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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... school had been crazy. She'd started all of her classes, been really successful at cheer practice and she was really hopeful that she'd make the first team and maybe cheer during one of the earlier football games. She didn't look forward to hearing or seeing Nancy, Emily thought as she pulled in the driveway, but she was out of control excited to spend her first Friday catching up with her b*****r. There was no noise when he entered, no sign of her b*****r's girlfriend and the house sounded pretty quiet. She heard a bowl clinking in the kitchen so she followed the sound inward. "Hey you, where's your girl?" Emily asked "She's not coming today," Brad said, sounding strange. "Oh...um... is everything okay?" Emily continued, coming up behind her b*****r and putting a hand gently on his shoulder. "Yeah," he said, sounding exhausted, "I don't think either of us will be seeing her much anymore." "Oh no, I'm sorry Brad, did something happen?" "Don't worry about it Em', I'm not. It was a long time coming." He said, but she could tell it was wearing on him. Emily d****d herself over her b*****r's muscular shoulders and she could feel him start to relax. She knew he was upset, but was desperate to do anything that would make him feel better. "How about you can pick the movie tonight? And if you're really lucky I'll even throw in a back-rub." He knew she would do that anyway, but it made him smile to hear her offer. Brad always liked that Emily didn't only talk about football with him, ...

... especially right before the game. She might ask a few questions about who they were playing, but she didn't get him all anxious the way others might if he didn't hole up at his house. It was just one more reason why he liked being around her so much. They both had work to do before they could hang out, but around the time it was getting dark and their parents would be meeting after work for their weekly dinner-date, Brad waited for his little s****r in the TV room. It had been a long time since they last did this, and he was a little nervous for what might happen since their relationship had progressed. He had to keep his jaw from dropping when she came bouncing down the stairs, or rather her breasts did. Just as she promised, she was wearing the outfit that she'd tried on right before he went off to training camp months ago. Was it possible that she filled out her bra even better than before, because she certainly looked it? And the pants, hanging like they might fall at any second but for the drawstring around her waist. This wasn't going to be easy. Now that he didn't have the typical release of spending an hour or so with his girlfriend, spending time with his far hotter little s****r seemed like it might not be as easy. It worried him even more as he watched her perfect, round breasts shudder and threaten to escape her struggling bra with each step she took down the stairs. It was nice to have his eyes on her like that again. Emily hadn't felt so desirable since they'd ...