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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... her and rubbing the stinging spot where his fingers had touched. Deborah looked surprised and totally jealous, "do you know how lucky you are?" she asked, apparently not making much of it. "Are you k**ding," Emily asked, "he's been doing that since we were just k**s. I hate it!" But in truth she didn't really hate it anymore. In truth, she craved every time Brad touched her now, worried it might be too long before he found one reason or another to put his hands on her. She was nervous, no terrified about what she thought might be coming Friday when she and her b*****r were alone at home. But at the same time, it was all she could think about, and it aroused her to no end. When Friday came, Emily got dolled up as much as she possibly could before she left for home. She wore the tiniest pair of soft, blue shorts she owned, a gray tank-top that fit her snugly without a wrinkle... the works. She had a naughty thought in her head that he might not be able to control himself and just attack her when she walked in the door. Emily was on autopilot; she didn't even remember getting in the car. Would it hurt? Would he fit? What if her b*****r didn't like how she felt? What if he didn't want to? A million thoughts were rolling through her head when she pulled in the driveway. At some point when Brad was sitting on the couch waiting for his little s****r to get home, wondering what might happen with her when she did, he heard a commotion in the front yard. Hearing what sounded like ...

... a bunch of screaming, he quickly darted to the front door. A whole group of girls was crowded in the front drive around someone. As they picked her up, all of them laughing excitedly, he saw that his little s****r was getting carried, fighting to a party bus by the rest of her cheerleading team. He'd heard about it, but never knew when the 'hazing' took place. Apparently they went to every bar in town and made the new girls cheer on top of the bars and tables. He was happy for Emily, knowing she'd remember this for a long time, but it was bittersweet. He'd only caught a glimpse of her but Brad's little s****r looked incredible, and he was wondering if she'd gotten all cute just for him. He thought maybe tonight could have been the night that..."shit," he said aloud, defeated. -Brad I'm so sorry...- Emily texted her b*****r when she got a chance on the bus. [Don't be. Have a ton of fun.] She wondered if he was mad at her; she'd promised him something and now she was headed in the complete opposite direction of her amazing b*****r. [I'm gonna be just fine s*s. I mean I'm going to give your captain a ton of shit about taking my s****r away from me on my Friday night but...] She felt so bad. He was probably relying on her, worried about his game the next day, and maybe he really did need to cum to play better the next day. -I'll get home as soon as I can Brad, I just don't know how long that will be- [EM REALLY. Please don't worry about me. Just look extra pretty on the field ...