With frosted cupcakes

Two hours later, William was kissing Morgan in the kitchen. She was wearing high heels and an apron and nothing else. Six dozen miniature cupcakes sat cooling on a rack on the counter.

Morgan's phone dinged. The siblings broke off their kiss and she checked her texts.

"Yes! Hazel's coming! That's four!" Morgan exclaimed, showing her phone to her adored little brother.

"Nice!" he exclaimed. "Is she the Asian one with the bob?"

"Yes, that's her!" Morgan confired, nodding vigorously. "And she has a HUGE Insta following! If you get her, she'll bring a bunch more!"

"Well, we better make the frosting then!" William said.

Morgan squealed and clapped. William took the bowl of the mixer and added cream cheese, butter, powdered sugar, vanilla and almond extract. He mixed them all together to make a creamy frosting.

"And now for the secret ingredient," he said, removing the bowl from the mixer and setting it on a chair. "If you'd be so kind to assist, my dear sister."

"Yes, Chef!" Morgan exclaimed, then pulled down his pants.

She poured a bit of vegetable oil in her palm and proceeded to oil up his dick, cooing soft words of encouragement as he grew in her hands.

"Oh such a BIG little brother!" she exclaimed.

"Tell me you're a nasty brother-fucker, Morgan," he instructed.

"I'm a nasty brother-fucker!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'm in love with my brother's cock!"

"And why are you jerking me off right now?" he asked.

"Because I want all my slutty friends to be happy spunk-slaves just like me!" she exclaimed. "I want us all to worship your cock and do everything you tell us! The whole idea makes me horny as fuck!"

Hearing her say so drove him over the edge and he shot his wad as his sister milked him into the mixing bowl, squealing in delighted triumph.

"Can I lick the tip?" she begged once he had stopped spurting. "You got LOTS in the bowl already."

"You're spoiled, you little slut," he told her. "But I'll let you because I'm the best brother ever."

She squealed her agreement, knelt down and lapped up what little jism had clung to his glans. The they both checked the bowl for telltale pubes, put the bowl back in the mixer and thoroughly incorporated his potent semen into the creamy frosting.

William took a tiny dab on his finger and presented it to Morgan. She took his finger in her mouth and did her best to imitate how she had sucked his cock before in her bed.

"Does it taste alright?" he asked.

"It's perfect!" she proclaimed. "I could eat the whole bowl with a spoon!"

She reached out for another taste and William gently swatted her hand away.

"As much as you like eating my cum, you want your friends to eat it even more," he informed her. "And you like sucking it straight out of my cock so much more that eating it mixed with food and drink. The frosting is for your friends. And probably mom, too."

Morgan nodded her compliance. William slapped her naked ass and set her to frosting the cupcakes. Morgan had been obsessed with tiny cupcakes back when she was in highschool and since their mom still thought of herself as rich back then, she'd indulged her in a ton of high-end baking equipment that had ended up in the back of a closet three months later, once Morgan decided baking was hard.

But with her brother's cum motivating her, she was determined to make six dozen perfect delivery systems to get that cum into her friends. As she frosted with obsessive concentration, William scrolled through her social media and researched the guests she had successfully lured into her brother's sticky trap.

There was the aforementioned Hazel, much more successful at her modeling career than Morgan had been, though she appeared to have peaked with a Target circular two years ago.

Then there was Cassidy, the redhead with the tremendous rack that always seemed to dress to hide the fact and bemoaned that she felt fat.

Finally, there were the twins, Autumn and Apple, with their identical long brown hair and lucious long legs. He couldn't tell which was which with their clothing on, but maybe he'd find some distinguishing birthmarks soon.

He scrolled through Morgan's other friends, the ones who hadn't agreed to an impromptu lunch at her house. So much potential! But the four were a good start. Others would follow.

His grandfather woukd have, no doubt, had all four of them on the street whoring by that evening. Morgan too. But William liked to think he was smarter than his ancestor and more patient. His semen didn't make him omnipotent. He wasn't likely to convince cops or a judge to eat his spooge and let him go. He needed a legitimate business.

But plenty of legitimate businesses could benefit from him having a bunch of nubile young women anxious to do whatever he told them to do!

First things first, though. He needed to get his goo in the girls. And dear, devoted Morgan had now finished 72 perfect presentations for his pudding.

The siblings arranged the finished tiny treats on sterling silver trays. Then William took one last appreciative swipe at Morgan's ass before sending her off to dress in a way that wouldn't alarm their guests.

The food he ordered online for his sister's friends arrived and he laid it out on the dining room table and made a pitcher of hurricanes. the promise of **** being the main incentive that had gotten them to accept the invitation.

Morgan returned, dressed as she normally did, two undone blouse buttons the only nod to her more slutty self. Well, that and the way she scampered up to her little brother and put her tongue in his mouth to show she had missed him. William enjoyed the tongue and fondled her ass through her jeans, then broke it off.

"OK, you're going to treat me like you used to until all our guests have eaten at least one cupcake," he told her. "Well, you don't have to be a total bitch to me. Just don't give any hints that you're a cock-crazed brother-fucker. Just act like you're getting along with me because you're excited I'm helping you start your new business."

"Right!" Morgan agreed. "I'm the face of Morgan's Minis!"

And right on time, the doorbell rang. Their first target had arrived.