Sam wants more
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Sam remains under you, the once cold and emotionally hard sister now warm and soft beneath you. She's surprisingly cuddly for someone with such an athletic body. It conjures up ancient memories of a much younger Sam hugging you in rare affectionate and girly moments from her otherwise tomboyish childhood. As the two of you became older, and you would have minded much less your big sister's increasingly interesting body being pressed against yours, that contact generally came when Sam decided she wanted to practice a throw or hold on you, and often times without advance warning. Even under under those circumstances, more often than not it was worth whatever punishment she put you through for those tantalizingly seconds of contact with her body. If she knew how much you enjoyed those moments, the only further contact you likely would have received would have been with her fists. | Sam remains under you, the once cold and emotionally hard sister now warm and soft beneath you. She's surprisingly cuddly for someone with such an athletic body. It conjures up ancient memories of a much younger Sam hugging you in rare affectionate and girly moments from her otherwise tomboyish childhood. As the two of you became older, and you would have minded much less your big sister's increasingly interesting body being pressed against yours, that contact generally came when Sam decided she wanted to practice a throw or hold on you, and often times without advance warning. Even under under those circumstances, more often than not it was worth whatever punishment she put you through for those tantalizingly seconds of contact with her body. If she knew how much you enjoyed those moments, the only further contact you likely would have received would have been with her fists. | ||
| + | Sam is looking up into your face with a bemused expression on her face. "Your mind is drifting again, Max," she observes. | ||
| + | Dwelling on memories of | ||
'''What next?''' | '''What next?''' | ||
Revision as of 09:57, 29 January 2013
Sam remains under you, the once cold and emotionally hard sister now warm and soft beneath you. She's surprisingly cuddly for someone with such an athletic body. It conjures up ancient memories of a much younger Sam hugging you in rare affectionate and girly moments from her otherwise tomboyish childhood. As the two of you became older, and you would have minded much less your big sister's increasingly interesting body being pressed against yours, that contact generally came when Sam decided she wanted to practice a throw or hold on you, and often times without advance warning. Even under under those circumstances, more often than not it was worth whatever punishment she put you through for those tantalizingly seconds of contact with her body. If she knew how much you enjoyed those moments, the only further contact you likely would have received would have been with her fists.
Sam is looking up into your face with a bemused expression on her face. "Your mind is drifting again, Max," she observes.
Dwelling on memories of
What next?
