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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... risked losing his girlfriend and then eventually lost her and any of the physical aspects that came with... all for his little s****r. As she looked at him now, her handsome, strong and unflinchingly loving b*****r, Emily was enamored. Yet, it took her until hours later, when he was lying face-down in his usual spot on the carpet in the living room, before she could build up the confidence to say anything. Feeling guilty, Emily hadn't changed into anything more revealing. Unbeknown to her, Brad had been drooling over her since the minute he'd walked in the door. But now, she wondered if she should have put something on to make him more agreeable. "Brad," she said timidly, straddling his back. "can I ask you something?" "Duh," he joked, with his face pressed halfway into the carpet. Emily paused. Her heart had been beating faster in anticipation of this moment, but now it felt like it might explode. "I heard something... the other day..." she started. "...yeeessss?" Brad prodded "I heard some girls talking, about you..." she continued. Brad could hear the concern in her voice so he maneuvered, quite impressively, under his s****r's straddled position so he was facing her. She looked enticing with her legs spread right over his lap and her shorts bunched up even higher on her tanned legs. Brad thought immediately that he might have made a mistake now that his manhood was getting the full brunt of the eighteen-year-old's sexiness. "...and...what did they say?" Brad felt like he ...

... was dragging it out of her. "Well, they seemed to think that you weren't playing well because... you weren't..." Emily hesitated again, seeing her b*****r look up at her impatiently. "...getting any." Brad laughed. It was a common theory. Brad somewhat believed the sentiment himself; that's why he'd always asked Nancy over to the house before he expected to hang out with his little s****r who would inevitably be tempting him over the course of the night. Of course people at school were going to speculate that his breakup with Nancy was causing him some issues. "So what, you're wondering if it's true? If Nancy is the reason I'm not playing well? I bet she's the one you heard saying that in the first place, right?" Emily paused for so long that he had to shake her hips with his hands to get her to speak. "Well yes, but that's not it," now for the hardest part. Again she paused. "Come on Em', spit it out!" "I thought that, maybe... you know... I could help you if you needed." At first Brad didn't say a word. His brain seemed to go numb with disbelief. His first reaction was to simply look at her, his gorgeous little s****r, perched right on his lap. He couldn't believe she was suggesting it, even if he'd been secretly lusting for her. What was she suggesting, that he just do what he wanted with her... take off that tiny tank-top of hers and reveal her small, naked body to him like he'd imagined. Both of them felt his cock throb beneath Emily's seated butt. "Em... I... we..." he ...