Ever think about fucking your little sister?" She giggledBrian gulped as he looked at his hot little sister. He really could use a good fuck but Saman...ha is his sister! He hesitated as he looked at her and remembered how he had sneaked a few peeks at both of his sisters when they had started to mature. He stroked off thinking of them or his hot mom on many a frustrating nights. To fantasize was one thing to actually fuck was going to be a whole different thing.Samantha could see Brian hesitate. "Suzette, you're new here," I said. "You've met some people, but you haven't met many. The ones you've met have told you about me. Your reputation would be in the trash before you even started to school here. The rumors would be everywhere, and I won't even be here to tell people they're not true."I don't know you well, but from what I've seen you're a great girl who doesn't need to start at a new school with an albatross around her neck."Our conversation turned to easier topics for a while. Patience, I remind myself. Good things cum on her who waits… or something like that.His first touch his so tentative that I hardly feel it. There’s a little dab against my shoulder, like a butterfly kiss from cool lips. Still, I sigh appreciatively to encourage him. Soon, I feel his fingertips and roughened palms against the center of my back. His skin is heavily calloused but feels nice because it’s all slick with lotion. I moan just a little louder than necessary, putting it on thick.“You are. I sighed and pouted. “I guess you should keep cooking...”“Right away, Princess.” I stood back and let him finish preparing the parsley. As he began measuring out spices and cream, I rested my hand on his bicep. It didn’t affect his poise or motions in the slightest. He could have lifted me on his arm had I told him to and still measured out the nutmeg with perfect precision.“I need to use the frying pan, Princess. It won’t be safe for you to stay where you are.”“Oh, of course. I’ll just sit.