Chapter 9 Floppy Jugs

The ride wasn't some time before they returned home, they climbed the yard steps together. They both froze when he opened the back door.

"Mom," Carmen said as she went inside. "You look, um, like the ear's of a bug!"

With his mouth open, Robert made his way up to Orva who was with the hourglass shape. He tried to think of words, but none came to him. Even though Orva was barely taller than five feet, her legs looked amazing long, short skirt and three-inch heels. He was glad that none of his friends, Derek especially, were present. Being the youngest and most beautiful mother before puberty was something to be proud of. His thoughts made it now embarrassing and unsettling.

Orva kissed Carmen after placing her hands on her shoulders. She replied, "Thank you. I believe?"

He assured her, "Don't worry, Mom, it was a compliment." He noticed how her breasts strained the buttons on her blouse as he gave her a cheeky kiss. "You look em"

"Simply say it," Carmen urged him "she's hot isn't it."

"Yeah. I'll back though". He said as he left.

Robert overlooked Katie calling out to him as he passed her room and began unfastening before he arrived at the restroom. His mother's body and bloated nipples had set off the fire when he saw Erica's crotch. There was a breaking point to the amount he could take in before he smothered.

He exclaimed, "Oooh," and shut his eyes. His hard flesh was cut by his lubricated fist. The video screen in his head was filled with Erica's crushed pussy hidden beneath her tight pants. She wanted him to appear to Mrs. Han that she was aware of what she was doing to him. She wouldn't have stayed there if her camel toe wasn't so obvious. Yet, what might be said about Orva? When was the most recent time he saw his mother dressed in that manner?

In the mirror, he observed. As it vanished and reappeared from his fist, his bulbous cock-head was a blur. Although his balls delightedly rolled and danced in his sack, something was missing. "Dammit," he yelled, peering into the hamper through his lotion-slicked cock. He was mocked by baby blue panties who were staring back at him. He was aware that it was wrong, but he still picked them up. His mother probably wouldn't look at his underwear before washing them. Who would act like that?

The crotch patch on Katie was warm and moist, as if she had just removed them. It doesn't matter who wears them because it's just underwear. He shook as he inhaled through his nose. The pussy scent made him dizzy and covered his face like a chloroform mask, and lust clouded his thoughts. He thought Pussy smelt so good. Did that imply that there was a problem with him?

The initial burst of his orgasm caught him off guard as the switch flipped so quickly. All the way to the magazine rack, Cum flew. He abruptly turned and fired twice, once at the mirror with a splatter. He finally got the underwear in front of his dick head and pumped, milking it until it reached her cunt. Isn't that the end of it? He was fucking his sister. He repeated to himself, "No, it's just underwear."

When Robert left the bathroom and made his way to Katie's door, he was still shaky. She was listening to her MP3 player and playing a hand-held video game on the end of her bed. He said hello and took her softball bat.

" What's wrong?" He sat next to her and dropped the hat.

" What do you have playing?" He took out one of her earbuds.

She finally said, "Hi," and she didn't look away from the screen.

He positioned the earbud close to his ear. "Are you aware of the meaning of this song, Katie? It was by Swift".

"Em...ouch," She turned off the game. "Why the artiste now?"

"Hmm, nothing really".

"hehe...I know what's really going on". She said.

"Oh, seriously." He told himself that she was no longer his baby girl.

"It actually had to do with math"

"You need a hand?"

"Not really... I got an A on my math test today." Katie said.

"Wow, remarkable,It beneficial thing I assisted you with your schoolwork." He tangled her hair.

"So, what were you after?" She asked but he quickly changed the topic

"We're supposed to play ball practice today isn't it."

"Dad said I'm afraid of the ball". She replied.

"I'd be apprehensive as well on the off chance that I let a ball hit me in the temple." He cracked a joke.

" For a week, you couldn't see straight".

She slapped his thigh and said, "Stop it... I wasn't to blame". She raised her head and said, "I despise softball."

"Really, why?"

"I'm too little. The other girls are all much taller. She put her arms across her chest. Why does dad insist that I play?"

"The same reason he made Carmen and I perform. It helps you stay out of trouble and builds your character". He shook her head.

"You're really great looking young girl on the field. You will one day be short and beautiful, like your mother, and they will all be tall and ugly". He tried encouraging her.

"The day will probably never come," she said.

"All I have right now is too much for my age". She made her way in front of him.

"I will have floppy jugs before I'm twenty, my friends said. Do you believe they are too large?". She combined them by pushing.

He regretted cumming in her underwear. Through the shirt, her nipples were clearly visible.

"You should not inquire of your brother in that manner".

"Who better to ask," she said.

"Since I was born, you've seen me every day and probably watched mom change my diaper. Wow, that's odd; you've seen everything about me".

"It sure is odd that we are discussing this". He said wondering if his face was as red as it felt because he was too young to understand what he was seeing. You were a baby. His father was correct; she was too old for them to behave as they had in the past.

"You see me in towels and a bathing suit. Will I have floppy boobs by the time I'm twenty?". She pressed on.

"Considering your mother's body, it wasn't surprising that his younger sister was more developed than Carmen and her friends. They are simply envious," he stated.

"They'd give anything to have your body, but they know they'll never have one like yours. Just look at your mother and imagine that you will one day be like her. You are fortunate".

"Obviously, you'd say that because you're a boy. The girls discuss me".

"I'm a women cognoscente, and I say you've got it going on,"

"What is cogn...?"

He explained, "It means I look at a lot of women, and I know what looks good, and you look good."

Her cheeks became redder. "Much obliged to you."

'I wish she had known I was doing commando drills under her shorts'. He said to himself

"Let's go practice." Robert aired out.