Dalton had hated his older sister Dahlia from the time he was ten and she was sixteen. Then she had moved out when he was fifteen. He was happy to be free from her bossiness.
Now, three years later, he was eighteen and she was twenty-four. She had gotten pregnant and couldn't afford to take care of herself and the baby, a girl she had named Sarah Jane. So she had moved back in with their parents to save money.
It was late Saturday night and Dalton had decided to go upstairs to bed. He heard a soft, humming sound coming from the nursery and peeked in through the slightly open door.
His sister was sitting in the rocking chair, humming and cradling Sarah Jane while she nursed her. Dalton's eyes grew wide at his sister's tits. They were huge, and what he wouldn't give to be the one sucking them instead of Sarah Jane.
Dalton stroked his hardening dick through his jeans as he watched. Sarah Jane's eyes were closed and as he watched, Dahlia stood up and carried the sleeping infant to the crib and placed her in it. Then she fastened the hook on her nursing bra and pulled the dress back over it, then buttoned it back up.
She glanced over at the door and noticed the shadow outside it. She smiled to herself. So Dalton was watching, was he?
Dalton hurried to the bathroom to shoot his rapidly approaching load before he came in his pants and then went to his bedroom.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. He was in bed under the covers, nude.
"Yeah?"
"It's me, Dahlia. Can I come in?"
"I guess."
She came in, and Dalton was shocked to see she had exchanged her loose-fitting dress for a slightly sheer pink nightgown that clung to her once-again perfect figure.
"What do you want, Dahlia?" Dalton muttered as he shoved the sports magazine under the bed.
"I need an excuse to come see my little bro?"
