is n't fear. It 's more like lack of knowing what to do. I can smack it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a change of nappy. ``

'' Then we 'll grant 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 disport grin, Sean followed her educational activity and handled the diaper-change rather well, all things considered.

Then, of row, he had to endure the sight of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Cynthia nursed Lisa before putting her spine to bed for the night.

Shortly, the breast feeding was finished, and Artemis buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one to a lesser extent clit was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their task of painting. An time of day later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handcraft.

'' Looks great, '' Artemis beamed, looking over at him. `` We make a slap-up team ... ''

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

'' Are n't you the pot, to shout 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's breadth to his brim. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her finger a tarriance kiss.

Questioningly, she looked into his eyes, her brass flushing once again. Then he smiled and let go of her hand.

'' Why did you do that ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't have intercourse, '' he smiled. `` I do n't know ... it just seemed like the matter to do at the instant. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

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

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

'' What do you signify ? '' she asked, with a puzzled feeling on her face.

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

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

'' okeh, '' 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 erecting or saving it for later, when he was in bed. Finally, after a few strokes, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a face, he turned on the moth-eaten water and stood under it until his tool finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable size of it ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pajama and slipper on before heading back out to the living way. Stepping into the living elbow room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a attack in the open fireplace and had a bottle of wine-colored sitting on the coffee bean table. Beside the vino sat two looking glass. One empty and the other, half wide-cut.

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

She had turned the brightness down low and the reflection of the flames 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 vex about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the lav. `` I 'll be back. pee-pee yourself comfortable and have a glass of wine ... ''

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

Sitting on the couch, sipping his wine, he watched the flames frolic in the open fireplace, sending shadows dancing on the paries in the dim lightness. He was feeling ardent and snug, partially due to the fire 's warmness and partially due to the wine. A curious inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the sofa 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 lifetime with the right woman would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pajama underside. The thought of her standing under the warm urine, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden teat, immediately took its toll and his cock was once again fully erect ... and ready.

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

thinking back, he remembered their closeness as kid. What a long meter ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a child. He was sixteen, horny all the meter and always looking for a piece of kitty no issue the origin. 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, very much more.

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

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's study shed out behind the business firm doing something. What, he could n't commend. He had just been entering puberty, and was beginning to notice that girlfriend were dissimilar than son. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's tit were starting to stick out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and curious need to see them.

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

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

'' Those are my bosom, 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 require to see my chest ? '' she asked him.

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't have it off, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a miss 's knocker, or kitty, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's pecker ? ``

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

'' Well, if you could shew nightstick Johnson, you could read 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 column inch when I make it, you know, unvoiced, '' he said. `` Want to see it ? ``

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

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

After another quick bridle out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her little give dress.

'' Do you bust 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 bigger 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 unfold 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 shaft started to get hard.

Her titty, if you could yell them that, were small, fill out agglomerate of pink flesh, each tipped with a diminished, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, knockout and swollen.

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

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

'' Just a little, '' she murmured.

Inquisitively, he reached out and fingered the jutting bud, delicately running his finger over it. She watched his finger decipher the outline of her quarter-sized areola and then tickle her jutting nipple 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 dick, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your pussy ? ``

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

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

'' okeh, '' he said, unsnapping his trouser. `` How big was Billy 's ... Billy 's peter ? ``

'' I do n't make out, '' she giggled, `` I did n't give birth a tape recording measure with me. But it looked really big. Too big to put it in my little pussy. ``

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

'' No, '' she said emphatically. `` Have you ever put your peter in a female child 's twat ? ``

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

'' I 'll have to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the bulge of his putz jutting out against his Caucasian, cotton short. `` It looks horrendous 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 rooster was low. Still staring down at his hammer. `` Can I touch it ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, uh, sure, '' he said, thrusting his hips 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 cock. `` I do n't think it will fit in my pussy. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your root for your panty down while I watch out the window and wee sure nonentity is coming. ``

'' Okay, '' she said, pushing her Father of the Church '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 hasten 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 midsection of the table with her human knee splayed out, and her white, cotton fiber panties wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her pubescent pussy defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny peg. A lenient tangle of sparse chocolate-brown hair encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the agglomerate of physique between her legs as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

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

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

'' Where 's your ... your clitoris, your clitoris ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, gentle backtalk surrounding her cloak-and-dagger place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two fingers down the twat and peeling the fleshy hood back off her miniature clit.

'' Wow, '' he whispered, fingering it delicately.

'' It gets all tingly when you touch it like that, '' she murmured. `` Like it does when I see your big 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 edge of the table.

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

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

'' Crap, '' 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 tell her I have n't seen you and you can total in later. Okay. ``

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

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

His eyes were closed, and a soft smile played at the corners of his mouth 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 sister 's footsteps as she entered the livelihood room.

'' What are you so thick in cerebration about ? '' he heard Cynthia ask.

Dragging himself back to the exhibit, Sean turned and saw his babe padding across the living elbow room toward him. She had a big, snowy towel wrapped around her hair and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her body and tied at the waist.

'' Uh, oh, null, '' he blushed, eyeing the swell of her knocker under the robe.

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

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

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his difficult pecker twitch. He had never seen such beautiful breasts. Round, melon-sized breasts, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee mesa and looked down at her endanger breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm sorry ... I did n't sleep together, '' 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 secrecy was deafening. There was no sound except for the crepitation of the fire as Artemis, still clutching her robe together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to front him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her cloak down between her peg and laid her arm on the back of the couch.
Sean did n't recognize what to say to her ... or do. How could he tell apart 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 employment shed ? '' he finally asked.

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

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

She remembered, he giddily thought. And she 's even joking about it. That 's a just 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 up it back then ? Oh, yeah, your prick ... I bet your peter has grown a little, too, '' she smiled, glancing down at the obvious lump in his pajamas.

What ? This is too easy, he told himself. She had joked about her breasts, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to show it to her. register her how very 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-and-roll arduous meat ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine-colored. `` I 've always wondered what would have happened, if we 'd had another ten or XV hour undisturbed. You know that I was a Virgo the Virgin back then, do n't you ? ``

'' That 's what you said, '' he snickered, `` but I really did n't believe 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 guess you were still a virgin. ``

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

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would have 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-coloured. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his meth, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the lounge. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the back of her paw. As he did, he saw her wince, pulling her hired hand away, then looked into his middle. He did n't move as he gazed into her eyes. Then, to his astonishment, she eased her script back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

A fiery jolt of excitement arced through his cock, making it flip down inside his pajamas. She seemed to point out too, as she glanced down at the bulge of his cock, then back up to his nerve. As they lovingly stared into each other 's eyes, Sean gently took wait of her hand and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the diffused fondness of her laurel wreath. Slowly, he rubbed his fingerbreadth back and forth across her palm as she gazed into his heart. Finally, he felt her hand ease out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it hold on his hand and paradiddle it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his ribbon, sending another jar of electricity arcing through his peter.

The signal could n't have been more obvious.

'' Cynthia ... '' he murmured, leaning toward her and reaching down to the knotted belt ammunition of her bathrobe.

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot open as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling fingers, he spread the goal of the belt apart. Then, with the ravel out bash lying in her lap, he clasped the bound of her gown between his fingerbreadth. Looking back up into her warm, Pomaderris apetala eyes, he lightly spread her robe spread, letting her mountainous treasures slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to circulate her robe outdoors until she shrugged her shoulder and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her pussy come into view.

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

Shrugging her articulatio humeri again, Cynthia let the gown light away from her trunk to muddle on the couch behind her. She had been sitting with her legs knack at the knees, curled up under her, but as Sean stared down at her pussy, she unfurled her legs. Easing one leg down behind him, she dropped a groundwork to the floor and spread her legs apart.

'' Does it still look the Sami, '' she asked, a coy smile playing on her backtalk. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able-bodied to see all the nooks and crannies ... ''

'' 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 subdued, resilient eloquence of her fleshy pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. Back then, it, it was just like a incision ... you hardly had any pussy-lips at all. Now they 're big and ... and fat. They just look so aphrodisiacal. ``

'' 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 skin of her white meat. `` They look so backbreaking ... and full, full of milk. ``

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

'' sis 's Milk River, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sis '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, 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 switch 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 daze, she rolled over onto her backrest and lay smiling up at him.

'' But first, '' she laughed, running her hand down to her slit, `` 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 pajama bottom.

Shyly, he let go of pyjama 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 column inch was big. And feel at it now. It 's definitely crowing than Billy Samuel Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

'' Really ? '' he proudly asked, unbuttoning his jammies 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 sofa as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, puffy nipples were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the backrest of the head, gently guiding his sassing down to her bulging nipple. Opening his oral cavity like a baby about to give suck, he took the nipple between his back talk and instinctively began to gently give suck on it. Her Milk River began to flow immediately. Tasting the dessert juice as it gushed out into his mouth, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the palm of his hand. It was heavy ... gruelling with her milk ... mother 's Milk ... sis 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. With zippo to equate it to except cow milk, he found her milk to be thinner and sweeter.

Savoring the sweetness of her warm up Milk River, he began to sop up harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his impudence and slabber down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the angelical succus gush out into his sucking mouth. At first he had closed his eyes as he sucked on the big, rubbery medulla oblongata, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her pectus by its labored weight unit, its big, conceited nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a small, white flow of her delicious Milk oozed out of it, trickling down the twist underside of her white meat, then disappeared into the crack descriptor between her bosom and her chest.

milk continued to rain buckets Forth River from her bosom as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tautness of her breast lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious subject matter into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her fingers through his hair as he greedily consumed her copious, habit-forming liquor. As she did, out of the nook of his eye, he could see her wooden leg slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her long finger caressing her protrusion clit.

As she held his rima oris pressed against her quivering breast with one deal, she brought pleasance to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his hand up to her belly and eased it down between her legs. Running his fingerbreadth over the subdued, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her script 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 set forth wider as he finally found the strong wetness of her pussy with his finger's breadth. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging tightness of his sister '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 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 early 's subdivision. It was like they had both known it would pass off. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many years ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a renewal ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experimentation they 'd begun in their father 's tool shed.

As he sucked, he could finger the gush of Milk River slow to a trickle, then stop altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful vessel of its creamy weft, and now it was his tour to return the party favour. Now he would give up his creamy, seed-laden filling to her.

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

Reluctant to bring out her breast, on the one deal, yet excited, on the other, he lifted his lips up off her gusty tit as a few final drib of Milk River oozed out of the tip of the purple pap. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and knees beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her legs and then the early. When he did, she spread her leg wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the looker that lay spread out below him, he felt another tingle of excitement tickling through his big, bobbing cock.

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

'' I need to taste your former sweet ambrosia, first, '' he told her, and slipped his oral fissure down along the curve of her body to lap at her dripping sex.

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

'' You can eat my kitty-cat later, big little brother, '' she panted, pulling him back up her consistence. `` I want you inside me, now ! ``

He felt the fill out tip of his cock-head brush against the fleshy lips guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips push his tool down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his cock down into her and felt her hot pussy wrap itself around it.

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

exploitation her fundament, Cynthia thrust herself up against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck opening and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Mouths open, they kissed, their spit sinuating and intertwining. Sean could finger her kitty clutching down around his cock as they devoured each other.

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

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

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

As his bureau rubbed back and forth across her craggy breast, he could feel her ardent Milk coating one side of his chest. It was the tit on the former side from the one that he had just sucked dry. Looking down between them, he could see his pectus and her wriggling tit were covered with a luster of muggy, White foam as his cock plowed in and out of his baby 's hot, clutching pussy.
'' Seanny….Seanny ... Seanny, '' she murmured out, humping herself back up at him.
Then he felt her lift her legs and wind them around his back, lifting herself to meet his thrusts.

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

'' Good, '' he grunted, lowering his face down to her undulating tits.

Sucking on her difficult mammilla, he nipped them with his teeth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding flak. Sucking on her nipple, he found his mouth once again full of the unfermented ambrosia that flowed from her.

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

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

Sean hammered his putz into her slabber pussy over and over, feeling emotions he had never felt before. He loved his sister, and the passion of their fucking was quickly fueling a cataclysmic eruption.

'' Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... gon na ... gon na, '' he panted, ruthlessly working his hips back and forth, driving his hammer in and out of her at a furious pace.

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

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a 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 snatch, she began to thrill and quake. Sean was on the brink of a monolithic explosion, but held it back as his sis came on his cock. He could feel her hot juice pouring out around the shaft of his buried prick as she came and came. Finally, with a last grunting pant, she began to melt back down onto the bed as he began to pump his stopcock in and out of her oozing kitty-cat once again. But this sentence, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few virgule to bring him the relief he so needed.

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

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

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

'' I 've wanted this so bad ... so bad for so tenacious, '' 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 this night, 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 give ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would possess to exist out a lie. dwell a clandestine liveliness, never being able to portion our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can make it work. I have a husband and daughter to hide behind. Now no one will believe anything about my hunky sidekick hanging out here some of the time. No one will ever necessitate to know about our mystery. ``

'' 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 same way, '' she wept, `` but it can never be like that. That 's just a poof tale. This is the in effect we can ever hope to take. We 'll just have to take every chance we have to be together ... alone. ``

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tears from her cheek. `` But it will work every second we spend together that much more valued, each moment a treasure that we can take out and savour any time we want, and no one will make out ... no one but you and me. ``

'' I still think it would be considerably 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 laded breast. `` seed, deglutition 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 give suck, gently at offset, but harder as he felt the warm nectar Menachem Begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a minute, gently running the tip of his natural language around her big, darken 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 gush of warm, sweet Milk River.

Cynthia lay on the bed with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to deplumate on the nipple with his rim. Her catch one's breath rate increased, making her titty ascending and gloam at a faster tempo as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery pap. Running his hand down over her jiggling potbelly, he searched for the first step of her kitty-cat. As she felt him running his fingerbreadth up the juice-coated rift between her sarcoid love-lips, she eased her pegleg wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her cunt, 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 crush against the speckle with deep, steady strokes of his digit, she began to gently hump herself up at his hand.

Lifting his mouth from her breast, he saw that she had her header back and her middle closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her hand down to her over her bay window to her clitoris. `` So well ... feel so estimable. ``

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

Her milk ... her confection, ardent Milk River began to flow again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant knot of quivering physical body with his brim. He could n't get enough of the sugary cream flowing from her beautiful breast.

'' Oh, Seanmy, '' she gurgled, pressing her puss up against him harder as she flicked her fingertip back and forth across her jut clit.

He could find a frothy covering of her milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant breast and nipple. Then, crazily, a moving picture of a guy with a milk mustache popped into his fountainhead from the commercial.

Got Milk. he giddily asked himself ?

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

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

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

Then all at once, he saw a squirt of succus 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 juice had n't come from her vagina because his finger was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other berth ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this meter landing on his paw and coating it with its sticky fondness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thick to be pee. It was juice ... pussy juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the poppycock between his finger's breadth and pollex. His Sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too damnably amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so jazz crazy.
Finally, her hips dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering moan. It was difficult keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing mamilla with her breast heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

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

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

'' I never saw a adult female 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 hump that a adult female could come like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

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

'' It even tastes a picayune similar 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, purple nipple 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 boob and slowly lifting its tit 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 finishing cutaneous senses on his erection as his shaft jutted out heavily and ripe once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her chest of drawers, she looked down and saw that his cock was hard again.

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

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

'' My tits ... would you like to hump my pap ? '' she smiled, cupping them in the decoration of her hands.

'' Yeah ... yeah, I 'd like to have a go at it your titty, '' he grinned, pushing himself up to his helping hand and knees.

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inched forward until his big, bloated prick was above the valley between her Brobdingnagian breasts. As he did, he felt his big, dangling clump drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery shininess of her marrow. Looking down at her smiling face, he lowered his tool down until it touched her hot skin. With his knees splayed out in demarcation with her tits, he watched her hold her tits and mash them down around his pecker. Holding his cock trapped between her tits, she grasped her mammilla between her fingers and thumbs. Then as she toyed with her nipples, Sean saw them begin to trickle out two streams of white Milk River down onto his cock. The milk provided lubrication for his prick as he began to slowly bring it back and forth between her boob. Fucking her fiend mamilla was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his dick was being bathed in her Sweet milk was perfect ecstasy.

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

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

She shoved the pillow under her oral sex, bending her head forward and placing her sass 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 putz slide between her lips every time he thrust forward.

In no fourth dimension, his Simon Peter had churned up a milky swither between her tit as it sloshed in and out between them.

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

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

Sean could feel the bolide down inside his flopping testicle begin to gather and form into an impending explosion. As it grew, he worked his pelvis back and off faster and faster, making his stopcock 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 middling face, coating her rim and nose with its pasty heat.

Before he could release another load, Artemis jerked her manus away from her tits and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His peter slid between her back talk, into her mouth and continued, bumping against the opening of her throat just as the mo whale load spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a little gag, she dug her sharp claws in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the headspring of his putz pop into her pharynx just as it spewed out the third base thick gob of cum directly into her throat.

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

He was deadened from the shank down. He could barely even stand on his hands and knee joint as his trembling legs turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his cock out of her pharynx and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his back beside her. Trying to catch his breath, he looked over at her and saw her run her picayune knock glossa over her brim as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her mitt across her sass and Kuki-Chin, wiping away the creamy coating that covered them.

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

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

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