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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... b*****r intently the whole time, Emily gently moved her hands toward him. As they slid up his thick quads and lingered an inch or two away, Brad's cock throbbed in anticipation; he needed her to touch him. That made Emily smile wide. It was comforting; he wanted her. Seeing his little s****r happy to finally take hold of him, Brad felt like this was what he had truly come upstairs for. "Em'" he breathed, unbelieving that her hands were now wrapped around him. Again she smiled and held him firmly. The contented little teen slid her hands up and then down, watching how the surface of his shaft followed the path of her grip. Brad thought she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen with the look of pure wonder and excitement on her face. A couple times she slid her hands intently back and forth. He was so warm; Emily could feel the flowing heat in his penis. Every stroke or so she could feel a throb in his cock, and by look on his face it must have felt good. The fluttering feeling in Emily's tummy returned with intensity each second that their eyes held. Her hopes had been only temporarily dashed. It was hard to believe that she'd come this far, but clear to Emily that she was glad her b*****r was finally in her hands. "Am I doing okay," Emily asked him sweetly, lovingly and wide-eyed. "God Em', yeah... is this... are you sure..." He was never lost for words, Emily thought. "It's okay Brad," she assured him, "I'm just helping you for the game tomorrow. You can relax." It was a ...

... lie, but somehow pretending it was just this once aroused both Emily and her b*****r. As if they could just pretend tomorrow on the field that Emily, the cheerleader, had not taken new duties to relieve the quarterback the night before. Emily had begun moving her hands around differently, she was gracing the skin around him with light touches and then testing his tip with firmer ones. Her b*****r flinched when she ran her palm carefully over his head and closed her fingers over it. It didn't seem enough to her, yet it was Brad who spoke first. "Emily, ohgodEm...will you put it in your mouth?" he asked. Emily was stunned. And yet, he was used to calling the shots; it was good to know he was playing along. It made her feel sexy to hear her b*****r finally asking for more. Emily shook her head 'yes.' It seemed like the right move. Perhaps he would do better, play better, tomorrow if Emily were to take his cock into her mouth. Perhaps that, or maybe he simply wanted his beautiful little s****r to go a bit further. In truth, he wanted to take her up to her feet, set her on the vanity and remove her cute panties to see what she hid underneath. He could line up and ask her if she wanted to... "Oh fuck Em," Brad let out involuntarily. She'd pushed him inward past her lips and was swirling her tongue around his tip amazingly. "your mouth feels so good s*s." Emily would have smiled if her b*****r wasn't a few inches in. She had to open her mouth wide to fit him, but the mischievous ...