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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... I need a little time!" She smacked him again when she saw him smile like he knew he wasn't supposed to have done that. "Did you like cumming in me?" she purred. "Um... duh," he retorted, making Emily roll her eyes. "I guess that was obvious, you came so much! I can feel it like...everywhere." It made both Emily and her b*****r look downward again. He was still lodged inside her and the knowledge was heartwarming to them. Brad decided to finally withdraw, and though it caused his little s****r to growl in protest, he slowly slid his cock out inch by inch; he'd put it back later. The naughty brunette may have loved seeing her b*****r's cock inside her, but she had no idea how sexy it would make her feel to see what followed. Right behind Brad's tip peeked a bead of white cum, her b*****r's cum, from between her tiny lips. Little by little it snuck out while they both watched. Emily wiggled her thighs together and it made even more sperm flow out. Brad marveled at his little s****r's incredulous, open-mouthed stare. She looked like the little s****r he remembered again, fawning over some present she hadn't expected to receive. It made him unspeakably happy to cause that feeling in her again. Emily lay there with her b*****r's spunk working its way out, at least the amount of it that wasn't still spread over every little bit of the eighteen-year old's insides that there was to coat. When she looked at her b*****r again, she could see that the way she felt about it was mutual. ...

... They knew exactly what they had done, the evidence was plain enough: thick and white on Emily's thigh. They knew that they had done something forbidden that would change their relationship forever: the tangible passion between them revealed that. But most importantly, Emily and Brad knew it was exactly what they wanted, like maybe they'd always been meant to end up as they were now. "Will you stay with me tonight?" Emily asked him sweetly. "Ahhh, I don't know," Brad said, raising his arms over his head and stretching, "I was thinking I might go out with the guys...:" Emily scoffed, hurt. Brad let his teasing sink in, shrugging and letting her believe he might be serious. Finally he reached over and pulled Emily so she rolled partially atop him, flopping there like she had no intention of showing him any affection. "Of course I'm staying with you Em'," Brad assured her. "You didn't really think I'd leave did you?" "Well I don't know!" She said in a kind of sing-songy voice. "You're some kind of big-deal quarterback now, maybe you didn't want to be stuck in all night with your little s****r or something." "You're a little more than that to me now, don't you think?" Brad asked. Emily was silent for a few seconds before looking up at him innocently. "Just a little more?" She asked. "A lot more," he corrected. Emily and her b*****r lay there, thinking hard about what was happening between them and wondering longingly what might be next. Both of them were exhausted, so they slowly ...