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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... She was intimately aware of how much her boobs were bouncing in her workout top when she passed Mr. Taylor's house; he was such a creep he might as well have blown her a kiss as she passed him while he was watering his flowers. Emily's tits... They'd been nothing but trouble since they showed up in her early teens. Boys at school stared like they'd never seen breasts before in their lives. Men too: men who were way too old to be gawking at a teenager would pretend they weren't trying to get a look down her shirt. Even her b*****r! Sometimes he would stop in the middle of a sentence if she accidentally showed them too much. Maybe 'accident' wasn't the right word. Brad was the only one she teased on purpose, perhaps because she knew there was nothing he could do about it. When she ran up to the driveway, Brad and his bimbo were on the front porch. "Good luck tomorrow baby," Emily heard her say. "Thanks," her b*****r replied, "I'll see you after the game?" "You'll see me at the game!" Nancy said, standing up tall to kiss her b*****r on the lips. "You know I don't look over there, I can't be distracted." Brad reasoned. "Yea, yea, I get it, Mr. Quarterback can't take his eye off the ball." Nancy said, touching her b*****r lovingly on the chest. Emily couldn't help but laugh at the flirty way Nancy said it. She'd tried her hardest to take her time getting to the door, but she was thirsty and didn't want to listen to it anymore. "O...M...G...ARE-YOU-DONE!" She chanted, mocking one ...

... of the standard cheers "CAN-I-GET-IN-THE-FUCKING-DOOR?" Brad laughed at his little s****r's attitude. He'd seen her running up and knew he'd get an earful when his girlfriend left. "Very funny Emily," Nancy said back, unimpressed, "Though I hope that's not what you'll be trying out with next year." "Ugh..." Emily sighed, cocked her hip and fluffed her ponytail "should I dye my hair blonde instead?" Emily shot a nasty look at her b*****r. He was NOT supposed to be telling anyone on the cheerleading team that his s****r would try out it if she got accepted at his school. Even though she couldn't stand a lot of the girls on the team, she still loved cheering. Being close to the game, getting the crowd engaged, staying in shape - all of it really appealed to Emily and she had her eyes on doing it for her b*****r's team if she got in. Content with the frown on Nancy's face, Emily simply shouldered past her b*****r and headed inside. He took a moment saying his last goodbyes before following his little s****r into the kitchen. He had to take a deep breath when he saw her tilting the bottle back and witnessed a few drips falling onto her chest as she gulped it greedily. The light glisten of sweat on her abs, the tight-fitting workout clothes...oooph. Despite having recently fooled around with his girlfriend, a hot girl was a hot girl, related to him or not. Sometimes he wished his s****r understood that the way he did. "Why do you always gotta give her such a hard time?" Emily almost ...