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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... think it makes you even more attractive. Like you know what you want and it means something to you." Emily curled up tightly in her bed. She bit the tip of her thumb, thinking about what her b*****r was telling her. Not only was someone she loved and wholly respected telling her not to worry about something she'd spent all-too-much time agonizing about, but he was also telling her that it made her more attractive. "What about you?" Emily asked, "I mean I guess I know you've done it before." "Yeah, I guess you do..." he said, knowing that Emily had heard him with Nancy before and feeling somewhat bad about it now that she'd told him she was a virgin. "But I wish I thought about it the way you did, or that I could." "What do you mean?" asked his little s****r. "Well when you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend and you have sex, things can just kind of change. Sometimes I wish I could really take time to care about someone before jumping into it. You can do that, at least." He paused, seeming to be hung up on his feelings. "Nancy and I...well... I guess I don't really want to talk about her." Emily could hear some hurt in her b*****r's voice. She felt bad for razzing him all the time about his girlfriend. "It's okay Brad, I know things can be complicated sometimes." He was quiet. "Do you know how much I love you?" Emily asked. "No, how much is that?" Brad said, smiling again. Emily put on the most innocent, girly voice she could, "LIKE...sooooo much," she said. He could almost ...

... hear her smiling through the phone. "I love you too Em." Brad told her. For the moment of silence that followed, both Emily and her b*****r truly wished they weren't talking over the phone but instead being there with each other. It wasn't just that he knew his little s****r would be wearing very little and stretched out alone in her bed, it was also that he wanted to hold her so she could know how much he meant that he loved her. Emily too wondered how he might touch her if they embraced right then. Her skin tingled, wondering what her b*****r might look like after the months of workouts he'd been telling her about. Something told her she'd be intimidated by how big and muscular he'd gotten. She wanted to say something more. The tingling sensation working its way from her core out to her fingers and toes made Emily speak without thinking, "I wish you were here with me," she said. Her fingers traced a path from her neck down to the curve of her breast. Brad could hear something more in his s****r's voice, and though he knew he shouldn't, he wanted her to feel the same thing her words doing to him. "I wish I were there with you too Em." Emily's whole body was feeling warmer. She didn't know what to think about how he was making her feel. "Goodnight little s*s," Brad said after waiting long enough. "Goodnight big b*o," she said, not meaning to sound quite as sexy as she did. "Two weeks," Brad said, right before he hung up, hearing his little s****r say sl**pily, "I can't wait." as ...