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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... of the nights when they were both talking in bed a couple hundred miles away from each other. "Well that's a little personal, isn't it, Mr. Nosy?" she responded. "Well seeing as how you asked what Nancy looks like naked, I think we're passed being bashful about stuff like this," Brad chided back. He was probably right; Emily was feeling competitive one night when her b*****r told her he'd just hung up with his girlfriend and she wanted to know. She was now confident that her body, especially her chest was sufficiently more appealing to her b*****r (apparently he was a "breasts man") "FINE..." she replied, "I dunno, I guess I just... I haven't met anybody worthwhile yet. And they all want to get in my pants on like, the first date. It's exhausting." "Aww shoot Em, I didn't know that. I mean, you gotta give the guys a little slack though you know?" "Why would I do that??" Emily asked, frustrated "Well, you're... I dunno... you're really..." he couldn't seem to get the words out. "I'm what Brad?" Emily asked, sort-of expecting her b*****r to say something about her being too stuck-up or bitchy. "How do I say this..." he continued, hoping she would give him an out. Emily just waited in silence, wondering what he was trying to say. "Ugh fine." he started, "you're hot Em'. Guys are going to want to hook up with you when they first see you. Frankly I'm worried about it for when you start at school with me." "Oh..." Emily said. Brad wished he could be there with his little s*s so ...

... they didn't have an unknown, uncomfortable silence on the phone. He was glad when she continued: "That doesn't mean they can just be dogs all the time though. One guy actually pulled the car over and asked if I would blow him on the way home from our second date!" "Whoa..." Brad let out, sounding upset "That's not okay... Who is he? What's his name?" Emily smiled when she heard her b*****r getting mad. As much as she would like to see her b*****r pummel that douche bag Eric, Brad wanting to defend her was reward enough. "Oh relax Brad, you'll never need to see him, nor will I." "Hmmph..." He sighed, sounding unsatisfied, "So...did you?" "Did I what?... OH GOD NO!" Emily gasped, "Did you really need to ask?!" She could hear her b*****r laughing on the other end. "No, I figured. I just wanted to rile you up." Emily giggled too, he did always know how to push her buttons. "Can I tell you something Brad?" "Sure Em', anything." "I've never done... 'it'... before." Brad paused a few seconds, trying to process what he'd just heard. Though he hadn't thought his little s****r would ever share something like that with him, a small part of Brad was happy to hear that she was a virgin. "Oh..." he responded, "you know that's totally okay right? A lot of girls get all worried about it but you shouldn't be." "I know," Emily said, "but I just don't want to come off as really prude, like I'm above it or something, I just haven't found the right guy." "...and that's awesome." Brad assured her, "I ...