"And I thought you were at summer school," she grumbles. She sits in silence staring off into space and sipping her beer. Matt takes a big gulp of his beer and gazes at his sister's profiled body seated at the end of the sofa. He wonders what she would look like naked. Her tits are sticking out like two luscious melons and anal screaming for him to come to fondle them. Then he silently curses himself for having such ideas about his older Sister. He feels guilty for his thoughts even though he had jacked-off the previous two nights thinking about her being fucked into unconsciousness by her new husband. He had masturbated each night since the wedding while envisioning her with her long slender legs wrapped around her new husband's waist as Roger fiercely banged his cock into her virgin cunt. Matt had cum intensely each time he had imagined her locking her heels behind Roger's thighs and pulling him deep into her hot wet massage pussy. He can feel himself becoming hard again as these notions race through his mind. Matt breaks the silence when he brashly asks, "Well…do you want to tell me why you are sitting here drinking a beer with your little brother instead of honeymooning with your new husband?" "It's a long story," she answers. "Well, …it's not like I have anything else to do. I think I have time to listen to your obviously erotic sad story," Matts counters. "I've had a long hard night of air travel. I need to shower and change into something more comfortable," she remarks. "Then if you promise not to ridicule me, I may share all the sad details with you." Matt nods his consent. McKenzie sets her empty beer can on the cluttered coffee table and lugs her baggage up to her old bedroom. A few minutes later Matt can hear the shower running. He stands up and stretches while releasing a fart and a lazy yawn. He scratches his butt then ambles into the kitchen for another cold beer. Thirty minutes later McKenzie reappears in the den wearing one of Matt's old baseball jerseys. The jersey comes down below her mid-thigh and her breast sensual jiggle with each step. Matt finds his sister breathtaking as she moves toward him and is apparently not wearing a bra. Matt surmises, or more likely hoped, lick that she probably wasn't her panties as well. His stiffening cock begins to tent his shorts, and he tries to hand it with his hand. Matt has been secretly fantasizing about his older sister's tits since she first began to develop them. As a teenager, McKenzie often slept in a cotton t-shirt or cotton pajamas. He loved it when her nipples got hard and poked against her pajama top. From time to time he's gotten a few glimpses of her bare nipples when she wasn't aware of his presences. He once considered secretly setting up a camcorder in her room to film her private moments, but measured the consequences if he got caught and decided against it. Matt hands her another beer and the two of them settle on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa. They rest their backs against the sofa and nibble on the day-old interracial pizza while sipping their beers. McKenzie starts her story from when she began to get cold feet just before the wedding ceremony. Matt listens without interrupting. ___________ Bill and Dorothy show up for breakfast with Ted and Abby as promised. “Did you three do what I asked today?” Nicole was looking at the room like she was playing Where’s Waldo. “Indeed,” groaned Skylar. anal My awareness chased it. Her areolas had grown larger since her pregnancy, wider rings now surrounded her fatter nipples. “Well” she said, as she looked at Alli. I wanted to say more, like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were lick sensual so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again. Lilith’s eyes widened, and the fear he saw there went straight to his cock. “I’m not used massage to drinking.” I tried not to gag when he got farther back into my throat. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, giving me such delight. Jeff’s convertible was gone when I got home. Landing as lightly as he could, he could see that a great many people were wandering around looking lost. He rocked back and forth, letting her swollen erotic slit tighten around his shaft and milk him dry for her insatiable sexual gratification. Juices gleamed on her dark-red bush. Let’s get back to interracial work. It will be ok. Here, sit in my lap.” When he told me to ride the exercise cycle I pleaded with him not to make me, saying that my pussy wouldn’t be able to take it.