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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... waistband down so she could take her b*****r's cock to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and touched it teasingly to his head. Her hands held him firmly while she lapped at him, and before long Emily was taking an inch or more past her lips. It didn't take long for Brad to realize that his little s****r had left herself in a vulnerable position. There wasn't much light in the room, but he could see the rambunctious brunette's behind and simple pair of white cotton panties staring him in the face. Emily was just attempting to take more of her big b*****r's cock in her mouth when she felt it. "Unhhhh..." she accidentally moaned. Both of them halted and spent a few seconds of terror waiting for the sl**ping roommate to snore again. When it came, Emily sighed in relief, only to find herself fighting not to make another sound immediately thereafter. Her b*****r had quickly pulled her panties aside and run his tongue pointedly across her clit and taut lips. Brad thought he'd never taste something so sweet. Emily had been wet since the moment she'd decided to sneak into her b*****r's room, though she hadn't dreamed he'd be licking her young slit like he was now. She had to try to go on. It was so hard to keep licking her b*****r and sucking on as many inches as she could fit in her mouth when he began to lap at her pussy again and again. He'd never enjoyed giving oral to a girl so much as he did his little s****r; Brad's hands had slid over her tiny butt and grasped her hips to ...

... pull them towards him. Then one of his hands moved to thumb Emily's clit and it was clear she would orgasm in no time. Emily had to give up sucking on her b*****r, but he didn't care at all because the obviousness with which his s****r's body was showing her arousal had him sucking and licking at her clit like he was on a mission. His s****r's hips began to quiver in his hands and her tight little tunnel was saturated with her sweet fluids. Emily collapsed forward onto the bed. She'd buried her face into the mattress to stifle her moans. Brad didn't care if his roommate had heard. It was too dark for him to know who the mysterious visitor was. If his little s****r had to wake up his roommate because she was cumming too hard to contain herself, so be it. Luckily he didn't seem to be awake anyway. "Oh my God," she whispered to him. She'd crawled around after her orgasm trailed off to kiss him for making her feel so good. "You weren't supposed to do that Brad!" she scolded him, "I'm supposed to be the one helping you." "I know..." Brad relented, "but you were right there in front of me and I had to do it." Emily kissed him on the lips. "I haven't ever cum so quickly, you are really good at that!" "But we still need to take care of you. What do you want?" Emily asked, then narrowed her eyes admonishingly at him when she saw his imagination running wild, "...within reason." "Lay down." Brad directed her. Emily apprehensively complied. She didn't know what to expect when he got like ...