We finished breakfast and mom and dad got ready to leave to spend the day with two friends of theirs from school. I cleared the table and got the dishes done while Jen went back to her room to gear up for her game. When she was ready, we went out to my car. She threw her bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat, buckling her womanly frame in and reaching back to pull her hair into a ponytail, tying it back with an elastic band.
Jen looked great. She looked hot. Girls seem to get turned on by a man in uniform, but I don’t think it is unique to their gender. Seeing Jen in her team uniform was always a nice treat for me as a guy. Her blue and yellow jersey draped nicely over the curves of her chest. Her black shorts fit tight around her waist and loosely flowed over her strong, tan thighs. I watched her strap on her shin guards and slide her long, black socks up her legs. Even the mixture of aggression in the soles of her indoor cleats with the girlish style of the shoe itself gave her an impressive air of strength and beauty. Not to mention the alluring sports bra I knew she had on underneath, the article that admits femininity, but enables her to keep it at bay.
Her team was called “Hellcats” and although they weren’t particularly as vicious as the name sounds, they were a good team and very determined. Jen chatted as we drove about the other team’s defense and how tough it would be to get through some of their players, but that they had been practicing some new moves to throw them off. A little bit later she had relaxed a bit and sat silent, enjoying the drive.
“So did I really make you feel better yesterday?” She asked.
I smiled. “Yeah, that wasn’t a joke. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while. You really helped me out.” I told her.
She grinned and giggled, pulling one knee up to her chest and wrapping her arms around it. “Good. I really felt bad when I realized how you were feeling. I’m glad I could help you calm down.”
A moment passed and I asked her, “Did you feel kind of weird about it?”
She thought. “Yeah, of course. But we’re brother and sister, you know?” She laughed. “Come on, we’ve seen each other on the toilet I don’t even know how many times!”
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s true.” I admitted.
We arrived at the arena and she hopped out to meet up with her teammates in the locker room. I got a good seat in the bleachers where I could watch the game from above the walls of the court.
This would be a great game to watch, and I was glad I could be there to cheer my sister on. Jen plays halfback, so she has to put in a lot of energy to support the offensive and defensive lines. Jen’s team had great teamwork and spirit and worked together like a machine. They had even gone so far as to grow their hair out long so they could all wear their hair back in a ponytail.
The game was close! The Hellcats were trailing in the first half by one, but Jen’s best friend, Tracey, scored a goal at the end of the first half and brought it to a tie. Jen and Sandra, a cute redhead who played on the front line, nearly tackled Tracey in celebration. The team cheered and Jen slapped Tracey’s butt as they all got into their positions again as the referee placed the ball down for the other team to start.
The Hellcats were a fun team to watch because they were serious and went all out. Sandra, the redhead, and a cute blonde girl from the other team both went for a stray pass and collided, but Sandra got her foot on the ball first to kick it to Jen. Jen, who had been coming up from behind, kicked the ball up and off of the wall, leaped over the tangled pair and made it over in time to make a good thigh trap and then send it across to Tracey. Tracey trapped the pass with her chest and caught the defense completely in shambles, easily slamming the ball into a corner of the net for another goal. The crowd went wild as everyone recognized the teamwork displayed and the girls down below cheered each other on, faces beaming.
When the dust had cleared, the Hellcats won by one point. Their teammates on the bench ran into the court and they all crowded together in a big team embrace, laughing, cheering, slapping each other’s asses and exchanging high-fives all around. The crowd was ecstatic and the team left the court to loud applause. I sat around and talked to the other family and friends of the team, all of us thrilled at the intensity of the game.
About twenty minutes later Jen found me and practically leaped into my arms with happiness. I took her bag from her and slapped her butt causing her to giggle and slap me back on the shoulder. We got into the car and headed home. Jen was quite a sight with her hair damp and frizzy, her uniform unkempt and one sock halfway down. To my delight, she stripped her jersey off to let the air coming in the windows cool her off. Her gray sports bra was marked with her sweat, causing it to relax its pull on her breasts and allow them some freedom to move. She grinned at me, happily, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the wind.
We got home and I carried her bag to her room for her. I went into the bathroom to pee as she was taking off her cleats.
“That game was awesome! Did you see Sandra cream that girl?” She called from her bedroom.
“Yeah, the girl’s small, but she really nailed her. Maybe you girls should take up hockey instead.” I teased. I stood over the bowl and began to urinate.
She laughed. “That would rock!” She told me. “Hey, I’m coming in to take a shower before I get sore”. She said, coming in and heading for the sink. Her hands were up, working her hair band loose. She bent over to take off her socks and shin guards and I turned my head to avoid looking at her tight butt, or else risk getting hard.
I finished relieving myself and tucked my dick back in my pants and flushed. I looked over to see Jen standing with her back to me in the middle of stripping her wet sports bra off over her head. She tossed it in the pile of clothes and grabbed her hair pick and began combing it through. This was a treat. Her socks and shin guards were off and she stood firm with her legs apart. Her back was completely bare and she only wore her loose team shorts. I could see glimpses of the sides of her breasts as she combed her hair out, letting it fall down the middle of her back.
“Uh, Jen, can I get to the sink?” I asked.
She turned her head back towards me, realizing she was in my way. “Oh, sorry!” She said, wrapping an arm around her breasts and turning to face the sink to let me through. I came over and began washing my hands, glancing up to watch her in the mirror as she held herself and finished combing her hair with her free hand. She saw me looking and grinned bashfully. “What?” She giggled.
I smiled back, shutting the water off. “Sorry. You look really hot like that.” I told her. I dried off my hands.
She looked herself over in the mirror and admitted, “Yeah, I guess I’m kind of showing off a little huh?”
“Uh, yeah.” I teased. “I haven’t seen that much skin since the night of the dance.”