SOCCER THIRST
I went to the game because of my brother, but mostly because of his teammate. I always sat on the bleachers and watched him run. He looked so good in his uniform. Tight shirt, strong arms, legs moving fast. I tried not to stare too much, but it was hard. I told myself it was just a silly crush. I'm sure there are so many other girls like me who were ogling at him.
After practice, my brother invited his teammate home. They were laughing when they came in, both sweaty and tired. The teammate’s shirt was dark from sweat, clinging to his chest. His arms looked huge, veins popping a little.
He smiled at me and said hello, polite and calm, like he didn’t know what he did to my thoughts.
My brother joked, telling me not to fall for him. He said his teammate was a flirt and bad news for girls.
I laughed and rolled my eyes, but my face felt warm.
Later that night, I went to the kitchen to get water. The house was quiet. As I walked past the living room, I heard voices. Low ones. I slowed down without thinking.
I peeked in.
My brother and his teammate were on the couch, but they weren't just sitting. My brother was on his back, his uniform pants pushed down to his ankles. The teammate was between his legs, still in his jockstrap, the straps framing his perfect, muscled ass.
He was thrusting, a slow, deep rhythm that made my brother arch his back. I could see the teammate’s thick, hard cock sliding in and out of my brother’s ass, glistening with lube. The wet, slick sounds were obscene, mixing with their heavy breathing.
I froze. The teammate’s hands were gripping my brother’s hips, holding him in place. My brother’s hands were clawing at the couch cushions, his mouth open in a silent moan. The teammate’s back was a landscape of muscle, flexing and tensing with every pump of his hips. His tank top was pushed up, showing a line of sweat dripping down the hollow of his spine.
They shifted, and the teammate leaned down, his chest pressing against my brother’s. They kissed, a messy, hungry thing. My brother wrapped his legs around the teammate’s waist, pulling him even deeper. The teammate let out a low groan against my brother’s lips. He looked so powerful, so in control. I hated that I noticed. I hated that I couldn't look away.
“I’m so thirsty,” the teammate said quietly, his voice rough. He didn’t stop moving.
My brother fumbled on the floor, found a water bottle, and handed it to him. The teammate drank without breaking his rhythm, head tilted back, water spilling down his chin and onto his chest. My brother watched him the whole time, his eyes full of a desperate, hungry need I’d never seen before.
When the bottle was empty, the teammate tossed it aside and really started to fuck him. The couch creaked loudly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. It was raw, primal, and so much more than a moment.
I stepped back by accident. The floor made a noise. My brother jumped up, eyes wide. Color left his face.
The teammate stood too, but he didn’t rush. His cock was still hard, jutting out from his body, slick and wet. He looked at me, sweaty, flushed, calm. He didn’t look sorry at all.
“Hey,” he said, like this was normal.
I nodded, heart pounding. I grabbed my water and walked away.
Before I closed the door to my room, I hear the couch creaking again.
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