The Best Laid Plans (NO FUTA, but chock full of wholesome incest)

The Best Laid Plans

By Honey Moon

Twenty year old Millicent, Millie to her friends, was seriously pissed at her seventeen year old sister, Deborah. While reading her younger sister's top secret and cleverly hidden diary, Millie had found out that the slinking little sneak had put the move on her boyfriend, Wallace.

Well, Wallace was history now. The asshole had let Debby blow him! Her sister had slobbered all over his damn dick! She flipped a couple pages, and nearly tore the book apart in anger. She hadn't stopped there! Debby had taken advantage of the day daddy was working late on a stake-out, and mom had made her drive Billy, their fifteen year old brother, to the dentist. Debby had let Wally go “All The Way” with with her, just because the asshole happened to have a rubber in his wallet!

“That little bitch!” she muttered as she forced herself to calmly put the book back in it's secret hiding place in the narrow space under the bottom drawer of her sister's dresser. “No wonder he stood me up and claimed he was too tired that night! Just because I'm not ready to fuck him, doesn't mean my kid sister can ball him behind my back! That, that's just wrong! If she wanted to get laid so much, why isn't she screwing that nerd she's always dating?”

She made sure everything was back in place after thoroughly searching the damn thieving sneak's bedroom, and pocketed the baggie of premo weed she had found taped to the back of Debby's dresser mirror. She left her sister's room and headed for her own. There had to be some way she could get even with Debby the thief for stealing HER property!

She paused at her brother's room. The sounds were unmistakable. Billy was at it again. She could hear his labored breathing through the closed door. She knelt, and peered through the keyhole.

How disgusting! There was her fifteen year old brother sitting on the edge of his bed. All he wore was a pair of dirty sweat socks. One hand held a copy of “PlayBoy”. The other, held his erect penis. “What a little pig.” she whispered, as she stared through the keyhole. “What a nasty little oinker.”

Millie gulped as she watched his hand slowly move up and down the impressive rigid shaft. It looked to be at least ten inches long, possibly eleven, and nearly as thick as her wrist! The balls beneath filled his smooth hairless sack like two eggs. The big double yolk ones mom always gets from the farmer's market. Why in the world did her fifteen year old brother have genitalia more impressive than twenty year old Wally?

Millie couldn't help wondering if that monstrous thing would fit in her mouth. Wally's had caused her to gag and choke the first few times she had performed fellatio on him. One frightening thought burned bright. He was seemingly growing taller by the day. How big would that thing be when Billy was twenty? She trembled. It wasn't entirely from fear.

On her knees, she watched as Billy abused himself. How could she look away? Billy's body was quite well formed. A fanatic for any sport, his toned muscles moved in oiled perfection under his flawless skin as he pleasured himself. His arms and legs were lightly tanned, but where the clothing usually covered him, his skin was flawlessly milky white. Any woman would kill to have such a perfect skin.

All the girls in his class must clamor for the attentions of the curly haired handsome redhead. Millie had seen them looking at him with thoughtful speculative looks when she had picked him up after school. It wouldn't be long before some sweet thing tripped him up and got herself shot down. It was just a matter of time before her outgoing likable brother got some girl in trouble!

Yes, you could say that Billy was handsome. It honestly never occurred to Millie that Wally shared a similar slender yet athletic physique. She never gave any thought to Wally's manly blaze of thick curly red hair being the exact same shade as her brother's unruly almost feminine ringlets. Wally's eyes were different though. They were a beautiful emerald. Billy's were just, well, green. Sigmund Freud would have made the connection, but Millie didn't. She was dating a five year older version of her annoying kid brother.

Feeling her face grow warm, Millie refused to succumb. She balled her fists and steeled herself from slipping a hand down the front

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