Brady almost stumbles in his haste to get a glass from the kitchen, and he doesn’t even try to hide it when he yanks down his sweats and starts jerking it into the glass. XXX “So how long have you been drinking coffee, Little B?”
“Ugh,” she says, pushing him away. “What-“ he cuts himself off as his little sister scoots past him, her sleep warm body brushing against his, before she reaches for the mug in her father’s hand. Mouth open and drooling. “Nothing was as good as seeing Breanne’s mouth stretched around my fingers that night, Nothing was ever as good as seeing my baby sister’s mouth filled with my come.”
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They don’t plan it, but they’re both pretty buzzed when Breanne gets home: a half dozen beer bottles litter the table and Doug’s pretty sure he can still smell the last joint hovering in the air, barely covering the thick scent of come.
