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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 sister Emily left in the house they didn't have a care in the world. It was funny too, because Emily and her brother 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 brother 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 brother 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 brother 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 brother. 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. family 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 brother would set her up with one of his friends when she rounded the corner heading back to their house. She was intimately aware of how much her boobs were bouncing in her workout top when she passed Mr. Taylor's house; he was such a creep he might as well have blown her a kiss as she passed him while he was watering his flowers.

Emily's tits... They'd been nothing but trouble since they showed up in her early teens. Boys at school stared like they'd never seen breasts before in their lives. Men too: men who were way too old to be gawking at a teenager would pretend they weren't trying to get a look down her shirt. Even her brother! Sometimes he would stop in the middle of a sentence if she accidentally showed them too much. Maybe 'accident' wasn't the right word. Brad was the only one she teased on purpose, perhaps because she knew there was nothing he could do about it.

When she ran up to the driveway, Brad and his bimbo were on the front porch.

"Good luck tomorrow baby," Emily heard her say.

"Thanks," her brother replied, "I'll see you after the game?"

"You'll see me at the game!" Nancy said, standing up tall to kiss her brother on the lips.

"You know I don't look over there, I can't be distracted." Brad reasoned.

"Yea, yea, I get it, Mr. Quarterback can't take his eye off the ball." Nancy said, touching her brother lovingly on the chest.

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the flirty way Nancy said it. She'd tried her hardest to take her time getting to the door, but she was thirsty and didn't want to listen to it anymore.

"O...M...G...ARE-YOU-DONE!" She chanted, mocking one of the standard cheers "CAN-I-GET-IN-THE-FUCKING-DOOR?"

Brad laughed at his little sister's attitude. He'd seen her running up and knew he'd get an earful when his girlfriend left.

"Very funny Emily," Nancy said back, unimpressed, "Though I hope that's not what you'll be trying out with next year."

"Ugh..." Emily sighed, cocked her hip and fluffed her ponytail "should I dye my hair blonde instead?"

Emily shot a nasty look at her brother. He was NOT supposed to be telling anyone on the cheerleading team that his sister would try out it if she got accepted at his school. Even though she couldn't stand a lot of the girls on the team, she still loved cheering. Being close to the game, getting the crowd engaged, staying in shape - all of it really appealed to Emily and she had her eyes on doing it for her brother's team if she got in.

Content with the frown on Nancy's face, Emily simply shouldered past her brother and headed inside. He took a moment saying his last goodbyes before following his little sister into the kitchen. He had to take a deep breath when he saw her tilting the bottle back and witnessed a few drips falling onto her chest as she gulped it greedily. The light glisten of sweat on her abs, the tight-fitting workout clothes...oooph. Despite having recently fooled around with his girlfriend, a hot girl was a hot girl, related to him or not. Sometimes he wished his sister understood that the way he did.

"Why do you always gotta give her such a hard time?"

Emily almost laughed out loud, wanting to say something about her brother 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 sister'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 brother. 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 brother 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 brother'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 sister, 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 time with his little sister. Their parents always did date night on Friday, so they'd only be home shortly before he went to bed.

Sometimes Brad felt guilty, but more and more he was seeing his little sister in a... different light. She'd grown up fast. Not only was she more mature, but her body was too. He was often confused by how much he enjoyed having her around. He tried to reason that being near to a pretty, youthful brunette was always going to be desirable. She just happened to also be his sister, and as long as he kept his hands to himself everything would be fine.

Typically that's the way things worked out. Yet, Emily felt just as comfortable as her brother did around her. So as she sat there massaging his naked shoulder, and seeing how huge and muscular he'd gotten since starting college, Emily had some of the same issues her brother did. She too loved being around him, and not just because of how much he made her laugh or how she could talk to him about anything. She loved massaging his back because it was the closest she'd really gotten to an attractive guy, and this one didn't try to touch her ass or her boobs whenever he got the chance.

She was only wearing a crop top and her favorite sweatpants that she rolled and wore low at the waist when she remembered her brother had made a comment about dressing inappropriately around him. Emily had brushed it off... and then worn seemingly less every time he was over after that. Hey, she thought, if he could get off while their parents were out and then get a massage out of her, she could at the very least feel sexy and totally comfortable at the same time. His stare didn't bother her one bit.

The next day was incredible. Brad wasn't a starter, so he'd begun the game uniformed but sitting on the bench. He was only a sophomore, but next in line to start as quarterback for the prestigious college team. Things weren't going well for the starter. He fumbled in the first quarter. The offense struggled and only got one field goal out of four or five possessions in a row as the first half was nearing its end. When the QB threw his second interception and the whistles sounded the end of the half, Emily was buzzing in her seat that her brother might get his chance.

He'd played before, but nothing more than a quarter or a few minutes here and there. They went into the locker room and Emily's mom touched her on the shoulder.

"Wouldn't it be so great if your brother started the second half?" She said, looking excited.

Emily's heart beat faster, "You think he will dad? Do you think Brad is going to start?"

Her dad raised his eyebrows and said, "I know what I'd do if I was the coach... he just might."

"You think he's ready?" Emily's mom asked her father.

A passing memory took Emily as her parents chatted about her brother's workout routine. Nancy had said something that other day when she'd overheard them. "...gotta make sure you're ready," she'd said, or something like that. Why was she remembering that now?

Sure enough, as halftime ended Brad ran out of the tunnel with his helmet on. He was going to play.

He looked shaky as he lined up for his first snap. This time, seeing him on the field felt a little different. They were coming from behind and her brother wasn't just a quick substitution; he was meant to be the solution.

He handed the ball off twice and they still had a few yards to get the first down. It looked like they were keeping the ball out of the air and in the unknown hands of her brother. But when they lined up and Brad called for the ball, he dropped back to pass it.

Emily held her breath the whole time.

'Pass it Brad...!' she screamed inwardly.

... COME ON PASS IT!

And then he did.

It was a beautiful throw - a bullet right across the middle.

The receiver was brought down right away but well beyond the first-down line. The whole crowd cheered; Emily and her parents were locking arms and jumping up and down. He'd done it, she was so proud.

After that, Brad was everything he needed to be. They didn't do anything too crazy, and he was obviously playing pretty safe, but in no time they were near the end zone and Emily was clenching her mom's arm tight until he threw a perfect pass to the back corner for a touchdown.

Emily felt like she knew exactly why girls were so drawn to quarterbacks in that moment. Here she was screaming like a complete fool and jumping up and down in her team sweatshirt, yelling her brother's name and practically in tears. Damn does he look good in that uniform, Emily thought as he trotted off the field to let the kicking team on.

The rest of the game was a haze. So excited to see her brother finally playing as she was, Emily almost couldn't handle it that he was leading them to a win. When the final second ticked off the clock and it was her brother holding the ball, she giggled outright as he threw the ball up in the air in his excitement.

The team all rallied and celebrated on the field and her family was allowed to walk-on while the rest of the crowd shuffled out of the stadium. Brad hugged their mom and dad and then picked Emily up and spun her around in a circle. Emily could feel the sweat on his pads and the heat radiating from him until he set her down with a huge smile.

"I think it was all because of the shoulder massage Em," he said, "this ball's for you."

Emily felt him push the ball into her midsection like she had the water bottle into him the day before.

"You were so awesome b*o," Emily praised, "but you better take this thing back before somebody tries to tackle me."

"You mean like me!" He said, bending down to grab her waist and picking her up again, slinging her over his shoulder like it was nothing. Emily screamed and kicked but he didn't set her down until he'd made her sufficiently dizzy. Their parents looked on and laughed the whole time.

Emily saw her brother's girlfriend looking at them from afar, clearly displeased that she wasn't getting all the attention. It gave Emily an odd sense of satisfaction, even if their relationships with her brother were quite different.

"You better go do the same thing to Nancy," Emily whispered when her brother put her down, "she looks jealous."

Brad sighed knowingly and gave his sister a hasty, final hug. Saying goodbye to his parents and Emily, Brad ambled over to talk to his cheerleader-girlfriend. Emily couldn't help but notice him looking in her direction over Nancy's shoulder as she was leaving.

-

After that, things kind of blew up. People went on and on about how poised her brother was in the game despite having very little experience. The next week he started in the away game and they won. It was a close game, and Brad made some mistakes, but watching him on television she couldn't help but see all of the strengths that people had been touting in the write-ups of his first big performance.

Emily congratulated her brother via text and he quickly responded that he was looking forward to a Friday at home the next week.

-I bet you would have made that pass at the end of the first half if you had a shoulder massage!-

[I bet you're right. Do you think I'm a big loser for wanting to hang out with my little sister on a Friday night?]

Emily felt herself blush, even though she was alone in her room with the lights off.

-Are you k**ding, a loser? Did you SEE the game I just did?-

-Oh that's right... you were that stud quarterback who WON it!-

[Thanks Em, I can't wait to see you next week.]

God did he love his little sister, Brad thought. He was in a cab on the way out to celebrate the victory that night, and all he could think about was how great it would be to talk through all the plays the way he had on the phone with Emily after his first game. Inevitably there would be a thousand girls throwing themselves at him that night, but Brad felt sure none of them could match his little s*s. Maybe he was wrong, but first and foremost they were hungry to sleep with a football player, and most of them wouldn't even be as attractive as Emily. If only she wanted that too, then he'd really have the whole package. 'Ugh,' he shook off, it was probably the booze talking.

Emily wished they'd seen his potential from the very start. Her brother started and won every game for the rest of the season, which was already more than half over when he'd first come out onto the field for that fateful second half. Because they had enough losses before that, there wasn't much left to make of their season when Brad stepped in, but there was a lot of talk about the season to come.

And each week, each home game at least, Emily and Brad hung out just the two of them for as much time as they could. She couldn't stand that he insisted on Nancy coming over, hearing them in his bedroom after she got home from school, but glad to see her leave shortly after. Brad had actually insisted that their parents give him time to himself (with Emily...and Nancy) and they'd obliged given his success on the field.

Their time together was usually the same, a movie and a lot of talking about what was going on in their lives. But for Emily, her feelings were slowly evolving. She couldn't help it. Everybody was talking about him, her parents were so proud, girls at school went on and on about how hot he was. Being that he was quarterback of the state college team, the exposure meant constant reminders of him everywhere Emily went.

So her attitude toward him was changing little by little whether she knew it or not. She'd often lay on top of her shirtless brother for a long time after kneading his back, just enjoying the deep bass in his voice that vibrated her chest as they bantered. Emily began to crave that time with her brother, cuddling seemingly closer every week when they watched a movie. She simply wanted to be with him.

And Brad was no dummy. Despite being a big, burly football player, he was actually quite smart, or so he told himself. It wasn't as if didn't notice that his little sister was not so resistant to touch his back anymore or that she was wearing seemingly less and less every time she came downstairs for their movie. Yet, it still felt... natural. A lot of girls were throwing themselves at Brad nowadays, but Emily had earned his attention rather than exploited it, and he liked giving it to her.

There was this one day he'd almost called her out for it. She might as well have been naked... well not quite, but perhaps the fact that he'd never seen her naked and this was as close as he'd get was why he kept his mouth shut.

The underwear was enough to make him shiver: an orange-ish pair of panties, simple but tight at each curve and the gap between her thighs. They had a white edge that he followed with his eyes as it wrapped around her tiny waist and those damned legs of hers. But then the shirt, or was it a sheet? It was this d****d white thing with a big curved neck that exposed her almost from shoulder to shoulder. The tiny sleeves were all that held it up. And of course it didn't reach more than half-way down her upper half. His little sister's entire midsection, perhaps one of his favorite parts of her, was completely left to his view.

Both of the small pieces of clothing looked somewhat transparent. Brad wanted to look long enough to determine whether he was really seeing the dark circles of Emily's nipples or the tiny dark slit at the gap between her thighs, but he tore his gaze away before it became inappropriate. He couldn't believe that you could buy clothing like that, or that his little sister was wearing it around him. Did it look that good on other girls, because Brad was practically hard during the entire movie and wondering why his sister would be so brazen around him. Did she know how attracted to her he was that night?

Suddenly, he couldn't get Nancy out of the house fast enough on Fridays, though he believed he needed the release on the night before the game. More and more, it seemed like she was just happy to be the girlfriend of the star quarterback; he got a little release when he needed it and she got to parade him around when she wanted to.

And just like that the season was over.

The hype continued for a few weeks after their last game. He had to do some interviews and a couple articles for newspapers and magazines. He was no international star, but the college team fanatics demanded plenty of him. The holidays came and went, busy as usual. And before they knew it, both Emily and her brother were well into the second half of the school year.

Sometimes he couldn't make it on Friday nights to be home with his little sister. Brad had loaded up his second semester with classes to make the workload easier during the football season. He felt awful, but she understood, and it made him love her all the more.

But when he did make it home, it was awesome. It seemed like every time he saw her, Brad was getting even closer with his little sister. And she just kept getting more beautiful. She was only recently eighteen, and every day she got more aware of her body and how to carry herself. Each day on his way home, Brad guiltily looked forward to what his little sister might wear that night.

Sometimes he wondered if the two of them were toying with each other, playing with the possibility that one of them might do something rash. But he knew how happy it made Emily to have someone like him that she could completely rely on to make her feel comfortable; he didn't want to ruin that. He didn't know that Emily was struggling to respect him in the same way. But they loved their time together so much that it really didn't matter.

They were starting to talk on the phone somewhat regularly too, or at least text when he hadn't seen her in a while. Both of them were so busy with schoolwork, sports and training that they marked their weeks by when they talked to or saw each other. Sooner than both Brad and Emily could have imagined, pages of the dog calendar their mother hung in the kitchen flipped by and the summer was upon them.

Brad had been doing almost daily training for the upcoming football season. He'd never expected for his responsibilities to become quite so important to him, his coaches or his team. Add to that finishing up a semester of college, and his schedule was chock-full. The first week of summer would be a much needed breather, but then it would be off to summer training camp. He even got time to spend with his family and a few days of hanging out with only his little s*s. They took a day out on the lake together, went to dinner one night and he'd even agreed to go shopping with her on the day before he was to leave for summer training camp.

"I don't want you to go." Emily said, with her big, green, puppy-dog eyes looking teary. She really was dreading that this would be the first summer she didn't get to spend with her brother.

"Do you have to?" Emily asked sadly, feeling her brother's big strong arms wrap around her in the middle of the department store.

"I don't want to leave you Em, but I 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 sister 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 brother 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 brother 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 brother's eyes. He'd always been totally caught off guard by how amazing his sister'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 sister's direction, but it felt like he shouldn't. Yet, as soon as he saw how the black lace pushed his sister'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 sister'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 brother 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 what about her? God damnit did she look breathtaking in even the simple two pieces of clothing. Why did she insist on flaunting it in front of him, and why was he feeling so much like touching her?

Emily walked out of the dressing room wearing what she had on before she went in. Somehow seeing her clothed now got him just as excited. Even the cute flannel shirt and tank-top she was wearing made her beautiful, and he wondered if he'd see the bra and sweatpants she was holding in her hand again before he left.

When Brad stood, his little sister stopped him before he could exit the changing rooms. Nobody was around; it felt private... intimate as she placed hand on the middle of his chest.

Emily rested her head against him and wrapped her free arm around his back. Everywhere she touched he was just...solid. When his arms encircled her she felt that familiar tingling coursing through her, made stronger as she sensed the strong beat of his heart against her hand.

"I'm really going to miss you, you know that, right?" She said quietly, like she didn't want anyone else to hear.

"I know little one, I'm going to miss you too."

Before he could do or say anything else, Emily stood up tall and kissed him right on the lips. His face had been downturned and his eyes closed as he held her; he didn't even know it was coming.

But her lips were so soft. There was a hint of sweetness on them, and they moved ever so slightly. He shouldn't have been kissing his little sister that way, with his hands around her and the kiss lasting longer than it could have. But nobody could see them, and nobody had to know who they were. In that moment, the kiss felt like the best way to say goodbye.

Emily dropped back from her tiptoes and finally took a breath, realizing how fast her heart was beating. She hadn't planned it, but all of the sudden their lips were together and she didn't want it to end. 'Why did he have to go?' she repeated in her head again and again, knowing the answer but still feeling frustrated.

They didn't get much more after that. They talked and laughed and played around for a bit longer before it was time to go. Even after the kiss, everything just felt ...normal...right. She hated that pulling back into the driveway meant they were all that much closer to her brother leaving for the summer, but she was finally coping with it. She lay awake that night listening to her dad and brother talk in the other room as he packed until she finally drifted off to sleep thinking of Brad.

Emily went with her dad to take Brad to the airport the next day, but there would certainly be no more kissing her brother the way they had the day before. She looked down at her feet as her dad was shaking her brother's hand and wishing him good luck before heading back to the drivers' seat.

"Hey," he said, putting his finger below her chin and lifting it up to him. His heart almost broke apart to see that Emily had tears in her eyes. "Ohhh Em', come on, you're killin' me."

She half giggled, half sobbed as their gazes met.

"I love you little s*s, and it's only a few months," he assured her.

"I know," she sighed, "it's just...ughhhh!" Emily stomped her foot on the ground like she was going to throw a fit. She was so upset to be losing her best friend, even if it was only temporarily.

"Just go... you big jerk."

"I'm already marking our Fridays on my calendar for next year, and I'll see you on the sidelines too."

"Okay," Emily agreed half-heartedly, knowing she still had to make the cheerleading team but flattered her brother just assumed she would.

"I love you too," she said finally.

She jerked when her brother kissed her cheek and then squeezed her side like he always did. Watching him walk away, she felt like it was going to be a long summer.

-

It was tough without him, but not unbearable. A couple times a week they would text about what was going on at the football camp or how Emily was choosing her schedule, this and that. She'd gotten into the state college during Brad's amazing football season and knew she'd be going there from the minute she opened the letter. The program they had for her major was one of the top in the country, so she didn't feel like she was just following her brother to the same college.

In fact, she was looking forward to them being at the same school. Brad was going to be a junior and Emily a freshman. Despite being very independent and proud of it, Emily had already made some friends due to Brad's newfound fame. Every time somebody recognized her last name in the programs and orientations she attended over the summer, she felt proud to call him big brother.

Emily looked forward to the times he would call her on the phone. It was always late at night, sometimes waking her up, but Emily was so glad to see his number pop up that she awoke immediately an answered with an excited "hey big b*o!"

Brad could sometimes hear his sister waking. He imagined that she was wearing one of those outfits from their Friday nights at home. Laying in her bed, maybe in just a tiny pair of underwear she felt sexy in, Brad could hear his little sister yawn and he pictured her tiny frame stretching out under the covers.

Sometimes late at night, their conversations felt so private, almost secretive. Whether it was the fact that they were both in a darkened room with nobody else around or that they weren't wearing much or something else, to Emily it felt kind of naughty. She thought that the way they talked was more like the way she imagined talking to a boyfriend, one she didn't have of course.

And Brad didn't have anybody but Em. Nancy would call now and again, but she was... not all that interesting to talk to. Usually, when he hung up with his girlfriend, he couldn't go to bed until he talked to his little sister, hoping to have some meaningful conversation before he finally turned in.

"Hey Em', how come you don't ever let any of those boys you tell me about take you out on more than a date or two?" Brad asked her one of the nights when they were both talking in bed a couple hundred miles away from each other.

"Well that's a little personal, isn't it, Mr. Nosy?" she responded.

"Well seeing as how you asked what Nancy looks like naked, I think we're passed being bashful about stuff like this," Brad chided back.

He was probably right; Emily was feeling competitive one night when her brother told her he'd just hung up with his girlfriend and she wanted to know. She was now confident that her body, especially her chest was sufficiently more appealing to her brother (apparently he was a "breasts man")

"FINE..." she replied, "I dunno, I guess I just... I haven't met anybody worthwhile yet. And they all want to get in my pants on like, the first date. It's exhausting."

"Aww shoot Em, I didn't know that. I mean, you gotta give the guys a little slack though you know?"

"Why would I do that??" Emily asked, frustrated

"Well, you're... I dunno... you're really..." he couldn't seem to get the words out.

"I'm what Brad?" Emily asked, sort-of expecting her brother to say something about her being too stuck-up or bitchy.

"How do I say this..." he continued, hoping she would give him an out.

Emily just waited in silence, wondering what he was trying to say.

"Ugh fine." he started, "you're hot Em'. Guys are going to want to hook up with you when they first see you. Frankly I'm worried about it for when you start at school with me."

"Oh..." Emily said. Brad wished he could be there with his little s*s so they didn't have an unknown, uncomfortable silence on the phone. He was glad when she continued:

"That doesn't mean they can just be dogs all the time though. One guy actually pulled the car over and asked if I would blow him on the way home from our second date!"

"Whoa..." Brad let out, sounding upset "That's not okay... Who is he? What's his name?"

Emily smiled when she heard her brother getting mad. As much as she would like to see her brother pummel that douche bag Eric, Brad wanting to defend her was reward enough.

"Oh relax Brad, you'll never need to see him, nor will I."

"Hmmph..." He sighed, sounding unsatisfied, "So...did you?"

"Did I what?... OH GOD NO!" Emily gasped, "Did you really need to ask?!"

She could hear her brother laughing on the other end. "No, I figured. I just wanted to rile you up."

Emily giggled too, he did always know how to push her buttons.

"Can I tell you something Brad?"

"Sure Em', anything."

"I've never done... 'it'... before."

Brad paused a few seconds, trying to process what he'd just heard. Though he hadn't thought his little sister would ever share something like that with him, a small part of Brad was happy to hear that she was a virgin.

"Oh..." he responded, "you know that's totally okay right? A lot of girls get all worried about it but you shouldn't be."

"I know," Emily said, "but I just don't want to come off as really prude, like I'm above it or something, I just haven't found the right guy."

"...and that's awesome." Brad assured her, "I think it makes you even more attractive. Like you know what you want and it means something to you."

Emily curled up tightly in her bed. She bit the tip of her thumb, thinking about what her brother was telling her. Not only was someone she loved and wholly respected telling her not to worry about something she'd spent all-too-much time agonizing about, but he was also telling her that it made her more attractive.

"What about you?" Emily asked, "I mean I guess I know you've done it before."

"Yeah, I guess you do..." he said, knowing that Emily had heard him with Nancy before and feeling somewhat bad about it now that she'd told him she was a virgin. "But I wish I thought about it the way you did, or that I could."

"What do you mean?" asked his little sister.

"Well when you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend and you have sex, things can just kind of change. Sometimes I wish I could really take time to care about someone before jumping into it. You can do that, at least."

He paused, seeming to be hung up on his feelings.

"Nancy and I...well... I guess I don't really want to talk about her."

Emily could hear some hurt in her brother's voice. She felt bad for razzing him all the time about his girlfriend.

"It's okay Brad, I know things can be complicated sometimes."

He was quiet.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Emily asked.

"No, how much is that?" Brad said, smiling again.

Emily put on the most innocent, girly voice she could, "LIKE...sooooo much," she said. He could almost hear her smiling through the phone.

"I love you too Em." Brad told her.

For the moment of silence that followed, both Emily and her brother truly wished they weren't talking over the phone but instead being there with each other. It wasn't just that he knew his little sister would be wearing very little and stretched out alone in her bed, it was also that he wanted to hold her so she could know how much he meant that he loved her. Emily too wondered how he might touch her if they embraced right then. Her skin tingled, wondering what her brother might look like after the months of workouts he'd been telling her about. Something told her she'd be intimidated by how big and muscular he'd gotten.

She wanted to say something more. The tingling sensation working its way from her core out to her fingers and toes made Emily speak without thinking,

"I wish you were here with me," she said. Her fingers traced a path from her neck down to the curve of her breast.

Brad could hear something more in his sister's voice, and though he knew he shouldn't, he wanted her to feel the same thing her words doing to him.

"I wish I were there with you too Em."

Emily's whole body was feeling warmer. She didn't know what to think about how he was making her feel.

"Goodnight little s*s," Brad said after waiting long enough.

"Goodnight big b*o," she said, not meaning to sound quite as sexy as she did.

"Two weeks," Brad said, right before he hung up, hearing his little sister say sleepily, "I can't wait." as he hit a button to end the call.

Was he going crazy? Was he supposed to feel like if his little sister was in the room right then he would have been unable to help himself touching her all over, running his hands over her body: those wonderful breasts he longed to see, kissing her beautiful neck and shoulders, caressing her legs. Did she know that he'd hung up the phone and found himself fully hard, thinking of her in a way he knew he should not?

He couldn't possibly know, but his little sister had done the very same thing, imagining that Brad came home and finally helped her understand what it might feel like to be with a boy.

-

Two weeks flew by. Both Brad and Emily had fully packed schedules before he was to return home. When their heads hit the pillow at night, they were lucky to even exchange a few texts before falling asleep.

Then, Emily came home from the gym one day during the week before school started and almost fainted at the sight of her brother. Not only was she so unbelievably glad to see him, but he looked incredible. He was tan from all the time out in the sun. His hair had grown longer and unruly. He even had dark scruff on his face so he looked considerably older. And he was huge! He filled out an old t-shirt so it looked stretched across his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs! Emily felt so guilty when she sensed herself getting wet as she approached him.

And Brad was in for even more of a treat than his sister, or at least he thought so. She had obviously spent some time in the sun, but her body... God was she even more beautiful than he remembered. It had been less than three months and he wondered if it was the same girl. Or perhaps he was seeing her differently, still unbelieving that such a beautiful girl could also be his little sister.

Her stomach was flat as ever, with a hint of her abs showing when she ran over to jump into his arms. She wrapped her toned little legs around him and squeezed him tight. Brad remembered talking with Emily about the size of her boobs compared to his girlfriend's and he knew as she pressed them against him, even in a sports bra, that Emily's were bigger.

"Are you ready for school next week?" He said excitedly, setting her cute bottom on the counter top. Brad was glad their parents weren't around because he was definitely taking some liberties with his hands, leaving them on her hips as he set her down.

Emily shook her head 'yes,' looking anxious and adorable at the same time. She had imagined her brother coming home so many times and this was even better. She couldn't help herself leaning in and planting a quick peck on his lips.

They were quiet, contented, for a while. Neither of them really cared to speak. Brad was standing between his little sister's legs and holding her close enough that he was glad he hadn't gotten hard...yet. Even thinking about it worried him that Emily might soon be feeling something she shouldn't pressing against the tight fabric of her workout shorts.

"I know you're going to hate me for this, but I have to be at school pretty much 24/7 before our first game in a week and a half."

Emily's mouth dropped open. She was half-pretending, she'd expected it based on everything he'd been telling her over the phone. When he saw his little sister crack a grin instead of the big grimace he expected, Brad narrowed his eyes at her.

"I know, I won't give you too much shit about it. I'm just really happy you're home!" She said, hugging him again. Brad was truly worried she might feel something in his shorts.

"...And so BIG!" she fawned, seeing his worry disappear as she put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. He could tell she was giving him a hard time, acting like one of the many girls he expected to encounter on his first week back.

"Will you come back on Friday before the game?"

"Well the coach made a big deal about it, but after telling him it was my ritual every time last year... and then you know... we won every game... he gave in."

Emily showed her beautiful white smile and it was all Brad had really needed to see that day. He was so glad to be holding his little sister and know that nothing had changed about how they interacted, even though he knew the way he felt about her had.

-

The week before school started there were tryouts for the cheerleading team. Emily had been working all summer for her big moment and she knew she was ready. Brad had even walked with her from her dorm to the facility and given her a big hug before sending her in. She felt all the more confident that he believed in her.

"Can I watch?" Brad had asked.

"NO!" Emily fired back, she did not want him to see just in case she didn't make it.

"Aww Em, you know you're going to kill it right?" he said, hugging her and then pushing her through the door. His touch on her lower back was comforting; it lingered even as she walked out into the gym when her name was called.

She needn't have been nervous. The panel of four girls, a coach and an assistant coach were all that was there to watch her do her routines. There were a few routines they published online weeks before, and one that Emily was supposed to compose on her own. Everybody had seemed pleased after she completed the pre-selected routines, but everybody had cheered and clapped when she finished her own. Everybody but one... Nancy.

Even though she felt like she'd nailed every part, the fact that someone on the panel had held their applause made her nervous. She hated to admit it, but Emily really was getting her hopes up for being on the cheerleading team. If she was really good, they might even let her cheer for the football team in her first year, but she had to be truly impressive.

She was ecstatic to get a callback that day, and to be told that practice started that weekend. Brad told her he knew she'd make it, and that he'd be shocked if they didn't put her on the field with him.

When the Friday before his first game finally came around, Emily rushed home. The first week of 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 brother.

There was no noise when he entered, no sign of her brother'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 brother 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 brother'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 sister 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 sister 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 last had real alone time and her brother's gaze was more than welcome. Just being in his company, and he in hers made the two of them buzz with love for each other and excitement about being together.

"Lie down over here will ya?" Emily asked after they'd been watching the movie and chatting for a while. She could tell he was tense, far more than normal and she just wanted to help.

Brad obliged, sucking in a breath when he felt his hot little sister straddle him. He was truly glad to be lying face down, because the thought of her perched on top of him in that outfit was driving him nuts. She was actually quite good at massaging him, seeming to know all of the tight spots after doing it many times. Brad was finally starting to feel a lot better when she'd been doing it no more than a few minutes.

At some point, when Emily was trying hard to get him in the right spots on his back, she shifted over and the back of his leg as pressing against her mound. She hadn't meant to, it had just kind-of...happened. She couldn't help that it felt really good. But as she moved around, pressing her hands into different spots on her brother's muscular back, it just kept arousing her more and more.

Brad had no idea it was going on either, he was in a sleepy state after how good his sister's hands were making him feel. He heard her breathing heavier, thinking she was just exerting herself as she pressed harder on him.

It never took her very long, especially not when she was really turned on; Emily should have known better. She was just sitting down harder on her brother, leaning into him to 'get more leverage on his back,' or so he might think. Emily didn't know what had gotten into her, but within only a minute or two of feeling her brother's leg pushing against her pussy and her little clit being trapped and stimulated just the way she liked it, she was lost. She had to try hard beyond measure not to make a sound, yet she couldn't stop herself squirming.

It only took a moment, and Emily managed to stay quiet. Her arousal that had built up in the time she spent apart from her brother did the brunt of the work. All it took was a little push, back and forth, of her hips and then suddenly she was clenching her legs. She bit down hard on her lip, desperate not to reveal what she'd just done and feeling embarrassed as a short but powerful orgasm took her.

Brad came to when he heard his sister take a few sharp breaths atop him. He couldn't see her face, but he would have seen her coming down from her orgasm and trying to catch her breath. Her hands weren't doing much anymore.

"Tired little s*s?" He asked.

From the tone of his voice, Brad didn't know anything. She felt guilty, but Emily thought maybe she could get off without him knowing and without experiencing any of the embarrassment.

"Uh huh," Emily lied, she lifted her hips off of him so he wouldn't feel it if she'd gotten too wet.

"What if I took a turn for a change?" Brad asked.

It was the only thing Emily could think of to put her out of harm's way, or at least her brother's discovery.

She agreed and laid down on the floor where he'd just been. After cumming, her skin was sensitive and crawling for his touch. Even when his fingers grazed her, Emily could feel it through her whole body. He started slow, and then worked his fingers into the tight spots on her shoulders. His hands felt amazing - big and strong, and a little bit rough from all his hard work.

Maybe Emily didn't know she was doing it, but Brad absolutely loved the way his little sister was letting out adorable sighs and moans when he touched her just right. Brad was probably getting just as much enjoyment as his little s*s from his touching her.

He wasn't sure why he thought it would be okay, but her bra was simply in the way. In one quick motion, Brad unclasped his little sister's lacy top. It sprung open and revealed her back to him, and Emily quickly opened an eye to look backward at him. When he didn't offer an explanation, she stayed quiet.

The tension seemed greater then, but his hands felt even better. Brad could see his little sister's tits spreading out from her thin frame as she lay against the floor. He wanted to touch them; he even got close a few times with his fingers. Emily was fully aware of every square inch of her body that he touched: the way his fingers daringly slipped just beneath the waistband of her sweats, or how he grasped the tops of her hips a few times like he wanted to pull her towards him. After only a few moments, both of them were totally turned on, though neither was about to admit it to each other.

If Brad hadn't seen it, they would have been totally screwed. The flash of headlights shown in the room for only a second.

Their parents had walked in on them watching a movie before, even when Emily was wearing relatively inappropriate clothing. But in the position they were and with Emily's suggestive bra unclasped, it would have looked a bit more...naughty. Emily didn't even know what hit her before she was being scooped up and flipped around into her brother's arms as he took two stairs at a time up to her bedroom.

"Brad what th...!" Emily gasped as he manhandled her. Her hands darted to the dangling bra that she'd only just managed to hold on to. Then she was twisted around and had her legs wrapped around her brother's wide frame before she could speak another word. As they hit the top of the stairs, she heard her parents at the door.

Brad dashed into his sister's room and then stood quietly, both of them being very still in their utterly suggestive position. Even in their haste, both siblings could intimately sense Emily's loosely covered breasts against Brad's chest, and she couldn't be sure, but was something extra trapped between their hips?

"k**s, we're home!" Their mother called out as she came in.

"Up here, be down in a minute!" Brad called back.

When he was sure they were in the clear, it was then he flopped back onto the bed and took his first deep breath. Emily laughed first; of course she would find that funny.

"Oh my god that was close!" She said, giggling.

"Well we wouldn't have to be worried if you were still wearing your bra!" Brad said righteously.[U1]

"Um excuuuuse me, I wasn't the one who took it off." Emily said.

By the time they'd reached the bedroom her bra no longer covered either of her breasts. It was still trapped between them, but looking down Brad could see the full weight of his little sister's chest held between his and hers. They were big and hanging down slightly as she propped herself up to look at her brother. With an adorable and mischievous look on her face, she looked irresistible, perched on top of her brother with both her knees on the bed.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just..." he started, obviously not knowing where he was going with it.

Emily smiled at him, "I know you didn't," she said, letting him off the hook. She wiggled her hips playfully as she said it, and Emily was almost positive she could feel her brother's cock tucked up between their two connected hips and at least partially hard. The way it was pressing against Emily right where Brad definitely shouldn't have been made Emily desperate to know if she was the cause or not. Whatever it was, her brother felt big.

Knowing that their parents would be waiting for them downstairs, Brad spoke first, breaking the silence caused by the way the two of them lay on Emily's bed.

"You should probably cover those up," he said, half-heartedly looking away.

Emily reached for her bra and finally sat up on top of her brother. For a split second, her breasts were neither covered by her hands or her bra, and Brad must have seen, because Emily felt her brother throb against her where he was touching below. Not wanting to be captive and helpless to his beautiful sister, or so obviously showing her his affection with his growing stiffness, Brad reached up to his sister's enticing sides. She was about to inhale deeply and let him touch her, but instead he only savored her soft skin for a second before he forcibly tossed her off of him onto the other half of the bed.

"HEY!" she shrieked

"Time to put some clothes on little s*s," Brad said callously, "see ya downstairs."

And then he left. She watched him walk out, still holding her arms up to cover her breasts so he didn't see, but a part of Emily wasn't entirely sure she didn't want him to.

This was uncharted territory for Emily and her brother both. As they spent the rest of the night around their parents, both tried hard to wrap their heads around what was going on between them. On one hand, they were still spending time together on Fridays like they always did, laughing and conversing with the same amazing level of comfort that seemed to make Emily's weekend. And when Brad woke up in the morning he was smiling and simply glad to have had the time with his baby s*s despite the anxiety of a big game ahead.

On the other hand, both siblings had gone to bed thinking of each other in ways that they weren't supposed to. But imagining Emily wearing even less on top of Brad than just the pair of sweatpants she had been was a dream they both shared that night, 'supposed to' or not.

Just before the game the next day, Emily got an email that she was to attend a different cheerleading practice on Monday. She was going to be cheering on the football field at their home game in two weeks! Emily was ecstatic and wanted badly to tell her brother, but decided to let him focus and wait until after the game.

There was a lot of talk about how the football team would play in their first home game. There was seemingly equal coverage of Brad and how he would perform starting his first full season. Emily was perfectly confident that he would blow the competition away.

And he did... for a time. He started strong, very practiced in every play. They went into the half leading, but Emily's dad wasn't impressed.

"He looks a little off today, don't you think?" said her father.

"You know honey, I noticed that too. What do you think is up?" Emily's mom asked.

She wracked her brain. Suddenly, Emily hoped that the way she'd teased her brother wasn't the cause. She felt guilty all of the sudden. Perhaps it hadn't been fair to him for her to flaunt herself like that. It was selfish. His attention made Emily feel good and she hadn't taken him into account. It was especially bad considering Brad wasn't with his girlfriend anymore.

"Did you notice anything last night Emily?" Her mother asked.

"No, not really mom. He was just as happy to be home like he usually is." Emily assured them.

And she wasn't lying. Aside from being a bit downtrodden about breaking up with Nancy, he'd been very playful and content with her the night before.

Yet, when he came out for the second half, the same rustiness seemed to be staying with him. Perhaps it was the team. Nobody seemed to be blaming Brad for the way their offense was playing, but before long they were losing. And then the fourth quarter was nearly over. And then... the whistle blew for the end of game and Brad's team had not done enough.

He was understandably bummed when they met him on the field after the game.

"Sorry b*o," Emily said compassionately, feeling him wrap his arm around her side and walk toward the locker rooms with their parents. She looked cute in her little, team t-shirt, but Brad wasn't really in the mood to check her out just then.

"Yeah... " he said dejectedly, "I don't know why we couldn't pull that one out... damn."

"Don't beat yourself up too much about it, you promise?" Emily asked, looking up at him hopefully.

"I won't." He said. "Maybe I'll just beat you up."

That elicited a smile from his sister, but Emily could tell his heart wasn't in it. She felt bad for him; he was probably internalizing what was just an off performance by the whole team.

"See you soon?" Emily asked, "Next Friday at the latest?"

"...away game," Brad sighed. "But the week after for sure."

He squeezed Emily's side before breaking contact and saying goodbye to their parents. Emily watched him jog back to the lockers and hoped he wouldn't be depressed about the loss for too long. She hadn't even told him about her cheerleading spot, but that could wait until later when he might be more willing to share in her excitement.

-

That week went by even faster than the last. It was Emily's second week of school and she was loving every minute of it. She only got to sit down to lunch with Brad once before he was off to the away game, and when she'd told him her news he had been so happy for her. She wished furiously, as he hugged her, that she might someday find somebody who cared about her the way Brad did.

It turned out that Emily hadn't just been brought onto the football cheerleading team, but she'd replaced someone. Of course, it had to be Nancy. And making the team wasn't the end of it.

"You know you're going to fuck this up right?" Nancy had asked, confronting Emily on the way to class one day that week. Emily wanted nothing more than to get away from her so she just kept walking.

"You don't belong in my spot you little bitch." Nancy spat, obviously annoyed that Emily didn't intend to engage.

"Oh and tell that second string quarterback you call your brother to enjoy being tended to by his sister instead of his girlfriend... a lotta good that'll do him."

Emily didn't quite understand, but she wasn't going to let Nancy talk bad about her brother.

"The only one who's second string here is you... bitch," Emily flung the blonde's words back in her face, "you were NEVER good enough for him. You were just EASY."

With that Emily turned on the path and headed into the Math & Science building. It took her a few minutes to calm down, and almost half the period to stop thinking about what Nancy had said...'tending to her brother.'

-

The away game did not go well. This time, Brad did look bad. It was like he just couldn't find his stride. He gave up one interception in the first half and one in the second. The rest of the team could have played much better, but they simply didn't have that momentum that everyone had seen driven by the star quarterback. There were whispers that Brad would be replaced if he kept playing like that, but that's all they were.

There was something that Emily heard in the locker room after cheer practice one day that week that put pieces together for her. It was hard for her to believe but Nancy, whom she'd overheard, had actually made some sense.

"You know why he's playing like that?" She'd been gossiping out of sight in another part of the locker room near the showers, "because he doesn't have me."

"Oh come on," another girl on the team, who sounded like Tamara, laughed, "I know you two had your thing, but you weren't exactly throwing the ball for him!"

"Think what you want, but