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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... sit still. Somehow, she'd managed to slip away when the opposing band usually took the field. She might catch hell for it later, but for some reason Emily felt like her b*****r might really need her. 'Who the hell is that,' he thought as he heard a hand on the doorknob to the tiny office. He saw the flash of yellow in her skirt and knew instantly that his little s****r had come; she was the only one who could know where he'd be. "Emily what are you doing here!" He expressed. Not only was nobody else allowed in the locker room at halftime, but she was probably taking a real chance she wouldn't be able to stay on the cheerleading team for disappearing. "Shhh..." she said, shutting the door as soundlessly as possible. Brad wasn't sure he could handle her right now. His head was spinning and full of a million things he needed to be worried about. When he saw her in that freaking uniform, he thought he might explode. There was nowhere else to sit in the room, and it suited Emily just fine. She made a line right for her b*****r and sat down in his lap, facing him. "Emily... the game... I gotta..." he started. Brad's words were quickly stifled by his s****r's lips. Emily took his face in her hands and held him tight as she kept her lips pressed to his with intent. She stayed that way until she felt his upper body relax. His matted hair pressed against her forehead, damp with sweat. She slowly moved her hands to his hair and felt it between her fingers, pulling back. Brad's mind was ...

... beginning to quiet. "Brad," she said, calling for his attention, "look at me." He opened his eyes, he'd been focusing on the feeling of his little s****r's hands in his hair. "It's okay," she spoke softly to him, "relax." Slowly she began dragging her fingers back and forth in his favorite spot behind his ears. Every time she did it, Brad could feel his body letting go of another hit, another botched pass. When Emily was sure that he was really letting go, she decided he needed more. Reaching her hands over her head she quickly pulled off her uniform top and bra all at once. Dim light showed through the blinds in the window as Emily's breasts shook free of the top. When Brad opened his eyes again, his beautiful little s****r was topless and sitting in his lap. She immediately took his hands and put them on her bare, ample breasts. He followed her lead like a wide-eyed c***d. His mind was empty but for the feeling of her, and Emily knew that was exactly what he needed. She cooed as she felt her big b*****r massage each breast with his palm slowly, longingly. Emily knew it was not how they were supposed to be touching each other, how they were supposed to be kissing each other and she certainly wasn't supposed to do what she did next. Sliding off of him, hands grazing his biceps, Emily got to her feet. Her b*****r was watching with a totally dependent wonder in his eyes. He could only stare as he saw his little s****r shimmy to remove the tight spandex under her uniform skirt. ...