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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... think of to put her out of harm's way, or at least her b*****r's discovery. She agreed and laid down on the floor where he'd just been. After cumming, her skin was sensitive and crawling for his touch. Even when his fingers grazed her, Emily could feel it through her whole body. He started slow, and then worked his fingers into the tight spots on her shoulders. His hands felt amazing - big and strong, and a little bit rough from all his hard work. Maybe Emily didn't know she was doing it, but Brad absolutely loved the way his little s****r was letting out adorable sighs and moans when he touched her just right. Brad was probably getting just as much enjoyment as his little s*s from his touching her. He wasn't sure why he thought it would be okay, but her bra was simply in the way. In one quick motion, Brad unclasped his little s****r's lacy top. It sprung open and revealed her back to him, and Emily quickly opened an eye to look backward at him. When he didn't offer an explanation, she stayed quiet. The tension seemed greater then, but his hands felt even better. Brad could see his little s****r's tits spreading out from her thin frame as she lay against the floor. He wanted to touch them; he even got close a few times with his fingers. Emily was fully aware of every square inch of her body that he touched: the way his fingers daringly slipped just beneath the waistband of her sweats, or how he grasped the tops of her hips a few times like he wanted to pull her towards him. ...

... After only a few moments, both of them were totally turned on, though neither was about to admit it to each other. If Brad hadn't seen it, they would have been totally screwed. The flash of headlights shown in the room for only a second. Their parents had walked in on them watching a movie before, even when Emily was wearing relatively inappropriate clothing. But in the position they were and with Emily's suggestive bra unclasped, it would have looked a bit more...naughty. Emily didn't even know what hit her before she was being scooped up and flipped around into her b*****r's arms as he took two stairs at a time up to her bedroom. "Brad what th...!" Emily gasped as he manhandled her. Her hands darted to the dangling bra that she'd only just managed to hold on to. Then she was twisted around and had her legs wrapped around her b*****r's wide frame before she could speak another word. As they hit the top of the stairs, she heard her parents at the door. Brad dashed into his s****r's room and then stood quietly, both of them being very still in their utterly suggestive position. Even in their haste, both siblings could intimately sense Emily's loosely covered breasts against Brad's chest, and she couldn't be sure, but was something extra trapped between their hips? "k**s, we're home!" Their mother called out as she came in. "Up here, be down in a minute!" Brad called back. When he was sure they were in the clear, it was then he flopped back onto the bed and took his first deep ...