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It's hard to explain, but not seeing my little sister Emmy has made me really sad.

I've missed her so much since we've both moved out of the house. My role as big brother was really important, maybe because I know how much Emmy appreciated my help with everything.

My sister Emmy - well - her name is Emily really, but I've always called her Emmy. It's my little pet name for her, and I'm the only one that calls her that. Anyway, she was excited on the phone when I told her we should meet at the old family cabin over the winter break from college. It was an easy drive for both of us, and we always talked about how much fun we used to have there as little k**s.

Since Dad's death a few years back, nobody had been to the cabin. Sometimes we would rent it out for part of the summer, but nobody from the family had been there in years. It was a long drive from our home, and the memories were just too much for Emmy and me. But now it was winter again, and it seemed enough time had passed that a weekend in the woods would be wonderful.

It was small, secluded and simple. Just what I felt I needed after all the confusing times away at college for my senior year.

Emmy was two years younger, and she was at a different college, and we tried to stay in touch by phone, but it just wasn't the same. I found that I was lonely without her. I really missed her, and I know she was feeling the same thing too.

But I worry about Emmy.

She has this really vulnerable way about her. She can be so emotional - and she can let herself get so worried about things. Even little things can really upset her. In a way, it can be sort of sweet, but at the same time, she can be so fragile too.

I feel like I should look out for her, to try my best to help her, and I guess I've always felt that way.

And - She has been upset lately, and I'm not sure why. Something happened at school and I don't know what it is, but she's been all insecure and sad during some of our phone calls. I really want to help. She's so sweet, and I really want is to see her happy.

There has always been a really powerful connection between us, a closeness that just feels wonderful. It's really important to me to be with Emmy, I mean - we have a marvelous attachment to each other that's hard to describe.

It was a long drive on Friday night after my last class of the week. I got to the cabin first, and it was eerie to drive through the snow down that dark, narrow road in the forest. But as soon as I stepped inside again, the smell and the quiet brought back so many wonderful memories.

I was surprised how little had changed.

I tidied up a little, and lit a small fire in the wood-burning stove.

Before too long I heard the door open, and there was my beautiful little sister Emmy, all bundled up with rosy red cheeks from the cold.

We hugged and tried to make small talk, but right away, it got all serious.

Talking about our family, and how much things have changed since we were little k**s was hard for both of us. With Dad gone, it was just Mom now. And we both love her, but she is so strict, and so tense, and it's created so much stress in everyone. It's been sort of crazy lately.

I could tell my sister was getting emotional, trying to make sense of all the issues surrounding our family. I wanted to be helpful, but I worried that I just seemed to make things worse.

Finally I said, "Oh God, sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed - and it can be so sad."

Emmy replied "I know. I'm not used to being so confused, like I've been lately, and like I am right now,"

"It's okay, I understand, it's been hard for both of us."

"Maybe we should do something other than dwell on it. It's making both of us such downers."

"What can we do?"

We both sat quietly for a little bit, struggling with the intense emotions.

I eventually broke the silence with, "It's just to hard to deal with when all I want is to feel at peace. I'm not sure what to do? Are there any movies around the house?"

Emmy said, "Maybe, lemme look."

And then she went over to the couch and sat in front of the TV, and slid open a drawer under the set, and there were a hand full of DVD's inside.

She said, "Drat, a lot of these are k**s movies,"

"They must be movies that got left here from the renters during ski season."

"What's this one?"

And then Emmy held up a disc in a blank CD case. No writing or label.

She said, "I don't know. It must be some movie that somebody burned."

"Let's see what it is."

And we put it in the DVD player and took the remote and tried to get it started. Something might have been wrong with the disc, or maybe the clicker, because it took a few tries to get it to start playing.

It seemed to start in the middle, and we watched a pretty lady with dark eyes alone in a room.

Emmy said, "This isn't the beginning, is it?"

"I don't think so..."

And then I hit the pause button, and instead of stopping, it jumped ahead to a new scene - you know, the way DVDs give you a choice on the scenes.

The image was of the same pretty woman and a man on a couch, it had a digital number 18 in the corner that was there for just a second, then it faded off. There was no dialog, they were sitting there quiet and calm.

Emmy said, "Hey look, that's how we used to sit on the couch when we watched TV as k**s."

And she was right. The man was sitting upright on the couch, and the pretty woman was lying on her side, with her head on a pillow, and the pillow was in the man's lap. There was a fireplace in the background of the frame, and the man was gently caressing the woman as she lay across the couch.

I said, "That was always super cozy, watching TV like that."

"I remember I loved it, it was comfy on a cold night."

And the actor leaned in and tenderly kissed the woman on the ear and cheek.

"Turn it off for a little bit, okay - I don't wanna start it quite yet."

I tried stopping it, but the clicker seemed to barely work, I hit pause, but nothing happened.

I said, "Something's wrong with something here."

Suddenly, the image on the TV jumped ahead to what must have been the next scene, and it surprised both of us. It was sort of a close up, and it was of the same two folks, and they were obviously naked, and she was gasping. It was obviously a sex scene, and from what we both saw, it looked pretty graphic.

Right then, at that point I managed to pause it.

The image on the TV was a frozen scene of the woman, naked, on her knees, you could see her bare chest and obviously the man was - well - having sex with her, from behind. The actress was glossy with sweat, and that somehow added to the sexuality.

I said, "Oh my, I guess I was right, it IS a sexy movie."

Emmy didn't say anything, she just stared at the TV screen. The frozen image was lit with a dramatic moody glow, so it was a little bit obscure and hard to tell exactly what was happening.

Right then, I pushed the OFF button on the DVD player and the screen went blank.

I said, "Wow, that was pretty intense. Maybe we shouldn't watch this?"

And Emmy meekly answered, "I don't know, maybe not."

Then, as if we read each other's minds, we both got up off the couch, walked away from the TV and went into the kitchen.

Emmy said, "Listen, I am going to have a glass of wine. Please don't lecture me."

"Don't worry, you are 18 now, and it seems perfectly fine."

"I just hate the way Mom make's a big deal out of it."

"Mom makes a big deal about EVERYTHING."

Emmy added, "A little wine will help me relax."

"It's okay, maybe I'll have a little bit too."

Mom and Dad were always so strict about EVERYTHING. Having a glass of wine in the evening may seem normal to most folks, but it's something really scandalous in our family.

Emmy poured two glasses and then handed one to me.

"Here's to braking some rules."

"I'll drink to that."

And we touched our glasses and took sips.

I said, "It's funny how this seems like such a big deal, I mean having a little drink like this."

"Yeah - but it feels good doesn't it."

I laughed, "It sure does."

"And if Mom knew we had a movie of people fucking, she'd totally freak out!"

"Woah, and just think what would happen if Mom heard you say the F-word!"

And we both laughed.

Emmy looked at the wine in her glass, "Oh God -I need this to help me relax."

"I can tell something is wrong, and I don't want to pry."

"Yeah, that's part of the reason I wanted to see you, because I've been so upset."

"C'mon s*s, can you tell me what's been bothering you?

"I will - I want to - just give me a minute..."

"Of course, I want to help."

And we both sat down at the kitchen table and she took a big gulp of the wine.

She said, "Maybe you should pour me a little more."

And I did, and she took another sip.

I didn't want to put any pressure on her, but I could tell something was really bothering her, and I didn't want to make anything feel awkward.

Finally she said, "I saw a doctor, and she did some tests, and I'll never be able to have k**s."

I was shocked, I said, "Emmy?"

She went on to tell me everything - about how she saw her gynecologist just last week, and she explained how her period was erratic. She did some tests and she said she was worried about something, and she did more tests. Eventually - it all pointed to one thing, that my beautiful sister was sterile. And she has always loved k**s so much, and she would be such a wonderful mother.

I said, "Oh no, that's so sad.

"It is, but it feels so - I don't know, so hard to comprehend."

I asked, "How are you, I mean right now, is there anything that hurts, or do you feel unhealthy?"

"Oh, I guess my only pain is emotional."

"So it's not like you feel bad in anyway."

"No, I feel totally fine. Nothing is wrong at all in the way I feel. Actually, I feel really good."

"Emmy, I'm so sorry. Really, I am."

"It's sad, I know - but it's not going to effect me in any way, so there's nothing wrong, except I'll never be able to have a baby."

"I wish I could say something, to help."

And then, without realizing what was happening, I was crying. Not hard or anything, but tears were rolling down both cheeks.

Emmy got up from her side of the kitchen table, and she came around and hugged me.

I was still sitting, and she was standing, so I pressed my face into her chest, right below her neck, and she let me cry a little. We didn't say a word for a long time.

Even though Emmy is 18 years old, she's still really tiny, like the little girl I remember. And holding her like I was, she just felt so delicate and small in my arms.

I didn't really cry hard, but it felt good to know my sister cared and didn't judge me for being emotional.

Then, after I got it all out, I stood up. I am a lot taller than Emmy, and I gave her a tight strong hug, I squeezed nice and tight.

"Emmy, thank you, really."

She said, "I should thank YOU for being such a good bother."

"I wish I could help somehow, to make you feel better."

"You already have."

And then she gave me a quick little kiss on my wet cheek, and she stepped out of the kitchen.

She said, "I think I still have a pair of my old pajamas here in the cabin, I'm going to see it they are still upstairs."

And then she was gone.

I sat there at the kitchen table, all lost in my emotions. And then I heard the shower starting upstairs. I smiled when I heard the water running. The hot water heater is so small here at the cabin that it feels like you have to race to get in and out. I knew Emmy wouldn't last long because it just gets so cold so quick.

We used to make jokes that we had to wash our privates first, because that might be all the time we had before the water gets all freezing.

And then, just I as suspected, the water was off. Emmy got just a few minutes, and that's all.

I went into the main room, where the couch and the TV along side the big wood burning stove. The room was getting cold as it got later. I carefully built a fire, and put in a few big logs, and then I closed up the big iron door. It would eventually warm the room up, but for now it was still cold.

I went to the kitchen, and brought the wine and two glasses in and set it on the little table in front of the couch.

I stood there in the room, feeling emotional about my sister and everything she's been through. It was hard for me, I feel so protective and worried sometimes.

Then, Emmy came down the stares, and she didn't seem sad at all. She was smiling! It was the first time I had seen her look happy in a long time.

She announced, "Look! I'm wearing my old pajamas!"

And - I was shocked - she looked SO cute. She had on the same baggy pajamas she always wore as a little girl, She isn't really any taller than she was when she used to wear them, so they still fit almost perfectly.

I said, "Oh my God Emmy, you look exactly the same. Let me see you."

She stood there for me to look at her.

She was wearing a normal pair of pajamas, they were powder pink with little cats on them. Except now she was just tall enough that I could see her belly button because the top fit just a little shorter than it used to just a few years ago.

She had been so skinny as a girl, a little gangly tomboy, but now she has curvy hips, a cute tummy, and small round breasts. She looked all grown up and womanly.

I said, "Wow, you look great."

She said, "I found my old pillow, and my old blanket too!"

With that, she tossed both of them on the couch and climbed on and wrapped herself in the blanket.

She said, "It's cold."

"I fired up the wood stove."

"Was there enough wood?"

"Oh yeah, I packed it full, so don't worry about being cold."

"Oh GOOD, I always used to just LOVE the way this room would get all nice and warm"

"There's a lot of wood in there, it may end up getting too warm."

And then she looked at the table in front of the couch. She quickly sat up and reached out for the wine glass. She took another big gulp.

Then she said, "This may sound funny, but this helps. I really feel less stressed out after just this glass of wine."

I sat down next to her on the couch.

Then she asked, "This movie has that sex scene in it, right."

"I have no idea what it is. If you want - We can watch something else."

She giggled, "Oh please, I'm not 12 years old."

"But with those pajamas, you sure look like you're 12 years old."

"Hey, I thought we were breaking the rules."

I reached for my glass of wine and said, "I'll drink to that!"

"Wine for grown ups, and a movie for grown ups."

We touched our glasses and both drank. The wine flooded me with a comforting warm sensation.

Then Emmy said, "Besides, the only other movie in that box was The Little Mermaid."

I moved toward Emmy on the couch in the spot I always used to sit. And she immediately put the pillow in my lap and she moved in close to me.

She asked, "Is it okay? Can I?"

"Oh God, of course!"

And then she lay her head down on the pillow, just like she used to.

She said, "Mmmmm, this feels so nice."

I suddenly said, "You smell like the apricot soap!"

"I know, it's still up there, I was so happy that it was still here."

There was a big stack of this fruity smelling soap under the sink. And it's lasted years, and for some reason the sweet smell just seemed to bring back a flood of memories.

I said, "I always loved that soap."

"Me too."

"You took a short shower, with that tiny hot water heater..."

"Yeah, I wanted to wash my hair, but I never got that far."

I laughed and said, "We always used to joke, privates first!"

"I did wash my privates first, and that's all I could do! It felt like I barely got the soap on me, and then the water was getting cold."

It was a funny thought, my sister trying to rinse the apricot soap off her cute butt with cold water.

Then my sister settled in and got a little more comfortable.

I sat there for a moment, and Emmy was facing away from me, so I could look at her in her pajamas. It was funny, to look at her body. Her bottom was different from the last time I saw her. As a little girl she was skinny and such a tomboy. But now, her bottom was something totally captivating. It was round and plump and amazingly cute.

I cautiously asked, "Are you sure you want to see this?"

"I think so, I mean - I've never seen a movie like this before..."

I asked again, "Are you sure?"

"I think so, I guess I want to finally see something - well - something Mom would forbid..."

It felt nice to hear her being so defiant.

I said, "Good for you."

So I used the clicker and pressed play. But that same scene came up, it had a digital number 18 in the corner that was there for just a second, then it faded off. It was that same scene showing the man and the woman on the couch, in pretty much the same pose we were in.

Emmy said, "Hey look, it's like a mirror, it's us."

"You're right, it's us - in the same pose."

"Almost. Let me move a little so I'm just like her, and you need to sit up more, to match him."

I moved to match the screen. I added, "How's this?"

"Good, and I'll curl up more, just like her."

And we both adjusted ourselves to EXACTLY match the image on the TV. The man was gently caressing the woman's hair. And I did that to Emmy. I was surprised how nice it felt. My sister didn't seem to mind that I was touching her hair along the edge of her neck, just like on the screen.

She giggled and said, "It's funny, that we are on the couch like this, I mean - just like them."

We watched for a moment more, and I spoke up.

"Emmy, I think this is the beginning of the naughty part of the movie."

"I think so too."

"Maybe we should start it from the beginning. We may not like it, but we can always switch over to The Little Mermaid."

"Okay."

"Let me see if I can figure out how this works."

I took the remote and tried to start the film. It took a while, because it seemed stuck, it just wanted to restart the same scene over and over, number 18, with the man and the woman on the couch.

But after a bunch of tries, I managed to start it at the beginning.

I said, "Finally!"

Emmy said, "It's like the DVD player is haunted."

The movie started off, and it seemed like it was going to be really good. It was beautifully filmed, and the staring woman was really gorgeous.

At one point I said, "This movie might be good."

"Maybe."

And, then there was a scary sequence. The pretty woman was walking home at night along a dark road, and she thought she might be followed by someone.

Emmy squirmed on the couch and said, "Oh no, I get so scared at stuff like this."

"Don't worry, it's just a movie."

"But you know how stuff like this effects me."

"I know - I remember how you acted when you were a little girl."

"I still act that way. I take movies way TOO seriously they can still totally freak me out."

Right then, I gently put both hands on her, on her shoulder under her old blanket - and I put my other hand on her head.

I whispered, "It's okay."

And we watched as the scene played out. The woman made it home fine, but it was obvious that someone had been following her. During this creepy scene, I gently caressed Emmy, trying to make her feel safe. She even gave my hand a little pat and whispered a quiet thank you.

Actually, right then, I found it hard to concentrate on the movie, I was getting all entranced by Emmy and her soft hair and the smooth feeling of her body under the blanket.

Then, after a little while, Emmy asked, "Is it getting hot in here?"
"Yeah, the wood stove is cranking, and the room is finally all nice and warm."

"Oh God, I'm roasting."

And she pushed the blanket off and let it fall to the floor. Now, I had to move my hands so she could get out of the blanket, but I wasn't really sure what I should do. I gently set them back on her, one on her head, and on her shoulder, just like before.

I asked, "Is this okay that I have my hands like this?"

She patted my hand with hers and reassured me, "Sure, this is nice."

I have to say, she looked amazingly cute in her old pajamas. It was really nice to be able to look at her, at her back and her little bottom, without her knowing. And it was nice just to gently caress her. I felt so comfortable and peaceful.

Her old pajamas were smooth, and she felt wonderful.

After a little there was a sequence in the movie done without any dialog. It was the woman alone at, at night, in her little house. She had been looking at photos of her friend, the same one on the couch from scene 18 (which we hadn't come to yet) and it was obvious she was deeply emotional about the photos.

Emmy whispered, "She's in love with him, isn't she."

"It sure seems like it."

Well, any way, the woman in the movie starts to fill the bathtub. And she starts to undress. The film makers made this scene really wanted to feature this actress, and her amazing body. It went on for a while, as she got ready for her bath. Lot's of loving photography as she walks around in just her underwear.

Suddenly, Emmy says, "Please, stop the movie, put it on pause."

I grab the clicker, and stop the film.

The frozen frame on the TV shows the beautiful actress standing next to the steaming tub wearing only a bra and panties.

I ask, "What is it?"

Emmy says, "She's beautiful, don't you think so?"

I was surprised by the question, but it was true, the actress was extremely beautiful.

I said, "Well, sure - she's very pretty."

Emmy sounded sad when she said, "She looks so tall and - and exotic."

"What do you mean by exotic?"

"Well, she has such dark eyes, and long dark hair and dark eyebrows and..."

And she stopped mid sentence. It was true, the woman was very haunting in her beauty. And she was exactly the opposite of my sister, who was petite and with short red hair.

"Emmy, are you comparing yourself to the actress in the movie?"

"NO - Well, maybe - I just worry about how I look sometimes."

"Oh my God - Please - Emmy, you are totally beautiful."

"But not like her."

"Maybe not like HER, but you have amazing blue eyes. You short haircut is super pretty, and EVERYBODY is envious of your amazing red hair. Don't worry about anything, you are totally beautiful."

"She looks tall."

"Don't worry about that. You are obviously not tall like her, but you are just the perfect height. Really."

"But look at her, she has - well - she has big boobs and a curvy body."

"Oh Please!"

"But I'm serious - look at her!"

"Yes, she's very pretty. But you look absolutely beautiful."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, and just so you know, I don't really like big breasts."

"What?

"It's true."

"Michael - Really?"

"I think small breasts are a lot prettier."

"Wow, really? But I thought all boys liked big boobs."

"No, especially not me."

There was a long pause, where neither of us spoke, and she just lay there with her head on the pillow in my lap, as I gently caressed her hair and her shoulder.

I started the movie again. It only played for a moment, and the actress was moving toward the bathtub in her underwear. She pulled off her bra and her panties and put one foot in the tub, for a short moment, the camera was focused on her butt.

Emmy said, "Stop! Press the pause button."

I was a bit taken aback by the intensity of her voice. I hit pause, and the screen was filled with the frozen image of the butt cheeks of the beautiful actress. It was a weird and awkward thing, and I wasn't sure why Emmy made me pause it.

Then she said, "What about my - my butt?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at her, she has such a strong firm bottom, it looks small - and I worry mine is just so - well, so big."

"Emmy? Are you serious?"

"Yes, I've gained a lot of weight lately, and I worry that my bottom is getting too..."

I interrupted, "Please Baby, don't worry about that because it's NOT true."

"But look at her."

"Emmy, I'm looking at YOU."

"You are?"

"Yes, I'm looking right at your beautiful bottom, right now."

My sister lifted her head off the pillow on my lap, and looked up at me, and she saw that I was indeed looking at her bottom.

"Michael?"

"Please - you look absolutely lovely. Don't worry about your cute bottom. You can still fit in your old pajamas from when you were 12. You look beautiful ."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my God yes, your bottom is perfect!"

And I gave her bottom a friendly little pat.

"Thanks, that helps."

"Just so you know, I think your bottom is a lot prettier than hers."

And I gently touched her bottom again, and left my hand there. It felt warm and smooth against her pink pajamas. She didn't make any effort to stop me.

She whispered, "Thank you for being so nice to me."

I sat there in silence for a moment, one hand on Emmy's delicate bottom, and the other on the clicker. The TV image was of the lovely ass of the actress.

I hit play, to start the movie again. But instead, it jumped to scene 18 again.

Emmy giggled, "There we are again!"

And it was sort of true. The image was of the man and woman on the couch, in almost EXACTLY the same pose we were in. He was sitting, and she had her head on his lap on a pillow. I set the clicker down, and gently stroked her hair, just like the man on the TV screen.

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

Emmy said, "I don't understand either, the DVD player is all messed up. We missed some of the movie."

I asked, "Do you want me to try and find where we were?"

But she didn't answer, she seemed mesmerized by the image on the screen.

As we watched, I continued to stroke Emmy's short hair, and I had my other hand resting gently on her pajamas, right on her bottom.

The scene continued with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He was enormously loving and gentle.

I thought about how nice it would be to kiss Emmy, just like in the movie.

We watched in silence as the love scene continued. It was getting really romantic, and at the same time it was tender and lovely.

I said, "If this it too much, we can always just forward it..."

But Emmy didn't respond.

The scene in the movie kept building in its intensity, extremely slowly.

There was suddenly this amazingly sensual image on the TV screen, it was of the actress - a close-up of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actors hand slipping gently under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

I was shocked at its intensity.

I cautiously waited for Emmy to tell me to turn it off - but she never did.

Little by little, the beautiful actress had let the man pull her panties down her legs, and then off her altogether. She let him take all her clothes off, she was now on the couch, totally naked.

I was surprised when there was a moment that showed the man and he was totally naked too - and you could totally see his erection.

But Emmy gasped, "Oh God, it's HUGE!"

I laughed when Emmy said that.

Emmy said, "Don't laugh, I've never seen anything like this."

"I'm sorry..."

Actually - My first reaction was to think to myself, 'His penis is so small.' That's why I laughed, because Emmy thought it was huge.

I thought to myself how big my penis was compared to the guy in the movie. I'm kind of skinny, so maybe it just seems big. But when it's hard, it's really thick and I guess it's long. I don't know what to compare it to - but it's a whole lot bigger than the guy in the movie.

It seemed obvious that Emmy had never seen a boy naked, and the image in the movie must have been really shocking for her.

I said, "Emmy, I didn't mean to laugh, should I turn this off?"

"Uhhm, do you think we should?"

"I'm worried it's too - well, just too sexy."

Right then she reached for the clicker and hit pause. The frozen TV image was of the man and woman embracing.

We sat for a moment in silence.

Emmy nervously asked, "Is this, I mean, is this porn?"

I was surprised by her question, but she seemed so serious I felt I should be as thoughtful as I could.

I said, "Well, no, I don't think it is. It's part of a really warmhearted story, a serious drama, and it's showing two people who are very much in love."

"What would you call this?"

"I guess it would be called erotic, or maybe just sensual."

Emmy asked, "Should I stop watching?"

"I don't know, do you WANT to stop watching?"

She paused, and then quietly answered, "I think - maybe - I wanna see this."

And then she hit play on the clicker. And once again it started from the beginning of scene 18.

Emmy giggled, "There we are - AGAIN!"

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

And I gently continued to stroke Emmy's short red hair.

It was so strange to watch this same scene again, partially because it was so amazingly sexual. Plus, it was elegantly photographed, and the actress was remarkably beautiful. But there was something so engrossing about it, and I could tell that Emmy was absolutely entranced by it too.

The scene started with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He was enormously loving and gentle.

Without really realizing what I was doing, I bent over and kissed Emmy on her ear, just like the movie. I was shocked at my boldness and sort of scared that my sister would protest.

But Emmy giggled and said, "It's like we're in the movie."

I was so contented, one hand on her bottom, the other stroking her soft hair, and I had just kissed her. It was so strange to feel so peaceful at the same time we were both watching a really sexy scene in a movie. But, mostly, I was delighted just watching Emmy, she looked so adorable in her old pajamas as she lay across the couch with her head in my lap.

I started to gently caress my little sister's bottom, in the same way I was stroking her hair. I couldn't help it, she was just too cute.

I was worried she would protest, but instead she whispered, "I don't know why, but I really think I like this movie."

I replied, "It's nice to see - well - something so sensual, done so nicely, it's really beautiful."

"I think so too."

And then I kissed her again, softly on her ear, exactly matching the sequence on the TV.

She kept on watching the movie as I looked down at her. And my hand was on her bottom, and I began to rub it a little more firmly.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the clicker and paused the move. At first it scared me, I thought she was angry because I was touching her butt.

We sat quietly for a little while, and all the while I was cautiously caressing her bottom.

She broke the silence and said something that totally surprised me, "These old pajamas are silk, and I just read the label for the first time tonight."

I replied, "Really? You've had them since you were - like - 11 years old."

"I know, I never knew they were silk, isn't that funny?"

"I always thought they were so cute on you."

"The thing I always loved was how SMOOTH they felt."

What was she saying? I had one hand on her bottom, on her amazingly cute pajamas, and she was telling me they were silk, and she loved how they feel.

I stammered, "It was so cute to see you in them again."

"It feels so GOOD to wear them again, they always felt so smooth."

And with that, I carefully rubbed her bottom.

She said, "See? Doesn't that feel smooth?"

I answered, "Oh my God Emmy, Yes, it feels wonderful."

With my hand on my sister's bottom, I suddenly realized that I couldn't feel her panties, she wasn't wearing any.

I couldn't help but ask, "Emmy, you don't have any underwear on, do you?"

She calmly replied, "No, I never do, not at night. I never have."

"Really? even when we were little k**s?"

"Nope, I've never ever worn these pajamas with my panties still on."

And hearing that, I rubbed her bottom just a little slower. She seemed to simply melt from the gentle caressing sensations.

Emmy took the clicker and hit play.

I turned my gaze from my sisters bottom, and looked up at the TV screen, and it was that same sequence again - it was the close-up of the actress - of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actors hand gently slipping under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh my God..."

The way the movie scene was lit, it felt like it was dark enough to keep things mysterious and sensual. And we both watched as the actor slowly pulled the pretty woman's panties down her long legs.

We watched the same scene once more, as both characters kissed, licked and slowly undressed.

Again - they were both completely naked, and I couldn't help feeling apprehensive that I was watching this with my little sister. Especially since we both spent so many years in the house with our really strict mother.

Then, there was this amazing sequence that just felt so touching and loving. The actress was on her knees on the couch, and the man was behind her, partially hidden in the shadows.

The beautiful woman on the screen had both hands on the arm rest of the couch and her beautiful bottom arched up towards he lover, and then she cautiously whispered, "I want you to see. Please - let me."

And then the actress reached way over, and turned on the light beside the couch. Now, the dark room was lit, and nothing was hidden in the shadows anymore.

With the light on, the entire mood on the screen shifted from mysterious and subtle, to openly sexual. The camera was showing EVERYTHING, and there was an amazing view of the beautiful woman's ass as she arched her hips for the man.

Emmy nervously squirmed as she watched this, and I worried that it was just too intense for her.

I asked, "Should we turn this off?"

My sister didn't reply, she just moved the clicker a little closer to herself, like she was guarding it.

We both watched as the beautiful actress got on all fours, and the actor was behind her - and for a few seconds, you could totally his hard penis.

Emmy just stiffened.

Then the camera shifted to a close up of the woman. And it was obvious, though all you saw was the beautiful face of the actress, that she was really FEELING the man's erection as it was entering inside her. The expression of total gratification on her face was amazing.

The scene on the TV kept building, as the close ups of the actress told the story with her expression, and finally it was obvious that he was fully inside her.

And then the scene showed both of them on the couch - and - Oh God - They were REALLY doing it. I mean, it was obvious they were actually fucking. I should have been worried about Emmy, but it was so elegantly photographed, and the built up was so slowly, and the emotion of love was so overpowering, that it wasn't at all 'dirty' but it was really sensitive and beautiful.

The actor leaned forward, and kissed her neck, and then he literally licked her ear.

Then, the screen was filled with a lovely close-up of the woman's breasts as they hung down, gently swinging with each humping thrust from her lover. And then the man's hands gently came into frame and lovingly held them. He was feeling her hard nipples.

Emmy gasped, "Oh my God..."

Then the camera followed the man's hands from her breasts, along her side and up to her forehead, and the man lovingly held the woman's long black hair away from her face - it was almost so we could better see her expressions.

The actress was on all fours, and the camera was close to her face. She was naked and her breasts were jiggling a little faster with each thrust from her lover from behind. You could see that she was in absolute ecstasy.

And Emmy was totally engrossed by the images on the screen. It was like she was hypnotized.

Emmy whispered, "Oh Jesus, this is too much for me..."

But she continued to watch, as things built up and steadily got more lustful, and the motions got more primal, the woman on the screen began to moan and her large breasts were swinging faster and faster, until finally - the actress just exploded in a loud and graphic orgasm.

There was a close up of her face as she gasped and shuddered from the sensations. Our little cabin was filled with the dramatic gasping and moaning of the actress as she climaxed.

Suddenly, the frame was frozen, and I realized that Emmy had paused the film. She held the clicker in her shaky hand.

The room was silent, except for Emmy's quickened breathing.

Right then - I realized that I had been rubbing my sister's bottom in the same tempo and rhythm as the sexual pumping that we were watching on the screen. I was immediately shocked at my boldness. I stopped moving my hand, but I kept it in place on Emmy's plump little bottom.

She stammered, "Oh - my - God, this is - WAY too intense for me..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would get so - well - so graphic."

"Oh God - this movie is really freaking me out."

I whispered, "Don't worry, it's just a movie."

"I - I - feel so weird..."

I whispered, "Shhhhhhh, It's okay."

We sat in silence for a while. The frozen image on the TV was a blurry shot of the actresses face. You could see she was on all fours and her breasts were hanging down, and it was obvious she was cumming. My sister was staring at the image.

Finally, Emmy nervously blurted out, "I'm - I'm sorry - but I've - I've - never seen anything like this - ever..."

"I understand - It's okay."

She rolled over on her side and looked up at me, and her big blue eyes were wide with bewilderment. I felt so bad, it was obvious she was really upset.

I still had my hand on her bottom, and I carefully stroked her short hair with my other hand.

She spoke in such a sad tone, "Oh Michael, I don't know what to think..."

"Please, don't feel bad about this..."

She looked so confused, and with my hand on her bottom - I could feel her trembling with emotional urgency. It broke my heart to see her so vulnerable.

"It's just - I - I worry I'll never have a boyfriend..."

"Oh Emmy - Don't say that..."

She looked up at me and said, "Michael, I need to tell you something."

"I'm listening."

"Well - At school - Last week - When I found out the news, from the doctor, about me not being able to have - to have - k**s, I - I just..."

"Go on, it's okay..."

"I just sort of felt so - well - so alone - and was so confused, and I stayed in my dorm room got drunk."

"That's okay."

"I know - but, there is this guy in my dorm, and he's always been sweet to me, but I really don't have any feeling for him."

"what happened?"

"I don't really remember, well - all of it - but I'm - well - I'm not a virgin anymore."

I didn't know what to say. My beautiful little sister was telling me she had sex for the first time.

She went on, "I feel so bad, it should have been nice, and - I drank too much, and the room was totally dark - and - and - I just can't remember anything, except feeling really hung over and embarrassed the next day."

"What about the boy?"

"He could tell that I was all upset, and he acted all nervous the next morning. I haven't seen much of him, and when I do he avoids me."

"Oh Emmy - That's hard for me to hear, you deserve so much more..."

She looked up at me with her huge blue eyes, and she looked so sad I thought she might cry.
She whispered, "Sometimes everything feels hopeless."

And I interrupted, "Emmy, you're wonderful - don't feel bad."

"But I worry SO much..."

It made me sad to hear my sister so upset, she is so beautiful, and for some reason she just doesn't let herself believe what's true - that she is perfectly lovely.

I told her, "Please believe me, you are completely beautiful - Remember, I'm not just your big brother - I'm a boy too"

"But..."

"Emmy, don't worry. All you need to know is that I'll always love you."

She whispered, "Oh Michael - Thanks for saying that, it helps me."

It broke my heart to know that Emmy could feel so insecure.

Right then she just looked at me with this lost expression.

I said, "Oh God, I'm sorry about watching this movie - I feel bad, I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything. I could tell it was hard for her, she seemed so vulnerable - and I didn't want to act too pushy. But I realized just how upset she seemed watching the movie.

I said, "I'm sorry we decided to watch it."

Emmy paused, and seemed totally embarrassed. She finally whispered, "No, don't feel sorry. I wanted to see it, really. But..."

"It's okay, you can tell me."

"It's just - I feel so funny saying this, but that woman in the movie, when she had - when she was - was cumming like that - it really freaked me out."

"I'm sorry it scared you."

"It's not that, it made me - I feel - Oh Michael, it's too embarrassing to even say."

"Don't worry, I wanna help."

"It's just, I've never - I've never..."

She trailed off, and it sounded like it was something she was really scared about. I just let her sit quietly for a moment as she collected her courage, and all the while I gently caressed her short hair .

"I mean - I've - I've never - well - really had an orgasm..."

I was surprised at her honesty, and the deep intensity of emotion.

All I could do was whisper a quiet, "Don't worry..."

She went on, "The orgasm thing is - I mean - it's scary for me. I'm worried I never will - and then - just now - to see that pretty lady on TV just - just achieve something - so - beautiful like that - I don't know - it really freaked me out."

She was so serious, it made me feel really sad.

I leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead and whispered, "Oh Emmy, don't worry, it'll happen someday - I know it will."

She smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for being so good to me."

For the next few minutes, she lay there on the couch in silence. I still had my hand on her warm bottom, and the heat from the stove just filled the room with a wonderful warmth, I felt so close to my little sister.

Emmy looked up at me from the pillow in my lap, and she seemed really upset. She was wide eyed and frightened.

I didn't know what to do, and I suddenly realized I was caressing her bottom again. As I rubbed, I watched her expression change and her eyes soften. It was obvious that this tender motion was helpful for her.

Rubbing her bottom was somehow soothing.

I whispered, "Shhhhhh, it's okay - don't worry about anything."

I let my hand glide over her pajamas as gently and smoothly as I could.

And I could actually feel Emmy somehow achieve some sort of calm from my hand caressing her pajama bottoms. She was quiet, and at the same time peaceful. We sat in silence for a few minutes, and I continued to softly touch her lovely bottom.

She still had her head on a pillow in my lap, laying a little bit on her side, looking up at me with her big beautiful eyes.

It was an emotional moment, I was really worried having just watched that video, and it was so intimate and SO sexual. I know Emmy could sense I was concerned for her.

Then she quietly said, "My roommate at school, Rachel, she always asks about you, because we talk so much on the phone."

"You know that I love talking with you."

"And - I always tell her how wonderful and kind you are. She says nobody could ever be as nice as I say you are, but I always say it's true. That you are the kindest most caring person in the world."

"Oh Emmy, please..."

"It's true, I am the luckiest girl in the world to have a brother like you."

And she smiled up at me and then she rolled over to her other side again and looked toward the TV. It was still the frozen image of the actress, on all fours with her breasts hanging down. And her face, wet with sweat, in an expression of utter ecstasy.

Emmy lay there, looking at the TV image.

She grabbed the clicker again, and held it in her hand.

She spoke calmly, "This scene made me all, I don't know, emotional or something."

"It's okay, I understand."

I kept gently rubbing her pajama bottoms, in the hopes that it would help calm her down.

She kept her face away from me as she spoke, "And now, for some reason, right now, I don't feel the same fear. I feel good. I'm not worried anymore."

I didn't know how to answer her. I simply continued to caress her bottom as gently and as lovingly as I could.

Then, Emmy used the clicker and pushed play, to start the movie again. But instead, it jumped right back to the beginning of scene 18 again.

Just like she had before, Emmy giggled, "Look - There we are again!"

And it was so true. It was the same image of the man and woman on the couch, in EXACTLY the same pose we were in. He was sitting, and she had her head on his lap on a pillow. Emmy set the clicker down, and I gently stroked her hair, just like the man on the TV screen.

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

Emmy whispered, "I don't understand either"

Even though she had seen this same sequence over and over my sister seemed completely mesmerized and she stared intently.

It felt like a strange calm had filled the room, and the movie had achieved a kind of profound meaning.

As she watched, I used one hand to stroke Emmy's short red hair, and I had my other hand on her tight silk pajamas, and I continued to gently to rub her bottom.

Once again - The scene started with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch. He moved slowly and he was loving and gentle.

Like I had done earlier, I bent over and tenderly kissed Emmy on her ear, just like the movie. Right then, as I did it, I was lost in such a powerful feeling of love.

And just like before, Emmy giggled and said, "It's like we're in the movie."

I was so overwhelmed, one hand boldly rubbing her bottom, the other stroking her soft hair, and I had just kissed her. Emmy looked so adorable in her old pajamas as she lay across the couch with her head on the pillow in my lap.

I started to fearlessly squeeze my little sister's bottom. I couldn't help it, she was just TOO lovely.

I was worried she would protest, but instead she whispered, "I don't understand why, but I really think this movie is important."

I replied, "Yes - It's very beautiful."

And then I kissed her again, softly on her ear, matching the sequence on the TV.

She kept on watching the movie as I looked down at her, and she seemed so perfect and beautiful. I began to rub her plump bottom a little more firmly.

She seemed to simply melt from the sensations.

Then I looked at the TV screen, and it was that same beautiful sequence that we had both seen we had just seen more than once, it was a close-up of the actress - of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actor was slipping his hand under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh my God..."

Without knowing why, I let myself slip my hand into Emmy's pajamas, matching the movie. It was almost u*********s on my part, and the silky skin of her bottom felt delicious and smooth.

Emmy squeezed the pillow in my lap with both hands and let out a breathy, "Oh fuck..."

It totally took me by surprise, hearing Emmy swear like that, and for a second I thought I should pull my hand away. But I didn't - I couldn't.

Instead, I rubbed and squeezed in a hushed rhythm, with my hand snug under the thin silk fabric.

Emmy made no effort to protest or stop me, she just clutched the pillow tightly in my lap, and began breathing harder and faster.

I took my one hand from my sister's hair, and moved it down to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I felt drawn to slide them down, even just a little. Slowly, I moved her pajamas down, just a tiny bit with my other hand, until I could just see the top her cute bum crack. The room was dimly lit from the glow of the TV, and it seemed to make everything seem so forbidden

Then Emmy seemed to move, and I was immediately terrified. What was I doing?

Suddenly Emmy squirmed a little bit and I pulled my hand out of her pajamas.

She cautiously got up onto her knees and then she looked at me with such a confused expression, I was worried she might cry.

Then she quietly whispered, "Michael, I want the light on. Please - let me."

And then she moved across me, and crawled awkwardly along the long couch, reached way over, and turned on the light on the little end table.

The little lamp lit up the room with a warm orange glow.

And she looked up at me with her big eyes, smiled meekly and said, "There, the light is on now. Okay?"

I didn't know what to say.

And then she did the most amazing thing. She carefully crawled back to me and climbed over me to get on the pillow again. But this now she moved a little bit forward, laying across me as I sat on the couch, and she lay back down on her tummy, but now, she deliberately set her hips right on the pillow, right in my lap.

Now her bottom was centered in front of me, right in my lap, directly on the big pillow.

Her pose was absolutely breathtaking, her cute butt was arched upwards, as it set up high on the pillow in my lap. And her torso was flat the couch, with her head turned watching the movie.

Then I looked up at the TV screen, and the image was so mysterious and sensual. And we both watched as the actor slowly pulled the pretty woman's panties down her long legs.

Emmy saw this, and whispered a quiet, "Oh - God..."

I put both hands on my sisters beautiful bottom. And I carefully began to move her tight silk pajamas down.

I didn't understand what was happening, but I was somehow transfixed by the beauty and emotion as I allowed myself to see the top part of her adorable little bum.

I cautiously whispered, "Emmy, is this okay that I'm doing this."

She replied with a quiet, "Yes."

And I continued to pull her pajamas down, and right then, I realized how beautiful it was that my sister was LETTING me do this.

Before I truly understood what I was doing, Emmy's pajama bottoms were around her ankles, and she was gently squirming and kicking, helping me get them off.

Now, all she was wearing was her pajama top.

At that point, I thought I might explode from the perfect beauty of my little sister's bare bottom. And I was flooded with the fresh clean scent of the apricot soap, the soap we always used as little k**s.

The audio from the TV was of passionate kissing, and I couldn't control myself - I leaned forward and let my lips touch Emmy's smooth perfect bottom. I kissed her soft silky bum cheeks.

Emmy quietly gasped.

And then I just allowed myself to gently kiss with my sister's bottom. It was sensual and exhilarating. Then my soft kisses turned to licking.

Emmy let out a happy gasp. She gently arched her back, and pushed her but up a little higher.

And almost immediately, I was aware of Emmy's little bum-hole. I mean, I could see it - and it was - It was tiny and pink and beautiful.

I stopped my wet licking and sat up a little, just to see it better.

Oh God, I don't know how to say this - but it was so cute.

Both my hands were on her soft naked bottom.

I slowly moved my hands, enough that I would gently pull her graceful butt cheeks apart - just to stare. And Emmy must have know I was looking - she MUST have...

Then I heard her grab the clicker and hit pause. The image on the TV froze, and all the sounds of kissing and panting suddenly stopped. It was magically silent.

I just held both chubby cheeks of Emmy's bottom, wide and open, and I stared at her tiny little anus. She didn't say anything or do anything to stop me.

I remained frozen in a sort of electric bliss. It felt like my soul would explode with happiness.

Emmy's little bum hole was unbelievably beautiful. I had no idea I could be so transfixed by something so subtle and dainty. It was lit so exquisitely in the soft orange glow of the lamp at the end of the couch, the little lamp that Emmy turned on, for me.

Oh my God, it was just TOO beautiful, and I couldn't understand the intensity of my feelings.

What I desperately wanted was to TELL Emmy just how beautiful her bottom truly was, and how adorable her little pink bum-hole was. But I was too overwhelmed to say anything. It was just too much...

She whispered, "Michael?"

I didn't answer, I just began to gently massage her bottom, as slowly and lightly as I could.

I let my fingertips trace little lines up along her spine, and then back down in between her thighs.

The room was suddenly really warm, and I was feeling flush and hot.

Emmy had been looking at the TV screen, but then she squirmed a little on the couch, and turned her head to look up at me.

She was in such a funny pose, with her butt up in the air on the pillow on my lap, and her face against the couch turned to watch me. And she just looked so cute with those big blue eyes, wide with uncertainty.

She whispered, "Oh God, this feels SO good..."

I was no longer rubbing like I was before, I was just tracing my fingertip along Emmy's pale pink skin. It almost seemed to tickle her, because she would shiver a little as gently ran my fingertip across her smooth bottom.

I carefully traced a slow circle around Emmy's bottom, and I carefully made the circle smaller and smaller, around her little pink anus.

I looked down to see my sister's face, as I traced the circle closer to her anus. She looked up at me with an expression of such yearning.

Finally - I let my fingertip actually touch her soft delicate little pucker, and she visibly flinched.

She wiggled a little bit, and her legs moved so they were just a little bit wider. And then - Oh God - I could clearly see the edge of her vagina, it looked pink and moist.

I took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing, and I moved my fingertip over, and I let it glide along that small little bit of clean smooth pink skin between Emmy's anus and the corner of her vagina.

As soon as I touched her the plump lips of her open vagina, she immediately gasped, "OH - OH my God!"

I whispered, "Emmy, beautiful Emmy..."

Very slowly, I let my one hand ease it's way in between her legs, with my palm up, cupping her moist vagina.

She seemed to shiver as I moved my hand tenderly under her.

It felt unbelievably wet and slippery, and I could easily feel the plump little button of her clitoris. The sensation was luscious.

I began to move my hand, in a calm rhythm, slow and firm.

I kept at it, trying to listen and to feel what Emmy was responding to as I stroked. I could feel her passionately reacting, from the way my hand was cupped, it was like I was holding the slippery wetness in against her vagina and her clitoris. It seemed to make the rubbing even more effortless.

I hadn't seen it yet, but I could feel her pubic hair, it felt thin and delicate as everything continued to get wetter.

And then I began to speed up, and pressed her clitoris just a little harder.

Emmy immediately responded, "Oh FUCK! Oh Michael, that feels good!"

And she arched her hips even more, and spread her legs as wide as she could on the couch.

I kept at it, in the same motion.

Emmy twisted her head and looked up at me as she squirmed on the couch, and she reached one arm toward me and desperately grabbed my sweater near my hip.

My little sister stammered, "I need - your help..."

"What? Tell me..."

She cautiously whispered, "I wanna try - and climax, I think - I need - your help..."

"Emmy, I'll do whatever you ask me. Anything."

"This feels - SO good..."

I felt my fingers nuzzle against Emmy's slippery clit, and it seemed to glide in a way between my fingertips that made her visibly shiver.

Emmy spoke in a heightened urgency, "Oh Michael - Yes..."

And then Emmy, shivered again, but it was dramatic and powerful.

When her spasm subsided, she moved a little and got up on her elbows.

She told me, "Don't stop, this feels SO good."

And in a hesitant and awkward way, Emmy began to unbutton her pajama top. I watched in amazement as she tried to sit up enough to do each button. And after the last button, almost instantly, she pulled it up over her head and it fell to the floor.

I could see, just a glimpse of her tiny breasts, then she lay back down on the couch, just as she was , with her ass on the pillow, and her legs wide, but now she was totally naked, and she seemed to radiate a kind electric beauty.

My sister is so tiny, and I had never noticed it until right then, seeing her nude body, her hips and shoulders seemed so narrow and so girlish, but her bottom was round and wide and perfectly womanly.

The heat from the wood stove had made the room wonderfully warm, and Emmy was sweaty, and there was a thing damp gloss to her beautiful body.

It was right then that I realized I had an erection. It seems weird that I didn't notice until right that moment, but my hard penis felt constricted and trapped in my pants.

I was uncomfortable, and it almost hurt. I squirmed a little t adjust the way I was seated, and it made the pillow in my lap move up against my sister's crotch.

She responded by arching her hips even higher, pointing her cute bottom up to the ceiling.

My little sister mumbled to herself, "Mmmmmmmm..."

Emmy arched herself and got onto her knees. This pose somehow made the sensations even more powerful, she seemed to start panting, loud and strong.

She gasped, "This - Feels - Good, I wanna stay like this."

And with that, I found the perfect position for my cupped hand. And I could tell Emmy absolutely LOVED the way it felt. I kept at it, watching as my little sister writhed in ecstasy and She seemed to back into my rubbing hand.

"This - Feels - amazing."

Then, my sister kind of wriggled higher onto all fours, then she suddenly sat up, on her knees.

She said, "Oh God - Oh Michael."

And I stopped rubbing her wet vagina.

Emmy moved a little, as she sat there in front of me on all fours. She moved the big pillow off my lap, and it fell to the floor.

Then she carefully crawled over me slow and catlike, and went all the way to the end of the long couch, and she turned around and faced me, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

The shock of seeing her, naked from the front completely shocked me.

She was unimaginably lovely, and her breasts were so small and delicate, and her nipples were tiny and hard. And her pubic hair was glistening from the wetness.

My little sister was breathing deep and fast. And she stared at me with an expression of such deep longing that it made my heart ache.

She stammered, "Oh my - God - Michael - What you were doing - it felt REALLY good!"

I was too amazed to say anything, I just stayed frozen sitting in the middle of the couch, with her just a few feet away. She was letting me look at her. She had both feet on the couch, facing me, and her knees were slightly spread, so I could see her wet open vagina, and her delicate thin red pubic hair.

She whispered, "Michael, I'm scared."

"Of what's happening"
"I don't know. Tonight, that scene in the movie really scared me."
"Please Baby - Don't worry - I'll do anything you want."

Then, in the quietest whisper, she said, "I'm scared - I've never seen a boy naked - ever."

There was a moment of silence, and we looked at each other.

She looked at me, and we sat silently for a long time. and then - in one smooth motion I pulled at my sweater and shirt, and I lifted them over my head.

I waited a second, to see if I was scaring her, but she looked really eager.

Then, I couldn't help myself, I pulled my jeans and underwear off - and my erection sprang up

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There was such a sudden jolt of electricity in the air, and she stared at me - at my erection - with wide eyes and such a shocked expression.

It took me just a few seconds to push my pants all the way down to the floor, and kick them off - and I was naked.

She sat there - just a few feet away - staring at me, and I could tell she was seeing a boy naked for the very first time. It was so electrifying for me, And - Oh God - I felt SO much devotion right then.

I whispered, "More than anything in the world, I want you to climax."

She cautiously replied, "I'm not sure..."

"Emmy, I know it'll happen - I know you'll cum, tell me..."

"I loved the way everything felt, before, the way you were rubbing."

And then I moved toward her, and I could feel my hard penis jiggle as I got moved, and I was so aware that she was utterly focused on my erection.

As I faced her on the couch, I reached forward and cupped my hand between her legs, just like I did before.

She almost screamed, "YES!"

I asked, "Tell me, what you need..."

In that moment, I could see her beautiful eyes, looking at me, at my erection, and her haunted expression had overwhelming effect on me.

Emmy declared, "Oh Michael, this feels SO wonderful..."

She smelled so clean, from her shower, and the delicate apricot soap.

"Michael - it's gunna happen - I can feel it..."

I begged, "Please - Tell me what to do."

"P-Please - rub - rub me a little faster."

And I did, I let my cupped hand moved at an even quicker rhythm. Loo