"Did that feel good?" she asked, hopefully."Yes," I answered, my voice shaky, "god, yes.""Good," she said, starting to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Her hands were stable this time, but she was rushing now in her eagerness. I could see her need in her eyes, and realized what she desperately wanted to see. I waited until she unzipped my fly and then I grabbed her wrist gently, stopping her from reaching into my pants.Immediately she looked up at me, upset. Her mouth had such a pout to it that it was almost comical. I smirked at her in the way all older brothers do when they are denying something to their little sisters."Ask for it," I said, firmly."But...but I..." she started. I shook my head."Ask for it. Be specific. I want to hear your sweet mouth say the words."At this, she smiled, understanding that she had an effect on me that she had never suspected. It pushed her past her natural demureness. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her voice almost little-girl in
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