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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... where I would be if I didn't have to be here] Again, Emily waited to send something back. She knew he was hoping for her to play into his implications but it felt good to string him along. 'Make him work for it,' Emily repeated in her head. [Are your girlfriends all going out tonight?] Brad asked -They said they were, but I'm thinking of staying in- Brad felt like begging to come over. He was near shouting into his phone. -I'm looking at that spot on the couch that mom had to patch when you burned it with a firecracker right now. You're still a huge pyro aren't you?- [Duh.] Brad responded. Some of the guys were beginning to get clothes on and wander over toward the space where they usually gathered. He didn't want to stop texting his little s*s, but the coach had a strict no-phones policy for this kind of thing. -I love having this couch in my dorm, so many memories, so much stupid stuff we did in that basement- God did Brad love her. She was right, they had made so many memories together in that basement. Growing up, they'd fought and played together for hours on end down there, left alone to their own devices and to keep each other company. Somewhere along the line, he'd grown much bigger, and she much prettier and all the while he'd built up a love for her that meant he'd do anything to protect and take care of her. And now Brad was imagining his little s****r laying out, wearing the tank-top she usually did after games and a pair of team gym shorts she always managed to ...

... roll a few times at the waist. Her lithe little frame would be stretching out and her smooth feet, with those delicate toes working their way under the arm-pad at the end. She wasn't exactly the same little s****r who he'd held down on the couch until she shouted uncle. Maybe she was, he just wanted to be on top of her for an entirely different reason. His phone buzzing in his hand brought Brad back to the present. -I think I know what I want as my prize for being the MVP.- [What's that?] Brad texted as his coach called them over to huddle up. -I want you to come over so we can play together on the couch tonight...- He was looking down at his phone and his heart was beating faster and faster as he approached the gathering team. -Only I'm gonna be naked and mom and dad won't come down to check on us.- - Words were said, players were congratulated for spectacular play, the team huddled and broke apart and all the while Brad was thinking of Emily. He couldn't help it; the thought of her lying on that old couch without a thing on, and waiting for him to come over made him mad with excitement.[U2] She was his baby s****r, his own adorable college girl, and an unbelievably hot one at that. At a time when every girl at school would claw each other's eyes out to get with him, Brad wanted nothing more than to rush off and meet his beautiful, eighteen-year-old s****r in her dorm as promised. She wasn't exactly waiting for him. In the time after she'd texted her b*****r what she wanted, ...