My Brother's Teammates Page 2

  So I hitch the towel up around my waist and stride through the steam to see what the commotion is. As expected, my buddy Troy has his big hand wrapped tightly around Mia’s wrist at the doorway.

  “You can’t come in,” he growls. “What the fuck? Are you crazy? This is the men’s locker room.”

  “I don’t care,” she hisses right back, her eyes shooting sparks. “Haven’t you heard that most colleges have unisex bathrooms now? That means that next year, you should get used to having girls in your private space.”

  Troy squints his eyes at her and merely tightens his hold.

  “Yeah, well Ridgewood’s not there yet,” he rumbles right back. “There are dudes here, Mia. Dudes who are wearing nothing, and who have their junk hanging out. They’re not expecting to see a small, sassy girl burst in here –”

  But he doesn’t finish because Mia loses it then.

  “I’m not small!” she says huffily. “Just because I’m short doesn’t mean I’m small.”

  I let my eyes skim over those voluptuous curves. She has a point there. She’s petite in the sense that she’s vertically challenged, but Mia is definitely not horizontally challenged. Her breasts look to be about Double Ds, with a narrow, tapered waist that flares out into wide hips. Her dress can’t do much to conceal that curvy hourglass figure, and the sweater she has tied around her waist only highlights her lusciousness.

  “Alright Troy,” I drawl. “Let’s give Mia a chance to say what she wants.”

  At this point, the locker room has pretty much emptied except for a last few stragglers. The remaining guys gather around us, dressed just like me. Or rather, undressed, I should say. Because my buddies Troy, Howard, Frank and George are still damp from the showers, with white towels slung about their bronzed hips casually. Faced with this much male muscle, any woman would be intimidated. But not Mia.

  She looks around and inhales sharply. Good, get a look at this alpha dominance, I think to myself. Let yourself soak in the goodness, and then be on your way, little girl.

  But she turns to us with fire in her eyes.

  “For your information,” she says primly. “Coach Moore has said that I can join the Razorbacks this year.”

  Howard guffaws. He’s a good-looking guy who’s built like a refrigerator. He’s about six five with the shoulders of a tank, and abs that could cut steel. He’s also got tats scrolling up both his arms, creating the look of an avenging god.

  “Yeah right,” he grunts. “Please Mia. We all know Coach Moore didn’t say that.”

  The five of us nod in unison because the subject of Mia Pierce has come up before. This feisty girl has been trying to join the football team for years now, and has always been met with denial. There’s no reason to think that things will be different this time around.

  But her chin merely juts out even more, set with determination.

  “Okay, he didn’t exactly say that, I admit. But he did say that I could join given one condition.”

  I lift my brow.

  “And that is?”

  She takes a deep breath and smiles.

  “Well, Coach said that if I could get five guys to sponsor me, then he’d let me join.”

  Troy guffaws then.

  “Yeah, but doing what? This is a rough and tumble sport, sweetheart. It’s not meant for women, even those who are on the gymnastics team.”

  She shoots him a dangerous look.

  “For your information,” she spits. “I have had just as many injuries, and just as many sports-related problems that you have had. I blew out both my knees last year and had to have surgery. See these scars?” she says, pointing to white horizontal lines on both her right and left knees. “That’s what the surgeries did to me. Plus, after that, I couldn’t compete for months and the whole thing had me psychologically defeated, so the gymnastics coach had me see a psychiatrist to build myself up mentally. I don’t know if that counts as the Full Monty in your neck of the woods, but believe me, it was no joke. I’m an athlete, full stop.”

  I study her knees. It’s true. The white scars are obvious, and are clearly the results of torn anterior cruciate ligaments. It’s a common ailment across many sports, and evidently, Mia has injured her ligaments on both sides.

  “Okay,” I say to keep the peace. “You said Coach Moore mentioned five guys. Which five guys is it? I assume myself and Troy because we’re co-captains, but which other men do you need to vote you in?”

  Mia looks at me loftily.

  “He didn’t say. He just said any five guys, so it doesn’t even have to include you and Troy.”

  I squint at her.

  “Really? Well, how about your brother? Does Mark’s vote count?”

  Mia meets my gaze squarely.

  “Okay, he said that Mark can’t vote. I have to find five men, other than Mark, who will support my being part of the team.”

  I look at her, letting my gaze rove over that curvy figure. The woman really is beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes have a certain sparkle that has me intrigued.

  “Well, there are five of us, right here, right now,” I say conversationally, gesturing to the ring of men surrounding her. “There’s myself, Troy, Howard, Frank and George. We could be your five if you want.”

  Her beautiful face lights up.

  “Oh, would you?” she asks excitedly. “That would be wonderful.”

  My buddies and I share a glance.

  “Yeah sure, but we need to make sure you’re worthy of the Razorbacks first,” Frank drawls. “You know, we had tryouts earlier this year. It’s not fair that you’d be admitted without any kind of test run at all.”

  Mia looks on stoutly.

  “That’s fine,” she says. “Like I said, I’m an athlete. I can sprint a mile in seven minutes; I can do twenty push-ups; and I can also do three cartwheels in a row, finishing in a round-off with a triple flip. Can you do that?”

  I throw my head back and laugh.

  “That’s very impressive, Mia, but I don’t think that’s what Frank had in mind. You see, we don’t really need to do triple flips nor cartwheels as a part of football.”

  “Okay,” she says slowly. “Then what do you need? I can do handstands; I can dance on the balance beam; I can even use the pommel horse, even though that’s a specialty for men’s gymnastics. We share a training facility,” she says by way of explanation. “I get up there for fun sometimes.”

  The five of us share another look and nod subtly. Clearly, we’re all on the same page.

  “Well,” I drawl. “That’s good to know. What do you like about the pommel horse?”

  She smiles.

  “It’s fun,” she says. “I like being in a rhythm, and swinging my legs up high in the air, either together or apart. I like testing my upper body strength and letting my lower body just go with the flow.”

  George, Frank, Troy, Howard and I share another knowing look. This girl is walking right into our arms, and she doesn’t even know it.

  “Well, that’s good,” rumbles George. He’s also huge – at least six three with flowing brown locks and the air of a Highlander. “But you know what my brothers and I need the most?”

  “What?” asks Mia immediately. “Ask away because I’m happy to deliver. Do you need support on offense? Another body on defense? I’m happy to participate, and whatever I don’t know, I can definitely learn.”

  I grin, and this time, the animal nature of my smile makes Mia’s lashes flutter. Her breasts tremble, even as her nostrils flare. Oh good. She’s like a doe being stalked by a lion, although in this case, there are five lions and not just one.

  “Well,” I say conversationally. “We need to relax after games. Actually, we need to relax more, overall. We’re getting ready to enter Regionals, and you know what our lives are like. It’s all practice, practice, practice, interspersed with classes, homework, and fucking college applications.”

  “I’m not writing your college essays for you,” Mia immediately says, shak
ing her head. “Absolutely not.”

  Howard laughs then.

  “Of course not,” he growls. “You’re an athlete, not an athlete tutor. No, I think what Trace has in mind is something very different. A special kind of try-out, so to say, that will help us relieve stress. You might even like it,” he remarks in an off-hand manner.

  “Okay guys,” says Mia, crossing her arms over her chest. “Out with it. What do I need to do?”

  I look at her, letting my eyes run up and down over that luscious curvy figure.

  “Well, do you know what pulling a train is, sweetheart?”

  She nods.

  “Yeah, sure. The first part of the train that has the engine in it pulls along all the other cars.”

  I nod.

  “Yes, but do you know what it means in the context of an initiation? Are you familiar with MC culture and the like?”

  She shakes her head.

  “No, I’ve never watched Mayans or that other really popular MC show. What was it called again? Oh right, Sons of Anarchy.”

  Troy smiles then.

  “Well, pulling a train in that sense means that you sleep with every guy in the club. And in this club, there happen to be five of us. The ones you’re looking at right now.”

  Mia stares at us, and for the first time today, I know she’s really seeing us.

  “Sleep with you?” she whispers. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that we need some stress relief, and you may be just the girl to provide that succor. After all, you have assets that none of us have. You’ve been asking what you bring to the table that we lack, and this is it. We want your holes, baby girl. If you give us that, then I guarantee you, we will allow you to join the Razorbacks.”

  Her cheeks flame and that beautiful pink part opens in an “O.” But somehow, I know what Mia’s going to say because she’s too close to the prize to turn back now.

  3

  Mia

  How can this be happening? How did I go from threatening a Title IX lawsuit to this?

  The men can’t be serious. They can’t really expect me to make my body available to them for their pleasure, can they? Yet, Trace, Troy, George, Howard and Frank look at me with gleams in their eyes. They do expect it, and they’re not ashamed of asking.

  On the other hand, feeling ashamed is the last thing I should be worried about. After all, their actions must be criminal right? How can these football players expect me to say yes to their dirty offer? They should be hauled off to jail right about now, and I have half a mind to report them to the NCAA, the NBA, the US Football Association, not to mention the Ridgewood High PTA. They’ll truly be in a bucket of shit then, and it’ll be their own doing.

  Yet, I have to admit that I’m titillated because these men are absolutely gorgeous. Take Trace for example. He’s clearly the leader of this group, and he exudes charisma. He’s got thick, charcoal-colored hair that’s currently still slightly damp. His features are bold and masculine with a Roman nose, a high, proud brow, and sensually sculpted lips. But it’s his body that has me panting for more because right now, all five men are draped only in towels, and I can see the utter perfection of their chiseled physiques.

  They all have broad shoulders, strong, wide chests, and six packs that make my mouth go dry. Not only that, but tattoos circle their powerful arms, and Trace especially has an arrow of dark hair starting at his navel that leads down to the hem of his towel. It’s like a signpost directing me exactly where to go.

  “You can’t be serious,” I say in a shocked whisper. “You want me to provide relaxation that way?”

  Howard looks at me with amused eyes. He’s blond like a Viking with powerful shoulders and the look of a linebacker. Will he be as big down there, where it counts?

  “Yes,” he says casually. “That’s exactly what we mean. And in fact, I’ll get us started, if you’re amenable.”

  With that, he whips off his towel revealing Thor’s hammer. Holy shit, it’s every bit as big as I expected. The huge club descends all the way to his knee, and is thick like a soda can at the base. I can’t possibly take that, can I?

  “Yes you can,” Trace says with a smile. “You absolutely can, Mia.”

  To my shock, suddenly I realize that all five men have dropped their towels, and that I’m surrounded by acres and acres of delectable male flesh. My eyes rove from one to another, taking in miles of bronzed skin, hard muscle, as well as huge, powerful poles. Oh my god, they’re all enormous. Each one of them is at least ten inches, which means that I’d be taking fifty inches total. Can I handle it?

  “Is this really the tryouts?” I ask in a trembling voice. But then my hand claps over my mouth. I can’t seriously be entertaining their dirty proposition, can I?

  Howard merely smiles again, reaching forward to fist his club a little. It’s already growing hard and as I watch with wide eyes, it grows and grows like a magical snake, until it’s stiff and pointing right at me.

  “This is the tryouts,” he confirms with a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Well, at least stage one.”

  “Stage one?” I squeal. “There’s more after this?”

  “There’s more,” confirms George. “Tryouts for the football team are very competitive, Mia. All of us had to survive rounds of cuts, and we can’t go easy just for you.”

  I stare at them, almost unable to breathe. I’m literally surrounded by a ring of nude, God-like men, whose poles are stiff and beginning to drip with male seed.

  “Wait a minute,” I say. “Are there other women going through tryouts too? Am I competing against anyone?”

  Trace throws his head back and laughs, revealing perfectly white teeth.

  “Of course not,” he says. “There are no other women, but we just want to make sure you’re aware of the rules. Taking us today, right now, doesn’t automatically guarantee our sponsorship. We need to test you multiple ways, Mia, to make sure you’re a fit for the team. It’s natural,” he says.

  I open my mouth to protest. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to allow myself to pull a train and service these five, gorgeous men. But instead, the words that come out from my lips surprise even me.

  “So when do we start?” I ask.

  The answering growls from the men are my answer, and my body flares as they draw close.

  4

  Troy

  She’s absolutely gorgeous. Delectable, and yet trembling like a deer as we advance.

  Yet, I don’t blame Mia at all. After all, what girl would take on five men? What girl would let herself be taken by five men, in the men’s locker room too?

  But Mia wants it, I can tell. She’s still as a doe, but her lips are rosy and her cheeks flushed. Her enormous breasts shake slightly, and we can feel the air go up about a hundred degrees as she surveys our masculine figures. Then, Mia says words that make us all stop.

  “I’m a virgin,” she whispers almost shyly. “This is my first time.”

  Holy shit, can that be possible? After all, we’re seniors in high school now. Sure, eighteen isn’t exactly old, and yet there aren’t many eighteen year old virgins anymore. If anything, most girls lose it by fifteen or even earlier. I know my first time was when I was fourteen, with Heidi Bloom down the street. She was three years older and already fully developed. She giggled a bit while showing me the ropes, but all in all, it was an amazing experience.

  So it’s incredible now what Mia is revealing to us. Is she truly untouched? She’s never had a man’s thickness inside her, making her scream and mewl?

  “Sweetheart, that’s okay,” rumbles Trace, his eyes intense. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll take good care of you. Just let yourself enjoy, okay? Frank, George,” he says in a sharp voice. “Put some towels down on the floor and make damn sure the doors are locked.”

  My buddies move fast, and soon the hard cement ground is covered with two layers of soft towels. The snick of the lock sounds, and I know that we have this steamy retreat to ourselves f
or a while. Good.

  “Now Mia,” says Trace in a low voice. “Are you ready?”

  She shakes her head.

  “I’m not sure,” she whispers. “I just don’t know what to do.”

  He grins.

  “It’s okay,” he says. “Why don’t you start by taking off your clothes? After all, the five of us are already naked, and we’re a team, after all. You should do the same.”

  She bites her lip and then nods. Slowly, Mia unwraps the sweater from her waist, letting it drop to the floor. Then she reaches down and pulls her dress over her head so that she’s left in nothing but the smallest scraps of pink lace.

  Oh shit, I’m about to lose it right here and now, and I can tell that some of my brothers are in the same state. Our rods are massive and dripping, with small pools of seed forming on the poured concrete floor. Oh shit, oh shit. We’re going to blow before we even get to touch the curvy girl if this show doesn’t get on the road.

  But Trace is in total control, even if his own shaft appears to be pulsing heavily with need.

  “Now take that off too, sweetheart. We want you absolutely bare.”

  Mia flushes but then nods. Slowly, she reaches behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra, and that tiny scrap of lace falls off, revealing lush mounds of vanilla ice cream. The peaks are tipped with strawberries and I long to suck them into my mouth.

  But not quite yet. Trace gestures imperiously with his hand, and Mia reaches down to pull off her panties before standing back up, completely bare. Oh shit, she’s so gorgeous. That pink slit between her legs is swollen and glistening in the low lights, already puffy with need. In fact, I can see her thick clit poking out from between her nether lips, begging to be stroked and sucked.

  But Trace knows how to lead, and he’s always been a very fair team captain.

  “Now Mia, you know there’s only one of you, and five of us. We all want you, but since this is your first time, we’re going to go easy, okay? We’re just going to taste you a bit tonight.”