The Rock
18 Basketball
THURSDAY AND FRIDAY at school were a waste and I’m not sure I actually heard anything in my Mathematical Modeling class or my Chemistry and Biochemistry class at IU. I tore out of class and raced back to St. Joe Valley to dress for basketball practice. Everyone was excited about our last game of the regular season. We were playing LaVille and they’d had a pretty good season too. It was a home game and it seemed like the whole school turned out. All the seniors were in their cords and maroon shirts and looked pretty awesome sitting as a block. Even the pep band sounded good.
We played well and won, though it was a little closer than I thought it would be. The final was 72-61. After we dressed, I managed to get George aside.
“You doing okay, cousin?” I asked.
“You heard?”
“Yeah.”
“Patrón, I really screwed up. I never meant to hurt Theresa. I really like her. But… well, I thought… I guess my balls thought for me,” he said. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I have to ask. Are you abiding by the agreement? Pam is only fifteen.”
“Absolutely. I’ve only just kissed her a couple of times. And I got permission first,” he said.
“Hmm. Maybe you should have gotten permission from Theresa. What is it that you want to happen?”
“You’ve been seeing my mom, haven’t you?” he laughed. “That sounds exactly like what she said.”
“And what did your dad say?”
“To talk to my patrón. Shit. Brian, I don’t know what I want to happen. I want Theresa to not be hurt but I don’t think we’re in it for the long haul together. You know? She’s sixteen. I’m seventeen. I don’t think either of us thought we were going to get married or anything. But then when we were put in the casa together, it just seemed like it had all been decided already and we were stuck with each other.”
“Is that when you noticed Pam practically worshiping the ground you walk on?” I asked.
“No. I’d noticed before. I should have said something before we were adopted into the casa. I’m afraid Theresa thought it meant something more than I thought it meant,” he moaned. “What am I gonna do? I can tell it makes Doug and Rhiannon uncomfortable. And next year, none of you will be around. Mary and I will be the only seniors. Theresa and I will be the only members of our casa here. If we can even stay in the same casa.”
“I think I’m going to have to talk this out with your dad,” I said. “Not about you and TK,” I hastened to add. “I mean, your dad seems to be the only one who has a handle on what we’re doing. Maybe he can give me some pointers on how we handle break-ups.”
“I’m sure he’d love that.”
“Look. You keep abiding by the agreement. Not only about getting permission and age-appropriate behavior. I mean about treating everyone with respect and kindness. I think that’s where you screwed up. You didn’t approach Theresa with respect and kindness. I’m going to talk to her, too. I want to know what she wants. It might not be what you think. Just keep it calm and we’ll come up with something that makes it work.”
Right. What was that going to be?
Saturday, the entire clan caravanned to Indianapolis to watch Whitney and PHS dominate first Indianapolis Ben Davis and then New Bedford to take their second state championship. Sora, Elaine, and Renee joined us at Market Square Arena. Lamar was on the road with the Hoosiers with the first game of the NCAA tournament.
And, of course, Sarah was all the hell the way over in Oberlin, Ohio. That wasn’t so bad when we were all home and she could come to visit us about once a month, but Bloomington was looking like it was a long way from where she was studying. She hadn’t been to visit us since the last weekend of February, but she was coming home to watch the sectionals next weekend and her spring break was going to match ours in April. I knew how much Hannah looked forward to seeing her sister. One more thing to deal with when we move to IU.
Hannah was doing pretty well overall. Whitney had started her on increased forms once the cast came off and she was dropping the weight she’d gained in Evansville. It wasn’t gone yet, but she was making steady progress. In fact, Hannah, Samantha, and I were spending the night with Elaine and planned a day of shopping for new clothes before we went back north.
Still, she had bouts of unexplainable crying when I’d come home for lunch and find her curled in a ball in her room. I learned quickly not to ask ‘what’s wrong.’ Nothing was wrong. She didn’t mean to be crying. It just overwhelmed her. All I could do was make sure she’d taken the right doses of her medication, maybe shower with her and wash her hair, or take her out to love the horses for a while. Twice, I’d been late for my first class because I didn’t want to leave her alone.
Elaine’s roommates gave us a really strange look when she brought home not only me but Hannah and Sam.
“If you’d warned us, we’d have made up the sofa bed,” Gail said when we came in.
“Don’t worry about it,” Elaine said brightly. “They’re all sleeping with me.”
“Really?” Linda asked. “Elaine, if you’d mentioned you were okay with one or two extras, Gail and I would have volunteered to be with you and Brian. Really. If he could make me squeal once like he does you, I wouldn’t care if there was someone else in the bed, too.”
“Linda, you are so bad,” Elaine shot back. “Jim would not be happy to hear that kind of talk coming from the girl he worships. Besides, these aren’t just bed-warmers. These are my hearthmates Hannah and Samantha. We’re part of the same family.”
“Weird. Are you part of some cult, Elaine?” Gail asked.
“Yeah. Why don’t we call it that?” Samantha suggested. “It’s so much easier than explaining that we are a clan and a casa with cónyuge and compañera. We can just be a cult and people would stop asking questions.”
“Manson and Jonestown,” I said. “Let’s just love each other and not call it anything, okay?” Samantha hugged me and gave me a deep kiss. Gail and Linda watched us as the four of us headed for Elaine’s bedroom.
Elaine didn’t have a big bed. It was cozy. After she checked with Samantha and Hannah, we claimed one side of the bed and the two girls took the other. Elaine hadn’t had any loving for a month and there was no question about what she wanted. She started on top and I guess we got a little carried away. I rolled her over after her first orgasm and kept pushing into her as I felt my own build.
That kind of pushed at Sam and Hannah and Hannah got out of bed and came to the other side. The girls bracketed us and held us in their arms as we both came.
“Again. Again,” Elaine panted. I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but I pulled out and Hannah stripped off my condom and got another ready. Samantha went down on me to make sure my cock stayed as rigid as possible. Elaine rolled over and pushed up onto her knees as Hannah applied the fresh condom. I looked at her and she smiled. She’d been with me while I made love to another of our hearthmates, but she’d never participated quite so actively. She gave me a light kiss.
“She really needs you,” she whispered while holding my cock at Elaine’s sloppy entrance. I pushed in and Elaine once again became the center of my focus. Hannah continued to watch and touch the two of us. Samantha had her hands busy in her own pussy and the next time I pushed Elaine over the edge, Sam howled out an orgasm in harmony.
I started to chuckle as I contemplated what Gail and Linda were going to think of that when we saw them in the morning, but Elaine’s pussy was pulsing so rapidly around my cock that the chuckle was supplanted by my own howl as I filled the second condom.
We ended the night with me in the middle, Elaine lying mostly on top of me, and Hannah and Samantha cuddled to our sides. We were all hot and sweaty and smelled of sex. Before I slept, I received sweet kisses from all three girls. Hannah was smiling.
“So fun to watch,” she sighed. “You love each other so much. It makes me happy.”
I couldn’t quite understand how it could. I was just glad she was with us.
We didn’t go overboard shopping, but Hannah was thrilled with the fact that she had new jeans that fit her snugly and tops that were a few sizes smaller than what she’d been wearing. She wasn’t as happy about fitting her boobs into a couple new bras. She still hated the things and usually wore just a camisole or T-shirt. Her extra weight, though, had softened her flesh and she needed the support even though her breasts still weren’t large.
“Hannah, you only really need to wear one when you are exercising or riding,” Samantha soothed her. “You should think comfort first. If I don’t wear a bra, I feel like I’m bouncing all over and I’m really about the same size as you. For me, it’s uncomfortable unless something is giving me a little support. Or someone,” she added, looking up at me. Eventually, Hannah chose one bra that was so thin it was just about transparent, but she felt it supported her without a bunch of wires and pads. The other was clearly a sports bra of the same style that Whitney wore—made to hold things firmly in place while she was bouncing around in her exercises.
“Hey, TK,” I said at lunch on Monday. I hadn’t been staying for our lunch group every day because I rushed home to visit Hannah before I went to class at IUSB. Today, I made a point of finding George’s ex. She was at the table, but as far from everyone else as she could get.
“Hi, Brian,” she said glumly.
“Would you like to have dinner tonight and talk about it?” I asked.
“Don’t you have enough girlfriends?” she snapped.
“I didn’t ask you to sit on my face, Theresa. If you want to sulk by yourself, that’s fine. If you’d like to talk or even just bitch at someone, my invitation still stands.” Her lip quivered a little. She nodded at me.
“I can’t stay out past nine. Mom and Dad have insisted that midnight curfew only applies to weekends and not school nights,” she whispered.
“I have to agree,” I said. “We can always repeat. We don’t have to cover everything tonight. I just want you to know that you have a friend—a lot of friends who care for you.” She leaned against me and gave me a hug with her face pressed against my shoulder.
Coach worked us hard at practice Monday afternoon and I sort of regretted having made a date afterward. I was pretty wiped out, but I was committed.
Mr. and Mrs. Kelly were pleasant when I picked up Theresa but emphasized the fact that she needed to be home by nine.
“I don’t really like her dating boys that are so much older,” Mr. Kelly said. “If it wasn’t for your agreement and your reputation, I wouldn’t allow it at all. After this last relationship, I question my wisdom.”
“I understand, sir,” I said. “But I’m taking Theresa to dinner as a friend, not a boyfriend. I feel kind of responsible for everyone in our clan and I just want to listen to her and see if I can help.”
“Well, don’t go helping too much. You know what I mean?”
“Yessir.”
“I already knew we were kind of winding down. Why couldn’t he just talk to me about it or break up instead of just telling me that he was taking Pam out and would I like to go, too? He was such a jerk.”
TK had wasted no time at all in laying into George. She’d talked all through one of the White Spot’s big Chef Salads that she’d insisted was all she wanted. I could understand that. It was big enough that I was surprised she could eat it all. I wiped off the juice from my hamburger that was running down my hand toward my wrist.
“Pam’s a nice girl but she’s so young!” Theresa continued. “Is he going to keep trading down to a newer model all his life? I let him touch me! I mean… you know… there. I thought that maybe if things went well I’d give him a blow job after prom. I guess I’m not going to prom now. At least I didn’t buy a dress.”
“Are you in love with George?” I asked.
“Yes. No. You know, not really,” she said. “I mean even before this. There just aren’t enough boys who are willing to play by the rules, you know? And for all we tried things and experimented, George was a stickler for the rules. It was comfortable. We could go out and I’d know we’d have fun and I’d get home intact. But… well, he’s a little boring. It’s not that he doesn’t mean well or isn’t smart, but he’s not much of a conversationalist. You know what I mean? Not like you.”
I almost choked on my Coke. I’d hardly said anything all evening. She’d just kept ranting and I let her run. Maybe that’s what she meant.
“Do you want to leave your casa?” I asked after she’d run on for another fifteen minutes.
“Oh, God! No! I love Doreen. She’s like a big sister that I never had. And Rhiannon. And Doug.” She almost whispered that last one. Might be a little hero worship of her own going on there. “We just need more boys. Who aren’t gay.”
“What do you mean?” I wondered if Geoff’s cover had been blown.
“Oh, you know. Leonard. We’ve been kind of protecting him ever since we formed the group. As long as he was hanging out with some cute girls that went out with him, nobody singled him out. It’s more dangerous for Monte and Ross. They’re getting kind of demonstrative with each other, even when they’re with Judy and Lexi. And don’t get me wrong. They aren’t gay, but I’ve never met guys who were so completely bi before. It’s going to be interesting to see what happens when those four turn seventeen,” Theresa said.
“What would you like to happen in your situation?” I asked. I wanted to get the subject off the gay and bi guys in our clan and back to her. I wondered if Geoff knew Leonard was gay. Probably. That didn’t mean they were attracted to each other, though. I really needed to think through the whole reason that gay guys wanted to be part of the dating agreement. I could see the possibility of a gay/bi casa being formed. Would that be bad?
“I just want to stay with my casa. And I don’t want things to be awkward around George. He can be a jerk, but he’s part of the clan. He just needs to grow up a little. I just want to find somebody nice to date. I wish I was into girls. I’m just not interested in sharing a guy with someone else—male or female,” she said. It looked like she’d finally run down.
“Well, I’m no matchmaker, but you should definitely keep an eye out for that guy. And talk to Rose about the simplified agreement she used when she was dating outside the clan as a sophomore. It worked pretty well and she did get to date several guys. It was kind of a scouting mission. I bet as soon as guys in your class find out you’re available, you’ll get asked out more.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Sometimes it seems like people think that the agreement itself is like going steady. As long as we’re a part of it, we’re taken. Maybe there will be more. It’s going to get pretty lonely here when Doreen, Doug, and Rhiannon go to IU. I guess that’s the downside of being adopted into the clan.”
I paid the check.
“Thank you for taking me out and letting me vent, Brian. May I give my patrón a little goodnight kiss?”
“Sure,” I said as I stopped at her door. I expected a nice friendly kiss. What I got was friendly, all right. She reamed my mouth with her tongue like she’d forgotten to eat.
“See what a dummy he was?” TK said.
I watched her walk into her house and left. Shit!
The whole week was a blur. We were headed into the sectionals and were hosting it again. It was hard to concentrate on classes either at St. Joe Valley or at IUSB. It was an extension campus but was just as frantic about the Hoosiers moving a step closer to the sweet sixteen as most of Indiana was about the high school tournament. The girls put both Josh and me to sleep Friday night with a thorough massage and it was lights out.
I had no taping for the month of March, so I woke up slowly Saturday morning. Hannah was pressed against my back and Courtney had my cock wedged between her butt cheeks. I could feel a second hand across both Hannah and me and assumed correctly that Samantha was in bed with us. When I reached across Courtney, I found Jennifer. I really needed a bigger bed.
None of the girls were letting me get out of it, though. Courtney was determined to get me off by just rubbing me in her crack. It was working. I kind of thought the whole bed was moving with the same rhythm. I felt that tingling behind my balls as it built toward the blast that followed, spraying between Court and me on her back and my stomach. I moaned long and loud.
Hannah’s hand slipped between us and she scooped a bit of my come onto her finger. I turned to see her sniff at her finger and then lick it. She’d never described to me what she’d done with her former asshole boyfriend and I really didn’t want to know but I was pretty sure she’d tasted come before. I guessed that she must be comparing it. Regardless, she hugged me tightly and then wiggled out of bed to head for the shower. Court and I followed her bare butt and Jennifer and Samantha rolled together to give each other a little satisfaction.
In the shower, the girls continued pampering me. They shampooed my hair and soaped me all over. Eventually they got my cock up again.
“You left your girlfriend hanging in there,” Hannah said. “You need to take care of her or she’ll have blue pussy or something all day.” We giggled about her convoluted term but I got the message. I knelt and Courtney put one leg over my shoulder, balancing herself against the wall of the shower. I held her butt to stabilize her and put my mouth to work on her clit. Before long I had a finger in her butt and she was whining. That’s when I felt the hand on my cock.
Hannah was kneeling behind me, reaching around with a soapy hand to stroke my erection while I ate Courtney. It wasn’t so much that it was the greatest hand-job in the world but that it was Hannah’s hand giving it. She could drive me crazy. I wasn’t about to leave Courtney hanging, so I just kept licking her clit while Hannah pumped my cock to its logical conclusion. I came hard enough that even from my kneeling position I hit Court in the pussy with my come.
I noticed that all the guys in our clan were pretty relaxed when we got to the gym. We played Liberty in the second game of the afternoon knowing that Whitcomb had already beaten Harrison Military and were resting up for their evening game. We shot. We dribbled. We passed. We flowed. We won. The team moms had prepared us a meal that we ate in the school cafeteria as soon as we came out of the showers.
The guys from Harrison were having a catered lunch, too, but they were pretty much done by the time we got there. I felt bad for Liberty since they wouldn’t have time for a meal before they had to be back on the court to face the military academy for the consolation game. A couple of the Harrison guys thanked us for softening them up. They were in for a surprise.
Playing Whitcomb in the final was like a repeat performance. They were a traditional rival, but they didn’t have the depth this year that we had. Coach had called up two of the top JV guys, the twins Brent and Trent, to fill out our fifteen-man roster. I think Coach Hancock and Coach Trickle had been collaborating on their training because the new guys integrated in pretty smoothly by the end of the first week of practice. They weren’t quite in the full rotation yet, but Coach made sure they played at least once in every quarter. They’d be fully integrated by Regionals.
First, of course, we had to beat Whitcomb. It was nip and tuck and we trailed by two going into the half. We were pretty sure they’d come out strong after the twenty-minute rest period, but instead of lecturing us, Coach sent us all through the showers and Geoff had fresh jerseys for us before we went back to the court. From then on, we just kept hammering away at them. Josh and I each hit two three-pointers in the second half and kept feeding the ball around their defense. Bert was handling the play calling when he was on the court and I was second at point when I was in.
George, Carl, and Doug handled the forwards like clockwork and even Barry was surprising rotating with Lionel at center. You never knew what position Derek, Del, Tom, or Steve would go in for. Rich switched between forward and center. Whitcomb stayed with us until the last four minutes and then we opened up a six-point lead and stayed there to take our Sectional championship.
We’d gotten to know some of the Whitcomb guys and even scrimmaged with them over the summer a couple times in pick-up games. They congratulated us on the win and applauded when Lionel and Bert cut the nets from the basket to drape them on our new trophy after the game. As intense as the past week was, I wasn’t sure if I’d pass any classes the rest of this month. It was hard to concentrate on Mathematical Modeling when you had to get to the gym for what was really important.
After the game, I came out expecting all my casa to be waiting for me to go out and celebrate. Instead, two cheerleaders hooked my arms and marched me to my car. Uh-oh. Louise had promised me a real present if we won the tournament. Apparently, she meant Brenda. We got in her car with me sandwiched between her and Rose. My car had already left with other members of the group.
I was surprised again when we got home and only Moms and Dad were up. Jennifer and Courtney had already gone to bed and Samantha was spending the night with Hannah. It was just the three of us stripping out of our clothes upstairs for a quick shower before we crawled into bed naked.
God! I was in tit heaven. Both girls were trying to get a nipple in my mouth at the same time, squashing their beauties together so I could lick both of them at the same time.
These two might not be quite the gymnasts that Sora was, but they were two extremely flexible and very sexy girls.
“Why aren’t you with Carl tonight?” I stupidly asked Brenda. Why would I care? She was getting ready to sit on my face as Rose fucked me with her tits.
“Oh, Louise had something special in mind for him tonight. I doubt he’ll get much sleep. She wants to take him around the world,” Brenda said.
“What?”
“French, Greek, English, and a side-trip to the Swiss Alps. She’s determined, but that girl is going to walk bow-legged for the next week. It’s like you did with me a few weeks ago. Blow-job, pussy, ass, and tits. I loved it when you did me anally,” Brenda said, “but I missed the game the next day because I couldn’t trust my sphincter. No offense, but Carl is a little wider than you are. Not as long, but really thick. That’s why when you two plug me, you’ll get the back door.”
“I bet that won’t happen until after basketball season is over,” Rose laughed. She moved forward and started rubbing my cock through her juices as Brenda settled her pussy on my mouth.
I didn’t know if it was always going to be like this, but I’d never tasted a pussy I didn’t love. There were subtle differences, but I didn’t have words to describe them. Sweet, pungent, light, heavy—none of the words I knew were adequate to describe the taste and smell of my girls. I could tell Liz and Samantha blindfolded. With Samantha it was the whole experience. Her pussy was so smooth and hairless that you just couldn’t mistake anyone else for her, even if she was clean-shaved.
Then there was… Mmm. I lost track of what I was thinking as Rose settled down on my cock and Brenda started to flood my mouth. My hands found the girls’ tits and their hands touching each other. I wasn’t sure if the muffled moans I heard were because Brenda had her thighs against my ears or because the girls were kissing. I figured both. I couldn’t mistake the sound of Rose’s orgasm, though.
Before I could catch up with her, she’d dismounted and started rolling a condom on me. The girls switched places and in seconds I was buried to the balls in Brenda and had Rose’s sweet nectar dripping into my mouth as I tongued her to another climax. This time, Brenda and I both joined her and the release came from deep inside as did the bellow that I let loose in Rose’s pussy.
It was already after midnight, but we kept going until after four. I whispered my little prayer to Hannah before I even went to sleep.
“Look,” a whispered voice cut into my consciousness. “How long do you think they kept going last night?”
“A long time. There’s four condoms in the wastebasket and I emptied it yesterday morning.” The bed shifted as more girls piled in. I heard Brenda and Rose both moaning.
“And there’s come still leaking out of Rose,” Sam said. Yeah. I must be awake now. I could tell who spoke. “Compañera, may I clean you up a little?” Rose moaned sleepily and then gasped. I chuckled. I just knew the clean-up was being done with Sam’s tongue.
“You deserve a little clean-up, too,” Jennifer said on the other side of me. “You might not have Brian’s come dripping out of you, but you are dripping.” Brenda gasped. Wow! Jennifer going down on Brenda?
“I’ll hold him and you show me how,” Hannah said as I felt her hand on my cock. After last night I wasn’t quite as hard this morning as I would normally be. “Do you think he can do it again?” A mouth licked at me and kissed the tip of my cock.
“I guarantee he would if you put your lips around it,” Courtney giggled. “But I think I can coax one from him if you aren’t ready. I’ll share it with you.” My eyes finally popped open wide as Court engulfed my cock. I looked straight into Hannah’s eyes and she smiled at me. She looked down at Courtney and then back to me.
“She really likes it,” Hannah mouthed to me. She made a funny face as if that was the strangest thing in the world. Well, with what Court was doing to me and with Hannah holding and stroking me as Courtney bobbed on me, I really liked it, too.
Rose grabbed my hand on one side and Brenda on the other.
“Oh God! Gently, Sam. I’m so tender after last night,” Rose moaned. “No! Don’t stop. I already have ripples running through me. I don’t think I ever stopped coming.”
“Jennifer,” Brenda gasped, “do you mind if I send Louise over for lessons? I never thought you’d do me.”
“How could I resist a beautiful pussy like yours?” Jen sighed and went back to licking. Courtney popped off my cock for a second.
“She’s a real pussy hound,” she laughed. “She’d go down on every girl in the clan if I didn’t keep her mouth full.”
“You love it,” Jen said. “Especially when you get to lick one of them off my face.” One of them? How many girls was Jen doing?
“You’re all so naughty,” Hannah said. “I think I need to kiss Brian so he has something else to think about.”
“You go girl,” Rose moaned.
Hannah had to let go of my cock in order to crawl up to my face and kiss me, but she kissed me tenderly then slid her lips to my ear to whisper.
“Will you kiss me while you come in Courtney’s mouth? It would be almost like we were making love, wouldn’t it?” Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it would. Her next kiss was a little more intense and by the time she’d shown me how far her kissing skills had come, I was coming in Courtney’s mouth and both Brenda and Rose were rhythmically squeezing my hands as they climaxed. As they relaxed, I freed my hands and wrapped my arms around Hannah to thoroughly kiss her as I held her to my chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “You are such a wonderful lover.”
By two o’clock on Sunday, my room resembled a nudist resort. With so many girlfriends showing their charms, I still didn’t have a stirring in my cock. I’d been milked dry. I couldn’t help but notice that Josh stayed limp, too, and wondered who Cassie had convinced to help her on that. Mary was hanging close to the two of them all afternoon. We pulled on our gis to go downstairs for food, but once we were back in the room, it took only moments before everyone was naked again. Most everyone left after dinner except Whitney and Liz. They weren’t going anyplace and both got a good dose of loving, though more abbreviated than the two girls the night before.
I found out why Whitney was there in the morning. She had all the women of the household out to do forms with us Monday morning. Mom and Dad went to work, but Anna even worked out with us in the cool March air. We still all worked up a sweat. After we showered, Whitney, Liz and I went to school. Hannah, Jennifer, and Courtney went to the horses. All three girls were getting anxious to ride, but since we didn’t have an indoor arena, we had to be careful of the ground. With Hannah and Jennifer still recovering from broken bones, none of us wanted to take a chance on slippery surfaces.
After first period on Wednesday morning, I was grabbed from behind and spun around by Bill Williams. He looked mad and I instantly prepared to deflect a blow, but Bill wasn’t stupid. I figured he’d done about everything he would in school just by grabbing me. Maybe he hoped I’d swing at him, but I couldn’t figure out why.
“Are you fucking my sister?” he demanded. Oh. That was why.
“Bill, you know I wouldn’t tell you even if I was. She’s seventeen. She can make her own choices.”
“I heard her and that Cassie talking about everybody being naked. You just keep your hands off her. You understand?” he growled. I got pissed. I can appreciate a brother wanting to protect his sister, but he’d already screwed that up big time.
“Why the sudden concern, Bill? You never cared before.”
“The hell, I didn’t. I’ll kill anyone who touches her.”
“Yeah, right. Just like you killed your buddy Art two years ago?”
“I never did anything to Art.”
“That’s the point. That was back when Mary thought the world of you. When she trusted you to protect her. That was when it was more important for you to get stoned than protect her as your buddy Art took her to his car and tried to rape her. Some brother you turned out to be. You waved at them even though she didn’t want to go,” I said. Mary had given me the story back when we were talking to the younger group before the adoption.
“He’d never do anything to her.”
“He tore her blouse before she kicked him in the balls and managed to get out of the car and run. If he hadn’t been so stoned, she probably wouldn’t have made it. As it was, a classmate of hers saw her on a back road and picked her up. They became friends and the two of them joined the dating group the next year. Mary hasn’t depended on you to protect her—or needed you to—for two years.”
You could tell that what I said hit him harder than if I’d actually slugged him. Bill was stricken. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he stared at me with his lips quivering. Then he turned and ran off down the hall.
Sarah got in late Friday night. She surprised us all when she crawled into bed with Hannah and me.
“Who’s a naughty sister now? Naked with our boyfriend?” Sarah giggled. Hannah squealed and hugged her sister.
“He’s been trying to teach me how you do it,” Hannah laughed. “Now you can show me! What are you doing home? I didn’t think you were coming until break.”
“I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday alone,” Sarah moaned. “I know it isn’t until Tuesday, but I thought I could at least celebrate this weekend with the family I love.”
“Oh, sister. I love you. Why do you still have clothes on?”
That situation was quickly remedied and Sarah was soon cuddled between Hannah and me. It was wonderful to have her with us. She kissed each of us and then kissed me again.
“Can we make love in the morning?” she asked. “I’ve been driving since I got out of class at five.”
“Of course we can, compañera. It’s so wonderful to have you here with us.”
“Will you be my compañera, sister? I love you.”
“Hannah, honey, I’ve always been your compañera.”
Making love to Sarah early in the morning with Hannah holding the two of us and alternately kissing each of us was a slightly disorienting experience. Hannah had shed most of her extra weight and had let her black-dyed hair grow out. The two looked more like each other each time I saw them together. I had to remind myself which one actually had her pussy wrapped around my cock as I sprayed into the condom inside Sarah.
“Okay, men,” Coach said between games that afternoon. We’d dispatched Rochester pretty smoothly, but Auburn was looking strong for the evening game. And they had the home-court advantage this time. “You did a good job this afternoon, but this is a new game. These guys are tough. From this point on we’re only playing teams who have already proven themselves to be strong competitors. But you know something? You’ve proven it, too. They are sitting in the locker room thinking that in order to get a state championship, they’ve got to get past us. And they’re not happy about that. Right now is when our season starts. We’re 0-and-0. That’s right. No wins. No losses. If we win tonight, we’ll be 1-and-0. If we lose, we’ll have a one-game losing season. So, what are we going to do?”
“Beat ’em!” we yelled.
“Who are we?”
“St. Joe Valley Trojans!”
We were pretty psyched. Coach was right. Having a 19-and-1 record going into the game would mean nothing if we didn’t win tonight. Half our team were seniors who had played together since we were freshmen. If we lost tonight, our high school careers were over. For me, it would be the last game I played for an actual team. We took the game to them.
They brought it right back to us.
We traded baskets all through the first half and were tied at the buzzer. They’d tried to get more physically aggressive, but we slid around them—usually with the ball. Even with their increased aggressiveness, there were few fouls called. We just didn’t let them touch us.
The second half was where we won or lost games. We were all pretty fresh because of our rotation practice. Auburn was pretty well-rounded on the bench, but they let their players stay on the court until they were exhausted. They had a couple of stars and the stars were too tired to do what they needed to.
Lionel caught my pass in the keyhole facing up-court, away from our basket. I’d never seen anything like it when he just jumped and slam dunked the ball behind his head. We led by two at the final buzzer and had another regional championship under our belts. As Coach put it, we were 1-and-0.
Next week, we’d have just one game against the northwestern regional champs. The game would be played at Warsaw even though they didn’t have a team in the semi-state competition. They had a good gym and both 3A teams would be on neutral ground. Our game would be preceded by the 1A semi-state. The 2A and 4A semis would be played in Anderson.
It was a long bus ride home, but I was happy to just drift off to sleep holding Rose next to me.
Hannah and Sarah met me at the school. Rose kissed them both and said she was going home and not with us. When we got home, we were joined by Liz and Nikki, but everyone acknowledged that the loving—when we got to it—was going to be for Sarah’s birthday. We’d have to send her back to Oberlin Sunday afternoon.
“I can wait a few more hours,” Liz magnanimously offered. Oh boy!
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