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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... as he and the team were finally allowed to exit, he saw his little s****r waiting patiently to follow the team off of the field. As soon as he possibly could, he was going to worship his gorgeous little s*s in every way he could and make her feel as amazing as he did for the second time that day. - [Em... I can't stop thinking about you] Emily's phone buzzed as she pushed her duffel off her shoulder and the door to her dorm room closed behind her. Looking at her phone, the smile returned to her face and Emily fell back onto the couch in the middle of her and Deborah's room. The old sofa her parents had given her when she moved in was the one that she and her b*****r used to battle on in the basement when they were younger. There were pulls all over it and one of the cushions definitely had a big tear in the underside where Brad had once thrown it at her and hit the cabinet instead. This was crazy. Emily could barely think what to write back as she quivered in pure excitement at what had finally happened with her and her big b*****r. He was apparently the man of everybody's dreams, or so all her friends said, but only she had gotten to do what they all wanted to, b*****r or not. For a few moments between halftime and now, Emily had wondered if her b*****r was going to treat what had happened as anything more than the relationship that Brad had with that awful ex, Nancy. But upon receiving his text, and even before that when she saw him staring as he was ushered off the ...

... field after the game, Emily knew everything was going to be okay. -I could barely talk to anybody after we... it was like you made my brain melt!- Emily finally responded. She had truly avoided people as much as she could after what had happened in the locker room. Perhaps her b*****r could go out and win a football game after that, but Emily felt completely overcome by the experience. -You were so amazing out there Brad. Everybody is talking about it.- Brad smiled at his little s****r's compliment, almost seeing the pride on her face like she'd worn when he saw her after he scored the first touchdown in the second half. [I wonder why that is... did you tell them about how you were the MVP?] -The MVP huh? Don't I get some kind of reward for that?- [Anything you want s*s] -Hmm... anything?- [You name it] Brad wondered if he was being too forward, and the pause after he texted her made him feel a bit nervous. They were still in uncharted territory and the last thing he wanted to do was overstep with his little s****r, no matter how badly he wanted to continue what they'd started. [What are you doing right now] He asked, trying to continue the conversation. -Laying on Mom and Dad's old couch. I just got home, what about you?- [Still in the locker room. All of the guys are finishing up showers and I think coach wants to talk to us about the game] -SO MANY NAKED DUDES, SO MUCH TESTOSTERONE.- Emily teased, always giving him a hard time about the easiest stereotypes. [I think you know ...