Stripping Hannah

As Hannah's body lay slumped on her bed, Emma felt lust pounding through her. Her new cock was achingly hard, her pussy damp with arousal and her hands had unconsciously reached up to cup her own tits.

Seconds stretched into seeming infinity as Emma's fear of what she was about to do warred with her lust. Finally, she reached out a tentative hand and shook Hannah's leg.

Not even the smallest response. Her eyes glued to her sister's face, Emma ran her hand up the slack leg, feeling the slender and sleek shape. Her other hand mirrored the first's position on the other leg, sliding up to caress the seductive curves of thighs. Emma felt her heart trying to burst from her chest in both need and fear. As her hands reached the join in her sister's shapely legs, need won it's fight in Emma. More confidently now, Emma traced the soft undulations of her sleeping sister's form.

Mere moments later, Emma found her fingers feverishly unbuttoning Hannah's jeans. Deftly losening them and working them down, Emma's breath caught as she saw the thin white fabric that now hid her sister's pussy fom her gaze.

Quickly, she drew up the fabric of Hannah's top, revealing a matching white cotton bra. Squeezing the small peaks for a moment, Emma's fingers slipped inside the cups, teasing the puckered flesh that capped each.

As she felt the soft tit flesh in her hand, Emma's dick reasserted itself and she found herself pondering her next move, lust and caution fighting it out again.