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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... satisfaction, even if their relationships with her b*****r were quite different. "You better go do the same thing to Nancy," Emily whispered when her b*****r put her down, "she looks jealous." Brad sighed knowingly and gave his s****r a hasty, final hug. Saying goodbye to his parents and Emily, Brad ambled over to talk to his cheerleader-girlfriend. Emily couldn't help but notice him looking in her direction over Nancy's shoulder as she was leaving. - After that, things kind of blew up. People went on and on about how poised her b*****r was in the game despite having very little experience. The next week he started in the away game and they won. It was a close game, and Brad made some mistakes, but watching him on television she couldn't help but see all of the strengths that people had been touting in the write-ups of his first big performance. Emily congratulated her b*****r via text and he quickly responded that he was looking forward to a Friday at home the next week. -I bet you would have made that pass at the end of the first half if you had a shoulder massage!- [I bet you're right. Do you think I'm a big loser for wanting to hang out with my little s****r on a Friday night?] Emily felt herself blush, even though she was alone in her room with the lights off. -Are you k**ding, a loser? Did you SEE the game I just did?- -Oh that's right... you were that stud quarterback who WON it!- [Thanks Em, I can't wait to see you next week.] God did he love his little s****r, Brad ...

... thought. He was in a cab on the way out to celebrate the victory that night, and all he could think about was how great it would be to talk through all the plays the way he had on the phone with Emily after his first game. Inevitably there would be a thousand girls throwing themselves at him that night, but Brad felt sure none of them could match his little s*s. Maybe he was wrong, but first and foremost they were hungry to sl**p with a football player, and most of them wouldn't even be as attractive as Emily. If only she wanted that too, then he'd really have the whole package. 'Ugh,' he shook off, it was probably the booze talking. Emily wished they'd seen his potential from the very start. Her b*****r started and won every game for the rest of the season, which was already more than half over when he'd first come out onto the field for that fateful second half. Because they had enough losses before that, there wasn't much left to make of their season when Brad stepped in, but there was a lot of talk about the season to come. And each week, each home game at least, Emily and Brad hung out just the two of them for as much time as they could. She couldn't stand that he insisted on Nancy coming over, hearing them in his bedroom after she got home from school, but glad to see her leave shortly after. Brad had actually insisted that their parents give him time to himself (with Emily...and Nancy) and they'd obliged given his success on the field. Their time together was usually ...