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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... Both of them were quiet as they absorbed what she said. Feeling mischievous enough, Emily moved her hand to the long bulge in her b*****r's sweatpants. "Is that what you're here to do big b*****r?" she teased. Looking down in wonder at the path her hand was tracing along Brad's sizable erection. He couldn't resist any longer, Brad had to get his hands on her, his lips, everything. With a hand around his little s****r's waist and one at her neck, he pulled her toward him and joined their lips. At first it was pure need, lust and magnetism that drew them together, but as their lips slowly parted, Emily's tongue found her b*****rs in a way that inspired them to take their time. Emily felt her sibling's hand move its way from her hip to her stomach, and then from her stomach to her ribcage. Finally, he reached her breast and he tested it's weight under his thumb and forefinger before grasping the entire thing. "Uhhhhh..." Emily mewwed into her b*****r's mouth as he touched her, loving the sensation of letting him be in control. His desire was obvious, but his touch was gentle. Slowly he felt her up and she let them take awkward little steps backward toward the couch while still kissing. "Brad," she broke away as her backside touched the couch, "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered with their foreheads touching and his eyes watching her breasts mound together as he massaged them. "Not like I said... not just to help you with your games," she continued. Brad lifted her up, ...

... so easily it scared her, and set her naked bottom on the back of the old sofa. When she looked up, his eyes were directly in line with hers. They could hear girls talking in the hall, ambling to and from the bathroom and getting ready to go out. In the room, it was only them, and nobody knew that beyond her door, a little s****r now sat completely naked and hoping that her big b*****r would soon make love to her. Brad put his finger under her chin the way he had so many times before. "Emily," he soothed her, "I know you have, because I have wanted you for longer than I can remember." "Really?" She asked, with big puppy-dog eyes gazing up at him. "You're not just saying that?" "Duh," he said, making her crack a smile, "and you're not just my little s****r anymore, you're this beautiful girl who knows what she wants and knows how to drive me crazy and..." Emily stopped him with a hungry kiss, grabbing his neck and pulling on it so he'd let her at him. He reveled in her haste, reminding him of how she'd actually been like that since she was little, whether he'd just complimented her for growing up or not. Except now, with her naked little body in front of him, he knew she had. Her breasts, young but full, were very different after eighteen years. Her hips were more womanly, wider and tapered to from her toned abdomen. And those legs she was starting to wrap around him to pull him closer... Brad knew they had not always been so alluring. "I do know what I want," she said between ...