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Emilia thought that Samantha had gotten a little rusty when compared to before, since her speed varied often, and she found herself squished against her older sister's back every time she braked. 'Things must have been hectic for her too these days… I should ask Noelle to hand over a little more of her workload, I guess.'
Meanwhile, Samantha was very glad that while her little sister had prepared a pair of helmets and gloves, she hadn't given her something like a thick jacket, because she could clearly feel that Emilia wasn't wearing a bra.
Neither her flannels nor Emilia's cotton shirt proved to be an obstruction to the soft, squishy, and heavenly sensation pressing into her back. Vaguely, she could even feel the two little nubs. 'Thank you, whichever god it was that made her forget to put it on today.'
"Turn right over there, big sis!"
