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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... sure enough, the cheerleading team was walking through the doors one by one, each of them more seductively dressed than the last. Brad almost hoped he would not see his little s****r walk through that door. And when she did, he knew his worries had been justified. She wasn't wearing the most edgy outfit of her teammates, but Brad wondered if everybody saw what he did. It didn't matter what she was wearing, because Emily had this incredible glow to her. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed like the whole place got quieter when she walked in. She had on a blue top, loose and with a pattern like the surface of rippling waves that hung from two thin cords over her shoulders. It stopped just below the top of her shorts, which were what Brad couldn't tear his eyes from. They were this tiny white pair that came just higher than usual with three buttons looking like they were struggling to hold on. Obviously, they barely made it lower than her butt, drawing his eyes between his s****r's thighs and the daydream of what might be underneath. He watched the young brunette walk in and look around. She stood up on her toes to see over the crowd, showing more of her cute stomach to him while she searched expectantly. Emily's eyes gleamed when they found her b*****r's; she could tell he had seen her first. "Hey!" She said when she walked over to him, "how come you just let me stand there looking around like a dummy!" "Maybe because I couldn't believe what you were wearing! How am I ...

... supposed to relax with my little s****r walking around looking like that?" Emily smiled apprehensively, "what's the matter, you don't like it?" Brad's raised eyes and the way he'd placed his hand on Emily's back momentarily, so that they felt his warm hand against her bare side, answered her question instead. Both of them had had a little to drink before getting to the bar; they had to be careful. "Don't worry big b*****r, my Friday's are already taken..." she said only to him. Emily knew she couldn't spend the night hovering around her b*****r. In truth, it was kind of exciting to Emily to talk to another boy and wonder if her b*****r had seen. Whenever she looked his way, a girl seemed to be throwing herself at the quarterback, but when Emily caught her b*****r's eye she knew he was focused elsewhere. They hadn't only shared that one encounter in the bathroom. It felt now like everything was connected: their many years growing up, the Fridays they'd spent together for years now... Even this trip to the bar was a part of a long and significant relationship that confused Emily and yet left her excited for what might come next. Brad could see what he wanted, she was standing right across the bar from him, but he needed to be gentle, to respect her and be ready if she drew a line he couldn't cross. At one point in the night, the slightly intoxicated teenager had made her way back over to her b*****r and his friends. A whole group of football players stood around both of them. It was ...