Victory Formation

GABRIEL

I was blessed to have been traded at the end of this past season. It had always been Kendrick and me, all through high school and college, as quarterback and wide receiver. We made a great team. He threw the ball, and I caught it.

When we were drafted, I went to Texas. Not that I didn’t like Texas. I learned a hell of a lot in the Lone Star State. It’s just that when the trade came, I was thrilled to go to California. I knew Kendrick and I would be unstoppable on the field.

We’ve already been practicing, and the coach is ecstatic at the level of camaraderie we have. He’s already talking about the Super Bowl. Talk about an ego booster.

When Kendrick said his sister Whitley was coming out for the summer, I swear I quit breathing and my dick twitched. There’s always been something about that girl. I haven’t seen her in a few years, and I can’t wait see how time has treated her.

She’s full of sass and beautiful, but Kendrick made it known a long time ago that she was off-limits. Even though we’re adults now, Kendrick still feels like he has to protect her from all the boys. I guess I can understand, but I’m pretty sure Whitley can make her own decisions.

If he wants to play papa bear, he needs to protect Devyn. Now, that girl is a wild child. She’s never let Kendrick tell her what to do, or who she could do for that matter. It’s put a wedge between them. I’ve never had any thoughts toward Devyn, but Whitley? Damn. That girl doesn’t even know how beautiful she is. Nobody has ever come close to her in my eyes.

She usually wears her long, brown hair down, cascading in soft waves down her back. Her eyes remind me of the finest emeralds. I swear, they can see into my soul. It’s like she knows exactly what’s bouncing around my mind without me having to say a word.

All the siblings look alike, but damn if Whitley don’t have the curves. She has a tight body with an ass that would bring a man to his knees. Her long legs are so toned. I want to lick down each one slowly. Damn, I can just imagine what those legs wrapped around my waist would feel like. Whitley. Yeah, she’s been part of my shower fantasies for years now. But she’s off-limits.

“Gabriel! It’s time for the smash and bash!”

I turn my head sharply, looking toward the stairs. The girl I was making out with is a forgotten thought. Hell, I can’t even remember her name.

“Wait… Gabriel.”

“Sorry…umm, hun. Someone important just showed up.”

I stomp down the stairs, so Whitley knows I’m coming. When I land at the bottom, everyone splits like the Red Sea, giving me room to come through. I can tell she’s trying to get away, but Brittany the bimbo is in her way and for once, I’m glad she’s here.

Brittany is what we call a cleat chaser. That damn girl tries her hardest to clamp down on any player on the roster. I can’t help but chuckle when I hear Whitley tell her to move.

She has bleached her head way too much, but you’re not going anywhere, Whit.

Time has been very good to Whitley Barrington. Goddamn, if she doesn’t look fine as hell in those cutoff shorts and tank top.

As Kendrick and I smash together with Whit in the middle, I hear him tell her how much he missed his little sister. Then I grab her like I usually do for the bash and feel the smoothness of her skin. She knows what’s coming, so she grabs the back of my neck and holds on. We fall to the ground, and I land on top of her.

My dick is definitely enjoying where we’re at, and I take a moment to look at her gorgeous body. I lean down and whisper in her ear.

“Damn, Whit. You get any more beautiful, and I’m going to have to take you for myself.”

I help her up, and Kendrick immediately takes her into his arms. The music has stopped, and everyone is looking, wanting to know who this girl is and why she’s so important to Kendrick.

“Everyone! I’d like for you to meet my sister, Whitley Barrington! Anyone touches her, and they’re dead!”

I snicker as Whitley elbows Kendrick in the stomach.

“Okay! If anyone touches her, without my permission, they’re dead!”

I’m staring hard at her. I’m wondering if maybe there might be a chance after all, small as it is. Whitley looks over, and her eyes look right into mine. I want her to see. I want her to know I’ve waited for a long-ass time for her, and now, come hell or high water, I will get her brother’s permission.