Hot and Horny/Miranda Josh room play frozen willing

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Your mind wanders to unicorns and rainbows. To puppies and kitties, cartoons and candy, pink clothes and fluffy teddies. Of all the different things you can think of, nothing has ever made you feel like this before. It's as if you have butterflies in your stomach, but they're in your vagina.

"She's most certainly under our spell now..." Josh says, rubbing the inside of your leg as well as your panties.

You moan, almost as much in displeasure as pleasure. You don't really care about playing anymore. This is way better.

Your brother keeps a steady rhythm with his fingers up and down your crotch. Sometimes he lingers more at the top. Other times he presses in harder or softer. But he could do anything at this point; you're just happy he hasn't stopped yet.

After a minute (has it been longer?) you realize you've been gently pushing your hips forward to match Josh's fingers, almost humping his hand. You're not embarrassed by it, just surprised that you did it without even trying to. You force yourself to stop your movements and look down at your brother again. He notices you and pulls his hands away.

"You can keep going, Josh..." you say quietly.

He only grins at you before hooking his fingers in your panties. You smile and giggle when he pulls them down your legs and off your feet. Like a rubber band, he pulls on the elastic of your panties and sends them flying across the room, bringing another giggle from you. Your brother is so silly sometimes!

Wetting his thumb with his tongue, Josh lowers himself closer to your crotch again and spreads you open with his fingers. You gasp when his wet thumb presses against your soft skin. But the shock of it quickly subsides as he continues his rubbing. But this feels much different. With your panties covering you it was very light and gentle. Now that he's touching you directly it's much more intense. Within moments your body is alternating between arching your back off the bed and rolling your hips forward. You can't help but take big slow breaths as you deal with how strong these feelings are.

You are:
Miranda, age 17
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