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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... "You say that, but we did it before every game last year..." she'd continued, but Emily didn't want to hear it. No way. There was no way that hooking up with that blonde bimbo before their Friday nights together was helping her b*****r win. Emily kept repeating that to herself all week until Friday arrived. But at some point, she hadn't believed it anymore. He'd always been so quick to shoo Nancy out the door on Fridays, but he HAD invited her there week after week anyway. And she was right; as far as Emily knew, her b*****r hadn't been hooking up with anyone else. In fact, Emily had only succeeded in teasing her b*****r with her skimpy clothing, certainly not helping him get any relief. Could it really be her fault? It seemed ridiculous. And then came the next thought - far more questionable than the last. Who was going to 'tend to her b*****r' now that she couldn't expect Nancy to do it before she came home that Friday. As far as she knew, Emily would be the only girl around, the only one Brad was technically allowed to see. He could start seeing another girl, but she knew her b*****r and he didn't just start sl**ping with somebody because he needed to get some ass. The thought that it might be up to Emily to... relieve him... and more so than just giving a back massage seemed crazy to her. Brad would never go for it. They were b*****r and s****r; no way! Emily thought. But by the time she arrived home on Friday, Emily had debated with herself a thousand times about it. ...

... She'd been hinting her b*****r toward something for a long time, always knowing that he'd never cross the line with her. But what if she told him it was okay to? She'd sensed that he was hard that one day on her bed. She'd seen him looking. She'd felt his hands touching her back in ways a b*****r wasn't supposed to after he'd unhooked her bra.. What if he wanted something and she was just being naive or self-centered. What if it was way easier than she was making it out to be. Brad could tell something was up with his s****r when he got home, despite her pretending. "Do you know how excited I am to see you on the sideline tomorrow Em'?" he asked, eliciting a huge smile from his s****r. The way she looked right then was how he wanted to picture her always. A big smile, flashing her teeth because she couldn't help herself. A cute, white tank-top, comfortable little shorts and her body language telling him that she'd been waiting to see him all week. It was crazy that they didn't see each other more often, going to the same school and all, but they were just so busy with the beginning of the school year and their respective activities. Seeing her now, with that radiating energy she carried with her everywhere she went, her perfect breasts stretching the neckline of her top, and legs that went on forever... he wondered why he didn't find the time. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Are you k**ding," she shot back confidently, "I was ready for this since your first game." "I knew it," Brad ...