Emma Thompson was the picture of innocent perfection. At 19, she still carried that fresh-faced, girl-next-door glow, long chestnut hair usually tied in a soft ponytail, big hazel eyes that sparkled with genuine kindness, and a slender, athletic body honed from years of dance classes. Her modest C-cup breasts, tiny waist, and perky round ass were always modestly covered in cute sundresses or cozy sweaters. She blushed easily, said “please” and “thank you” constantly, and had never even had a real boyfriend.
Living with her stepbrother, **Ryan**, had always felt… normal. He was 22, tall and lean with messy dark hair and a cocky smirk that made girls at college drool. Their parents had married when Emma was 14, so Ryan had been around long enough to feel like real family. He teased her en
