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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... nice to feel her b*****r close by her side as the team pretended they weren't gawking at her. And though Brad felt protective of his pretty little s*s, he also had this pang of pride that struck him as he saw each guy entranced by her presence. They only got a moment or two to themselves, and even then Brad couldn't say what he wanted to, or touch her hips or sides with his hand to express the way she was affecting him. It was so new to him, feeling utterly desirous of Emily. Seeing her now, so incredibly attractive in that top and tiny white shorts, Brad wondered if anyone would blame him for being so fixated on her and what was happening between them, regardless of the fact that they were b*****r and s****r. It was a pretty amazing night, always better when Brad had his little s****r by his side, and always a little less bright when she wasn't. "I think I'm gonna go," Emily yelled to one of her friends over the loud music. "Oh really? I was kinda thinking the same thing!" her friend Claire said as she looked around and relayed the message to her teammates. Like Brad had said before, they always moved in a pack. Emily was somewhat disappointed. She had thought maybe, just maybe, she could convince Brad to take her home. She would have played the "I'm d***k and you need to take care of your little s****r," card. Maybe something could have happened during the car ride home, or when they stopped to drop Emily off at her dorm. But it was not to be. Brad looked disappointedly ...

... over the crowd as Emily mouthed, 'BYE' at him on her way out with the rest of the cheerleading team ushering her along. The pack had moved quick. Again, Brad was left wanting more. Emily spent the cab ride home wondering if any of the girls hanging on him would succeed in bedding him. A possessive, selfish part of her hoped that she'd dressed seductively enough to be the only one her b*****r would remember. - -Away game this week...- Emily texted her b*****r during class on Wednesday. [I know. I always hated not spending Friday at home during these.] -Me too.- Emily quipped. -But I'll be with you this time!- Brad had almost forgotten, the cheerleading team travelled to away games! But that didn't necessarily improve anything: Brad had managed to sneak a few minutes with Nancy alone on away weekends, but they'd also been seen a few times and got away with it because well... they weren't b*****r and s****r. [Too bad they keep us on kind of a tight leash, not a lot of alone time.] -Why would we need that? :) - Emily texted back. She secretly loved that he was expecting something. [I guess I'll just have to miss out on the backrub.] He was avoiding the real reason they might need to be alone. [Which is unfortunate because I thought you might like one too.] Or maybe he wasn't! Emily wondered that many times before she was on the bus to the away stadium on Friday morning. They didn't really get a chance to talk or text between then; Brad was probably really busy getting ready for the ...