Hunger of a Little Brother

The way she sprawled out on the bed was straight out of a wet dream.

The hem of her nightie had ridden up, showing off purple panties that clung to her curves, her creamy white skin glowing in the dim light. She looked so damn tempting, Kaisen didn't know where to start.

He took her raised leg in his hand, feeling the smoothness of her skin, his fingers itching to bite down, to leave marks.

But he played it cool, starting with a slow, deliberate massage.

Helena's body began to melt under his touch, her breathing growing heavier, her eyes fluttering closed. Kaisen smirked at the effect he was having on her.

His hands slid up to her thighs, fingers dancing lightly on her skin.

"Sike."

With a wicked grin, he grabbed both of her thighs and yanked them apart, revealing the barely-there fabric of her panties clinging to her soaking wet pussy.

"Kai...sen...you..."