Janet Konig pressed her face close to the mirror, carefully painting the bluish eyeshadow on her eyelids. She was leaning over the bathroom vanity, her oversized tits hanging into the sink, her ass turned up high behind her, her brother Tim's ever horny cock buried in her ever-hot cunt. Tim's dick flexed.

"Eeeeeek! Damn it, Timothy, I told you to stop humping. Now look what you've made me do." She scowled at the eyeshadow on the bridge of her nose.

"Ah, fuck, Sis, quit being so prissy. I didn't do it on purpose. The old pecker just jumped on me. How could I help it? What do you have to smear all that Goddamn gook around your eyes for anyway? You got more studs licking your ass now than you can handle."

"That's my business, brother."

"That eye-shit makes you look like a cat."

Janet snarled like a cat. "Doesn't it, though. Now take that hard thing out of me until I finish or you can shoot off against the door for all I care."

"Aw fuck!" Tim yanked his dripping cock out of his sister. "You wouldn't talk like that if Brian and Mike hadn't reamed out your pussy this morning before I got up. Shit! When I first shoved my pecker up your twat it was like puncturing a water balloon – jizz came busting out all over my nuts. How many times did those two billy goats cream in you – five times each?"

Janet smiled to herself as she applied shadow to her lower lids. She loved the dirty way Tim talked to her. Of all her brothers, Tim had the most beautifully filthy mouth.

"Just never you mind, brother. You always get your share. You've shot enough cum in me to populate the world a zillion times over."

Tim stood behind her, smirking. He pumped his dick a few times. "Guess I have, Miss Twat."

Tim popped open a can of beer. He'd brought three cans in with him this morning, and he'd already guzzled down two. He took a long chug of cold beer, stroking his cock all the while. Then he lit a cigarette. Squatting, he blew hot smoke between Janet's legs, right up against her hairy twat.