Little Brother wants to Use in the morning!

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            “Kaa-san, Hana’s expression is ruining my breakfast.”

            With solemn, almost deliberate determination, Hana ate more of her warm toast and said around her mouthful, “Be quiet, Kiri.”

            It was a lot to put up with, after a summer break with so many fun and interesting things happening with Senpai, now returning to the routine of waking up early, showering – because warm night made her big boobs extra sweaty between them – prepping for college.  And now having to sit across from her complaining little brother.

            Tsuki poured and set a fresh cup of coffee next to her daughter.  “Some coffee will perk you up for class, Hana.  You’ll need your energy.”

            “Yeah,” drawled the daughter carelessly despite her beaming mom’s gesture.

            Kiri exhaled, setting his chin in his propped-up hand and staring with sidelong skepticism.  “Some college student.  How bothersome.”

            This time, Hana didn’t respond and just took another bite while her mom stepped away to return to the dishes in the sink.

            Kiri gave the slightest tic, and then went back to clearing his plate.  The traditional morning meal of silence and meditation.  Exasperating.

            He finished and looked at the back of his mom’s head.  “I’m done.  Thanks for the food, Kaa-san.”

            She looked over her shoulder and smiled that sweet smile of hers.  “Glad you liked it.  Be sure to finish getting ready for school before leaving.”

            “I will.”  He looked across at his sister; she blatantly ignored him with her small bites and closed eyes.  Truly irksome, even when she wasn’t being loud and boisterous.  “Okay, Hana.”  He pushed back from the table, and she continued to chew unabated.  “I’m ready to use.”

            munch-munch-munch…

            “Hana,” sighed Tsuki, now switching to her defiant daughter, “don’t ignore your brother.  He needs to get ready.”

            munch-much-gulp

            Hana’s eyes didn’t open, though her head lulled to one side indifferently.  “Just be quick.  I already took a shower and need to catch the train.”  She pushed her seat back, elbows on the table – toast kept elevated to her mouth for resumed consumption – and jutted her backside out.

            Tsuki smiled, satisfied, and turned back to the sink.

            Kirio was already undoing the front of his slacks; belt unbuckled and loosely opened, button undone, fly unfastened.  The energetic highschooler was already presenting his boner through boxer shorts.  Nothing overtly impressive from the porn she and Senpai watching during mutual masturbation sessions – Senpai was still too wired to make the move to touching and fucking, even when Hana wagged her tits in his face and told him to listen how wet her ‘kitty’ was. – but Kiri’s was a fine form regardless; he fit nicely in her.

            He rounded with contained enthusiasm, nudging her emptied chair aside for better accommodation behind her.  His hands touched her warm thighs, skirting up her skirt until it bunched around her waist.  Plain cotton pale blue panties gently – not explicitly – followed the crevice of her ass, but the definition of her puffy pussy was seen in a crease in her crotch.  No wetness, but upon extracting his own arousal, with the precum built up at his tip, it wouldn’t be an issue.

            “And don’t make a mess,” said Hana after another bite.  “I don’t want to have to take another shower.”

            Kiri disregarded her warning.  She was the messy type.  He was contained and precise.  Carefully, he fondled the line of her pussy.  Warm.  She didn’t even flinch, though he knew she liked it when her clit was stimulated with light circles.  She might not show it right away, but it was probably a lot slicker inside her now.

            “Now, Kiri, don’t dawdle.  You both have to get to school,” scolded their mom, noticing the lack of moans and peeping Kiri’s cock outside his sister’s sheathe still.

            “Yes, Kaa-san,” said the obedient son, hooking a finger under the hem of Hana’s panties and pulling it aside; she at least helped, reaching with her free hand to hitched her underwear and also pull at her plump pussy’s outer lips for him to glimpse the glistening pink within.

            He applied himself; young cock to a college girl’s pussy.  As he had done before since reaching the age of the home’s freeuse customs, he delved steadily into Hana’s pussy, shuddering stiffly as her walls closed snuggly around him.

            “munch-munch.”  Hana continued breakfast as her brother slid in until fully inside, his pelvis up against her butt, tight sac against her clit.

            Yep, she was wet inside.  Kiri could melt right then and there.  His cock throbbed passionately in this environment, donating copious bursts of precum to her slick.  Her uterus was nearly within reach, but he still had some maturing to do before he could fill out that deep; he barely reached the pocket where her cervix resided.

            “C’mon,” bemoaned the sister.  “You’re taking too long.”

            Kiri’s face tightened up in frustrated determination.  He gripped her waist, thumbs under the band of her skirt and panties for leverage, and then he began thrusting.  Hard, quick, jackhammering pace, ricochetting off her bouncy ass and hurtling her smaller frame against the table.  She braced, one eyes peeking open to glance back at her overzealous brother.  She couldn’t finish eating like this!  One foot slid outward, making room for him, but it wasn’t until the table scuffed slightly on the floorboards that she had to say, “Calm down, Kiri!  Okaa-san, he’s being too—ugh—too rough again.”  Her head bowed downward, her breath laboring steadily.  Her huge tits jiggled against the table surface in resonance to Kiri’s passion.

            Once again, Tsuki had to turn from her housewife chores to lecture and keep order.  “Now, Kiri, don’t exhaust your sister.  Remember, she also needs to get ready.”  She held up a finger.  “Try to make it good for both of you.”

            Again, Kiri acknowledged her, showing a bit of impatience now that his blood was up.  Quickly, he slowed down while keeping the penetration deep and – when he thought he could get away with it – strong.  Hana gave gut-wrenched groans in those instances, knowing her brother was trying to reach that much deeper in her to invoke these less subtle reactions.  She wasn’t going to lose her voice or her appetite.  Taking these heavy thrusts in stride, she brought her toast – now shakenly balanced on her fingers – up and bit off a smaller piece.

            “Mph!”  She gave a start when Kiri’s fingers went around her waist and down into the crop of dusty-gray hair to reacquaint with her clit, stroking it in frantic measure, unable to coordinate with his heaving hips.  She didn’t risk another bite now; she attempted, but thought breakfast was better to wait.  Kiri’s other hand was already going up her shirt.  Her J-cups couldn’t be glossed over, being her most outstanding feature – even if she contended that it was her lively, outgoing personality.

            His fingertips wedged carefully between the rolling globes of flesh and the table, digits fanning out to feel the pliant weight slip between them like supple bread dough.  He stopped breathing a moment.  No matter how many times or where – in the shower, on the table, midnight when he had to sneak into her room with a persistent erection and she was lazily awakened to take care of it – it astounded him how perfectly stacked his petite sister was!  He grabbed, fingers clamping on the globe almost hard enough to hurt.  Her nipples swelled up; his finger pestered the one by flicking over it back and forth.

            Hana tensed and moaned through clenching teeth.  She loved her tits being played with, which was why she wore such unreliable support; even simple steps made them juggle and sway.  Within, her channel began to tighten, attesting to Kiri’s methodical touches.  Maybe she would get an appropriate relief before starting another semester of college…

            “Unh!”  Kiri tried valiantly to bite back the sound.

            Then Hana felt it: the warmth pooling inside her, at that vacant area just outside her womb.  Subconsciously, her hips flared and tried to take him deeper while he pushed forward.  All his touches stopped, resetting to the anchorage of her waist, holding her steady.  His balls held up tight, squeezing tight to flood her with his incestuous seed.  As much as he tried to hold his breath, he slipped and groaned loudly.

            The shots were strong and splattered across the passage to her egg.  Sperm slipped headlong through the narrow passage to find that luscious part of her and settle in.

            He’d clearly been saving up, though panting Hana when he kept going; pulling out of his spreading mess and pushing back with each spasm.  It felt nice, him salving his abundance into her walls until it began to leak out, but when he was done – slumping down and trapping her beneath his taller fame, giving a breath of finality while his cock began to diminish – she realized the free flowing semen was starting to run down the insides of her legs; her panties already in need of changing.

            “Okaa-san,” she whined, cheek on the table.  “He made a mess after all.”

            Kiri scoffed, rearing up with an offended look on his flushed face.  “It-It’s not so bad,” he protested, though his complexion turned redder when he glanced down and saw his retreating cock mogged in his thick, abundant spunk.  It was pretty messy, he had to admit, feeling an energized twitch when his sister’s packed vagina slowly closed up and stemmed the eager stream.

            “Now, now,” quelled Tsuki, hands drying on a washcloth as she separated the two, sizing up the condition of both of her kids.  One glance at Hana…  Yes, she needed cleaning and a new pair of panties.  Her son…  “I’ll handle it,” she assured them, first dabbing Hana’s legs with the washcloth to clean away the longest trails of cum.  For the quim, she pressed her mouth to it, gingerly licking up the heading semen.  Hana quivered out “O-Okaa-san” and helped part her pussy lips to let Tsuki’s tongue clean a bit deeper; not that she’d be able to reach the abundance sloshing at her cervix, trapped behind her plumped-up walls until her arousal receded.

            “There,” mused Tsuki, her lips gleaming with Kiri’s release.  Mostly, Hana’s pussy looked fresh if not a little raw; some cum still clung to her trimmed pubic hair, but that could be dealt with during the panty-swapping.  “You can finish your breakfast now, Hana-chan, and then change your underwear.”

            “Right,” Hana unenthusiastically responded, pulling her chair up behind her to sit and continue eating like nothing had happened.  With Kiri failing to bring her to release, she’d take a quick interim when she changed clothes to quickly finish herself by fingers.

            “And now you, Kiri♥”  Tsuki brought Kiri’s cock into her mouth, gently sucking on it.  The endeavor was to clean, but in his heightened sensitivity and the vigor of youth, she experienced unintended – but not unexpected – consequences; she made a mewling whimper as he began to grow in her mouth, already interested from watching her eat his cum out of his buxom sister.

            Hana’s next bite out of her toast was big and arrogant, chewing noisily to combat the sounds of her prim mother slurping and moaning on Kiri’s dick.  “Why don’t we just get him a fleshlight instead?” she grumbled uncouthly, ignoring what was going on behind her.  “It’ll make breakfast a lot faster.”

            Kiri scoffed at her snide attitude.  “Maybe if you put more effort into it, you wouldn’t be tiny.  You always make me finish on your chest, and that’s why they’re so big and you’re so small!”

            Hana rotated in her chair, arm over the back of it to glare daggers at him.  “Typical perv, wanting the girl to do kinky things all the time.”  She thrust her chest up; they bounced to the effect of Kiri getting harder in his mom’s mouth.  “Maybe if you were shooting man stuff instead of a little boy’s…”

            “Now, you two,” Tsuki calmed them with raised hands and spittle around her mouth.  “There’s no time for squabbling.  You should be getting ready now, Kiri.”  She stood up, helping him tuck his hard penis back into his underwear – fenagling its rigidity under the waistband – pulled up his zipper and latched his button, fixed his belt, and brushed his hair once; it did nothing for the shaggy appearance.  “And Hana-chan,” she said, her eyes expressing her concern to her top-heavy daughter, “perhaps swallowing will help your growth.”

            Kiri smirked behind Tsuki like he’d won an argument.  And that was satisfying enough to get him prepped for school.

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Might do more with Uzaki incest.  I feel no sexual chemistry for her and Sakurai, so I thought it was just going to be a series I passed by… then Kiri showed up for literally ten seconds.  Free use and incest go hand-in-hand so well!