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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... wasn't thinking, opening the door behind which he'd heard the shower running in one, swift motion, "Emily I didn't mean I don't want you to, I just..." but then he stopped. Emily was just bending over to take off her shorts. She was wearing an incredible pair of panties, cute, purple and lacy, but only that. She was topless, and now that her shorts were off, nearly bottomless as well. Emily quickly covered her breasts with her arm, but her b*****r had seen them unclothed. It took him entirely too long to realize that he was staring, or that he had stopped in the middle of a sentence. He'd never seen Emily quite so revealed to him; he hadn't been prepared. Brad's brain searched for words, but it seemed entirely too focused on what his little s****r looked like in front of him and what it made him want of her. Emily had not expected him either. She had wanted to take a shower because she simply felt... dirty after asking if her b*****r wanted 'help' and then being denied. But now he was there, he was staring at her shamelessly, and whether he knew it or not, he fully hardened in the time it took him to gather his wits. "Emily I came to tell you..." he started, watching his little s****r walk towards him and stop but a foot away. "Shhhh," she said. "you don't have to say anything." Emily removed her hand from her chest and watched her big b*****r's eyes widen. She was giving him an uninhibited view of her breasts; she knew that he'd wanted it badly. "It's okay Brad," she said. ...

... He took it as permission to look at her, up and down. He took in every inch that he could see, from the beautiful tits she was baring for him, to the perfect, little pink nipples that graced them. He saw her abs, strong and smooth, the way her sides curved to her soft-yet-thin hips. He longed to know what she looked like without those adorable bottoms on, but hadn't he come in to say something to her? At the moment it felt like he was just there to look. "It's okay Brad," Emily repeated, "you can touch me." She took his hands and brought them just below her chest. He grasped her, making it clear that he didn't expect to let go. Emily guided his hands upward over each tit before letting him do it on his own. His eyes rolled when he finally got his hands on them. Emily surprised him with a kiss. She'd leaned in while he was distracted and planted it on his lips. Firm and knowing, it lingered for a few, meaningful seconds. Upon breaking, Emily slowly bent at the knees. She held on to her b*****r as her knees made contact with the thick bathmat in front of the sink. Carefully, watching him, she pulled the waistband of his sweats over his cock. He did not protest. She knew he didn't wear underwear beneath them! Emily thought victoriously. 'But ohmygod was he more than I was prepared for,' Emily thought. Perhaps she'd had some idea that he was big, but her b*****r's cock was much more than she'd seen before. It looked like she could hold it with two hands. So she did, watching her ...