The Quarterback's Little s****r - Sex Stories

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... its way between her taut lips, but apparently she was content enough to know it was there as she drifted off without him. It was fine with Brad, though; in the time it took for him to fade back to sl**p, he got to hold onto Emily, caress her and marvel at the evolution of his unadulterated love for her. When light began to peek through the old curtains of the dorm room and chanced across the carpet and Emily's pretty, slumbering face, it woke her from one of the most wonderful night's sl**p she could ever remember. How many hours had it been? Emily turned her head and smiled upon seeing her b*****r fast asl**p with heavy arm over her. God was she crazy about him. Sometime in the future, she and her b*****r might have to answer some tough questions together, but now it just felt...right. "Hey big b*****r," she called, wiggling against him. Nothing. The big lug, he could sl**p through anything. She gave him another jolt. "Wake up, you big jerk." Brad smiled, infinitely happy that the first thing he heard when he woke up was his little s****r's voice, and the first thing he felt was her naked body still pressed against him. Of course the second thing he felt was himself hardening. So did Emily, but for once, reason got the better of her. If light was coming through the window, it was the morning. Depending on how early it was, girls would be stirring in the dorm rooms nearby. It wasn't uncommon to hear cries of passion coming from this room or that, but anyone who heard her ...

... last night would probably be curious who had been inside fucking Emily so thoroughly. Brad had to get out before they were discovered. She felt her b*****r's hand on her hip and rolled back toward him. He wanted her, again. It brought the same feeling within Emily to know his desire for her, but she couldn't appease him this time. "We can't Brad," she pled, "I know you want to but we can't." Brad was confused, he couldn't just NOT react to feeling the eighteen-year-old's toned butt against him or the breast his hand was d****d across with her pink nipple gracing his palm. He pulled on her hip again. "Brad!" she said, rolling away from him and getting to her feet. Seeing her b*****r stare at her in admiration made her grin, but it was only for a second because she squinted her eyes at him and continued. "It's the morning Brad, you gotta sneak out!" He hated it, but knew she was right. After all the noise Emily was making last night, he definitely couldn't be seen in the room with her by any of the girls who lived around her. Still he didn't want to give up the access to the naked little brunette standing over him. Emily helped him to his feet and then tossed his clothes at him while Brad dressed. She'd put on a silky robe when Brad looked up from tying his shoes. He loathed seeing her body hidden from his eyes. "So, things are going to be...like...different now, aren't they?" Emily asked hesitantly, standing a few feet in front of him. "Different how?" Brad replied, reaching out ...