My Sister's Cold Feet

Sydney Cole's in deep shit. She just bolted from her fiancé mid-cake tasting for their wedding—total panic mode. Stressed out of her mind, she bolts to her masseur step-brother, Eric Masterson, figuring he gets it. Eric's all smooth, telling her she's just got wedding jitters, pulling up their parents as prime example. Their folks' second marriage had 'em both shaking like leaves—Sydney remembers that chaos. He talks her down, sure, but his strong hands do the real magic, kneading her tense body, fingers slipping low to brush her soft pussy by 'accident.' Sparks fly in that awkward vibe, curiosity mixing with raw lust. Sydney pipes up, asking if he handles breast massages often. Next time he grazes her sweet teenage pussy, she's squirming, basically begging—'Keep rubbing it,' she whispers. Legs spread wide, and there he is, working her perfect little slit right through those white panties. Things heat up fast. They dive into scorching oral swaps, tongues everywhere, but nah, they ain't done. Sydney's moaning, pleading for her brother to fill her up with that cock. Eric's grinning, sliding in, dying to see if her tight pussy tastes as sweet as her hot mouth promised—and damn, it delivers.