Karen reached down and squeezed my erection lightly. Indian Sex Video Again that soft, throaty chuckle. Whenever any of my friends from school would come over to the house Karen would really put on a class act, wearing her sluttiest outfits, super short skirts, virtually non-existent tops that showed off her cleavage really well. Each night ended the same way: My sister, drunk off her ass and already half naked, stumbling upstairs to her bedroom with whichever lucky guy she’d chosen to be her boy toy of the evening. You’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, won’t you little brother?”
“Yes, yes, I swear Karen, I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me.”
She laughed softly. This all started the summer I turned seventeen. “Yeah, god yeah! my cock throbbed with eager anticipation even as in another, more rational part of my mind I was a bit scared. Oh shit Karen fuck me harder! Mom and dad’ll probably freak, though.”
Again that low, throaty laugh. Anyway, this particular summer when Karen came home she seemed different–still totally hot, with the party girl attitude, but different around me, friendlier somehow.
