AR - Train Valeria

This will be a little tricky. Valeria is a tiny little thing. You aren’t as tall and strong as Adella, but you are still of average height and not especially delicate. Even when she’s grown, it’s unlikely that Valeria will be as strong and resilient as you are. She will be a player like Hana, who will have to rely on game sense, skill, and speed. She doesn’t have the game sense yet, or the skill, but she does have the speed.

Adella listens to all that with interest. It’s evening, and it’s chilly out. You’re at her place, eating takeout at the little table in her kitchen. It’s a humble meal in a humble apartment, but there’s nowhere you’d rather be. For a girl who was rich not so long ago, Adella has adjusted well to life in Gurlberg.

“What about Alice?” you ask.

“She has to learn to be fearless,” Adella says ominously.

“Don’t teach her anything weird. No anime ninja training stuff. Just put her in the goal and kick it at her until she’s used to it. And go easy on her,” you add sternly.

Adella looks hurt that you feel it’s necessary to say these things, but you know about her workout habits and her lifestyle before the two of you got together. You can’t just assume that she views things like a normal person.

“She is a child,” she reminds you.

OK. You were just making sure that she hadn’t forgotten that.

“She’s not coordinated,” you tell her. “She has to work on her footwork. She has good reflexes.”

Adella nods in agreement. She knows that there’s a good goalkeeper in there. You just have to polish the rough edges off. You have already started thinking about how the team will fit together, and even sketched out some plays, but you are not nearly ready to talk about that kind of stuff with these girls.

Later, as you snuggle on the couch, you remember your conversation with your sister.

You frown. “While I was away, did you notice anything off about Kayla?” you ask Adella.

She appears to think. “There was some awkwardness,” she says honestly. Of course there was. Sending your girlfriend home to your mom and sister was a weird thing to do. It couldn’t have been comfortable for anyone.

“I feel like something’s not right,” you confess. “Like she’s hiding something from me.”

“You’re adults. You’ve been apart. She doesn’t have to tell you everything,” Adella says.

That’s true, but… she’s your little sister. You know how to read her.

Adella puts her hand on your thigh, rubbing gently. You also know your girlfriend. It’s incredible how reliably horny Adella is. You used to think that you were the horndog, but it’s not true. It probably does not help that Adella is a personal trainer most days, and some of the women she works with are probably attractive. You suspect that’s why she’s so pent-up by the time she gets home. You can feel her nosing her way in for a kiss. She’s so predictable.

You giggle and offer up your lips.