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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... the same, a movie and a lot of talking about what was going on in their lives. But for Emily, her feelings were slowly evolving. She couldn't help it. Everybody was talking about him, her parents were so proud, girls at school went on and on about how hot he was. Being that he was quarterback of the state college team, the exposure meant constant reminders of him everywhere Emily went. So her attitude toward him was changing little by little whether she knew it or not. She'd often lay on top of her shirtless b*****r for a long time after kneading his back, just enjoying the deep bass in his voice that vibrated her chest as they bantered. Emily began to crave that time with her b*****r, cuddling seemingly closer every week when they watched a movie. She simply wanted to be with him. And Brad was no dummy. Despite being a big, burly football player, he was actually quite smart, or so he told himself. It wasn't as if didn't notice that his little s****r was not so resistant to touch his back anymore or that she was wearing seemingly less and less every time she came downstairs for their movie. Yet, it still felt... natural. A lot of girls were throwing themselves at Brad nowadays, but Emily had earned his attention rather than exploited it, and he liked giving it to her. There was this one day he'd almost called her out for it. She might as well have been naked... well not quite, but perhaps the fact that he'd never seen her naked and this was as close as he'd get was why he ...

... kept his mouth shut. The underwear was enough to make him shiver: an orange-ish pair of panties, simple but tight at each curve and the gap between her thighs. They had a white edge that he followed with his eyes as it wrapped around her tiny waist and those damned legs of hers. But then the shirt, or was it a sheet? It was this d****d white thing with a big curved neck that exposed her almost from shoulder to shoulder. The tiny sleeves were all that held it up. And of course it didn't reach more than half-way down her upper half. His little s****r's entire midsection, perhaps one of his favorite parts of her, was completely left to his view. Both of the small pieces of clothing looked somewhat transparent. Brad wanted to look long enough to determine whether he was really seeing the dark circles of Emily's nipples or the tiny dark slit at the gap between her thighs, but he tore his gaze away before it became inappropriate. He couldn't believe that you could buy clothing like that, or that his little s****r was wearing it around him. Did it look that good on other girls, because Brad was practically hard during the entire movie and wondering why his s****r would be so brazen around him. Did she know how attracted to her he was that night? Suddenly, he couldn't get Nancy out of the house fast enough on Fridays, though he believed he needed the release on the night before the game. More and more, it seemed like she was just happy to be the girlfriend of the star quarterback; he ...