Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (3 page)

Money was fine, but it truly was all about family. One of my greatest joys would be to see Lance teach Chaz how to play soccer as we lived happily ever after.
Will I ever get what I want out of life?
I wondered as Lance watched a match on television.

“What do you want to do tonight?” I asked.

“Same thing we do every night,” he said, not looking away from the screen.

“We don’t have to become boring now that we’re parents. We can get a babysitter sometime.”

“Really? You’re ready for that?” He looked over at me.

I nodded. “I miss you so much. We were so close, and now…”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes. “I want you so bad, but…”

“The baby takes all our time,” I interrupted, finishing his thought.

He stood up and walked over to me. A moment later, he threw his strong arms around me.

“I love you,” he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips.

I moaned as he held me tight and our lips met. His kiss made me wet - until the baby started crying. With a sigh, I broke away and walked toward the nursery.

“It’s okay,” he said, stopping me. “I got it.”

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Just don’t turn of the game, okay?”

I smiled as he walked away to take care of our baby. He was such a good father. Once he finished college, we would be able to concentrate on building our family. I couldn’t wait.

Lance

“Just one more time,” I begged as we laid in bed next to each other. “The babysitter has him all night.”

“Really? Again?”

“We never have any time together anymore.”

“Are you saying you regret becoming a father?”

“What?” I sat up in bed. “Not at all. I love him and you a lot.”

“I’m just checking,” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

“I can just tell,” I said, reaching out to run my hand over a naked breast.

“Mmm,” she moaned, not stopping me.

As I rubbed her hard, dark nipple, my cock stirred between my legs. She spread her legs. I moved between them and positioned myself to enter her tight, wet, and willing pussy. That tightness! I thought as I pushed in and our of her sweet hole. When she wrapped her arms around my back, I pounded even faster.

The scent of strawberries drifted through the air from the shampoo in her hair. I stared into her eyes, wanting to read all her thoughts, especially the dirty ones. She did not look away, which is one of the many reasons I loved her. I felt her hands move down to my ass, pulling me forward a little more with each thrust.

“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly, her chest moving up and down.

I looked down at her breasts, the milky white flesh moving like poetry, as I slowed down my strokes, wanting to draw it out. To be honest, I was tired, but I couldn’t get enough of her. We stared at each other intently, both of our faces contorted in pleasure.

“Faster,” she hissed. “Fuck me faster.”

I obeyed. I married the best woman on Earth, I thought as I got caught up in the moment. In a flash, I gasped as my cock throbbed deep inside her. As my orgasm raced through my body, sending pleasure everywhere, she cried out as well. After so many times, we had finally timed everything perfectly. Her pussy clenched tightly around my hardness as I pushed in and out a few more times.

“That was so good,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck,” I said, speechless.

She giggled. We cuddled. Life became better as with each passing day our love for each other grew stronger. We made each other happy, sad, and all the other emotions that make us human. No matter what happened, I could never say I wasn’t happy I had taken a chance and gotten into a relationship with my stepsister.

Touch Where?

I sat on the porch swing and stared out into the front yard. After only two days home for summer break, I was bored as hell. My Junior year had gone fairly well, and I was looking forward to my Senior year, but I had to somehow get through the next couple of months with the parents. After so much freedom at college, I wasn't adjusting well to having them all up in my business.

“What's up?” Josh, my stepbrother, asked as he walked up on the porch.

He was shirtless, as usual, and his muscles glistened in the sun. His skin continued to shine once he was on the porch and in the shade. He had an amazing body. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Not much. The usual. Where you been?”

“Out playing football.”

“You win?”

“Of course.”

“Take me with you next time, please?” I begged.

“And have all my buddies hitting on you? Yeah, right.”

He laughed then opened the screen door and went inside. As it swung shut, I looked back out at the yard. After three years of college, I finally realized that Josh was one of the good guys. He wasn't seeing anyone, which made me curious. With such a hot body and a kind, giving attitude, he should have women crawling over him. Why was he saving himself?

* * * * *

The next morning, I got up early and put on the sexiest football clothes I could find. I even used some makeup as warpaint on my face. My jersey, which had been cut to barely cover my breasts, had the number sixty nine prominently displayed. I had to get out of the house without my parents seeing how I was dressed, but it would be worth it when I saw Josh's face.

“What the hell, Lissa.”

“I told you I want to play football with you.”

“Dressed like that?” he gasped as we stood in the front yard.

“You don't like?”

I twirled around to give him a better view. He shook his head then started walking away, knowing he couldn't do anything to stop me. As I walked behind him, not trying to catch up, I couldn't help looking at his ass. It was so tight. I felt a little dirty because he was my stepbrother, but he was really the best guy I'd ever met in my life.

“No flirting with the guys,” he said as we walked.

“What, are you jealous?” I teased.

“Don't be gross. You're my sister.”

“Stepsister,” I reminded him.

“Still...”

“You don't think I'm cute?”

Before he answered, we made it to the field. Some of the guys started to whistle and hoot until they saw that Josh was pissed off. Around a dozen guys, half with shirts off already, were standing in a group as we walked over. One of them tossed me a football, which I caught without a problem. I actually knew quite a bit about the game and how to play.

“What's she doing here?” Jerry asked.

“I'm playing.”

“Until you get tackled, right?”

“We're playing touch football today,” Josh said, then added. “She's on shirts.”

The guys all groaned at the news I wouldn't be taking my top off, which made me smile and bounce a little so my tits jiggled under my tight shirt. Josh glared at me, but I was going to have some fun. After the first play, I realized they weren't playing around, and I got serious about the game. My plan hadn't included getting sweaty, but all I cared about was making sure my team won.

Josh was on the skins team, so I really wanted to beat him. I was already smarter than him, so it would feel good to be better than him at something he loved like football. By the second half of the game, I knew it was going to take everything I had to actually win. My other teammates were okay, but they couldn't keep their eyes on the ball and off me, which gave me an idea.

At the end of the fourth quarter, we had the ball and needed one more touchdown to lock in our win. Josh and the others knew this, of course, so they were going to be giving it all they had to block our play. Right when the ball was tossed to our quarterback, I lifted up my shirt, showing my pert little boobs. The other team, including my stepbrother, gawked while Tom ran the ball in for a touchdown.

“Fuck yeah,” I yelled, dropping my shirt and dancing around.

“No fair,” Josh said.

“You're really going to argue that you were unable to make a play because you were staring at your stepsister's boobs?”

I laughed along with the rest of the guys. Josh frowned slightly and his face turned red, but he didn't say anything in front of the others. We all drank Gatorade and traded stories about the best and worst plays of the game. I won the daily MVP award, which was a quarter ounce of weed. As I took the small baggy, I realized why my stepbrother had been playing so hard. He was the biggest pothead.

“I'm leaving,” Josh said, waving as he walked away.

“Wait up, I'm coming too,” I said as I jogged over to him.

When we were out of earshot, he turned to me and said, “I can't believe you did that.”

“What, it won us the game and I got the MVP weed. Besides, it's not like you've not seen them before.”

“I told you that was an accident.”

“Whatever. Chill out. I'll smoke you out later tonight if you want. It's bridge night.”

“I know what night it is. I'm here all year long, remember?”

Why is he so pissed at me? I wondered as we walked the rest of the way home in silence. When we got back to the house, our parents were gone. It was their night to play cards with the neighbors and gossip. I was half convinced they smoked weed when they went too, but I never had any proof. Inside the house, I followed Josh into the kitchen where he got some more water.

“I get the shower first,” he said after taking a long drink.

“Fuck that. I'm the MVP.”

“Go smoke your weed and leave me alone, okay?”

He rushed upstairs. I heard the bathroom door slam as I finished the water he'd left. My body was sweaty and icky, and I wanted to change my clothes so I could relax and smoke some weed. Before I changed my mind, I headed upstairs. Outside the door, I heard the shower running. Slowly, I reached down and turned the brass handle.

A thousand and one thoughts ran through my hand as I inched the door open just enough so I could slip in. I saw his silhouette through the shower curtain as steam billowed up, filling the room. I took off my shorts then pulled my top off. I caught my image in the mirror and swallowed. What I was about to do was wrong, but it felt so right.

One of the thoughts involved flushing the toilet then running from the room in laughter, but for that I didn't need to be naked. Still unsure of what I was about to do, I stepped forward on the thick, plush rug then stopped and scrunched up my toes. Without thinking about it too much, my hand reached out and threw the shower curtain open.

Josh turned quickly, almost losing his balance. When I saw him about to fall, I rushed forward and grabbed his waist. Well, I meant to grab his waist. Instead, my small, delicate hand brushed against his cock – which was hard. Had I interrupted him? I wondered as I pulled my arm back then looked up at his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“I thought you were falling.”

“So you grab my cock?”

“Well, if it wasn't so big right now. I was trying to grab your waist.”

We both looked down at his hard cock. His dick. His pecker. His penis. No matter what I called it, I couldn't help but be impressed by its length and girth. The best part was the fact that it curved upward slightly.

“I meant why the fuck are you in here when I'm taking a shower.”

“I was icky. I just wanted to clean up. Don't get any pervy ideas.”

I stepped into the shower behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Conserving water. Don't freak out. Pass me the soap.”

As I tried to pretend what I was doing was perfectly natural, I started to soap up my body. His cock being hard was something I hadn't expected, but I wanted to keep going. To be honest, I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing. Then Josh turned to face me, his muscles rippling as he soaped up as well. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.

“Get my back?” I asked, turning around.

I felt his thick, heavy hand on my back, and I felt as if I was going to fall to my knees. They felt weak as I tried to control my breathing.

“Now my front.”

When I turned to face him again, he stared directly into my eyes. At the same time, his hands reached out and began fondling my breasts, getting them really soapy. The feeling of his fingers touching my body made me feel wonderful. Then I touched his body. My fingers ran down his hard chest and chiseled abs and grabbed onto his hard step-cock.

“Unh,” he grunted then slid his hand down the front of my body.

I moaned as I felt his palm on my pussy. Water fell on us as we continued to touch each other. With each drop that fell, more steam rose up, clouding us and our actions. Neither of us wanted to stop. He didn't look away, continuing to stare at me as he pleased me. Had he had this fantasy before? I wondered briefly as I felt him throb in my hand.