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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... got a little release when he needed it and she got to parade him around when she wanted to. And just like that the season was over. The hype continued for a few weeks after their last game. He had to do some interviews and a couple articles for newspapers and magazines. He was no international star, but the college team fanatics demanded plenty of him. The holidays came and went, busy as usual. And before they knew it, both Emily and her b*****r were well into the second half of the school year. Sometimes he couldn't make it on Friday nights to be home with his little s****r. Brad had loaded up his second semester with classes to make the workload easier during the football season. He felt awful, but she understood, and it made him love her all the more. But when he did make it home, it was awesome. It seemed like every time he saw her, Brad was getting even closer with his little s****r. And she just kept getting more beautiful. She was only recently eighteen, and every day she got more aware of her body and how to carry herself. Each day on his way home, Brad guiltily looked forward to what his little s****r might wear that night. Sometimes he wondered if the two of them were toying with each other, playing with the possibility that one of them might do something rash. But he knew how happy it made Emily to have someone like him that she could completely rely on to make her feel comfortable; he didn't want to ruin that. He didn't know that Emily was struggling to respect ...

... him in the same way. But they loved their time together so much that it really didn't matter. They were starting to talk on the phone somewhat regularly too, or at least text when he hadn't seen her in a while. Both of them were so busy with schoolwork, sports and training that they marked their weeks by when they talked to or saw each other. Sooner than both Brad and Emily could have imagined, pages of the dog calendar their mother hung in the kitchen flipped by and the summer was upon them. Brad had been doing almost daily training for the upcoming football season. He'd never expected for his responsibilities to become quite so important to him, his coaches or his team. Add to that finishing up a semester of college, and his schedule was chock-full. The first week of summer would be a much needed breather, but then it would be off to summer training camp. He even got time to spend with his f****y and a few days of hanging out with only his little s*s. They took a day out on the lake together, went to dinner one night and he'd even agreed to go shopping with her on the day before he was to leave for summer training camp. "I don't want you to go." Emily said, with her big, green, puppy-dog eyes looking teary. She really was dreading that this would be the first summer she didn't get to spend with her b*****r. "Do you have to?" Emily asked sadly, feeling her b*****r's big strong arms wrap around her in the middle of the department store. "I don't want to leave you Em, but I ...