The Soccer Team

“Hey, what was that noise?” Mark asked Regina as he walked down the stairs.

“Oh, that was Amelia. She’s kind of a klutz and broke a mug,” Regina replied, a clear annoyed look on her face. “What are you doing down here?”

“Just curious about the noise, that’s all.” Looking past his sister, he could see a brown haired girl dressed in causal wear trying to sweep the kitchen floor. That must be Amelia.

Regina could clearly see where Mark was looking. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What? She’s cute,” Mark replied.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Who’s bi, and likes to admire those who deserve it?”

Regina simply rolled her eyes.

“Well, either leave the house, or go back to your room. Where in the middle of a meeting for our next game.”

“Sure, sure,” Mark says turning around. “Time stop,” he thinks. Time did as it was told, and Mark turns around again.

Regina still stood where she was earlier, her green eyes staring daggers at her brother. Yet she didn’t move a muscle.

“Thanks for bringing your team over Sis. I can’t wait to check them out,” Mark said, patting Regina on the shoulder. His sister continued to hold her pose, only wobbling briefly on her heels in response to the movement.

Walking into the kitchen, Mark carefully avoids the cup debris before approaching the frozen Amelia. The teen was holding a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other. Mark quickly plucked these out of her hands, placing them off to the side.

“Your going to have to pay for that cup, dear,” Mark said aloud to Amelia, grabbing her breasts through her shirt. Amelia didn’t complain in the slightest, continuing top stare blankly ahead at the gesture.

Without saying another word, Mark picks the frozen teen up over his shoulder, placing his hand over her firm rear.

“Nice,” Mark said aloud. He then carried Amelia toward the living room.

Entering the living room with Amelia, he is greeted by eight frozen girls in various poses around the room. Some were in conversation with each other, while a few were on their phones. He had blondes, Brunette’s, Latina’s, Asians… plenty of variety.

“Hello ladies,” Mark says aloud, before dropping Amelia down onto the couch.

Amelia’s stiff body bounced a little but as she came to a stop on the couch. She didn’t notice, and simply held her position from earlier.

Mark smirks at this, before turning tot he rest of the soccer team. He slowly rubs his hands together. He could already feel his member straining to break free. This was going to be fun.

How often do you get the chance to have sex with almost an entire girls soccer team?