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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... what about her? God damnit did she look breathtaking in even the simple two pieces of clothing. Why did she insist on flaunting it in front of him, and why was he feeling so much like touching her? Emily walked out of the dressing room wearing what she had on before she went in. Somehow seeing her clothed now got him just as excited. Even the cute flannel shirt and tank-top she was wearing made her beautiful, and he wondered if he'd see the bra and sweatpants she was holding in her hand again before he left. When Brad stood, his little s****r stopped him before he could exit the changing rooms. Nobody was around; it felt private... intimate as she placed hand on the middle of his chest. Emily rested her head against him and wrapped her free arm around his back. Everywhere she touched he was just...solid. When his arms encircled her she felt that familiar tingling coursing through her, made stronger as she sensed the strong beat of his heart against her hand. "I'm really going to miss you, you know that, right?" She said quietly, like she didn't want anyone else to hear. "I know little one, I'm going to miss you too." Before he could do or say anything else, Emily stood up tall and kissed him right on the lips. His face had been downturned and his eyes closed as he held her; he didn't even know it was coming. But her lips were so soft. There was a hint of sweetness on them, and they moved ever so slightly. He shouldn't have been kissing his little s****r that way, with his ...

... hands around her and the kiss lasting longer than it could have. But nobody could see them, and nobody had to know who they were. In that moment, the kiss felt like the best way to say goodbye. Emily dropped back from her tiptoes and finally took a breath, realizing how fast her heart was beating. She hadn't planned it, but all of the sudden their lips were together and she didn't want it to end. 'Why did he have to go?' she repeated in her head again and again, knowing the answer but still feeling frustrated. They didn't get much more after that. They talked and laughed and played around for a bit longer before it was time to go. Even after the kiss, everything just felt ...normal...right. She hated that pulling back into the driveway meant they were all that much closer to her b*****r leaving for the summer, but she was finally coping with it. She lay awake that night listening to her dad and b*****r talk in the other room as he packed until she finally drifted off to sl**p thinking of Brad. Emily went with her dad to take Brad to the airport the next day, but there would certainly be no more kissing her b*****r the way they had the day before. She looked down at her feet as her dad was shaking her b*****r's hand and wishing him good luck before heading back to the drivers' seat. "Hey," he said, putting his finger below her chin and lifting it up to him. His heart almost broke apart to see that Emily had tears in her eyes. "Ohhh Em', come on, you're killin' me." She half ...