1. Baby Weight For Me


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Black, Incest, Lactation, Male / Older Female, Author: Blackstroker, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    about the ice cream” “What then?” “The milk…and that” “And what?” I pointed to her breast, smiling. She threw back her head and laughed, then pushed me playfully. “Go on, you really are a perv you know, I’m beginning to believe what you told me earlier. I think I’ll have to watch how I am around you from now on. I’d better cover up this breast for my own good.” She reached for a rag and started covering her breast. My heart sank. But then she put the rag down on her lap. “Only kidding, you’re my brother, I have nothing to be afraid of.” She leant over and pecked me on the cheek. The baby laughed. “Now continue feeding me that nice ice cream my brother.” “At your service, maybe one of these days you’ll feed me some of that nice milk my sister.” “You never know” she said, without looking at me. She was wearing a short shift-like light blue dress that was buttoned down the front. It had ridden considerably up her lush thighs, and because I was wearing shorts, all this time our bare thighs were touching. I could feel the slight sweat formed between them. My cock had been at full mast from the moment I sat down next to her. The bulge was evident. From time to time I’d seen her make quick little side glances, and I wondered if it was my hard on she was peeking at. She had the last spoon of ice cream and I told her that I was going to the kitchen to put the containers into the garbage bin. I got up, making sure that I turned just enough to let her see the bulging front of my ...
    shorts. It was eye level with her face just inches away and I saw her give it more than a glance as she breathed hard and licked her lips before looking away. Neither one of us said a thing as we both looked in opposite directions. Just then we heard a car pull into the driveway. Either mom or dad had come home. Linda quickly snatched up the rag and carefully covered her breast. Only then did she look at me with a little smile on her face as I turned away, pulling the T shirt down over the front of my shorts. That eventful day was Friday, which meant that our parents were home from work for the weekend. That was just fine with me, because even if it wasn’t weekend I would have let things cool for two or three days to give her time to think. I didn’t want to go too fast and make things clumsy. During the weekend we talked to each other and interacted as normal when our parents were around. If it were just the two of us alone in a room we exchanged an occasional knowing smile and look without saying anything about Friday’s incidents. I could tell she was warming up. During the next week I raised things up a notch by complimenting her quite frequently, even more than I had been doing all those months prior to our confrontation. I touched and hugged her slightly every opportunity I got whenever I was home from classes or work, giving her little pecks on the cheeks every now and then. I never let my hugs or touches suggest anything more than brotherly love. I noticed that she only ...
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