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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... each other in ways that they weren't supposed to. But imagining Emily wearing even less on top of Brad than just the pair of sweatpants she had been was a dream they both shared that night, 'supposed to' or not. Just before the game the next day, Emily got an email that she was to attend a different cheerleading practice on Monday. She was going to be cheering on the football field at their home game in two weeks! Emily was ecstatic and wanted badly to tell her b*****r, but decided to let him focus and wait until after the game. There was a lot of talk about how the football team would play in their first home game. There was seemingly equal coverage of Brad and how he would perform starting his first full season. Emily was perfectly confident that he would blow the competition away. And he did... for a time. He started strong, very practiced in every play. They went into the half leading, but Emily's dad wasn't impressed. "He looks a little off today, don't you think?" said her father. "You know honey, I noticed that too. What do you think is up?" Emily's mom asked. She wracked her brain. Suddenly, Emily hoped that the way she'd teased her b*****r wasn't the cause. She felt guilty all of the sudden. Perhaps it hadn't been fair to him for her to flaunt herself like that. It was selfish. His attention made Emily feel good and she hadn't taken him into account. It was especially bad considering Brad wasn't with his girlfriend anymore. "Did you notice anything last night Emily?" ...

... Her mother asked. "No, not really mom. He was just as happy to be home like he usually is." Emily assured them. And she wasn't lying. Aside from being a bit downtrodden about breaking up with Nancy, he'd been very playful and content with her the night before. Yet, when he came out for the second half, the same rustiness seemed to be staying with him. Perhaps it was the team. Nobody seemed to be blaming Brad for the way their offense was playing, but before long they were losing. And then the fourth quarter was nearly over. And then... the whistle blew for the end of game and Brad's team had not done enough. He was understandably bummed when they met him on the field after the game. "Sorry b*o," Emily said compassionately, feeling him wrap his arm around her side and walk toward the locker rooms with their parents. She looked cute in her little, team t-shirt, but Brad wasn't really in the mood to check her out just then. "Yeah... " he said dejectedly, "I don't know why we couldn't pull that one out... damn." "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, you promise?" Emily asked, looking up at him hopefully. "I won't." He said. "Maybe I'll just beat you up." That elicited a smile from his s****r, but Emily could tell his heart wasn't in it. She felt bad for him; he was probably internalizing what was just an off performance by the whole team. "See you soon?" Emily asked, "Next Friday at the latest?" "...away game," Brad sighed. "But the week after for sure." He squeezed Emily's ...