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

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... really want to be at my best for next season. It's gonna be a big year for me." He said regretfully, holding her close enough to catch the subtle scent of shampoo in her soft, brown hair. "We can talk or text any time you want." he promised her, pulling back and staring into her sad eyes. That only made her feel marginally better, but she shook her head knowingly. Brad held his s****r for a while as they walked through the store. She picked out a new pair of sweatpants that admittedly excited Brad, reminding him of how she usually looked when she'd be wearing them and the time they spent together... how they rode low and her hip bones were often revealed to his wandering eyes as she laid in front of him on the couch. "What do you think? She said, coming out of the changing room for the third time. Emily saw her b*****r jump when he looked up from the green sweatpants he recognized as the one's she'd picked out. Suddenly, he was looking away like his eyes were burning. "EMILY!" He said, looking back toward her through his hand. "WHAT?" She mocked, giggling. "You can't wear that out here!" He was probably right, she had on the sweatpants, as low as she possibly could wear them. The lines of her toned abdomen led down to what was likely a totally bare pussy based on what her b*****r could see. But the top wasn't a top at all. It was a sexy, black bra. The lace revealed much of her breasts to her b*****r's eyes. He'd always been totally caught off guard by how amazing his ...

... s****r's tits were, but this was more than she'd ever let him see. "Oh you can look Brad, stop being such a wuss." He did slowly look back in his little s****r's direction, but it felt like he shouldn't. Yet, as soon as he saw how the black lace pushed his s****r's breasts upward and most of the demi-cup left her chest bare, Brad wasn't about to look away. "So... what do you think?" "Incredible..." he said, unwittingly. Emily's breasts had been amazing for years, and now that the rest of her body had caught up, he was like a helpless puppy. "The sweatpants and the bra?" she asked with a huge grin. Brad was so embarrassed. He'd literally just complimented his little s****r's tits, her beautiful body... no question there. Thank god she'd let him off the hook. "I think you should buy them, both of them." He said without flinching. Emily had never felt sexier. As her b*****r pretended, poorly, that he wasn't looking up and down every inch of tanned skin she'd revealed to him, she realized how loved it made her feel. Plenty of guys had complimented her before, but nobody made her knees feel weak the way that Brad did. She turned around and headed back to the changing room after being sufficiently convinced that he'd liked what he saw. Brad almost exploded when he saw the dimples in her lower back and then their eyes met quickly before Emily perked her little butt up for him once and then closed the door behind her. Brad had to take a deep breath. What on earth had gotten into him? And ...