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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... this, but it turned her on to no end. Soon Emily was laying down and watching as her b*****r got on top of her. It made her nervous; she was worried that he would want to have sex with her. Did she want to? Would she be ready? Would it hurt? "Do you want me to take these off?" Emily asked. Brad nodded, leaving his little s****r wondering what he had in mind. "We're not going to have sex, are we?" Brad smiled lovingly, "No Emily, I was just going to kinda rub against you. I'm not gonna last very long." Emily smiled with a sigh, not exactly sure that she was relieved. Her b*****r helped her pull the very wet pair of underwear off until she was totally bottomless. "Fuck Em'!" Brad whispered to her after he looked at her bare pussy. Again it was dark in the room, but he could see her tiny lips were totally smooth and bare. "You're really pretty down there too." Emily shrugged, totally bashful to hear her b*****r compliment her about it but crazy about him that he had. Knowing that Brad was the first to see her young pussy made Emily indescribably happy. And the look on his little s****r's face was even cuter when she felt Brad's cock actually touch her bare skin. 'Oh my god,' she thought, it was so close to the real thing. They couldn't do that! She was so conflicted, and then her b*****r wiggled his cock against her clit. Emily twitched as she felt her b*****r's head on her. Soon he was moving more deliberately, a couple of inches at a time sliding against her soaked pussy. It ...

... was quiet enough that they could hear the sound it made when his shaft glided between her lips. The little brunette was totally at her b*****r's mercy. She knew that if he wanted to, he could just change the angle of his approach and push his cock into her opening. What if he did... if he didn't ask for permission and just fucked her... She would be so mad at him, but then... maybe not. Emily hadn't expected it to feel so good, but knowing her b*****r was totally in control and they were so incredibly close to engaging in the most sincere form of i****t made Emily's whole body buzz. Apparently her big b*****r agreed, because she could feel him wince in pleasure each time he slid his cock against her. She was so beautiful. Brad's little s****r let out the quietest pants and cries each time his head pried at her clitoris. She had on a thin cotton top, wrinkled around her waist and bottomless below. Her cheeks were flushed. She'd only just cum a moment before and it seemed from the quaking of her abdomen that she might again. It had just seemed right, that Brad would finish by only 'pretending' to have sex with Emily. It wasn't so bad if he only touched her from the outside; it was only i****t if he pushed into her. Knowing he was so close to fucking his little s****r excited Brad intensely. The head of his cock was so near her virgin opening and he was about to cum. With one hand on his shaft and the other holding her hips firmly in place, Brad prepared for the inevitable. In ...