Note- This tall tale has no basis in truth whatsoever. I made it up.
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Emma Watson is one of the most well-known celebrities in the world today, and it turns out she comes from a big family. Despite never marrying and remaining steadfastly 'self partnered' the versatile actress cum model cum director believed a lot in family values.
Emma has two younger brothers, Alex and Toby, who have played significant roles in shaping Emma's life and supporting her throughout her personal journey. From an early age, Emma shared a special connection with her brothers. Growing up together, they developed a strong bond based on love, trust, and mutual support.
Despite their different paths and interests, the Emma Watson siblings have always offered unwavering support and encouragement for each other. Toby Watson, her stepbrother, was born in 2003, in Paris, France, his parents being Chris Watson and Julie Watson.
Toby has chosen a different path to his siblings and has remained relatively private compared to his famous sister. While Emma's fame has brought her into the spotlight, she has always respected Toby's desire for a more low-key lifestyle. Despite the differences in their public presence, their sibling bond remains strong, built on a foundation of love, shared memories, and a deep understanding of one another.
So when Toby called on Emma for help in matters of a personal kind, his devoted stepsister was there for him.
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Emma's Canonbury Place abode keeps her in comfort when she's in London. With four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and two living rooms, she has spent time and money on antique furniture, chair, an imposing white fireplace and a collection of eclectic art.
Emma had awoken late and dreamily hit her bathroom. She dropped her robe and stepped into the hot shower. She gasped as the hot water hit her back and she began soaking her long hair. She bent her head back, lathered her hair with the gel under the strong spray of water, and then lathered her slim body. The thirty-four-year-old actress was in a great mood because the London weather had finally turned warm and the sun had emerged after a period of rain.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off her damp form with a big towel. Emma still had a figure body that grabbed most men's attention. Her waist and midriff were quite fit and trim, and her bottom was well-rounded and firm. Never a big girl upstairs, she nonetheless had a nice pair of breasts that had permanently erect nipples. For years, the sexy minx had kept her mons mostly shaven. She liked how her muff looked and felt without pubic hair, and so did all of her varied lovers. Yes, Emma enjoyed the male attention her body brought her and she was still highly sexed and available.
She padded naked to her bedroom and took out some silk underwear. The Agent Provocateur back was expensive and little to the imagination. he stepped into the panties and tugged them up around her waist so that they nestled in between the crack of her rear end and pussy mound. Then, she hooked the bra behind her back and stretched the cups over her medium-sized tits.
With plenty of time on her hands, Emma planned a light breakfast before driving to the Prada offices. As she made coffee and toast she heard a tremendous banging on her front door. At the same time, her mobile rang and she saw it was Toby calling.
"Be quick, Toby. There's someone at my door."
"Emma. Look, I'm in a bit of a pickle, and only you can help."
"What is it?"
"Well, you know I'm doing some charity work for the Heart of London Hospice?"
BANG! BANG!
"Quickly, Toby."
"Yeah. Well, the thing is, the son of the Chief Executive and, I don't get along. He's a bully and gets on my tits all day. Anyway, I let all the tyres down on his car and he wants reimbursement. Or..."
BANG! BANG!
"Or what?"
Emma looked out of the frosted door window to see the shape of a bulky figure on the threshold.
"Anyway, Bobby's on his way to your place right now. Do me a favour. Please?"
"He's coming here? Now?"
"Open the bloody door!"
Toby rang off and Emma fluffed up her hair and tried to think. Still only clad in her underwear, she opened the door a crack and peered outside.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"Emma Watson? Sister of that twit Toby?"
Emma bristled at the cheap remark and fully opened the door.
"What do you mean by a twit?"
The young man looked to be about twenty with a fit upper body that filled out his Thin Lizzy tee shirt. Emma thought he had handsome looks with muscular thighs and calves that he displayed in his cargo pants that topped off just below the knees. He had dark brown hair and eyes to match. At over six feet tall, he towered over the petite actress by more than seven inches.
"We need to talk."
Bobby barged and looked around the house at his leisure. Then he looked Emma up and down as he rubbed his chin. Emma folded her arms across her bosom as she realised she was half undressed. His gaze never left her cleavage nor her barely covered sex.
"Let's go in the other room."
Emma led the bully through to the living room and her face reddened as she became aware he was staring at her nether cheeks that protruded enticingly out of her skimpy bottoms.
"Coffee?"
"No."
She nodded and motioned him to sit.
"Now, what's this all about."
Bobby stretched out in a plush armchair and now it was Emma's turn to size him up. He did not cross his legs just parted them so that his heavy wedding tackle was clearly discernible in his pants.
"So, you're Emma Watson? You're a bit skinny in the flesh."
Hmm, Toby was right about this one. What a pig!
"Yes, I'm THE Emma Watson, and YOU are my stepbrother's bully. And you need to leave him alone starting now."
Bobby snorted at this tirade coming from the half-dressed poppet and sneered.
