Jasmine's soft, muffled moans fill the room.
She and Chris lie on his bed, chest to chest, hips tightly pressed together.
Her arms and legs are wrapped around him, and his hands cup her small boobs under the bra—just like she taught him.
Their tongues tangle again and again in a deep, unbroken kiss that's lasted almost twenty minutes.
«Y-You're so good, little bro… even better than last time… you're definitely a fast learner…» she pants, rubbing her pussy against the hard bulge under his silky pajama pants.
«T-Thanks, Jasm—uh, big sis...»
Chris's voice is shaky, his breath uneven. His heart races wildly. This is a completely new sensation for him—the pleasure of Jasmine grinding against the most sensitive parts of his body.
«W-What you're doing... how you're moving... it feels so... so good... please don't stop...» he whispers, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed.
Jasmine shakes her head gently as they continue to kiss.
«N-No, little bro... I also... love feeling you this close to me...»
A sudden flicker of doubt crosses Chris's eyes.
«W-What if... big sis finds out...? She said she'd be really mad if I did with you what I do with her...» he mutters, sounding worried.
«J-Just don't tell her, okay? And anyway... if she really cared, she would've stayed here with you, don't you think? She didn't mean it seriously...» Jasmine reassures him, all while grinding her dripping pussy even harder against his cock.
Chris squints, his fingers squeezing her breasts tighter—an instinctive reaction to her increasing pace.
And then... Chris starts to feel something.
«I-I think... I need to pee... I need to go to the bathroom...» he mumbles, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
But Jasmine knows it's not that.
Her cheeks flush bright red, her expression turns even more teasing—but also deeply thrilled.
She pulls back just a little.
Now they're face to face, nose to nose.
«Y-You're not about to pee, little bro.. there's something else that wants to come out of your cock...» she says with a faint smile.
«S-Something else...? What is it...?» he asks, genuine curiosity mixing with the rising, unknown pleasure that grows inside him second by second.
Jasmine doesn't answer right away—not with words.
Her right hand, still wrapped around Chris's neck, begins a slow and steady descent downward.
She gently strokes his chest, then slides over his stomach, lower and lower toward his crotch, and finally...
Chris jerks when her fingers wrap around his erection—not directly, but through the thin pajama pants.
«B-Big sis Jasmine... w-what... what is this...? It feels... so nice...» he pants, trembling.
Her hand begins to move slowly, up and down, with a delicate touch—like she's scared it might break.
«Let me handle it, little bro… your big sis will help you bring out what you're aching to release...» she says, watching his tightly shut eyes, clenched lips, and flushed face with satisfaction and tenderness.
Jasmine's hand starts moving faster, little by little.
Chris's moans and gasps grow louder with each stroke.
They escape from his lips without control, his small mouth trembling.
«B-Big sis... it feels so good... aaah... I-I feel like... something's coming out...»
«I'm really happy you're enjoying it... I want you to feel good with me... I want to give you so much pleasure, my little bro...»
And then...
Even with his underwear and pajama pants still on, Jasmine can clearly feel the warmth of Chris's orgasm spreading through her hand.
«That was... so amazing, big sis...» Chris pants, his voice filled with relief—like a weight has been lifted off his chest.
«Your big sis Jasmine will let you feel this pleasure whenever you want...» she murmurs sweetly.
Then, she places his head gently against her chest, pulling him close.
«Now let's sleep, little bro. Tomorrow, Professor Tendo's lessons officially begin... and they're going to be really tough.»
Their lips meet for a soft kiss—a gentle peck.
«Good night, little bro.»