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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... time with his little s****r. Their parents always did date night on Friday, so they'd only be home shortly before he went to bed. Sometimes Brad felt guilty, but more and more he was seeing his little s****r in a... different light. She'd grown up fast. Not only was she more mature, but her body was too. He was often confused by how much he enjoyed having her around. He tried to reason that being near to a pretty, youthful brunette was always going to be desirable. She just happened to also be his s****r, and as long as he kept his hands to himself everything would be fine. Typically that's the way things worked out. Yet, Emily felt just as comfortable as her b*****r did around her. So as she sat there massaging his naked shoulder, and seeing how huge and muscular he'd gotten since starting college, Emily had some of the same issues her b*****r did. She too loved being around him, and not just because of how much he made her laugh or how she could talk to him about anything. She loved massaging his back because it was the closest she'd really gotten to an attractive guy, and this one didn't try to touch her ass or her boobs whenever he got the chance. She was only wearing a crop top and her favorite sweatpants that she rolled and wore low at the waist when she remembered her b*****r had made a comment about dressing inappropriately around him. Emily had brushed it off... and then worn seemingly less every time he was over after that. Hey, she thought, if he could get off ...

... while their parents were out and then get a massage out of her, she could at the very least feel sexy and totally comfortable at the same time. His stare didn't bother her one bit. The next day was incredible. Brad wasn't a starter, so he'd begun the game uniformed but sitting on the bench. He was only a sophomore, but next in line to start as quarterback for the prestigious college team. Things weren't going well for the starter. He fumbled in the first quarter. The offense struggled and only got one field goal out of four or five possessions in a row as the first half was nearing its end. When the QB threw his second interception and the whistles sounded the end of the half, Emily was buzzing in her seat that her b*****r might get his chance. He'd played before, but nothing more than a quarter or a few minutes here and there. They went into the locker room and Emily's mom touched her on the shoulder. "Wouldn't it be so great if your b*****r started the second half?" She said, looking excited. Emily's heart beat faster, "You think he will dad? Do you think Brad is going to start?" Her dad raised his eyebrows and said, "I know what I'd do if I was the coach... he just might." "You think he's ready?" Emily's mom asked her father. A passing memory took Emily as her parents chatted about her b*****r's workout routine. Nancy had said something that other day when she'd overheard them. "...gotta make sure you're ready," she'd said, or something like that. Why was she remembering that ...