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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... that and think I won't want to have more." Emily giggled mischievously. Her b*****r was exposing a sexy, nefarious side of her that surprised her more every day. "I gotta go you big lug," she said, trying feebly to push him off of her. Brad rolled to his side and both of them looked at Emily's glistening pussy at the same time. There was shiny white all over it: on her mound, clit, in the little slit between her lips. It looked just like it might if Brad had simply urged his cock inside of her and shot his cum there instead. Emily was pretty sure she was hoping for that next. She quietly climbed out of bed, giving her big b*****r a quick kiss on the lips before she did. "Have a good game, big b*****r." She said, lingering only an inch from his face. Emily looked down one more time and then back up at him with an utterly mischievous look on her face, finally shimmying her panties back up to cover what she and her b*****r had done. She turned to give him a short glance at her backside with a naughty smile. Brad was awe-struck, spent and totally in love as he watched her go. The door soon opened and he was left to his thoughts, thoughts entirely devoted to Emily. - Just as she expected, Brad played perfectly the next day. He was getting better; everyone said so. Emily was not even sure that was possible, but she didn't know that much about football. From the looks of things, Brad was doing everything right. At the third quarter their team was up one touchdown and not at all ...

... willing to give up the lead. He looked so good. He was strong and practiced, and every time he took off his helmet she loved how he looked with sweat across his brow and his hair all disheveled. Sometime in the fourth, there was a drive that put the offense close to the cheerleading team. Emily had been watching her b*****r all game, and the closer they got, the more excited she felt. Brad had the ball on third down and he ended up keeping it and running upfield. She loved it when he did that; he was so fast! The play took him right toward the sideline and he got the first down before being tackled out-of-bounds right in front of the cheer team. Some of the girls screamed as Brad's helmet came off in the hard tackle and they jumped out of the way to avoid getting bowled over by the two laboring athletes. Emily stayed put and her big b*****r ended up close enough for her to help him up. She felt daring. Doing her best to help her b*****r to his feet and getting in close she spoke into his ear. Everyone else just assumed she was encouraging him; only Brad and his s****r knew what she said. "Next time..." she breathed into his ear, "I want you to fuck me." Someone else was handing her b*****r his helmet and Emily had only a second to catch his gaze. Brad's eyes got so wide she thought he might faint. He almost did, too, until one of his teammates clapped him on the back and told him to shake off the tough tackle. Nobody suspected a thing. But Brad scored the next touchdown with a ...