Season's Greetings boys and girls it is I, Tucker Woodruff. Or if you prefer, Tucker The Fucker. You may recall me from my previous exploits in the series Tucker's Summer. I'm here to regale you with another crazy tale involving my ridiculously large penis. If stories with eleven-inch weenies offends your sensibilities then I suggest you read no further. If by chance you choose to proceed, then I truly hope you enjoy this little offering.
"Dammit, stop teasing me Tucker and put it in," Julie begged.
My sister was sitting on the bathroom sink cabinet with her legs spread wide waiting for me to poke my eleven inch cock into her. Stepping forward I brought the head of my dick down until it rubbed over her erect clit then slid between her slick cunt lips. She let out a sigh as I pushed two inches into her sopping wetness. It never ceased to amaze me how wet she would get when we fucked. I slipped another couple of inches deeper into her tight twat. Her sighs turned to moans. Fascinated, I watched four more inches slowly disappear between her puffy pussy lips. When I had nine inches buried in her cunt she placed her hands against my stomach to stop me from going any deeper.
"Oh fuck that feels good little brother, but take it easy, it's been a while."
I could tell by the pinched look on her face she was having trouble getting used to having my whopper stuffed so far up her cunt. Slowly I pulled back until only about six-inches remained inside her. There was an immediate softening to her face. It has been over four months since I've had my sister's cunt clamped around my shaft, I planned on going as slow as possible to savor the feeling. I watched as her pussy lips expanded out around my girth, the brownish hair growing back now that she'd stopped shaving her beaver. The hair on her cunt reminded me of someone else's furry pussy. I felt my penis swell even more as I thought about Mom.
"Faster Tucker," Julie breathed, grabbing my hips and rocking me forward and backwards.
I picked up the pace, the sounds of her squishy pussy sucking my cock filling the tiny bathroom. She moaned loader, neither of us worried about waking Aunt Kate who was passed out on the bed just outside the bathroom door. Maybe I should explain why Julie and I were at Aunt Kate's house for the Christmas holiday break instead of our own.
It all had to do with Dad's brother Uncle Henry taking off with some floozy, Aunt Kate's words, about two weeks ago. Aunt Kate wasn't taking it too well. She started drinking heavy and began to let herself go. Mom was worried, but she was stuck in Japan with Dad over the holidays, so she asked Julie and I to more or less babysit our Aunt. Both of us had time off, me from my internship at Dad's bank and Julie from school. Mom promised to make it worth our while if we would look in on Kate. Personally I knew of several ways I'd rather use my free time, but then again, having Mom owe me was a very big incentive. I knew exactly how she could make it worth my while.
Anyway, two hours ago Julie and I arrived to find Kate quite inebriated at ten in the morning. She had ranted about not needing anyone to take care of her. We told her that we had just come over to visit, nothing more. That seemed to placate her, enough to allow us to come inside anyway. She had answered the door dressed in a flimsy blue nightie that had stains down the front of it. Her thick black hair was up in curlers, and it looked like they had been there for awhile. Most of them had come undone. In her left hand she had a glass tumbler filled with an amber fluid. We followed her in and watched as she drained the glass in one swallow. While Kate sat there drinking and mumbling about what an ass Uncle Henry was, Julie and I took a look around the front room. In one corner Kate had put up her artificial Christmas tree, but hadn't put any decorations on it. The gas fireplace in the wall next to the tree had one Christmas stocking hanging above it, but nothing else. I couldn't speak for Julie, but I found the sight of the undecorated tree a little sad. Thirty minutes after we arrived Aunt Kate passed out on the couch. Not wanting to leave her like that we carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. I got her shoulders while Julie held her legs. Once we had her on the bed Julie went into the adjoining bathroom and brought out a damp washrag. She sat on the bed and carefully bathed Kate's face before turning to look at me with mischief in her eyes.
"Wanna see something creep?" she asked, using her favorite word for me.
"What?" I asked curiously.
Julie stood and leaned over reaching down until she had the hem of Kate's nightie in her hands. She gave me a wink and lifted the nightie until Aunt Kate's full black bush came into view. She didn't stop pulling it up until I could see the flat of Kate's tummy and her bellybutton. My trouser snake responded like it was supposed to; it crept down the leg of my sweatpants. Julie wasn't finished. She took Kate's ankles and spread her legs out until her pussy lips started to flower open. My aunt's pink slit lay open to my lecherous eyes. Julie licked her own finger then ran it through the slit from the bottom up. When it came in contact with Kate's hood covered clit I heard a distinct moan. I wasn't sure if it had come from Kate or Julie. The next time Julie's finger traveled through the pink slit I actually saw Aunt Kate's clit start to peek out from under its hiding place. The moan I heard that time definitely came from Kate.
"Want a taste?" Julie asked, coming over next to me and sticking her finger near my lips.
My mouth closed around her finger as my hands shot out and found the clasp that held Julie's skirt on. With the clasp undone it took no time to pull the zipper down and let her skirt float to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties. When she saw my questioning look she told me that panties made the new hair growing on her snatch itch. My finger slithered out and up between her legs, finding its target on the first try. When I pulled my hand away from Julie's pussy my middle finger was coated with her cream. Gazing into her eyes I brought my finger up and sucked my sister's essence from it. That's when she pulled me into the bathroom and hopped up on the sinks countertop.
So here we were, my sweats down around my knees while my huge cock pumped the shit out of my big sister's puss, all while our Aunt slept it off in the next room. Julie came with a rush a few minutes in, but I was nowhere near finished with her. I planned on leaving her squealing from the feeling before I was done. Mindful not to hurt her I hammered my cock into her wet cunt at light speed. Her contractions seemed to be coming endlessly by the time I felt the stirrings of my own orgasm approaching. Reaching out I clasped her massive mummeries in my hands and squeezed just as the first tidal wave of nut butter exploded from the end of my missile. By the time I finished flooding her cunt with spooge, we could hear drops of it plopping onto the bathroom floor. After the throbbing stopped I backed up pulling my cock slowly from her drenched hole, releasing a stream of our mixed fluids to run down the face of the cabinet.
"Next time sis take your blouse off so I can see those big boobs of yours," I puffed, pulling my sweats back up.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she grumbled as she sat on the pot letting our goo drain from her cunt.
I went back into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed staring down at Aunt Kate. She hadn't moved a muscle. How could Uncle Henry leave this I wondered as my eyes lingered briefly on her serene face then traveled lower. When they reached her chest I noticed that I could see the brown of her nipples through the nightie. Just barely though. Kate has fair sized tits; nowhere near as big as Mom's or Julie's, but nice just the same. I let my eyes continue their downward trek until I was staring at her un-covered furry pussy. The nub of her clit was almost hidden behind the full bush of pubic hair, but the pink slit was still in plain sight. I felt my rod start to swell a little. I was taking in my Aunt's shapely legs when Julie came out and stood next to me.
"Whatcha thinking creep?" she asked, admiring the sleeping form just as much as I was.
