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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... and pulling her close with hands around her waist. Brad continued before Emily could worry any further. "Different like: I've never felt about anyone the way I do about you?" Emily's eyes brightened as he went on. "Different like: I can't imagine that better sex with a more beautiful girl even exists?" Emily blushed at that. "Or different like: I know who the first person I call is going to be after practice today, hoping she'll be done with her homework so we can hang out?" Brad had gotten to his feet and was looking down into his little s****r's eyes when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. She kissed him wildly, unable to contain her emotions and joy at knowing everything was going to get better and better with her b*****r. Emily didn't even notice that he had walked her across the room until she felt the wall near the door against her back. Reminding her of how he had pinned her and fucked her intently against the door the night before, Emily considered throwing caution to the wind and asking him to stay. But after a few moments, Brad let her down to the ground. She stayed on her tiptoes, trying not to lose contact with his lips while he pulled away. "Wanna go on a date tonight or something?" He asked the disappointed teenager. Emily looked up at him and shook her head excitedly. Once he got her reply, Brad turned towards the door and opened it to peek out. The coast looked clear. Before he could swing the door open, Emily grabbed his hand and pulled it toward ...

... her. "Wait, Brad," she said. He turned back towards her and admired her gorgeous face for one more time that day. Brad wanted to remember that cute, recently woken smile she wore during practice that day. "I love you so much," she told him, once again. Brad leaned in for one more kiss on her cute little lips. "I love you too Em'," he responded sincerely. Brad paused a moment, thinking better of leaving without one more thing. He reached down and uncinched the ribbon around his s****r's waist and swiftly reached up to push her robe right off her shoulders. "There," he said, "that's better." The image of the nude little eighteen-year-old, his own baby s****r, and the wide-eyed, open-mouthed look of astonishment at his shameless act would stick with him for the rest of the day until she was back in his arms again. Brad made sure he snuck out of her dorm unseen. He rolled his eyes, overwhelmed knowing that his newfound popularity was going to make visits to Emily's dorm-room almost impossible after last night. Still, all the way home, all the way to practice, every free moment he got Brad was thinking of Emily. Likewise, Emily spent the better part of her day dreaming of him. Together, their thoughts were free from doubt or worry, instead full of hope and excitement for what would come next. There was going to be a lot to figure out between them, thought Brad as he reached for his phone after practice, but he'd do anything to make it work. As Emily's heartbeat danced upon seeing ...