She rubbed her eyes feeling like she needed some serious sleep. Sheclicked for one more paper and read it. That's when she came across onemore article...that about knocked her from her seat. "Boy 12 Thomas killedin Fire. Their home burnt down."She read though the article. Apparently her family home burnt down in afire and the boy died during it. Then her mother moved. She shut hereyes as more new memories flooded her mind. She remember that the boydid not die in a fire. He died, she was sure of. “Sure thing, Jugs!” I answered causing her to blush.“Did I tell that story yesterday?” she asked, touching the side of her head.“Oh, there’s a story behind that particular nickname, Mom?” I asked.“Yes, eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold!”I dug into it all as did my little sister – Mom always could cook anything she tried, and breakfast was her specialty.“Mom, I promise to cook and clean as needed around the house, OK?” I said.“Sure thing, ‘Biscuit!” she responded, “I need to fill you with. I wanted to cry as he turned back around and took the time to close the door. Realigning his path to the toilet was when the tiniest of spurts finally gave way the damn.With my bottom dangling down between his arms, the warmest, wettest, most relieving feeling poured out of my vagina and into my pants. I could hear the liquid dripping from my butt onto the tile floor. Looking down, I saw that entire area of my clothing darkened in my own urine. And I just kept going and going and going. Feeling. Although a bit surprised I could not deny it was tasting excellent. And I closed my mouth and moved my tong around here finger so I could remove all off it. Then she pulled it out. So the vacuum created in my mouth from my sucking made a strange kissing like sound in the room. She then gave me the remote and sad: “Who is in control now”. I pushed the on button directly made her shake from pleasure. Surprised and maybe shocked by this reaction I turned it off. She laughed don’t be afraid. Now.