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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... breath. Emily laughed first; of course she would find that funny. "Oh my god that was close!" She said, giggling. "Well we wouldn't have to be worried if you were still wearing your bra!" Brad said righteously.[U1] "Um excuuuuse me, I wasn't the one who took it off." Emily said. By the time they'd reached the bedroom her bra no longer covered either of her breasts. It was still trapped between them, but looking down Brad could see the full weight of his little s****r's chest held between his and hers. They were big and hanging down slightly as she propped herself up to look at her b*****r. With an adorable and mischievous look on her face, she looked irresistible, perched on top of her b*****r with both her knees on the bed. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just..." he started, obviously not knowing where he was going with it. Emily smiled at him, "I know you didn't," she said, letting him off the hook. She wiggled her hips playfully as she said it, and Emily was almost positive she could feel her b*****r's cock tucked up between their two connected hips and at least partially hard. The way it was pressing against Emily right where Brad definitely shouldn't have been made Emily desperate to know if she was the cause or not. Whatever it was, her b*****r felt big. Knowing that their parents would be waiting for them downstairs, Brad spoke first, breaking the silence caused by the way the two of them lay on Emily's bed. "You should probably cover those up," he said, ...

... half-heartedly looking away. Emily reached for her bra and finally sat up on top of her b*****r. For a split second, her breasts were neither covered by her hands or her bra, and Brad must have seen, because Emily felt her b*****r throb against her where he was touching below. Not wanting to be captive and helpless to his beautiful s****r, or so obviously showing her his affection with his growing stiffness, Brad reached up to his s****r's enticing sides. She was about to inhale deeply and let him touch her, but instead he only savored her soft skin for a second before he forcibly tossed her off of him onto the other half of the bed. "HEY!" she shrieked "Time to put some clothes on little s*s," Brad said callously, "see ya downstairs." And then he left. She watched him walk out, still holding her arms up to cover her breasts so he didn't see, but a part of Emily wasn't entirely sure she didn't want him to. This was uncharted territory for Emily and her b*****r both. As they spent the rest of the night around their parents, both tried hard to wrap their heads around what was going on between them. On one hand, they were still spending time together on Fridays like they always did, laughing and conversing with the same amazing level of comfort that seemed to make Emily's weekend. And when Brad woke up in the morning he was smiling and simply glad to have had the time with his baby s*s despite the anxiety of a big game ahead. On the other hand, both siblings had gone to bed thinking of ...