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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... laughed out loud, wanting to say something about her b*****r giving the dumb blonde a 'hard time' himself. "Hey, if you are gonna bring your ditzy girlfriends around the house when mom and dad aren't home, I'm gonna reserve the right to make fun of them." Brad had difficulty arguing with that. He actually admired his s****r's tenacity, most of the time. She knew what she wanted, she was vocal and rambunctious - everything he wanted in a girlfriend. She was probably right anyway, Nancy didn't really knock him out with anything but her looks. And even then, the girl standing right in front of him was far more attractive. He was pretty sure he'd be able to find someone that was right for him; Nancy was simply right for right now. "Hey Em'," he said to her. She wanted to be mad at him but she loved it when he called her that. "I'm really sorry about the cheerleading thing. Nancy kinda put two and two together and I told her you'd probably try out." "Two and two huh? Did Nancy finally pass remedial math last semester?" Emily quipped, narrowing her eyes after she'd said it. Even though he could see her glare, Brad knew she wouldn't really stay mad at him. She only had a few hours each week, if that, to see her b*****r. He'd come home on Friday and stay the night before his Saturday game. They lived close enough to campus that he would be off before she awoke the next day and went to see him play. Nancy was a part of the weekly routine too, but Brad always got rid of her before it ...

... even got dark. She always wondered how he managed to do it. Emily felt like girls were pretty dramatic when it came to quickies like Nancy seemed to come over for. One weekend she'd heard the stupid blonde say something like, "...if it helps you play better then I don't mind!" She hadn't made much of it then; Emily was simply glad to hear Nancy saying it on her way out. "Yeah yeah, I forgive you," Emily said, walking towards her b*****r and stopping when she smacked the almost empty water bottle against his chest and held her hand there, "I'll be picking the movie tonight." Brad rolled his head back and smiled, glad that everything was cool between him and his little s*s. Maybe he'd even convince her to give him a back massage later if he played the "It'll really help me play well tomorrow" card. Things went as they usually did that night. Emily even agreed to massage her b*****r's shoulder for a bit, even though she made sure to get a dig in about how he wasn't even a starter. Brad had fought hard with his coach for his nights at home. Sure, getting to see his girlfriend when most other guys were forbidden was a big plus. But he really loved seeing his little s****r, and was so glad she always freed up her Friday nights for him before the game. They just got along so well. Close in age as they were, Brad and Emily had a lot of common interests. Football and video games, music and crappy TV, they typically had a blast every Friday and Brad went to bed once again happy to spend ...