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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... you're going to hate me for this, but I have to be at school pretty much 24/7 before our first game in a week and a half." Emily's mouth dropped open. She was half-pretending, she'd expected it based on everything he'd been telling her over the phone. When he saw his little s****r crack a grin instead of the big grimace he expected, Brad narrowed his eyes at her. "I know, I won't give you too much shit about it. I'm just really happy you're home!" She said, hugging him again. Brad was truly worried she might feel something in his shorts. "...And so BIG!" she fawned, seeing his worry disappear as she put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. He could tell she was giving him a hard time, acting like one of the many girls he expected to encounter on his first week back. "Will you come back on Friday before the game?" "Well the coach made a big deal about it, but after telling him it was my ritual every time last year... and then you know... we won every game... he gave in." Emily showed her beautiful white smile and it was all Brad had really needed to see that day. He was so glad to be holding his little s****r and know that nothing had changed about how they interacted, even though he knew the way he felt about her had. - The week before school started there were tryouts for the cheerleading team. Emily had been working all summer for her big moment and she knew she was ready. Brad had even walked with her from her dorm to the facility and given her a big hug before ...

... sending her in. She felt all the more confident that he believed in her. "Can I watch?" Brad had asked. "NO!" Emily fired back, she did not want him to see just in case she didn't make it. "Aww Em, you know you're going to kill it right?" he said, hugging her and then pushing her through the door. His touch on her lower back was comforting; it lingered even as she walked out into the gym when her name was called. She needn't have been nervous. The panel of four girls, a coach and an assistant coach were all that was there to watch her do her routines. There were a few routines they published online weeks before, and one that Emily was supposed to compose on her own. Everybody had seemed pleased after she completed the pre-selected routines, but everybody had cheered and clapped when she finished her own. Everybody but one... Nancy. Even though she felt like she'd nailed every part, the fact that someone on the panel had held their applause made her nervous. She hated to admit it, but Emily really was getting her hopes up for being on the cheerleading team. If she was really good, they might even let her cheer for the football team in her first year, but she had to be truly impressive. She was ecstatic to get a callback that day, and to be told that practice started that weekend. Brad told her he knew she'd make it, and that he'd be shocked if they didn't put her on the field with him. When the Friday before his first game finally came around, Emily rushed home. The first week of ...