Sean pulled the lease car to the Curb in front of his Sister 's house and parked. Pulling a small-scale duffel bag from the hind seat, he started up the walkway to the front line porch.

He had n't seen Cynthia in a little over six month, and the utmost time he 'd seen her, she had looked as though she 'd swallow up a hoops. A month later, Cyn had given parentage to Lisa, his first niece.

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

He should have made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite coast made the head trip an expensive one. And he 'd used the finally of that year 's vacation days on his lastly trip nursing home. Thankfully, the new yr had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this head trip to let him kill several chick with one stone : visit with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the first metre, and also look his intimately champion 's wedding. A side benefit was that he 'd be able-bodied to help oneself Cyn paint her married man 's den while he was away on a business trip. She was certainly that Tom would be surprised by the refurbishment, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the doorway, he rang the doorbell and heard Artemis 's vocalisation through the screen room access, inviting him to add up in.

Pushing the door give, he stepped into the foyer.

'' Cyn ? '' he called out.

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

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

Stepping into the living way, he stopped idle in his rails, staring at his sister sitting on the lounge. Sitting on the couch ... nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her huge breasts bared.

Sean 's eyes flared open and his Kuki-Chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa 's mouth pressed against one of her big, beautiful bosom as she sat lovingly looking down at her sister. Little Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her bantam work force, 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 smell on his face.

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's alright, '' he said, trying to swallow the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his backtalk as he tried to quiet 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 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 start. Let me just end up nursing Lisa, and I 'll be in to assist you in a few minute. ``

'' Okay, '' he said, taking another nimble coup d'oeil at her partially exposed white meat as he set his overnighter on the coffee bean table.

He could n't believe how big her teat were. The only time he had seen them before was when they were nestling. They were lilliputian, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his eye away from his sis 's chest as he saw a flimsy 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 mistake, really. I should give birth nursed her earlier. ``

Sean had arrived in his painting clothes, so he had finished one rampart and was starting on a second before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his project to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and panty. The hem of the shirt hung down in the battlefront and back, obscuring about of the view, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the face, revealing the cincture of her scanty where it crossed her rounded rose hip. The shirt was also thin enough for him to mark that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous swing of her bosom was n't detectable -- which it definitely was -- her tit, 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 nice, '' he smiled, glancing down at the exposed cleavage peeking out from between the sharpness of her shirt and her poking boob. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

'' Yeah, I see. I 'll help you do another rampart, then I 'll start 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 delivery, for dinner party. ``

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

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

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

'' Why, thank you, '' she laughed softly, noting the slender rosiness coloring her cheeks.

Watching his babe motion about with her giant, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious res publica of stimulation. He tried his secure to keep on it hidden by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of steady body of work had the wall and well-kept covered in new pigment. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intended return to painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a loud wail -- that she needed some attention.

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

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

'' Oh -- you mean this look on my face ? '' Sean shook his headspring. `` It is n't concern. It 's Thomas More like lack of knowing what to do. I can sense it, even if you ca n't. I think she needs a variety of napkin. ``

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

With Cynthia looking on with an diverted smile, Sean followed her didactics and handled the diaper-change rather well, all affair considered.

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

Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Cynthia buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one LE button was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their undertaking of painting. An hour later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handwork.

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

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

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

Impulsively, Sean grabbed her hired hand and brought her fingerbreadth to his lips. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her finger a lingering buss.

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

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

'' I do n't know, '' he smiled. `` I do n't know ... it just seemed like the thing to do at the present moment. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

'' No, no, it 's alright, '' she said, taking a footstep back as her big knocker swayed ponderously under her shirt. `` It just took me by surprisal ... that 's all. It was a odorous thing to do. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Grabbing his overnighter on the way, he hurried down the hall to the bath.

Showering, he was torn between whacking off to get rid of his obvious erection or saving it for later, when he was in bed. Finally, after a few shot, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a face, he turned on the cold water and stood under it until his prick finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable size ...

Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his jammies and slippers on before heading back out to the living room. Stepping into the living room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the redact waiting for him. She had made a fire in the fireplace and had a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table. Beside the wine sat two glasses. One empty and the other, half to the 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 reflection of the flaming from the hearth sparkled off her warm, hazel eyes.

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

'' Do n't care about it, '' she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. `` I 'll be back. Make yourself comfortable and have a field glass of wine ... ''

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

Sitting on the lounge, sipping his wine-coloured, he watched the flames frolic in the hearth, sending vestige dancing on the walls in the dim brightness. He was feeling warm and informal, partially due to the fire 's warmth and partially due to the vino. A curious inSeanacy filled the way, as he sat on the couch 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 sprightliness with the good womanhood would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pj's nates. The thought of her standing under the warm urine, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden tits, immediately took its bell and his rooster was once again fully erect ... and ready.

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

Thinking back, he remembered their closeness as kid. What a farsighted time ago that had been. Now she was XXVI. She was married, and had a baby. He was xvi, horny all the prison term and always looking for a piece of puss no matter the source. He had to admit, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that Platonic erotic love for her could easily cross the railway line and suit something much more.

Much, a lot more.

Then that day ten year ago came rushing into his judgment ...

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 retrieve. He had just been entering pubescence, and was beginning to notice that girls were dissimilar than male child. Different in such a gracious way. He had noticed that Cynthia 's breasts were starting to stick out against the front man of her attire, and he felt a new and curious need to see them.

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

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

'' Those are my white meat, silly. They 're getting larger, '' she smiled condescendingly. `` I 'm growing up. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't recognise, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a girl 's titty, or kitty, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's tool ? ``

'' A duo of hebdomad ago. I saw he-goat Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all intemperately and stuff when I showed him my teat. ``

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

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

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

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

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

After another quick check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her trivial saltation dress.

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

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

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

Finally, with her dress unbuttoned all the way down to her waist, she slowly spread it heart-to-heart to reveal her pocket-sized, budding breasts.

Even then, he remembered, he had felt a stirring down in his cock. He could n't explain it. Seeing her budding bosom just made him palpate all hot and unusual inside, and his tool started to get hard.

Her breasts, if you could call them that, were pocket-size, assail mounds of pink physique, each tipped with a small, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, severely and swollen.

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

'' Wow, '' he grunted. `` Can I come to 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's breadth describe the precis of her quarter-sized ring of color and then titillate her jutting nipple again.

'' okey, '' she mumbled, pushing his bridge player 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 hawkshaw, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your pussy ? ``

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

He could n't excuse why, but his cock was now hard as a rock. This was all so new to him. New feelings, new emotions, unmapped territorial dominion. ``

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

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

'' Have you ever had ... had a Simon Peter in your puss ? ``

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

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

'' I 'll consume to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the gibbousness of his rooster jutting out against his lily-white, cotton short. `` It looks awing 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 cock was small. Still staring down at his cock. `` Can I impact it ? ``

'' Uh, yeah, uh, sure, '' he said, thrusting his hip forward, bringing it close-fitting to her.

'' I ... I never saw one as big before, '' she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her fingerbreadth down his swollen, four-inch shaft. `` I do n't think it will fit in my twat. ``

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

'' delay, wait a second, '' she huffed, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of his outsize pecker. `` It 's so big. ``

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

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

'' I know ... I know, '' he grunted. `` Why do n't your pull your panties down while I watch out the window and constitute sure cipher is coming. ``

'' O.K., '' she said, pushing her father 's instrument 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 hurry up, '' he muttered, watching the stake door of their house.

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

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the tabular array with her knees splayed out, and her white, cotton panties wrapped around her mortise joint. As she did, her pubescent pussycat defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny legs. A soft snarl of sparse Brown University hairs encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the mound of flesh between her stage as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

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

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

'' Where 's your ... your clitoris, your clit ? '' he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, flabby lips surrounding her occult place.

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two finger's breadth down the prick 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 jolty ... 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 threshold of the house.

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

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

'' okeh ... 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 smiling played at the corners of his mouth as the endure of the incident played through his head. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to take heed the speech sound of his sister 's footsteps as she entered the living room.

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

Dragging himself back to the present, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the living room toward him. She had a big, E. B. White towel wrapped around her hair's-breadth and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her body and tied at the shank.

'' Uh, oh, aught, '' he blushed, eyeing the clotheshorse of her white meat under the robe.

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

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

Gawking down at her big boob, he felt his voiceless cock vellication. He had never seen such beautiful breasts. Round, melon-sized titty, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her whisker. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee table and looked down at her exposed breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm distressing ... I did n't have it away, '' 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 auditory sensation except for the crackling of the ardor as Cynthia, still clutching her robe together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to face him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her vest down between her legs and laid her arm on the back of the couch.
Sean did n't bang what to say to her ... or do. How could he tell 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 work shed ? '' he finally asked.

'' You mean the day that you asked me to show you my knocker ? If you could call up them tit back then ... they were so pocket-size, '' she laughed.

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

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

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

'' And I bet your ... your, what did you telephone it back then ? Oh, yeah, your prick ... I bet your cock has grown a piddling, too, '' she smiled, glancing down at the obvious swelling 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. indicate her how very much it had grown. What would she call up ? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock hard meat ?

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

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

'' That 's what you said, '' he snickered, `` but I really did n't consider you. You were so grown up and all, and I was just a bumbling kid. I just thought you were saying that so that I would cerebrate you were still a virgin. ``

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

'' Damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would stimulate been something. Getting my sexy, hot sis '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 vino. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his trash, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the put. Now their script were almost touching. Moving his hired hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the spine of her script. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her helping hand away, then looked into his eyes. He did n't propel as he gazed into her eyes. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

A fervid saccade of excitement arced through his cock, making it tweet down inside his pajamas. She seemed to observe too, as she glanced down at the gibbosity of his peter, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each former 's heart, Sean gently took postponement of her paw and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the lenient fondness of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and away across her palm as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her helping hand comfort out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it compass his paw and roll it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail titillation across his palm, sending another jolt of electricity arcing through his peter.

The signal could n't take been more obvious.

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

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot spread out as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling finger's breadth, he spread the ends of the whang apart. Then, with the unraveled belt lying in her lap, he clasped the edges of her robe between his fingers. Looking back up into her warm, hazel eyes, he lightly spread her robe open, letting her mountainous gem slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to disperse her robe subject until she shrugged her berm and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her pussycat seminal fluid into view.

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

Shrugging her shoulders again, Cynthia let the robe fall away from her body to puddle on the sofa behind her. She had been sitting with her legs bent grass 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 invertebrate foot to the trading floor and spread her pegleg apart.

'' Does it still look the same, '' she asked, a coy smile playacting on her lips. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able-bodied to see all the corner and crevice ... ''

'' 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, resilient smoothness of her fleshy pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. Back 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 aphrodisiacal. ``

'' And these ? '' she smiled, cupping her giant breasts and lifting them.

'' They could n't be any prettier, '' he groaned, raising his mitt and gently caressing the tight hide of her breasts. `` They look so heavy ... and full, full-of-the-moon of milk. ``

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

'' Sister 's milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sis 's sweet Milk River ... ''

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

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

'' The lounge ... open the couch, '' she told him, reaching down and taking his hands.

Pulling him up, she reached back down and flipped a substitution and the lounge 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 back and lay smiling up at him.

'' But first, '' she laughed, running her hand down to her pussy, `` I want to see him ... I want to see your ... your dick. 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 jammies and felt them go slithering down his legs as his Sister, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her let out heart studied the bobbing demon. `` I ca n't believe I thought five inch was big. And feeling at it now. It 's definitely bigger than billystick Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

'' Really ... lots heavy, '' she giggled. `` My little brother 's not so little, any Sir Thomas More ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the lounge as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, intumescent tit were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking Milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the back of the head, gently guiding his backtalk down to her bulging tit. Opening his back talk like a baby about to wet-nurse, he took the mamilla between his lips and instinctively began to gently wet-nurse on it. Her milk began to flow immediately. Tasting the honeyed juice as it gushed out into his mouth, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the palm of his paw. It was heavy ... arduous with her milk ... mother 's Milk River ... sister 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the blowup of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. With nil 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 in harder. As he did, he felt some of the nectar drip down his brass and dribble down onto the couch. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the sweet juice gush out into his sucking back talk. At first he had closed his eyes as he sucked on the big, rubbery bulb, but he slowly opened them and found himself looking at her other tit. Squashed down onto her breast by its weighed down weighting, its big, tumefy nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a small, whiteness flow of her delicious Milk oozed out of it, trickling down the curved underside of her breast, then disappeared into the crack form between her breast and her chest.

Milk continued to rain cats and dogs forth from her breast as he sucked harder, tasting and drinking down the Henry Sweet milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could sense the tenseness of her breast lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious contents into his mouth.

Artemis lovingly ran her finger's breadth through his fuzz as he greedily consumed her rich, addictive liquor. As she did, out of the turning point of his eye, he could see her legs slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her foresightful finger's breadth caressing her protrusion clit.

As she held his mouth pressed against her quivering tit with one hand, she brought pleasure to herself with the other. Then, Sean lifted his hand up to her belly and eased it down between her pegleg. Running his digit over the soft, dew-covered mouth of her pussy, he pushed her hand 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 split wider as he finally found the warm wetness of her pussy with his finger. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging tightness of his sister 's hot scratch, he felt a shock of electricity billow through his rooster as he held it shoved up against her thigh.
'' mmmmmmm, '' she murmured out and began to ever so gently thrust herself up against his handwriting as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her pussy.
He could n't believe how easily this had all happened. It was as if it had all been foreordained. They had almost fallen into each other 's arms. It was like they had both known it would bump. Tonight, they would eat up what they had started those many years ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a renewal ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their sire 's peter shed.

As he sucked, he could feel the gush of Milk slow to a dribble, 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 twist to return the favor. Now he would give up his creamy, seed-laden filling to her.

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

Reluctant to release her breast, on the one hand, yet excited, on the other, he lifted his rim up off her puffy nipple as a few final cliff of milk oozed out of the tip of the purpurate nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his handwriting and knees beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, he eased one leg over between her legs and then the other. When he did, she spread her pegleg wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the peach that lay spread out below him, he felt another shaking of excitement tickling through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his hips, guiding his rooster down to the waiting core group of her muliebrity. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! Finish what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to taste your former sweet nectar, 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 moment. Her need to be filled by him seemed to outweigh her desire to be pleasured by his backtalk and tongue.

'' You can eat my pussy later, big minuscule brother, '' she panted, pulling him back up her physical structure. `` I want you inside me, now ! ``

He felt the rounded tip of his cock-head brushwood against the overweight lips guarding her oozing womanhood. Then, he felt her fingertips push his hammer 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.

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

Using her animal foot, Artemis thrust herself up against him as she wrapped her weapons system around his neck opening and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Mouths open, they kissed, their tongues sinuating and intertwining. Sean could feel her pussy clutching down around his dick as they devoured each other.

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

'' Yes, baby, '' she nodded, a wicked smiling on her lips. `` Fuck me. roll in the hay your big sister ! ``

Then he began to forge his pelvic arch back and Forth, pumping his rooster in and out of her hungry cunt. As he did, she met him on every down virgule with an up fortuity of her own.

As his pectus rubbed back and forth across her cragged bosom, he could palpate her fond Milk River coating one side of his chest. It was the tit on the other incline 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 gluey, Edward White froth as his hammer 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 wrap 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 hard nipples, he nipped them with his teeth as she moaned and thrust herself up at his pounding onset. Sucking on her pap, he found his sassing once again full of the sweet ambrosia that flowed from her.

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

Understanding that she had to save the philosopher's stone from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his lips from it.

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

'' Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... gon na ... gon na, '' he panted, ruthlessly working his pelvic girdle back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her at a fierce pace.

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

Then, digging her fingernails down into his ass, she let out a yearn, 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 kitty-cat, she began to shiver and quake. Sean was on the verge of a massive explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his cock. He could feel her hot juices pouring out around the shaft of his inhume prick as she came and came. Finally, with a lastly grunting gasp, she began to unthaw back down onto the bed as he began to pump his cock in and out of her oozing kitty-cat once again. But this time, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to bring him the backup man he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurt of hot gooey cum shot from his Simon Peter, filling her puss with its pasty heat. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

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

They kissed, long and passionately, until his pecker was finally void and her insatiate kitty-cat was overflowing with his potent essence.

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

'' I never knew, '' he gasped, trying to overhear his breathing time. `` Why did n't you secernate 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 certain that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her snatch down around his shrinking member. `` It would possess ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would have to live out a lie. Live a secret living, never being able to share our secret with anyone. But now ... now we can prepare it work. I have a husband and daughter to hide behind. Now no one will cogitate anything about my hunky crony hanging out here some of the prison term. No one will ever need to know about our secret. ``

'' But I want more, '' he complained. `` I want you for myself. I do n't require 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 fagot tale. This is the best we can ever hope to let. We 'll just take to study every opportunity we have to be together ... alone. ``

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

'' Me, too, '' she said, wiping the tear from her cheek. `` But it will constitute every second we spend together that much more cherished, each instant a treasure that we can submit out and savor any sentence we want, and no one will roll in the hay ... no one but you and me. ``

'' I still think it would be estimable if we were together all the time, '' he fussed, slowly easing his deflating cocksucker out of her cum-filled pussy.

'' Please, do n't smash it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her Milk laded breast. `` semen, drink from my well-spring. ``

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll fall in her a feeding bottle ... '' she said, smiling at him.

Crawling up beside her, he laid down. As he lowered his sass down to the big, pouting nipple, pointing up at him, she cradled his chief in the crook of her arm. Closing his sass around the purplish-pink pommel, he began to absorb, gently at first, but harder as he felt the warm nectar Menachem Begin to flow into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a moment, gently running the tip of his natural language around her big, darkened nipple. Then, he sucked the bloated nipple back into his backtalk and flicked his tongue back and Forth River across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to suck again, he was rewarded with another ebullition of warmly, sweet milk.

Cynthia lay on the bed with her drumhead thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to pull on the mammilla with his sass. Her suspire rate increased, making her chest rise and twilight at a degraded step as he sucked and teased her big, rubbery tit. Running his hand down over her jiggling pot, he searched for the opening of her pussy. As she felt him running his finger up the juice-coated breach between her overweight love-lips, she eased her legs wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her pussycat, he slowly eased a finger inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the TV channel of her vagina, he searched for and found her ridge g-spot.

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

But as he began to slowly press against the berth with rich, steady apoplexy of his finger, she began to gently jazz herself up at his hand.

Lifting his mouth from her tit, he saw that she had her straits back and her eyes closed.

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

'' Ummmmmm, '' she murmured, running her helping hand down to her over her pot to her clit. `` So right ... tactile property so upright. ``

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

Her milk ... her Henry Sweet, warm Milk began to menstruate again as he tenderly pulled at the flexible knot of quivering flesh with his sassing. He could n't get enough of the sugary cream flowing from her beautiful breast.

'' Oh, Seanmy, '' she gurgled, pressing her pussy up against him harder as she flicked her fingertip back and Forth River across her jutting clit.

He could find a bubbling coating of her milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant breast and pap. Then, crazily, a movie of a guy with a milk moustache popped into his top dog from the commercial.

Got Milk River. he giddily asked himself ?

Suddenly, her breast began to joggle and sway as her beautiful butt joint jerked and shook.

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

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

Then all at once, he saw a spirt of succus shoot up from her snatch into the air and squish down onto her heaving belly. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the flush of juice had n't come from her vagina because his fingerbreadth was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one early stead ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening clobber spurted up, this clip landing on his hand and coating it with its embarrassing warmness. 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 fingerbreadth out and rubbing some of the stuff and nonsense between his finger and thumb. His sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too imprecate amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so piece of tail crazy.
Finally, her rose hip dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering groan. It was difficult keeping his oral fissure latched down around her spewing tit 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 sassing up from her boob, he looked down on her and smiled.

'' I never saw a woman do that before, '' he grunted, staring down at her glistening belly.

'' I 've never done it before, '' she muttered, running her fingertips through the gooey mess covering her belly. `` I did n't bonk that a woman could follow like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated fingerbreadth to her mouth, she tentatively licked her lingua across them. A smiling lit up her face as she dipped her finger's breadth back down into the goo and brought her fingers up to his froth-covered lips.

'' It even tastes a little 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, purple nipple poking up out of the meat of it, `` but your milk is sweeter.

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

Seanmy watched on in fascination as she bent down and sucked the big, bulging nipple into her mouth. Watching her suckle herself put the finishing hint on his hard-on as his turncock jutted out hard and good once again. Slowly lowering her tit back down to her chest, she looked down and saw that his cock was hard again.

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

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

'' My tits ... would you like to make love my tit ? '' she smiled, cupping them in the laurel wreath of her hands.

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

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inched forward until his big, bloated cock was above the valley between her vast breasts. As he did, he felt his big, dangling ball drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery sheen of her essence. Looking down at her smiling facial expression, he lowered his cock down until it touched her hot skin. With his stifle splayed out in line with her nipple, he watched her clutch her boob and squeeze them down around his cock. Holding his cock trapped between her tit, she grasped her nipple between her fingerbreadth and quarter round. Then as she toyed with her mammilla, Sean saw them begin to dribble out two watercourse of white milk down onto his putz. The Milk River provided lubrication for his stopcock as he began to slowly solve it back and Forth between her knocker. Fucking her goliath bosom was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his peter was being bathed in her perfumed milk was virtuous ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so sleep with hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weight on his hands and knees as he watched his big, milk-slathered putz 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 caput, bending her head forward and placing her brim right in the itinerary 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 hammer slide between her back talk every time he thrust forward.

In no time, his Simon Peter had churned up a milky lather between her white meat as it sloshed in and out between them.

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

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

Sean could feel the bolide down inside his flopping balls begin to gather and form into an impendent explosion. As it grew, he worked his pelvis back and onward faster and faster, making his pecker pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

Then at last it came as his tool jerked and spewed out a mammoth gusher of creamy cum onto her pretty boldness, coating her sass and intrude with its viscous heat.

Before he could release another incumbrance, Cynthia jerked her paw away from her boob 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 arcsecond giant warhead spurted out of the tip of his prick.

Coughing out a little gag, she dug her penetrating pincer in deeper, pulling him forward until he felt the caput of his hammer pop into her pharynx just as it spewed out the tierce thick gob of cum directly into her throat.

'' God ! god ! god ! '' he gasped out as his St. Peter the Apostle erupted a fourth and fifth time before it began to die down inside her hot, sucking mouth.

He was utter from the waistline down. He could barely even remain firm on his hands and stifle as his trembling legs turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his pecker out of her throat and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his backbone beside her. Trying to enamor his breathing place, he looked over at her and saw her run her little garden pink tongue over her lips as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the rear of her helping hand across her lips and chin, wiping away the creamy coating that covered them.

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

'' What do you call up ? '' 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 rim. `` I think so ... ''