Meanwhile, downstairs...

"Fuck! Yes! I knew! These titties! Would be! Incredible!" Cassidy exclaims, squeezing aunt Rachel's big tits together around his cock as he violently humps her chest on the kitchen floor. He managed to get her tight top up high enough to expose her pendulous breasts during their brief scuffle, but he couldn't manage to get it all the way off, which was just as well for him, since he somehow managed to twist it over her head so the shirt restrains both her arms above her, with just her mouth popping out from underneath the collar. Cassidy thought this would be perfect, since it kept her from flailing and he was planning on using her mouth later anyway, but the bitch just won't shut up.

"Oi guvna, I'm so'ry I tried ta shank ya... I on' do it again, I swear on me mum... mmMMMmnnnn" Rachel tries pleading with her drunken nephew, but he begins shoving another cookie into her mouth to shut her up. Cassidy frowns down at his penis, now only half-covered by a single magnificent mammary, since he had to let go of the other one to feed her. He quickly stuffs the rest of the treat into her face, so he can go back to tit fucking her, but the remaining breast falls away as his other hand subconsciously reaches over and grabs his beer. He groans in frustration at his cold penis laying loosely on his aunt's chest, so close yet so far from the warm embrace of her beautiful teats, but he's too drunk to figure out how to solve this problem. Mom always just holds them for him.

He reaches back and tugs at her tangled yoga pants again, wanting to just fuck the cunt already, but the remains of her torn pants are binding her legs together in a way his clouded mind can't figure out how to remove. He should have just pulled them down, rather than trying to tear them off, but now her holes remain off limits because of his own stupidity, and aunt Rachel is thankful for it. Why does **** have to be so difficult? At least the tying up part was pretty easy.

Cassidy decides to go back to just holding her breasts together, using the side of his frosty beer can to hold one of them up, but every time he tries to fuck them properly cold liquid spills onto his crotch, which is a real buzzkill. Rachel squeals about the freezing can on her tit, then squeals louder as her chest is splashed repeatedly with cold ****. She quickly tries to finish the giant cookie so she can attempt to reason with him again while he begins to stare, hypnotized by her giant dripping tits, which look incredible as they sparkle and jiggle along with her struggling.

"Oi... guvna... I... NNNnnnNNglllllgg!" Rachel attempts to beg to just suck his cock already, to make him stop doing whatever the hell this is, but he immediately begins pouring booze into her mouth; the bitter beer clashing with the remainder of the sweet cookie as she is **** fed both for a reason she can't seem to discern. Americans are just insane.

The drunk idiot spends a minute trying to hold her glistening boobs up with his legs, but he can't get the thrusting power and can't seem to hold his balance. He attempts one leg holding one breast and a hand on the other, so he can drink his beer at least, but can't get a good rhythm going. Rachel chokes as she tries to swallow the slop in her mouth.

This time, when Cassidy goes back to holding her breast up with his drink, the can crushes slightly, sending a sharp edge of the aluminum (or as she would call it 'aluMEANium') into her tender skin and she shrieks out in pain, finally snapping. "Please let me suck ya weenie! I'll even hold me jubblies for ya! I'll be good, I swear it! Please! Just stop doin' this!"

Cassidy's drunk brain processes her words this time, rather than just stuffing something in her mouth. He is getting pretty tired of this failing **** attempt. It's just been so long since a woman told him 'no' that he got overly excited about it. Now that she's okay with it...?

Your brother sighs.