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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... game that weekend. It was supposed to be a bit more challenging when they played on the road. Brad was beginning to worry that his little s****r, and his now-ex-girlfriend had spoken the truth: that he didn't play as well without someone else 'helping him out' before the big game. He'd tried doing it himself, and he probably would that night, but it definitely wasn't as good as seeing his 18-year-old little s*s knelt in front of him and innocently bobbing her head on him 'just to help.' Nancy hadn't put that thought in his head, but she was definitely making him concerned about it. He was lying awake in bed next to his slumbering lineman Cole when he heard a keycard unlock the hotel room with a couple beeps. Brad waited a moment in the dark, hearing very quiet footsteps and then sensing weight being put on the end of the bed. He almost panicked and turned on the light, but when he saw Emily's face climbing up toward him Brad let out a sigh of relief. Emily quickly climbed under the covers with him. He didn't know it, but her pajama pants were lying in a heap by the door. He certainly felt her bare legs as she got on top of him and intentionally pushed her mound against his hips. Both of them felt Brad's cock respond immediately. "Hey! How did you get in here?" Brad asked excitedly but as quietly as he could. "I have my ways..." Emily whispered. In truth she'd simply batted her eyes at the guy at reception and told him she'd lost her room key. She was being really forward, ...

... Brad thought. He couldn't see her but he could feel her body and she wasn't wearing much. What's more, Emily was also gently wiggling her hips around and all that separated his hardening cock and her untouched little pussy was a few layers of fabric. "I've been thinking about you," Emily said, causing another throb below. "I haven't stopped for a second since last Friday..." Brad said. They were both talking so quietly; it felt naughty and secretive and there was no denying that both Emily and her b*****r were aroused. "I know you've gotta sl**p," she said, "I just thought maybe you'd like it if I came over before you got your beauty rest." "You were right," Brad whispered back immediately, feeling like he couldn't take the motion of his little s****r's hips on his lap without doing more. "Oh god Emily," he breathed, knowing her little quim was set right on top of his erection. "I'll try to make you cum quickly, okay?" Emily asked. Brad didn't answer; that wasn't necessarily what he wanted. Truthfully he wanted her to just stay there on top of him and let him feel her up like they were high school lovers, though Emily wasn't far from that. But they hadn't touched each other like that before; Brad wasn't sure she'd be okay with it. Whether he would get that opportunity or not, Emily quickly maneuvered herself around and was no sooner turned around and facing his upturned hardness than he was ready for her to put it in her mouth. She was so determined. Right away Emily tugged his ...