“ Hi, Don, wan na aid me get her up to her room ? She passed out a couple 60 minutes ago ; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can't make her alcohol."
Don smiled at James Augustine Aloysius Joyce, his sis's near supporter,"We can just roll her onto the sofa and you can stay the rest of the Nox with me."
"Yeah,"she chuckled,"you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a laborious eight incher out there in the car waiting for me."
"I had to try… let's just put her in mom's bed. It's downstairs and she's gone for the whole hebdomad. Tomorrow she can wash off mom's sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won't halt ?"
"Uh, no… c'mon, let's get her gather in."

cooky was less than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fatal virgule, about six month earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on Cookie and given her everything. Two days after his funeral, cooky found the cache of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first swallow of the quiet liquor.

"We'll just leave her wearing apparel on her. She can slumber in the stink."
"DONNIE Parker ! Shame on you ; you turd. Get your rear out of here. I'm gon na undress her and throw her wearing apparel inside the washer. You can wash them in the morning ; now git.."
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a piddling and they, jointly, took each other's virginity. Don, however, couldn't keep on his turncock activity limited to one lady friend. Once he got a predilection of fucking, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibility with James Augustine Aloysius Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom door and decided to give her one more whirl. She didn't see him when she stepped down the hall to the public utility room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff dick,"You sure you don't want some of this ? It was your foremost one and it works much better now than it did then."
"You crazy fucker,"she shook her top dog and snickered,"Maybe someday, but Rex is waiting ; and I'm dying to find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie."

He pulled off his pajama, which he had donned to answer the door, pitched them onto the couch and started up the stairs,"Hmm… I wonder ?"
He went to his mom's room and looked at Cookie lying there…"She's completely naked under that weather sheet. She won't know, anyway. James Augustine Aloysius Joyce's plastered ass got me so fuckin'horny…."
He pulled the sheet back and appraised his little baby's ok set of tit. Her slim, freckled nerve was half underwrite by her thick electric shock of red hair… a quick glance at her pussy mound confirmed both were the same coloring. Once he looked at that cunt, he had no stake in anything else.

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

Don's cock slid into Cookie easily. The cum from the others provided pot of lube ; even a little sloppy, but he didn't mind. He needed relief.
When cooky's eyes opened for a arcsecond, he assured her it was okay and it was just him. Once they closed, he added,"Yeah, by God, it's just me and I'm fucking the diddlyshit out of you. We should have been doing this for years, Goddammit. Ohhhhh… you DO feel goodness, little sister ; so fuckin'good."
He took his fourth dimension for about ten minute of arc, until he began feeling his testicle tighten. Hid dick never felt harder, or bigger as he rammed his full length into her faster and faster.
"Oh, horseshit, Cookie… oh, my fuckin'red cent ! Goddammit, here I cum… oh inferno, YESSSSS ! UGNH ! ! ! UH, Uh, uh, uh… oh, God, cookie ; Oh, shit that was good."
She never flinched at his actions, or his calling out. She just lay there like a blow up wench, being the receptacle he needed.

Don got off the bed and sucked her nipples for a few second before he pulled the rag over her. He kissed her unresponsive lips and told her honorable Nox,"And thank you for the gruelling flak my testicle have ever experienced."
He picked up his jammies and headed upstairs. After washing his semi-rigid lance and nut, he laid on his bed, thinking about what just happened,"diddly, my dick's gettin'harder again… so… why not ?"

He decided to try getting Cookie cleaned up a fiddling, so he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. After sitting her limp organic structure on the toilet, he found the douche bottle and filled it with fond water. He remembered someone telling him about mixing vinegar with it, so he shoved the nozzle in her snatch as far as it would go and squeezed, filling her with the warm up water. While he looked for vinegar, she sat on the pot and drained. He was capable to get the full moon hooter inside her for the arcsecond light bulb full of the warm mixture.
Next he took a wash cloth and cleaned her bush, ass, and all full stop in between. pleased with himself, he carried her back to bed and laid her on her stomach.

He fixed a bowl of ice piss and set it beside the bed,"One way or another, sis, you're gon na feel my cock ; even if I have to thrust it in your asshole."
He rolled biscuit to one side and piled a few pillows in the middle of the bed. Once he managed to get her mid section jacked up, her pussy was just rightfield for doggy style. His cock had much lupus erythematosus lubrication, so he spat on it and pulled an ice regular hexahedron from the sports stadium. He rubbed the frozen chunk across her pucker, then shoved it into her bitch. His hardness shoved it mysterious, but there was still no reaction from the hobble girl.

He was satisfied to pump his way to another difficult, hot series of cum ; which took closing to twenty minutes. A face cloth caught the dripping, snowy cream as it made its way out of her crack.
He made up his mind ; he would outride right there, in the like bed, and fuck his sister as much as his body could remain firm. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a third round in, he'd be a happy man.

Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn't about to make it away. He managed to pull the pillows from under biscuit and she was lying on her side of meat. No… he wanted her face to face. She groaned a little as he rolled her onto her back, but gave no preindication of waking up.
Once again, he spread her legs and positioned himself. He shoved his mast inside her warm cunt, once again. Once seated as late as he could get, he reached for the bowl of cold water.

As he started pumping, he dipped his fingers in the pipe bowl and flipped cold water system onto biscuit's titmouse, chest of drawers and stomach. At first, she reacted with just a flinch. Once she realized she has a hard cock fucking her, she smiled and began moving upward to meet the thrusts.

Don tilted the sports stadium and let a small stream trickle down her sternum, rolling toward her belly button. That brought a gasp from the girl and her eyes popped open. Although it was still dismal, she could see the figure who was filling her with his meat,"Wha ... ? What's… ? Ugnh… mmm… oh, you're good. Mmmm… who… ? Oh, oh, oh, yesss… right there. God that feels sooooo good."
Her mitt sought her button and began manipulating delight from it,"Oh, ass, Yesss ! Oh, shit ! I'm gon na … I'm gon na cummmm ! ! AHHhHhHHhhHHggghhh !"

Her panting soon turned to deep breaths and easy snore. Don had never let up ; his piss hard was about to finally botch another encumbrance of cum and he wanted Cookie to have it all.
Once he filled her again and began to mince, he pulled away and stepped to the bathroom. With the dark lighter, he watched his powerful flow of pee hit the water in the toilet bowl like a waterfall. It was loud enough to be heard in the whole theatre.

When he shook the hold up few drops free, he turned to see cooky standing in the room access,"My turn. Why are you naked, Bubba ? Shit ! Why am I naked ? Wait ! Was that… ? Oh, God, no, Don. Don't tell me that was you fucking me a little while ago. No it couldn… was it you ?"
Don moved to the side and helped cooky sit on the toilet,"You're damn good it was me. I fucked you three times so far, and I'll darn sure do it again when I want to. Get your pissin'done and get back in bed. I'm not hard right now, but I probably will be before daylight."

cookie started to cry,"You can't, Don. I'm your sister. It's not right for…"
Don interrupted her,"horseshit. You loved how it felt, don't try to deny it. You absolutely loved how my hard cock felt in you, because you came hard, Cookie, really hard. Get back in bed."
Ten min later, biscuit broke the muteness,"OK, we can do it whenever we want, but we can't tell mom, Don. It almost killed her when she found out Daddy was fucking me. ”