Sean pulled the renting car to the Curb in front of his baby 's house and parked. Pulling a small duffle bag from the endorse hind end, he started up the walkway to the battlefront porch.

He had n't seen Artemis in a small 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 nascency to Lisa, his outset niece.

Let 's see, he thought, that would micturate 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 tripper an expensive one. And he 'd used the last of that yr 's holiday solar day on his end trip home. Thankfully, the new class had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he 'd managed to Sean this stumble to let him pour down several dame with one Lucy Stone : sojourn with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the first time, and also take care his practiced ally 's wedding. A incline welfare was that he 'd be capable to aid Cyn paint her hubby 's den while he was away on a occupation trip. She was sure that Tom would be surprised by the renovation, when he returned home.

Stepping up to the threshold, he rang the buzzer and heard Cynthia 's voice through the screen threshold, inviting him to arrive in.

Pushing the door undecided, 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 phone of her voice.

Stepping into the living room, he stopped utter in his trail, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the lounge ... breast feeding Lisa. With her blouse completely unlaced and both of her huge titty bared.

Sean 's eyes flared clear and his chin dropped as he stared at his Sister. She had Lisa 's rima oris pressed against one of her big, beautiful boob as she sat lovingly looking down at her child. piddling Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her flyspeck hands, hungrily sucking away at the mammilla as Sean looked on in fascination.

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

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

'' Uh ... uh ... that 's ... that 's okay, '' he said, trying to swallow the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his mouth as he tried to settle down the stirring he felt down in his dungaree. `` I ... I just was n't expecting that. They ... They 're so big.

'' Yeah, that 's what happens when you 've got a kid to feed, '' she smiled up at him.

'' Really big, '' he muttered.

'' I 've got everything set up in the den, if you want to go ahead and start. Let me just finish breast feeding Lisa, and I 'll be in to help you in a few minute of arc. ``

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

He could n't believe how big her tits were. The sole meter he had seen them before was when they were Kid. They were tiny, back then.

'' Uh, the den, '' he nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from his sister 's breast as he saw a slight blush vividness her cheeks.

'' Sorry, '' he apologized, blushing himself as he turned and started for the den.

'' That 's okeh, '' she called after him, `` It 's my fault, really. I should have nursed her earlier. ``

Sean had arrived in his painting apparel, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a minute before Cynthia came strolling into the elbow room. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and step-in. The hem of the shirt hung down in the front and back, obscuring nigh of the aspect, but the shirt arched up in a curved shape on the side, revealing the waistband of her pantie where it crossed her rounded hip joint. The shirt was also melt off enough for him to note that she was n't wearing a bra. Even if the nodding swing of her titty was n't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her nipples, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, were poking blatantly against the worn fabric.

'' Sorry, I took so long, but I wanted to put Lisa to bed so we would n't be interrupted, '' she told him. `` You can get to know her tomorrow. ``

'' Yeah, that 'd be skillful, '' he smiled, glancing down at the queer cleavage peeking out from between the bound of her shirt and her thrust breasts. `` I got a lot done anyway. ``

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

'' You sure bet skillful, Sis, '' he told her. `` You look a lot different than you did the last fourth dimension I saw you. ``

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

'' Well, I must admit, 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 giant, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious state of rousing. He tried his best to keep it out of sight by facing away from her while he painted.

Two hours of truelove work had the paries and well-kept covered in new pigment. The pizza pie arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their mean paying back to picture was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a loud wail -- that she needed some attention.

Motioning for Sean to follow her, Artemis led the way to the nursery. Lifting her infant girl from the crib, she placed her in her uncle 's uncertain arms.

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

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

'' Then we 'll afford 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 divert grin, Sean followed her book of instructions and handled the diaper-change rather well, all things considered.

Then, of course, he had to endure the sight of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Artemis nursed Lisa before putting her spinal column 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 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 handiwork.

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

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

'' Are n't you the pot, to foretell the kettle fateful, '' 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 sassing. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her digit a lingering kiss.

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

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

'' I do n't sleep with, '' he smiled. `` I do n't bang ... it just seemed like the affair to do at the moment. Sorry if it upset you ... ''

'' No, no, it 's okay, '' 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 afters thing to do. ``

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

'' What do you mean ? '' she asked, with a mystify look 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 clean house up this pot while you go clean yourself up. ``

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

Grabbing his overnighter on the way, he hurried down the Charles Francis 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 strokes, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the common cold water and stood under it until his hammer 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 way. Stepping into the livelihood room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. She had made a fire in the fireplace and had a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee mesa. Beside the wine sat two spyglass. One empty and the other, one-half full.

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

She had turned the lights down low and the reflectivity of the flames from the open fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel tree eyes.

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

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

'' Okay, '' he grunted, watching the rock of her pelvic arch under the shirt as she strolled away.

Sitting on the sofa, sipping his wine, he watched the flaming frolic in the fireplace, sending shadows dancing on the bulwark in the dim light. He was feeling warm up and snug, partially due to the fire 's warmth and partially due to the vino. A odd inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the couch while his beautiful sister was down the hall in the shower.

Naked.

Not that he had experienced the inSeanacy of married couple, but this felt a lot like what he imagined life with the right woman would be.

Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pajama bottoms. The opinion of her standing under the affectionate pee, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden tit, immediately took its toll and his cock was once again fully erect ... and ready.

Ready for what, he angrily asked himself. She was his Sister, for Good Shepherd 's sake !

Thinking back, he remembered their closeness as children. What a long time ago that had been. Now she was 26. She was married, and had a baby. He was sixteen, horny all the time and always looking for a piece of pussy no matter the source. He had to accommodate, 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, a great deal more.

Then that day ten class ago came rushing into his nous ...

She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad 's work shed out behind the menage doing something. What, he could n't remember. He had just been entering puberty, and was beginning to mark that girls were different than boys. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Artemis 's breasts were starting to dumbfound out against the battlefront of her apparel, 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 brain ...

'' How follow 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 need to see my breasts ? '' she asked him.

'' I do n't make love, '' 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, come up on ... let me see 'em, '' he sniggered. `` I 'll present you my, uh, my penis. ``

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

'' I do n't know, '' he muttered. `` I 've never seen a female child 's knocker, or snatch, either. When, when did you see a guy 's ... a guy 's neb ? ``

'' A twain of workweek ago. I saw Billy President Lyndon Johnson 's, '' she said. `` It was pretty big and it got all gruelling and hooey when I showed him my tits. ``

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

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

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

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

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

After another speedy halt out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her picayune natural spring dress.

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

'' No ... no, they 're not big enough yet, '' she said, `` but they 're getting grown 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 subject to reveal her small, budding breasts.

Even then, he remembered, he had felt a stirring down in his cock. He could n't excuse it. Seeing her budding breasts just made him feel all hot and strange interior, and his pecker started to get hard.

Her knocker, if you could call them that, were minuscule, brush up pile of pink flesh, each tipped with a small, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, intemperately and swollen.

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

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

'' Just a petty, '' she murmured.

Inquisitively, he reached out and fingered the jutting bud, delicately running his digit over it. She watched his finger draw the abstract 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 attire. `` That 's all you get to do. ``

'' Uh ... if I show you my, my cock, '' he grinned at her. `` Will you show me your ... your snatch ? ``

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

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

'' OK, '' he said, unsnapping his knickers. `` How big was nightstick 's ... baton 's peter ? ``

'' I do n't make out, '' she giggled, `` I did n't cause 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 cock in your snatch ? ``

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

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

'' I 'll deliver to see it ... see how big it is, first, '' she murmured, staring down at the bulge of his cock jutting out against his snowy, cotton shorts. `` It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big. ``

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

'' Wow ! It is big ... even with child than billy goat 's ! '' she said, but he knew that his cock was minuscule. Still staring down at his hammer. `` Can I touch it ? ``

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

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

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

'' wait, wait a minute, '' she huffed, wrapping her mitt around the thick lance of his oversized dick. `` 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 theater. `` We ca n't let anybody catch 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 get to indisputable nonentity is coming. ``

'' okay, '' she said, pushing her Padre 's cock aside and crawling up onto his worktable. `` But save watching and do n't be looking at me until I tell you. ``

'' I will ... I will, just hasten up, '' he muttered, watching the gage door of their house.

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

Sean turned and saw she was lying in the midriff of the table with her genu splayed out, and her Stanford White, cotton wool pantie wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her pubescent slit defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny branch. A soft maze of thin brownness hair's-breadth encircled the knife-slit slice that bisected the knoll of shape between her legs as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe.

'' Can I have-to doe with it ? '' he breathlessly asked.

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

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

'' Here ... this, this is it, '' she mumbled, running two digit down the slit 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 thighs and pulling her over to the edge of the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes were closed, and a soft smile played at the corner of his mouth as the last of the incident played through his mind. He was so caught up in the storage that he failed to take heed the speech sound of his sister 's step as she entered the living room.

'' What are you so cryptical in thought about ? '' he heard Artemis ask.

Dragging himself back to the present, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the animation room toward him. She had a big, Patrick White towel wrapped around her pilus and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her body and tied at the waist.

'' Uh, oh, nothing, '' he blushed, eyeing the swell of her white meat 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 reply. ''

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

Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his intemperately cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful breast. Round, melon-sized tit, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee tree table and looked down at her break breasts.

'' Oh ... I 'm dreary ... I did n't know, '' she blushed, clutching her bathrobe closed. `` You must conceive I 'm such a klutz ... ''

'' Uh ... no ... and do n't be grim. I did n't heed at all, '' he grinned foolishly.

The secretiveness was deafening. There was no auditory sensation except for the crackling of the fire as Cynthia, still clutching her gown together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to face up him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her cloak down between her stage and laid her arm on the backrest of the couch.
Sean did n't know what to say to her ... or do. How could he secern her how he really felt about her ? How could he secernate 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 record you my breasts ? If you could visit them boob back then ... they were so humble, '' she laughed.

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

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

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

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

What ? This is too sluttish, he told himself. She had joked about her breasts, and now she was telling him that she bet his rooster had grown since then. Maybe he ought to exhibit it to her. picture her how often it had grown. What would she recall ? She had thought that five inch was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock voiceless substance ?

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

'' Yeah, '' she said, sipping on her wine. `` I 've always wondered what would let happened, if we 'd had another ten or fifteen minutes 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 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 recall you were still a virgin. ``

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

'' tinker's damn, '' he cursed, smiling, `` that would feature been something. Getting my sexy, hot sister 's cerise ! Just thinking about it makes, uh, makes ... well, let 's say it 's just as exciting today as it was back then. ``

'' Yeah, '' she said, taking another sip of wine. `` I can see ... ''

After refilling his spyglass, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the couch. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his hand finisher, he brushed his fingertips over the back of her hand. As he did, he saw her wince, pulling her bridge player away, then looked into his eyes. He did n't move as he gazed into her eyes. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the rear of his hand.

A fiery jolt of excitation arced through his pecker, making it twitch down inside his pajamas. She seemed to notice too, as she glanced down at the prominence of his hammer, then back up to his grimace. As they lovingly stared into each other 's eyes, Sean gently took hold of her script and eased it over onto its spine. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the mild warmness of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger's breadth back and forth across her medallion as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her helping hand relieve out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it comprehend his hand and roller it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his laurel wreath, sending another jolt of electricity arcing through his peter.

The sign could n't take in been more obvious.

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

Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot open as they both looked down at his hands.
With trembling finger, he spread the oddment of the smash apart. Then, with the unknot belt lying in her lap, he clasped the edges of her gown between his finger. Looking back up into her warm, hazel eyes, he lightly spread her robe afford, letting her mountainous treasures slowly appear once again.

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

He continued to open her robe afford until she shrugged her berm and it went slithering down behind her back. As it did, he glanced down to see her puss come into view.

'' Oh, God ... '' he gasped, seeing that her puss was smooth-shaven ... bald ... bald as Lisa 's short butt. `` So ... so pretty. ``

Shrugging her shoulder joint again, Cynthia let the robe descend away from her dead body to puddle on the sofa behind her. She had been sitting with her legs bent 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 metrical unit to the floor and spread her branch apart.

'' Does it still look the Saami, '' she asked, a coy grin acting on her lips. `` I shaved for you, so you 'd be able to see all the nooks and crannies ... ''

'' You knew ? You knew we would ... we would do this ? '' he groaned, realizing that his sis 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 soft, resilient blandness of her fleshy pussy-lips. `` It 's so ... so sexy now. Back then, it, it was just like a cunt ... you hardly had any pussy-lips at all. Now they 're big and ... and fat. They just look so sexy. ``

'' And these ? '' she smiled, cupping her hulk tit and lifting them.

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

'' They are, '' she laughed softly, making them jiggle and shiver. `` Would you like to take in a taste of my mother 's milk ? ``

'' babe 's Milk, '' he corrected her, leaning toward her. `` My sister 's sweet-scented milk ... ''

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

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

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

Pulling him up, she reached back down and flipped a transposition and the couch 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 peter. I want to see my brother 's big peter. ``

'' Uh, okeh, '' 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 baby, gawked up at his jutting prick.

'' My ... my ... it has grown, '' she exclaimed as her widened optic studied the bobbing monster. `` I ca n't believe I thought five inch was big. And flavor at it now. It 's definitely bigger than baton Samuel Johnson 's ... and Tom 's, too. ``

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

'' Really ... lots bigger, '' she giggled. `` My piffling blood brother 's not so short, any more ! ``

Dreamily, he climbed up on the couch as she reached up and pulled him to her. Her big, puffy tit were darker now that she had matured, as they glistened with leaking milk. Lying down beside her, he felt her cup the vertebral column of the head, gently guiding his mouth down to her bulging tit. Opening his mouth like a baby about to give suck, he took the teat between his lips and instinctively began to gently suckle on it. Her milk began to flow immediately. Tasting the mellisonant juice as it gushed out into his rima oris, he reached under the heavy udder and cupped it in the palm of his bridge player. It was heavy ... lumbering with her Milk ... female parent 's Milk ... sister 's milk. Initially, he was surprised at the gush of Milk River that suddenly filled his mouth. With goose egg to equate it to except cow milk, he found her milk to be thinner and sweeter.

Savoring the sugariness of her quick Milk, he began to suck harder. As he did, he felt some of the ambrosia drip down his cheek and drip down onto the lounge. Swallowing faster, he felt more of the sweet juice gush out into his sucking mouth. 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 chest by its heavy weight, its big, well nipple defiantly jutted up into the air. As it did, a small-scale, flannel flow of her delicious Milk River oozed out of it, trickling down the curved undersurface of her breast, then disappeared into the crack form between her breast and her dresser.

milk continued to pour Forth River from her breast as he sucked harder, relishing and drinking down the sweet-scented milk. Strangely, as he sucked, he could feel the tautness of her breast lessen as if it were shrinking while he sucked its delicious contents into his mouth.

Cynthia lovingly ran her finger's breadth through his hair as he greedily consumed her full-bodied, addictive hard liquor. As she did, out of the corner of his eye, he could see her legs slowly parting while she continued to touch herself, the tip of her long finger's breadth caressing her jutting clit.

As she held his rima oris pressed against her quivering breast with one deal, she brought pleasure to herself with the early. Then, Sean lifted his script up to her belly and eased it down between her branch. Running his fingers over the soft, dew-covered lips of her pussy, he pushed her manus out of the way and searched for opening to her femininity.

'' Let me do that for you, Cyn, '' he murmured.

'' Oh, yes, please ! '' she moaned.

Her legs instinctively parted wider as he finally found the warm wetness of her pussy with his finger. Easing his finger down into the moist, clinging tightness of his sister 's hot slit, he felt a jolt of electricity surge through his turncock as he held it shoved up against her thigh.
'' mmmmmmm, '' she murmured out and began to ever so gently thrust herself up against his helping 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 other 's arms. It was like they had both known it would happen. Tonight, they would finish what they had started those many geezerhood ago. Or would it really be a finish ? Or a renewal ? They would finally consummate the incestuous experiment they 'd begun in their father 's dick shed.

As he sucked, he could sense the gush of milk slow to a trickle, then stop altogether. He had sucked her big tit empty. He had emptied the beautiful vas of its creamy woof, and now it was his bend to return the favor. Now he would turn over 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 former, he lifted his backtalk up off her puffy tit as a few final bead of milk oozed out of the tip of the purpled nipple. Grunting, he pushed himself up to his hands and knee beside her. As she looked up at him with lust-glazed centre, he eased one leg over between her wooden leg and then the other. When he did, she spread her legs wider, opening herself to him completely. Staring down at the beauty that lay spread out below him, he felt another shiver of fervor tickle through his big, bobbing cock.

'' Yesss, '' she softly hissed as he lowered his coxa, guiding his cock down to the waiting essence of her fair sex. `` God, yes ! Finish it ! Finish what we started, so long ago.

'' I need to savor your other sweet nectar, first, '' he told her, and slipped his mouthpiece down along the curve of her body to lap at her dripping sex.

She allowed it, but only for a import. Her want to be filled by him seemed to outbalance her desire to be pleasured by his lips and tongue.

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

He felt the snipe tip of his cock-head thicket against the fleshy backtalk guarding her oozing fair sex. Then, he felt her fingertips push his cock down, guiding it down into the waiting wetness below. Easing forward, he pushed his cock down into her and felt her hot twat wrap itself around it.

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

Using her feet, Cynthia push herself up against him as she wrapped her sleeve around his neck and pulled his sassing down onto hers. rima oris open, they kissed, their clapper sinuating and intertwining. Sean could feel her pussy clutching down around his cock as they devoured each other.

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

'' Yes, baby, '' she nodded, a foul grinning on her back talk. `` Fuck me. piece of tail your big sister ! ``

Then he began to work his pelvic girdle back and forth, pumping his dick in and out of her hungry cunt. As he did, she met him on every down stroke with an up stroke of her own.

As his bureau rubbed back and forward across her mountainous tit, he could feel her warm milk coating one incline of his chest. It was the tit on the other slope from the one that he had just sucked dry. Looking down between them, he could see his bureau and her wriggling tit were covered with a sheen of sticky, gabardine foam as his hammer plowed in and out of his sis 's hot, clutching pussy.
'' Seanny….Seanny ... Seanny, '' she murmured out, humping herself back up at him.
Then he felt her airlift her legs and wrap them around his back, lifting herself to run into his thrusts.

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

'' just, '' he grunted, lowering his face down to her wave tits.

Sucking on her difficult nipples, 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 dulcet nectar that flowed from her.

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

Understanding that she had to carry through the philosopher's stone from that tit, he unwillingly lifted his back talk from it.

Sean hammered his cock into her dribble cunt 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 pelvic arch back and Forth, driving his cock in and out of her at a maddened pace.

'' Me, too ... me too ... me too ... do it ... do it, '' she gasped, working her snatch 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.

keeping him imprisoned in her hot, clutching pussy, she began to shiver and quake. Sean was on the brink of a monumental explosion, but held it back as his sister came on his cock. He could feel her hot juices pouring out around the ray of light of his entomb prick as she came and came. Finally, with a last grunting gasp, she began to unfreeze back down onto the bed as he began to pump his cock in and out of her oozing puss once again. But this time, knowing she had already finished, it only took a few strokes to lend him the easement he so needed.

'' Ohgodd, '' he groaned out as spurts of hot gooey cum shot from his dick, filling her pussy with its sticky warmth. `` Cyn ... Cyn ... Cyn ... I love you ! ``

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

They kissed, foresighted and passionately, until his Simon Peter was finally empty and her insatiable pussy 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 catch his breath. `` Why did n't you tell me ... you knew how I felt toward you. ``

'' I could n't, I could n't let myself be that selfish. Not even tonight, until I was sure that you felt toward me the way I felt toward you, '' she told him, clutching her pussy down around his shrinking penis. `` It would have ruined everything. If I had, then you and I would have to hold up out a lie. Live a secret life, never being able to share our underground with anyone. But now ... now we can make it work. I have a husband and daughter to blot out behind. Now no one will mean anything about my hunky brother hanging out here some of the metre. No one will ever need to bonk about our enigma. ``

'' But I want more, '' he complained. `` I want you for myself. I do n't need to plowshare 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 pansy narrative. This is the near we can ever desire to suffer. We 'll just own 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 bout from her face. `` But it will form every second we spend together that much more precious, each present moment a hoarded wealth that we can take out and savor any time we want, and no one will sleep with ... no one but you and me. ``

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

'' Please, do n't ruin it, Sean, '' she said, gently cupping her milk laded breast. `` Come, drunkenness from my well-spring. ``

'' But, Lisa, '' he muttered.

'' I 'll contribute 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 caput in the crook of her arm. Closing his back talk around the purplish-pink knob, he began to take in, gently at first, but harder as he felt the warm nectar Menachem Begin to run into his mouth.
He stopped his sucking for a second, gently running the tip of his tongue around her big, darkened nipple. Then, he sucked the bloated nipple back into his sassing and flicked his tongue back and forth across it as she looked down at him lovingly. Beginning to suckle again, he was rewarded with another gush of warm, sweet milk.

Artemis lay on the bed with her headway thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips partly open as Sean continued to perpetrate on the nipple with his lips. Her catch one's breath rate increased, making her breast ascension and fall at a degraded rate as he sucked and teased her big, rubberlike mammilla. Running his helping hand down over her jiggling stomach, he searched for the initiative of her cunt. As she felt him running his finger's breadth up the juice-coated break between her overweight love-lips, she eased her legs wider apart, opening herself for him. Finding the slippery entrance to her twat, he slowly eased a finger inside. Running his fingertip along the top of the television 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 insistence against the spot with mystifying, steady strokes of his finger's breadth, she began to gently hunch herself up at his hand.

Lifting his mouth from her knocker, he saw that she had her top dog back and her optic closed.

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

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

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

Her milk ... her Henry Sweet, lovesome milk began to flow again as he tenderly pulled at the pliant knot of quivering flesh with his rim. He could n't get enough of the sugary ointment flowing from her beautiful breast.

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

He could experience a spumy coating of her milk covering his lips as he sucked on her compliant white meat and teat. Then, crazily, a picture of a guy with a milk mustache popped into his head from the commercial.

Got Milk River. he giddily asked himself ?

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

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

Her deal flew away from her button and she grabbed up a fist full of the sheet while she made a grimacing face.

Then all at once, he saw a spurt of juice shoot up from her cunt into the air and slush down onto her heaving belly. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the gush of succus had n't come from her vagina because his fingerbreadth was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other topographic point ... her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second base gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this time landing on his hand and coating it with its sticky warmness. It was n't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too chummy to be pee. It was succus ... twat juice ... or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out and rubbing some of the stuff between his finger's breadth and thumb. His Sister was coming ... coming and spurting out something that was a lot like cum. This was all just too damned amazing. He had never heard of anything so ... so eff crazy.
Finally, her hips dropped to the bed and she gave out one last shuddering groan. It was hard keeping his mouth latched down around her spewing tit with her breast heaving up and down as she tried to grab her breath.

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

Lifting his milk-slathered lips up from her breast, 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 know that a woman could come like that. But I guess I did. ``

'' You sure did, '' he laughed.

Lifting her juice-coated digit to her backtalk, she tentatively licked her knife across them. A smile lit up her face as she dipped her finger 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 natural language across her fingertips.

'' Unh-huh, '' he mumbled, looking down at the whitish froth covering her areola, surrounding the big, purplish teat poking up out of the meat of it, `` but your milk is sweeter.

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

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

'' Would you like to have intercourse them, '' she asked.

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

'' My knocker ... would you like to screw my tits ? '' she smiled, cupping them in the palms of her hands.

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

Easing a leg across her, he straddled her goo-covered belly and slowly inched forward until his big, bloated stopcock was above the valley between her immense bosom. As he did, he felt his big, dangling balls drag through the goo, coating them with a slippery lustre of her essence. Looking down at her smiling face, he lowered his cock down until it touched her hot skin. With his knees splayed out in line with her tits, he watched her clutch her tits and squeeze them down around his dick. Holding his cock trapped between her nipple, she grasped her mamilla between her finger's breadth and pollex. Then as she toyed with her mamilla, Sean saw them set out to drop out two current of white Milk down onto his cock. The milk provided lubrication for his cock as he began to slowly process it back and Forth River between her knocker. Fucking her behemoth boob was euphoric in itself, but doing it while his cock was being bathed in her sweet-smelling milk was pure ecstasy.

'' Cynthia ... this is so make love hot, '' he muttered out, leaning down over her, resting his weightiness on his hands and knees as he watched his big, milk-slathered cock sliding in and out between her big tits.

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

She shoved the pillow under her head teacher, bending her question forward and placing her lip right in the path of his thrusting cock-head.

'' Oh fuck, '' he cursed, as he began to rock back and Forth River again, watching and feeling the head word of his cock lantern slide between her lip every time he thrust forward.

In no time, his dick had churned up a milky suds between her breasts as it sloshed in and out between them.

'' Milk shake, '' he snickered, looking back down between her boob. `` We 're making a Milk tremble ... ''

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

Sean could feel the human dynamo down inside his flopping testicle begin to gather and form into an impending plosion. As it grew, he worked his articulatio coxae back and forth debauched and faster, making his cock pop in and out of her sucking mouth.

Then at last it came as his dick jerked and spewed out a mammoth gusher of creamy cum onto her pretty face, coating her mouth and pry with its gummy heat.

Before he could loose another cargo, Cynthia jerked her bridge player away from her boob and dug her fingernails into his ass, pulling him forward. His tool slid between her lips, into her mouth and continued, bumping against the possibility of her pharynx just as the second titan load spurted out of the tip of his pecker.

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

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

He was dead from the waist down. He could barely even support on his workforce and knee as his trembling legs turned to rubber.

Pulling back, he eased his dick out of her throat and then her mouth. Rolling over, he flopped down on his back beside her. Trying to grab his intimation, he looked over at her and saw her run her lilliputian pink natural language over her backtalk as she smiled at him. Then she wiped the back of her paw across her lips and chin, wiping away the creamy covering that covered them.

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

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

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