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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... Emily had laid on the couch, enamored, for a few minutes. But not for long, because suddenly she was feeling giddy and nervous like a girl who had finally gotten the attention of a boy in her grade. She got in the shower and shaved her legs, washed every inch of her body and then stared in the mirror primping and preening for what seemed like forever. Emily felt particularly relieved that the hazing of the day before had included a spa trip and wax because she could feel how smooth her pussy was as she rubbed lotion onto her skin from head to toe. After texting her roommate to ask if she could sl**p somewhere else that night and tidying her room, Emily wore only a towel and waited patiently for her b*****r to arrive. Doing his best to be inconspicuous, Brad put the hood of his sweatshirt up and took the stairs rather than the elevator to his s****r's floor. He checked the hallway and had to wait for two girls to walk into their rooms before rushing over and turning the handle to his little s****r's room. He closed the door behind him and backed up against it, letting out a deep breath he'd been holding. The sound of the door opening made Emily's heart jump. She knew he was coming, knew what they intended to do: something they had technically already done it earlier that day. But this time felt different. They hadn't yet met on any day other than a Friday before the game. They had only touched each other on the premise that it was in some way a service to the football team. ...

... Before, it was like they had an excuse, but as Emily stood up and watched her b*****r turn the lock on the door behind him, she knew that he was there for her and only her. Brad watched his little s****r stand up from the couch with a towel wrapped around her. She was adorable. Petite, youthful and so nervous - he could see it on her as she stood there shaking. He almost felt bad as he saw the body language that seeming to be praying he would approve of her. That was, until Brad watched his little s****r tug at the towel and drop it around her feet. It felt like the first time he'd seen her naked... wait, was it? His head was all jumbled up as she stood there next to the old green couch and turned a little bit, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly and causing her breasts to perk up for his view. "Come here little s*s," Brad instructed her She sidled over to him and Brad immediately put his hands on her shoulders. The room was cold, and little goose-bumps were showing up on her skin, but his hands felt instantly warm. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Brad assured her. She smiled, nuzzling her head against his arm. Feeling some of the confidence of earlier that day returning to her. "What if some other boy had decided to stop by before I could get here, huh?" "Well I probably wouldn't have gotten naked for him, for one." Emily quipped, grinning. "PROBABLY?" Brad retorted. "I definitely wouldn't have let him fuck me if that's what you're asking?" Emily implied. ...