Emma nodded eagerly, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. She had taken extra care with her appearance that morning, making sure that she looked and smelled her best for her brother.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hand trailing down her arm in a soothing gesture. "Now, Emma, can I kiss you?"
The question caught her off guard, and for a moment she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then she remembered the trust and love that existed between them, and she nodded her head in agreement.
"Yes, you can, brother," she said softly, her eyes meeting his in a deep, meaningful gaze.
When Emma immediately answered, she turned around, closed her eyes, and turned her face towards me. When I looked at Emma's face up close, I could see not only her well-shaped figure but also the condition of her smooth, spotless skin. I bring my face closer to Emma, who is in the position of waiting for a kiss.
"Hmm"
