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Brian twitched, as the rough lace of the suspender belt grazed his sensitive organ. Bending he pulled the thong snugly up against his crotch. He felt alive, as a woman he felt sensual. No more was he foolish and embarrassed, and just thirteen years old. He slipped the silk camisole over his head, and smoothed it over his skinny chest; his hands caressed imagined breasts.Brian's fingers found his real nipples, and pinched them tightly - he reveled in their reaction. He pursed his lips and checked out his reflection - Brian froze. His eyes locked on his sister's intense face.As he watched in horror, his sister's reflection walked towards him. Brian swallowed, but his mouth was dry - no spittle came. He was mortified, how, just how was he to live this one down? He felt Katie's body nestle against his back, and then - his heart missed a beat. Katie's hands slid around his young body and plunged under the silk thong.She freed his upright knob, and rubbing her fingers delicately over its. But soon she began to prepare food and I decided to get a condom and started to go out. She asked me why I was going in the rain. I told her – nothing. I’ll come soon. Also then I’ll have a reason to remove my clothes. I got a three-pack coz I knew she’d be one hell of a hot girl tonight!I returned and removed my clothes and remained just in my underwear. She gave me a towel but I preferred to remain wet and just wrapped it around my waist and since it was a bit short for my tall body, she looked at me and giggled. Then she resumed cooking with me fondling her lovely breasts and kissing her from behind. We had our dinner and she then brought the ice cream but I asked her to keep my share back in the freezer coz I wanted to eat it from another place! She smiled at me, I guess she understood my game.. It was then I noticed that her panty was very wet and her nighty was wet too. She really had a flowing pussy-you’ll come to know later. Then we left for the bedroom. She closed the door.
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