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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... feeling of her b*****r's cock sliding into her for the first time until he dropped back with the ball. A pass, right into his receivers hands for about 6 yards. The whole crowd, including Emily seemed to sigh in relief at once. Now that that was over, she watched again, remembering this time the way his hands had felt as he held her breasts while she rode him. A handoff to the runningback, who quickly picked up the first down. The crowd was growing louder... more excited Each time her b*****r commanded the ball and the game, it seemed, Emily's heart throbbed and conjured up another fresh memory of what it was like to have her b*****r inside her. In no time flat he had driven the ball all the way down the field and then scored. The whole crowd was on their feet; it was as if a new team had come out of the locker room. Emily knew it couldn't have been her... what they did, that made the difference. But the player that the team was clapping on the back and shoving around in excitement as he returned to the sideline was Brad, and he was all hers. Win or lose, things were going to be completely different for Emily and her big b*****r, and the thought brought her nothing but joy. Brad looked down the sideline to see the bubbly cheerleaders jumping around and chanting, but his eyes were only searching for one: the one with that amazing little rear and the breasts that she couldn't quite hide in her uniform top... the girl who seemed to have a little something extra as she shouted ...

... out the cheers...Brad's little s****r. And she was all his. He could tell that Emily was avoiding looking his way. She was trying hard to focus on her cheers as she felt her b*****r's eyes on her from half the field away. Thousands of people were likely looking at her right then, but Brad's eyes were all that mattered. The things he was going to do to her... A player hitting him on the shoulder was enough to keep his head in the game, and normally a distraction was no good, but with Emily there he simply felt... clear. Brad seemed to know he was going to win this game, he was going to be the leader his team needed and then afterwards, when the crowd cleared, when people stopped texting to congratulate him, Brad was going to somehow find a way to be alone with Emily and make love to her the way she deserved. In the back of his mind for the whole game, he heard the beautiful cries of his little s****r. It made him call for the snap louder, throw the ball harder and use pinpoint accuracy to direct the ball and the team wherever it needed to go. In what felt like no time at all, the game was over. Brad might have had to ask if they won if his team wasn't hollering and rallying all around him when the whistle blew and the ball was in his hand. They'd won. They'd gone into the halftime looking like a bunch of amateurs and come out to teach a lesson. They'd won a game that would establish them a fierce competitor for at least another year to come. Brad's dreams were coming true, and ...