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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... last had real alone time and her b*****r's gaze was more than welcome. Just being in his company, and he in hers made the two of them buzz with love for each other and excitement about being together. "Lie down over here will ya?" Emily asked after they'd been watching the movie and chatting for a while. She could tell he was tense, far more than normal and she just wanted to help. Brad obliged, sucking in a breath when he felt his hot little s****r straddle him. He was truly glad to be lying face down, because the thought of her perched on top of him in that outfit was driving him nuts. She was actually quite good at massaging him, seeming to know all of the tight spots after doing it many times. Brad was finally starting to feel a lot better when she'd been doing it no more than a few minutes. At some point, when Emily was trying hard to get him in the right spots on his back, she shifted over and the back of his leg as pressing against her mound. She hadn't meant to, it had just kind-of...happened. She couldn't help that it felt really good. But as she moved around, pressing her hands into different spots on her b*****r's muscular back, it just kept arousing her more and more. Brad had no idea it was going on either, he was in a sl**py state after how good his s****r's hands were making him feel. He heard her breathing heavier, thinking she was just exerting herself as she pressed harder on him. It never took her very long, especially not when she was really turned on; ...

... Emily should have known better. She was just sitting down harder on her b*****r, leaning into him to 'get more leverage on his back,' or so he might think. Emily didn't know what had gotten into her, but within only a minute or two of feeling her b*****r's leg pushing against her pussy and her little clit being trapped and stimulated just the way she liked it, she was lost. She had to try hard beyond measure not to make a sound, yet she couldn't stop herself squirming. It only took a moment, and Emily managed to stay quiet. Her arousal that had built up in the time she spent apart from her b*****r did the brunt of the work. All it took was a little push, back and forth, of her hips and then suddenly she was clenching her legs. She bit down hard on her lip, desperate not to reveal what she'd just done and feeling embarrassed as a short but powerful orgasm took her. Brad came to when he heard his s****r take a few sharp breaths atop him. He couldn't see her face, but he would have seen her coming down from her orgasm and trying to catch her breath. Her hands weren't doing much anymore. "Tired little s*s?" He asked. From the tone of his voice, Brad didn't know anything. She felt guilty, but Emily thought maybe she could get off without him knowing and without experiencing any of the embarrassment. "Uh huh," Emily lied, she lifted her hips off of him so he wouldn't feel it if she'd gotten too wet. "What if I took a turn for a change?" Brad asked. It was the only thing Emily could ...