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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... are you oka...unhhhhh..." he started to say when she let herself slide as far down as she could go. There was no way she could express how full she felt with her b*****r's cock buried almost all the way inside her. Emily tried to kiss her b*****r, but she ended up merely crying and moaning into his mouth. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen her do, and it was only the very first time she'd felt a cock, her b*****r's cock, all the way inside her. "So big..." she breathed, "you're so big Brad..." Brad held her tight as she let her tunnel slowly accommodate his invading rod. "You're inside me..." Emily told him as much as she told himself, "OhhhBrad... I'm not a virgin anymore." Emily was obviously deriving pleasure from it, the knowledge that her b*****r had taken her cherry, or rather she'd given it to him. "Does it feel good Brad?" "God yes... ohEmily," Brad spoke softly to her as he felt the cute teen lifting her hips again. It was all so much. He couldn't believe that he was sitting there in the locker room, fifty feet or less away from his team and fucking his little s****r. He knew it had to be true as the incredibly tight brunette dropped back into his lap. She moaned, tensed and then tried to relax, taking another few seconds with their hips connected to adjust before withdrawing again. Brad wanted it to go on forever. Little by little, Emily was lifting and lowering herself faster onto her b*****r's cock. He pawed at her body, holding her breasts and then dragging ...

... his nails across her bare back as it undulated on top of him. Knowing they didn't have much time, Emily bit her lip and humped her big b*****r faster. The pain was going away, but not entirely. She still felt so unbelievably full each time her mound came into contact with Brad. So Emily held tight to his shoulders, almost digging her nails into them as he penetrated her each time. Not only was he so big but he was reaching so deeply inside her that Emily wondered if it was her cervix that she could feel his engorged tip prodding against on each thrust into her. She hugged his shoulders tighter, thrusting her tits together. She could feel the dampness from the hard work in his first half between his pecs, the scent of his sweat turning her on as she realized she was now the cliche'd cheerleader fucking the quarterback. Her breasts shook, her abs rippled and Brad was utterly mesmerized by the gasps and whimpers escaping his little s****r's mouth. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and getting messier each time she dropped onto him and felt his cock impale her. All too soon, Brad felt like he was going to cum. "Emily, you gotta... you gotta stop," he warned her worriedly, "I'm close." Emily pulled him with her tiny hand on his chin so he was looking right into her eyes. She only paused a second before wordlessly sinking back into her b*****r's lap. He knew what she intended to do, and it floored him. "It's okay Brad," she whispered, "you can cum in me...uhhh... I'm on the ...