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She’d grown a lot since you left almost ten years ago. She was almost as tall as you, and her nonexistent breasts had filled up to a nice b-cup, you were happy her bust didn’t get massive, as you’ve always liked smaller breasts. Her body had also changed a lot, she had fuller hips and longer legs. Even though you’ve come to accept your attraction towards younger females, you couldn’t deny your sister was one sexy young woman. She was wearing a one piece sleeveless dress that flowed with her motion, letting you and her students admire her body a little at a time. In accordance with the school regulations, the dress covered below her knees and had almost no cleavage, but you were sure that didn’t stop the students from fantasizing. You wondered how many boys masturbated to your sister at night.
She’d grown a lot since you left almost ten years ago. She was almost as tall as you, and her nonexistent breasts had filled up to a nice b-cup, you were happy her bust didn’t get massive, as you’ve always liked smaller breasts. Her body had also changed a lot, she had fuller hips and longer legs. Even though you’ve come to accept your attraction towards younger females, you couldn’t deny your sister was one sexy young woman. She was wearing a one piece sleeveless dress that flowed with her motion, letting you and her students admire her body a little at a time. In accordance with the school regulations, the dress covered below her knees and had almost no cleavage, but you were sure that didn’t stop the students from fantasizing. You wondered how many boys masturbated to your sister at night.


Looking at her students, you had to rethink that; the eight and nine-year-old pupils were probably too young to sexualize their teacher. You, on the other hand, had no problem sexualizing the students, like that cute brunette in the first row, rocking her legs and almost giving you a glimpse of her panties. You couldn’t hide a smile thinking that there was a real possibility you will get into the panties of some of those students before the year is over.
Looking at her students, you had to rethink that; the 8 and 9-year-old pupils were probably too young to sexualize their teacher. You, on the other hand, had no problem sexualizing the students, like that cute brunette in the first row, rocking her legs and almost giving you a glimpse of her panties. You couldn’t hide a smile thinking that there was a real possibility you will get into the panties of some of those students before the year was over.


“John!” your sister exclaimed as she finally saw you standing by her door. “Continue reading in silence, I’ll be right back,” she quickly told her students before going out to meet you.
“John!” your sister exclaimed as she finally saw you standing by her door. “Continue reading in silence, I’ll be right back,” she quickly told her students before going out to meet you.

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Visit your Sister’s Third Grade Classroom

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Moving back to Mahogany Hills was a rushed affair. After your sister convinced you the offer was real and your history would not be used against you, but actually help you get the job, you had to rush back to get an interview and prepare for the new school year. So between getting a place to live, studying the school rules, presenting for the interview, and moving all your belongings, you hadn’t had a time to chat with your sister and thank her for the job. So, without anything else to do, you decided to visit her classroom.

Your sister was the third grade teacher, so her classroom was in one of the few newly renovated wings of the old building, where things actually looked like classrooms, and not monastic cells. You could hear her voice from the hall, followed by the muffled answers of her students. Once you reached the door you took a moment to admire you sister from outside, before she could see you.

She’d grown a lot since you left almost ten years ago. She was almost as tall as you, and her nonexistent breasts had filled up to a nice b-cup, you were happy her bust didn’t get massive, as you’ve always liked smaller breasts. Her body had also changed a lot, she had fuller hips and longer legs. Even though you’ve come to accept your attraction towards younger females, you couldn’t deny your sister was one sexy young woman. She was wearing a one piece sleeveless dress that flowed with her motion, letting you and her students admire her body a little at a time. In accordance with the school regulations, the dress covered below her knees and had almost no cleavage, but you were sure that didn’t stop the students from fantasizing. You wondered how many boys masturbated to your sister at night.

Looking at her students, you had to rethink that; the 8 and 9-year-old pupils were probably too young to sexualize their teacher. You, on the other hand, had no problem sexualizing the students, like that cute brunette in the first row, rocking her legs and almost giving you a glimpse of her panties. You couldn’t hide a smile thinking that there was a real possibility you will get into the panties of some of those students before the year was over.

“John!” your sister exclaimed as she finally saw you standing by her door. “Continue reading in silence, I’ll be right back,” she quickly told her students before going out to meet you.

“I didn’t mean to bother you,” you quickly apologize, “but we’ve seen so little since I came back that I thought—”

“Don’t worry!” said Beatriz with a flip of her hand, “they’re a well behave bunch, most of the time.” she said while peeking into the classroom, where some murmurs were already rising, “But you’re right, we haven’t had time to really chat. I want to know what you think of the school, and you have to tell me all your adventures, and you have to meet the twins…” Beatriz stopped, noticing she was running loose.

“We could meet after classes, right?” you suggested.

“Sure! I can take you home, Mom thought me how to make those potato cakes we used to love.”

“Sure, I’d love that”, you assured her, “so I’ll come meet you after the children get out, Ok?”

“Ok,” said Beatriz and started to turn, but came back with an idea, “say, if you’re not busy, want to meet my class? I can introduce you to them.”

You decide: