Kicking Reality

“Yes,” she beams with a crooked smile. “Congratulations, you smashed it today.”

She jumps up and hugs him, much to his shock. When she lets go, he waits, searching our surroundings. I lean in and hug him, careful not to close my eyes.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear.

I pull back, careful not to raise suspicion and trying my best to control the heat that throbs between my legs. I’m wearing a black lacy thong, and it’s doing nothing to curb the ache; the thin piece of string rubbing against my clit making it ten times worse.

“So anyway, where’s Ash?”

The cocky ba

stard keeps his expression fixed, his delicious lips grinning with delight. He turns around for a moment, then turns back with his eyes directed at mine. Ash is standing in the middle of a crowd, jug in hand with bloodshot eyes, singing the team’s anthem.

“Oh God, he’s gone,” I mutter.

“Your brother is a toot!” Poppy says cheerily.

“Yeah. Where is Alessandra?”

Logan shrugs, then leans in. “People are watching us. I’ll meet you later.”

Many people in the room had spotted me and Poppy, wanting selfies. Logan walks away and joins some other teammates, leaving us alone with the small group of fans that joined us.

Ash spots us and runs straight to me, almost colliding with Poppy.

“Emmy!” He hugs me tight, suffocating me with his odor of sweat and beer.

“Alright, you’re kinda strangling me.” I struggle to remove myself from his grip.

“Can you believe I scored that last goal? Especially since I had a huge fight with Sandy that morning. I was too pissed to tell you.”

It explained why Alessandra seemed almost robotic that morning. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, assuming she was stressed about the game like me.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Don’t care. I’m so glad you’re here!”

He suffocates me again, then stands on the table with a wobble, whistling loudly to the crowd.

“I wanna do a speech.”

The crowd cheers, a loud rumble with feet banging against the wooden floors.

“Firstly, to Coach. You fucking break my balls dude and now I know why.”

Coach Bennett tips his hat, smiling like a drunken fool.

“To Mom and Dad. I fucking love you guys. You are the best parents ever.”

Another loud rumble from the crowd. Mom is almost in tears, quick to wipe them away as she downs another beer. Dad looks equally emotional, wiping his eyes with a dirty napkin from the table. These two were unbelievable.

“To Emmy. You’re my fucking sister for life. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else shooting out of Mom’s vagina. Vagina log ride for life!” He raises his glass as every laughs.

I scrunch up my face at the godawful speech. Mom’s vagina did not need attention. It wasn’t helping that she found it equally hilarious.

“And to this guy.” He points at Logan with a proud smile, holding his glass to his chest. “My brother for fucking life. No one will ever come between us.”