Jasmine's 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...»
