My Brother's Teammates Page 5

  With that, my brother begins to jabber away and I listen carefully, interjecting with helpful comments at the appropriate times. After all, I love Mark. He’s my twin, and even though I’m giving up my activism for now … I’m not giving it up forever.

  8

  Frank

  “Are you serious?” I ask in a surprised tone. “Mia actually dropped out of tryouts?”

  George looks just as surprised as me.

  “I never thought it would happen either. I mean, Trace is a persuasive motherfucker, but let’s get real. The curvy girl can be stubborn as a mule, and she’s used to getting her way. I mean, she was voted to the Prom Court during both her freshman and sophomore years. That’s unheard of here at Ridgewood. Usually, only upperclassmen get voted to be prom royalty.”

  I nod. The truth is that Mia is incredible, and absolutely wonderful. She’s more than your average co-ed. She’s an elite athlete, not to mention a stellar student, and she’s popular too. But she also has a headstrong way about her, and when she started this campaign about joining the football team, I didn’t think we’d hear the end of it until she was installed as an active member.

  Troy strolls over to us then.

  “You guys ready for this meeting?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “Yeah, Mia’s the one who called it. I’m surprised though. I mean, now that she’s given up on her quest, there’s no Level Two right? We’re done for.”

  Troy shrugs.

  “I don’t know about you guys but I had a great time with Level One. I’d be happy to take her to Level Two, even if the possibility of her playing for us is no longer there. She’s sugar and spice, and everything nice … especially between the legs, if you get what I mean,” he says with a devilish smile.

  I roll my eyes, but of course, I’m in complete agreement. The curvy girl was everything I’ve ever dreamed of, plus more. The way she let us tongue her right there in the men’s locker room was insane. Plus, that body, and the fluids running from her sweetest spot made me desperate for more. Shit, if she wants to do Level Two right here, right now, I’ll be more than happy to oblige.

  But Troy is right. We’re in the middle of the fucking Ridgewood High library, for crying out loud. How are we supposed to get anything done here? Not only that, but there are other students milling about right now, perusing books and studying quietly by themselves. How are we supposed to claim our beautiful girl when we’re in public?

  At that moment, Howard and Trace join the three of us. We make for an intimidating group, that’s for sure. The five of us are all strapping men, with broad shoulders and chiseled physiques. Trace and Troy have dark Irish good looks, whereas Howard resembles a blonde Viking, and George looks like a Highlander ready to fight with his long, brunette locks that would make a woman jealous. Meanwhile, I attract a lot of ladies too with my ginger hair and patrician profile. More than a few women have giggled when they’ve realized that I’m red up there, and down there as well.

  “So what are we going to do?” I ask.

  Trace shrugs.

  “You know. What we can do. This is up to Mia because she holds the reins. You know how impossible it is to get her to do anything she doesn’t already want to do.”

  At that moment, Mia wanders in and waves at us cheerfully. She looks absolutely delicious, and she’s dressed like a schoolgirl for some reason. A white blouse hugs those huge Double Ds, and a red plaid skirt skims her thighs. She’s got dark socks pulled up to the knees, highlighting her toned calves, paired with shiny penny loafers.

  I stare at her.

  “Why are you dressed like this?” I ask.

  “Like what?” she asks, batting her lashes. “Do you like it?”

  My mouth opens and shuts silently.

  “Well yes, I like it but Mia, usually you wear jeans and t-shirts, so this is definitely new.”

  “I love it,” rumbles Howard, his blue eyes fixed on Mia’s pert breasts. “You should dress like this every day.”

  She titters and shoots us a saucy look.

  “Well, I wanted to dress like this because it’s an easy way to have fun,” she says in a teasing tone.

  “Have fun, how?” I ask cautiously. “Seriously Mia, you better not get us in trouble.”

  “Oh, I won’t,” she says, smiling coyly. “But as you guys know, I’m a virgin and I want to rid myself of this blasted virginity … with the five of you, of course.”

  We all stare at her now.

  “Happy to,” drawls Howard.

  “That would rock my world,” adds Trace with a cocked eyebrow.

  “Nothing could be better,” chimes Troy.

  “Oh good,” laughs Mia. “Are you guys eager because I finally stopped my efforts to try and join the football team? Or are you guys being nice because you’re actually nice guys?”

  The five of us look at one another.

  “Both,” we answer in unison. It’s true after all. Mia abandoning her quest has been a huge relief, and we appreciate it. In fact, we’re more than happy to show her a good time, if that’s what she wants now.

  “Good,” she practically purrs. “Then come on, gentlemen, because I have something to show you.”

  With that, the curvy girl prances towards the stacks. But right before she disappears into the aisles, she turns and winks at us over one shoulder.

  “Come on boys,” she coos. “It’s time to have the ride of your life.”

  With that, the five of us stand and begin to stalk after our precious girl. Because Mia has demonstrated that she is a part of the team, and it’s time to show our appreciation now.

  9

  Mia

  Holy cow, what am I doing? When I got dressed to come to the library, I wasn’t really thinking. Well, I was, except that life has been such a whirlwind that I have to admit that I wasn’t thinking straight.

  Because I reached into my closet and pulled out a Halloween costume from two years ago. Okay, so this schoolgirl outfit is something that could pass for a real uniform, but I would never wear this in my real life. The skirt is far too short, and the blouse hugs my breasts tightly, gaping a bit between the buttons. I wore it two years ago to a house party that was filled with alcohol and screaming kids. After all, Halloween is a time for good girls to wear slutty clothes, and to behave like witches if they want to.

  Except that I didn’t, which is why I’m still a virgin today. Okay, so I got up to a tiny bit of nookie with Charles Brumble at the party, but it wasn’t really anything. Charles is handsome and appealing, but he’s soft. The skin of his face was soft, his hands were soft, and worst of all, he was soft down there. Plus, after that encounter, I saw Charles staring at a couple guys covertly, so I think he’s hiding in the closet and suppressing his true self, to be honest.

  But today is my day to lose my virginity once and for all. After all, my brother’s teammates should be more than happy to help me on this quest, shouldn’t they? I’m no longer a thorn in their sides. I stopped my efforts to join the Razorbacks, and now I’m also wearing an outfit which screams, “Come take me! Nubile female available!”

  And judging from their hungry looks, the men are answering. They stride close behind on my footsteps, following me deeper and deeper into the stacks. This is one of the awesome things about Ridgewood High. Some donor about ten years ago donated a bunch of money for the specific purpose of enhancing our library. The money couldn’t be used for any other purpose, and as a result, we got a palace for a library. It’s university-quality, with rows and rows of books that go straight up to the ceiling, as well as plenty of private and semi-private reading areas.

  Which is where I’m headed now. With another coy look over my shoulder, I navigate to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right again before circling around an enormous potted plant.

  “Mia you better be taking us somewhere good,” Howard growls, his blue eyes fixed on my behind. “Because if you don’t, we might have to take you right here.”

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nbsp; I let out a small giggle.

  “What, with Mr. Plant watching? No, we need somewhere more private.”

  “I didn’t know privacy was so important to you,” drawls Trace. “Level One did take place in the men’s locker room after all,” he says.

  I wink at him.

  “Yes, but the doors were locked, you made sure of that. Plus, I couldn’t resist. The men’s locker room was just so moist and damp, and the five of you were wearing nothing but towels.”

  Finally, I make another left and locate the space I’ve been looking for. It’s not a room, actually. It’s a small nook between two aisles, that’s shaded and dark from its corner location. Also, there are several plants that block the nook from being seen from the outside, which is crucial for our privacy.

  “This is it?” asks George skeptically, one brow raised. “Are you serious?”

  I blow him a flirtatious kiss and flip my hair over one shoulder.

  “Of course I’m serious, silly, because we need a lot of room for what I want to do.”

  Troy shoots me a long look.

  “Mia, you’re a virgin. You don’t know what you’re capable of yet.”

  I sniff a bit, and then smile at him while licking my lips.

  “No, I think you’re wrong. I think that I know exactly what I’m capable of because I’m well attuned to my body, as an athlete. And right now, I want all five of you to strip.”

  The men look at one another, and the temperature in the small space goes up exponentially.

  “Mia, you don’t have to do this,” growls Troy. “We’re happy to go easy on you. There are no more tryouts.”

  “Go easy on me?” I scoff while undoing the buttons on my blouse. “Please, I’m not a quitter, and you don’t need to go easy on me for any reason. I can take it.”

  With that, I drop the blouse to the floor, and the men gasp because I’ve worn a see-through, lacy bra underneath that gently cups my big breasts. In fact, the material is so gauzy that you can see my dark nipples through the fabric. I cup my girls saucily and then jiggle them a bit.

  “You like?” I coo. “Because if you do, you should get undressed stat.”

  That does it. Within seconds, jeans and t-shirts are tossed to the floor and five gods stand before me in all their male glory. Trace and Troy are dark angels with their bronzed skin, black hair and piercing blue eyes. Frank is a flaming redhead and I giggle when I see that his member protrudes from a nest that’s just as fiery as his hair.

  “You like?” he growls, stroking the long length with one hand. “It’s ready for you, if you want it.”

  “Oh, I want it,” I say lightly. “But I want all five of you at once.”

  They share puzzled looks. George and Howard flex their shoulders even as their six pack abs ripple.

  “Sweetheart, there’s no way you can take five at once. It’s anatomically impossible.”

  I giggle and nod.

  “Yes, I know. I didn’t mean that all five of you would cram into me simultaneously during my first time, although I am interested in that at some point. I’m just saying that I want to sample all five of you in my sweet spot, and this is how it’s going to go. All five of you lie down, but in a star shape with your heads out, and your feet pointing in.”

  The men share puzzled looks with one another, but they do as I say and lie down on the nubby carpet. Their toes are almost touching and I cluck.

  “No, not like that,” I scold. “Closer. So close in fact, that your ball sacks rub up against one another.”

  Trace shoots me a dark look.

  “We’re not gay,” he rasps. “This isn’t going to turn into a gay orgy, no matter what you think.”

  “Of course not,” I say saucily. “Although I wouldn’t mind if you were gay because that could be really hot. All I’m saying is that you should move closer and spread your legs wide so that all of your shafts are pointing straight up to the ceiling while your testicles rub up against one another. I want to sample them all, like candles on a birthday cake, and this is how I want to do it.”

  The men stare at each other, shocked, because what girl verbalizes dirty thoughts like this? Yet the nymph in me has been released, and I know what I want. I smile coyly at them again, this time dropping my plaid skirt so that my see-through panties are revealed.

  “I promise I’ll ride all five of you,” I coo in a coy tone. “Don’t you want to be inside this?” I ask. This time, I pull the crotch of my panties to the side, revealing my dripping pink slit, and they groan in unison.

  “Fuck,” curses Troy.

  “Double fuck,” cusses Frank.

  “Don’t you mean quintuple fuck?” asks Trace wryly, ever the ironic one. But in a flash, all five men move closer so that they’re arranged in a star shape. Their legs are spread in wide vees, overlapping with one another so that five huge poles point up to the ceiling, mere inches apart.

  I lick my lips because the sight is absolutely delicious. Holy cow, I have five alpha males here at my disposal, ready to let me use their bodies how I see fit. And I know exactly what I want to do.

  Slowly, I pull my panties down and kick them away, and then pull the cups of my bra down as well so that my enormous breasts are revealed.

  “Now boys,” I coo. I’m just going to get myself a little bit wet before we begin.”

  With that, I straddle Frank’s head and lower my pussy to his lips. His tongue swipes out immediately, savoring my sweet folds, and I wail musically while throwing my hair back. Oh my god. I’m right here, about to enjoy the Five-Sided Feast, and it’s going to be good.

  After a few minutes of desperate tonguing, I lift myself up, my sopping pussy dripping wetly.

  “Don’t we get a taste?” George rasps harshly. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to ride my face for a little while.”

  But I merely giggle.

  “No, but I promise that in the future you will. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy my Five-Sided Feast,” I breathe before moving to the center of the circle where their cocks await. And slowly, I straddle Trace’s hips before lowering my pussy to just brush over his tip. He blue eyes flare wildly, and his glans spurts a bit with anticipation.

  “Shit baby,” he growls. “You look so good like this.”

  I smile at him while cupping my breasts.

  “And all of you look so good too,” I coo. “I can’t wait to enjoy my feast.”

  With that, I press myself down on Trace’s enormous shaft. Oooh, it’s difficult. He’s like his brothers: at least ten inches, with an enormous head that’s already slippery and slick with his seed. My nether lips part to accept the helmet-shaped head and then I force my hips down a bit more. All five men crane as Trace’s pulsing rod begins disappearing slowly into my tiny hole.

  “Ooooh!” I cry out. “This is so good!”

  “Shit, I wish we had a camera,” grunts George. “This is so fucking wrong.”

  But I merely concentrate some more, my eyes closed as my body absorbs his length. Finally, we get to the expected pressure point, and I take a deep breath.

  “You can do it,” growls Trace, his blue eyes savoring every inch of my curvy body. “You’re young. You can take me all.”

  With that, I toss my head back and press down with my hips until my hymen pops, and that enormous shaft slides all the way in.

  “Oh my gosh!” I cry out. “You’re so huge!”

  The other men growl and make grunting noises in their throats.

  “But you look so good,” rasps Troy.

  “I can’t wait for my turn,” grinds out George. “Fuck baby, keep going. We need it just as bad.”

  With that, I throw my head back and move up Trace’s pole, before letting myself descend once more onto that hardness.

  “Oooh!” I scream as I’m filled up once again. “Unnnh fuck!”

  “Show us, baby girl,” Troy commands. “Let us see that clit.”

  I know what he wants. I reach one hand down between my legs and pull my la
bia apart so that the men can see the hard nub of my pleasure as I ride a rod for the first time.

  “That’s it,” Howard rasps. “Fuck you’re so aroused, honey.”

  It’s true because my small nub isn’t small at all. It’s now about two inches and fully aroused, quivering as Trace’s hardness disappears into my sweet channel again and again.

  “Mmm!” is my scream. But Trace has had enough. He can’t hold back anymore and he spurts and shouts, his balls pumping their all into my tight hole.

  “Yes, give it to me,” I coo. “I want it all, big boy.”

  Trace finally recovers, still gasping and panting, and with a sly smile, I get up off his pole, letting the hardness slide from my folds. Once it’s out, a huge gush of seed drips from my sweetest spot, but it doesn’t matter. Within seconds, I’ve positioned myself over Troy’s waiting shaft, and am pushing myself down on the veiny rod.

  “Oh shit!” he gasps.

  “I know,” I say coyly. “Doesn’t another man’s virility make for the best lube? But I want yours too,” I add.

  Just as with Trace, I spread my lips with my fingers so that the men can see everything: the shaft spearing in and out of me, as well as my hard nub alert and on the ready.

  They groan in unison, and with a buck and a shout, Troy comes as well, depositing his load into my sweetness.

  “Yes, give it to me,” I cry out. “I want it all.”

  But once he’s done pumping, I get up and circle to the left to Frank.

  “Your turn big boy,” I say with a coo and a wink. Without any further ado, I impale myself on that waiting shaft and the stretch is incredible. Like his brothers, Frank has an enormous circumference and my twat is stretched to the max.

  “Unh!” I cry out. “Oh fuck!”

  Frank grips my hips.

  “I’m not going to let you get off so easy, honey,” he rasps. “Get ready for a deep pound.”

  Because instead of letting me take things at my own pace, he holds my cunt in place as he fucks up into it.