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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... other as they lay on the rug being overcome by their mutual climaxes. It felt like it would never end, or maybe Brad didn't want it to. Every time he pumped another rope of semen into his teenage s****r's pussy, she seemed to quake and pant again. He wanted to watch her like that as long as possible. Emily's face was flushed, her eyelids fluttering with her head rolled back. Her chest heaved against her b*****r as he tried not to put too much weight on her. He felt weak, and he struggled to focus on anything but the squeezing sensation of little Emily's convulsing tunnel. Each time she breathed, her young quim ushered one more defiant rope of white from her big b*****r's cock. Even when he had no more to release inside her, Emily's orgasm didn't seem to want to end. He could only watch her, wince when her tunnel massaged him again, and marvel at how beautiful she looked with the mane of hair about her head and the glisten of sweat on her cheeks. She was something out of a dream: too adorable, too petite, too alluring to really be his little s****r... his little s****r who he remained buried inside on that dorm room floor. She finally spoke to him, "I love you," she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. Brad leaned down and kissed her collarbone, then her neck, her cheek and finally a peck on her lips. "Love you too," he promised her back. Emily finally opened her eyes. Seeing her b*****r above her brought a smile to her face. She felt wonderful... warm and protected ...

... under his gaze. He was still hard inside her and she could feel all that cum he'd squirted into her trying to work its way out, though it would have a hard time finding a way with how well her b*****r's penis filled her tiny tunnel. Her b*****r: the now famous... well, somewhat famous quarterback that every girl would be dying to get their hands on. A guy who could have been out scooping up girls on that Saturday night. Instead he'd snuck into HER dorm room, spent the night with ONLY her, and from the way he was looking at her now she didn't believe he had any intention of seeking another. "You made me cum TWICE...AGAIN!" Emily yelled, almost sounding like she was scolding him. Her b*****r laughed and then his face showed of pride. He'd never had sex like that with any past girlfriends. "I know, I guess I just liked seeing you so much the first time." Emily was running his fingers over his arms as they held him off the floor around her. She giggled when she saw Brad staring at her breasts like he usually did. "No," Emily corrected him, "it happened when I felt you cumming in me! It was like one minute I wasn't and then all of the sudden it was so warm and...fuuuuck!" Brad couldn't help himself, hearing his baby s****r talk about the feeling of him cumming in her pussy, he simply had to shove a little harder against her. They were already touching at the hips but she could feel him push in just a bit more. "BraAAAD!" She yelled, slapping her hand against his shoulder, "dooooonn't, ...