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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... that he wanted her to know how good she'd done and that she could ask anything of him, even if it was to never do that again. But that wasn't what either of them wanted, and he couldn't say it all at once so he said it with a kiss. Pulling her face toward his, feeling her silky brown hair between his fingers, he kissed her. Was this just once? Would they wake up tomorrow and decide that it had been simply a crazy, impulsive thing that had happened and didn't need to happen again? It didn't feel that way when her b*****r's tongue was asking permission at her lips. She gave it with the touch of her own, and for a moment they kissed like lovers... for a moment. "I better take a shower," said Emily, pulling away from him and watching the look of surprise on her b*****r's face. "I've got to clean off all this sticky stuff before mom and dad get home. You sure cum a lot big b*****r." She finished, running a finger over one gleaming rope and the testing it against her tongue. Emily's mother had taught her to always make a boy work for her affection. She doubted that her mom had intended her 18-year-old to use it so effectively on her b*****r whose spunk now covered her breasts, but nonetheless... Brad was left wanting more. "Do you think that will help Braddy?" She asked blamelessly with that nickname he'd hated until now. It sounded more like she had just finished a backrub and not sucking her b*****r's cock. She let him take a good look at her before turning towards the shower. ...

... "Em, you are unbelievable..." he said, still in shock and still incredibly hard. She knew she'd done well. Everything he said, everything his eyes and body told her verified it. The proud brunette walked to the still-running water, leaving her b*****r there to gather his pants. As one last tease, she seductively slid her bottoms over her pushed-out butt as if she'd forgotten Brad was still in the room. "I can't get enough of you s*s," he said as he realized she intended for him to let her shower alone. She smiled one last time as she stood back up. Her little pink lips teased him through the darkened gap between her thighs. The room wasn't brightly lit enough and he cursed it, wishing to truly know what Emily's young opening looked like. "And to think..." Emily led him, "there's so much more." She bit the side of her pouty, bottom lip before stepping in the shower and pulling back the curtain. Brad would dream that night of what he might have done if she had invited him in. - "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Emily said into her hands which she'd placed nervously over her mouth. It was their offense's first drive of the game and they'd advanced the football passed midfield. Brad had dropped back for a pass, and from what she could tell, it looked like he intended to throw a deep ball. He'd made a few good passes, but this one was going to be big. He faked...he dodged a tackle... and then he stepped up and planted his front foot. As Brad released the ball her heart stopped. She almost ...