It was a Friday evening. The sun was low on the horizon. Cow and Chicken's parents had left on a miniature honey-moon for the weekend and had left the two kids alone in the house. They believed they could handle taking care of themselves for a few days. Cow in particular seemed like a more self-sufficient and responsible kind of person to them, even though she was the youngest of the two. She was better at doing chores and had some experience with cooking. The fridge was relatively stocked and Dad had decided to let her borrow his key until they returned. Cow and Chicken had the house all to themselves for almost three days.

Cow had recently developed a more libertine streak. She had started smoking, but she only did this where no one could see her. Besides this, she had discovered the joys of masturbation for almost a year now. At first, she was only stimulating her teats until she climaxed. Sometime after that, she had started using the more traditional method of rubbing her pussy lips and clitoris. She then moved on to fingering herself and using make-shift dildos like cucumbers and sausages. But during all of these stages, she always liked to stimulate her udders. Milking herself had always felt good to her, which is why she could not help but start softly mooing everytime she did, but she wasn't sure why and how this made her feel good until fairly recently. She had recently found one of her dad's old porno mags. She found the pictures within very arousing. During class, especially math class, she frequently found herself fantasizing about boys. Flem, Earl, even the Red Guy and Chicken. How would they look like naked? How big were their cocks? What sounds would they make if their penises were sucked on? Or if they inserted them into someone. Perhaps that someone might even be... her.

They were currently sitting on the couch, watching an action movie on TV. Chicken was, at least. Cow wanted to have some special bonding with her brother. She wanted to be tactful and slow and was thinking about how she would begin this process. Suddenly, the power went out and the TV shut off. Chicken was indignant.

"Aaaw maaaaan! No! It was just gettin' good!" he shouted.

He then gave out an upset sigh and crosed his arms. He decided to grab a nearby magazine. The subject matter was boring to him, but it was better than nothing. Cow decided this would be a good time to put her plan in motion. She quickly went up to their room and took out a pack of cigarettes from underneath her matress. The label said "SMOG". When she came back downstairs, she took a small plate that was usually used for eating cake. She would instead use this as a make-shift ash-tray. She set it on the table in front of the couch and sat down. She did not want her brother to see the pack just yet, but there was no need for caution. He kept his eyes on the magazine. After a short while, he set it down on the table, then looked around and started tapping his foot.

"Ummm... Is there a crossword puzzle around here? Or somethin'?" he said.

"Hmmmmm... I got something else we could do, big brudder." she said enthusiasticly.

"Wait. Are those...? Mom's not gonna like that." Chicken said.

"Oh. I know. You've smoked before too. I don't think she'd like that either." Cow said slyly.

"Eh... good point." Chicken responded.

Chicken did smoke before. But he never touched a cigarette since that first time. Cow used a match to light her cigarette and took a puff. She slowly brought the same lit match towards the cigarette in Chicken's mouth and lit it. He sucked the smoke into his mouth and inhaled. He could feel himself getting light-headed. Cow had no such issues. She noticed him leaning back into the couch after exhaling the smoke.

"Take it slow, Chicken. Not a regular smoker, are you?" Cow said.

"Nah. Not since... that last time." Chicken said.

And so they continued smoking. Chicken did it much slower than Cow. After the second toke, she turned her head towards Chicken and blew smoke from her nostrils and onto Chicken's chest. As Chicken watched her, he thought to himself that she has a nice pair of nostrils. After her third toke, Cow spoke to Chicken.

"Hey, Chicken... How are things with you and Winney?" Cow asked.

"Ummmm... It's uh... You know... It's good." he responded in embarassment.

"Mmmmm... You guys haven't been hanging out much, huh?" she said.

"Well... not really." he said.

"You should. She really likes you, you know. A lot. I heard her talk about you. You two should... go out on a date. Anywhere. I don't think it matters where." she said.

Cow was more than half-way done with her cigarette. Chicken had more of his left than her. But the feeling of light-headedness hit him less strongly with each toke. He was starting to feel more at ease with the activity.

"Don't you think she's pretty, Chicken?" Cow asked.

Cow ocasionally found herself thinking innapropriate thoughts about girls, too, sometimes. With Chicken, this was much more frequent. After she asked him about her, he started thinking about her fat and voluptuos body in the somewhat tight clothes she was wearing. Her breasts were fairly large and her shirt revealed a bit of cleavage. His mind went back to the time when he was behind her and saw her walk up the stairs. Her short skirt gave him a view of her big fat ass almost as soon as she started climbing those stairs. He watched mesmerized as her buns jiggled. He wondered then, as he did now, how they would feel in his hand. He had secretly masturbated more then while thinking about that occurence.

Back in the present moment, Chicken stood silent on the couch for several seconds while he daydreamed about Wynnie. He was just starting to feel himself getting an erection when Cow broke the silence.

"Chicken?" she asked.

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah. She looks... nice. She's a real beaut." Chicken said in a hurry.

He quickly crossed his legs and started thinking about math to prevent his penis from rising any further. Cow noticed this behaviour of his and had an idea about what was happening. 

They finished their cigarettes, after which Cow had another idea. She went to the kitchen and brought a bowl. She put it on the table, brought the table much closer to the couch and put her legs on the table and put the bowl in front of her udder.

"Chicken? Wanna... help me milk myself?" she said almost seductively.

"Uuuuuuh... OK? Why not?" Chicken said hesitantly.

She raised her udder and put the bowl underneath it. She then took his hand and slowly put it on her upper left teat. He slowly started squeezing it and milk dripped from it into the bowl.

"Is... Am i... squeezin' too hard?" he asked in a shy manner.

"Oh, no. Not at all, Chicken. You can squeeze harder if you like." Cow said, slightly giddy.

And so harder he squeezed on her teat, which produced a more high-pressure stream of milk. Her teats looked thicker than usual. They felt soft and warm in his hand. He started getting a quick feel for the flesh of the udder itself that was right between the teats. He started squeezing closer to the base of that same teat. Her mammary milk-container felt very nice. Cow sighed in relief. Her large nostrils twitched slightly as air was released from them.

"I have to do this every day. My udder and teats get big and filled with milk. It makes me feel a... pressure. And i just feel like i need to... empty them a little.

Chicken's cock was stirring again. But this time, he was too preocupied with Cow's udder to actually notice it and hide it.

"Oooh, i needed that. It feels... nice... when i milk them. Uh-Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! I never had anybody else do it for me... Oh!" she said.

She noticed his erect penis. It was all pink, with very little foreskin. The glans was a redder shade of pink than the rest. His penis was usually tucked into the sheath between his legs whenever it wasn't needed. Chicken snapped out of it and looked at himself. He noticed his raging hard-on, after which he immediately brought his legs together and crossed his hands over his lap. His face became slightly red from the embarassment he felt in that moment.

"Oh. Hee-hee-hee-hee! It's okay, Chicken! Nothing to be ashamed of. You got... excited. Do you... play with yourself sometimes? I do sometimes. You can... milk yourself right here if you want to." Cow said with a mixture of arousal and amusement.

Chicken said nothing, but his legs slowly became less tense and he slowly started removing his hands from his crotch. Cow then slowly kneeled in front of him and gently spread his legs open.

"Boys need milking too sometimes. Can i help?" she said seductively.

Her mouth opened and her long tongue slowly slid out. But Chicken had different ideas. He was aroused and at ease enough to share them with her. He gently touched her left nostril with his thumb and rubbed it once in a semi-circle formation.

"Your... n-nose... Please?" Chicken said hesitantly.

"My... my nostrils? Ooh! Kinky! Hmmmmmmm... Okay!" she said.

This would be one of many lustful things she would perform with her brother on that week-end.