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The Quarterback's Little s****r

This story is going to be long, but I think you guys will like it. They were at it again. Brad and his girlfriend were always very careful when their parents were around, but if it was just his little s****r Emily left in the house they didn't have a care in the world. It was funny too, because Emily and her b*****r never had the 'you won't tell mom and did, will you?' conversation. She could have easily just hinted to her parents what was going on after they left the house. But ultimately, Emily wasn't going to do it. Her b*****r was usually very sweet to her. Besides, if ever Brad did something to really piss her off, she had his afternoons with that awful girlfriend Nancy to hold over his head. One more dramatic moan from Nancy and she couldn't take it any longer. Emily grabbed her phone and running shoes and made for the door. She was relieved to hear only the breeze blowing through their front yard as she closed it behind her. Running was Emily's way of taking her minds off things. As soon as she took her first stride, all of her frustration began to melt away. The fact that her big b*****r was inside fooling around with his obnoxious girlfriend didn't seem to matter anymore when her favorite song came up on her beloved running playlist. Her routine had more than just the benefit of keeping her sane, it was also why Emily was one of the fittest girls she knew. At 5'-3" and 105 lbs., she was proud to be in such good shape; it made a hard run all the easier. And though ...

... she hated to admit it, seeing the eyes of neighborhood boys and husbands follow her as she ran by was something of a rush. Emily didn't have a boyfriend; that was probably part of her frustration with her b*****r and his bedroom antics. It wasn't that she didn't want one, it was more that nobody had come along that she'd felt compelled to start a relationship with. Either they were silly boys her age, eighteen and totally immature, or they were older and with transparently lustful intentions toward her. Emily could see what Nancy saw in her b*****r. He was twenty, smart, handsome and yet very unassuming. Being a quarterback on his college football team probably didn't hurt, but he wasn't a huge jock the way most might have expected. f****y oriented, driven, respectful... Brad was the works. Why couldn't more boys like him approach her rather than the guys she was used to. That's also why she held such high standards for him. Not only was he handsome as heck, with short brown hair and masculine features that already resembled her dad, but he was just an all-around good guy. Nancy didn't deserve him; Emily always felt that Brad had just fallen for her fast like he always did and that he liked the quarterback-cheerleader cliché too. Whatever, she thought, he'd only been with her a few months and she could always hope things wouldn't work out. Emily was wondering if maybe her b*****r would set her up with one of his friends when she rounded the corner heading back to their house. ...