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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... giggled, half sobbed as their gazes met. "I love you little s*s, and it's only a few months," he assured her. "I know," she sighed, "it's just...ughhhh!" Emily stomped her foot on the ground like she was going to throw a fit. She was so upset to be losing her best friend, even if it was only temporarily. "Just go... you big jerk." "I'm already marking our Fridays on my calendar for next year, and I'll see you on the sidelines too." "Okay," Emily agreed half-heartedly, knowing she still had to make the cheerleading team but flattered her b*****r just assumed she would. "I love you too," she said finally. She jerked when her b*****r kissed her cheek and then squeezed her side like he always did. Watching him walk away, she felt like it was going to be a long summer. - It was tough without him, but not unbearable. A couple times a week they would text about what was going on at the football camp or how Emily was choosing her schedule, this and that. She'd gotten into the state college during Brad's amazing football season and knew she'd be going there from the minute she opened the letter. The program they had for her major was one of the top in the country, so she didn't feel like she was just following her b*****r to the same college. In fact, she was looking forward to them being at the same school. Brad was going to be a junior and Emily a freshman. Despite being very independent and proud of it, Emily had already made some friends due to Brad's newfound fame. Every time ...

... somebody recognized her last name in the programs and orientations she attended over the summer, she felt proud to call him big b*****r. Emily looked forward to the times he would call her on the phone. It was always late at night, sometimes waking her up, but Emily was so glad to see his number pop up that she awoke immediately an answered with an excited "hey big b*o!" Brad could sometimes hear his s****r waking. He imagined that she was wearing one of those outfits from their Friday nights at home. Laying in her bed, maybe in just a tiny pair of underwear she felt sexy in, Brad could hear his little s****r yawn and he pictured her tiny frame stretching out under the covers. Sometimes late at night, their conversations felt so private, almost secretive. Whether it was the fact that they were both in a darkened room with nobody else around or that they weren't wearing much or something else, to Emily it felt kind of naughty. She thought that the way they talked was more like the way she imagined talking to a boyfriend, one she didn't have of course. And Brad didn't have anybody but Em. Nancy would call now and again, but she was... not all that interesting to talk to. Usually, when he hung up with his girlfriend, he couldn't go to bed until he talked to his little s****r, hoping to have some meaningful conversation before he finally turned in. "Hey Em', how come you don't ever let any of those boys you tell me about take you out on more than a date or two?" Brad asked her one ...