My Brother's Best Friend & His Teammates (College RH)

“Okay, I agree. I’m an idiot, but can you stop staring at it?” Nathan pulled a throw-cover up to his chin. It did nothing to hide the fact that his arm was in a sling. I could see his bummed wing under the fabric just fine.

“Mate, I left you for two weeks, and what do I come back to? You’re out for the semester and you’re lying through your teeth.”

“I’m telling the truth, Trev.” He looked away from me. “I tore the rotator cuff. Shit happens.”

“Yeah. You tore it, then passed out in the locker room and twisted your ankle too. Uh-huh. Horrible luck.” My eyes would have rolled heaven-wards if I wasn’t fascinated by the black-and-blue bruise that almost swallowed his left eye. “You just forgot to mention a fist you landed on after you’d slipped.”

He winced. “I’m telling you--”

“We’re a team, Nathan.” A swim team, to be exact, but whatevers. We were best buddies. “I’m supposed to have your back. So…who hit you?”

He winced. “Fine! I had words with Greg.”

“Greg, Lindsey’s diving partner? That Greg?”

“Yes, that Greg. My baby sis’ asshole team-mate.”

I screamed in frustration. Nathan was a great dude, the best, with one exception: he put pro in protective brother.

He doted on Lindsey and treated her like some precious, fragile, exotic butterfly.

This big brother thing only got worse when she started her freshman year a week ago at the Uni. Maybe it was because their parents traveled a lot. Or maybe it was because his Dad was an old fashioned family despot, cold and distant. I don’t know. Anyway, he was a berserker when it came to Lindsey.

“Greg is a jerk, Okay?” Nathan grew so agitated, he tried to sit up on the couch, but fell back, probably too woozy from the painkillers. “He strung her along, so she doesn’t get distracted by the other boys and they would make the nationals this season. The jerk!”

“And you had a problem with it, why? You’d be the happiest if Lindsey remained a virgin till she was forty anyway!”

Nathan’s eyes darted to the staircase to the second floor, where Lindsey was presumably weeping into her pillow and consumed ice-cream, then dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Lindsey, she…” he licked his lips. “She changed after the fuckstorm with Greg. She went wild, mate, so wild! She’s never been like that before.”

“Wild how?”

His glance shot away. “When Greg dropped that thing about freshman girls going gaga over the boys in college, she snapped. She said she can have all the boys she wants and make the National Team as a solo diver. Without him.”

“Sounds alright to me. Mixed synchro is kinda lame, particularly with a shithead like Greg. But you decided to play big brother anyway, and now we are not going to make the selections. Our team. Our swimming team. Bravo!”

“You all can make it without me,” Nathan said with the confidence I didn’t feel.

Maybe it came naturally to blond, tanned, tall, filthy rich Aussies like him and his sis. I was just a low-life Brit, with black hair and no-tanning salon required brown skin of my Portuguese grandpa and two gang tatts I still couldn’t afford to remove. “You’re our Captain, and if the school learns about the fight, even your Dad’s army of lawyers won’t stop the school from expelling you.

“Trev! You and Axel, and Soju and the rest will do fine, but Lindsey won’t. Man, she’s fragile! She’s hurt. She’s not thinking straight.” Nathan ran his uninjured hand through his curls. Bleach-blond. Angelic. “Our parents are away again, so if she sluts her way across the campus, it’s on me. I can’t take it, okay? Some drunken rando fucking my sister at some frat party…while I’m chained to this stupid couch…”

Nathan pounded the couch that wasn’t stupid at all. Nothing that cost like ten grand could possibly be stupid.

I sighed. Were we really having this conversation? Really? “If she wants to widen the pool, you can’t stop her. She’s legal. Let her get it out of her system and everything is going to be okay.”

“There’s no pool to widen, you idiot! She’s a virgin!” The mate grabbed my hand. “Trev, this is it. The one favor…okay? Can you keep an eye on Lindsey for me till I’m ambulatory and keep her…you know…whole?”

I owed him one, that was true. One big one. If he wanted to squander it on this shit, who was I to say no? “Okay, fine. I’ll be a keeper of Aussie virginity for you, but it’s stupid.”

“It is!” the familiar voice yelled from above us, and I looked up.

Holy bullshit on a stick! While I argued with Nathan, Lindsey sneaked up on a walkway that connected their Mom’s studio with the children’s and guest bedrooms. Oh, fuck.

I knew Lindsey for almost as long as I knew Nathan. For years she sauntered around in stretched out shirts and hoodies. If my gaze lingered on her breasts before, it was only because she had a wicked sense of humor, so her shirts always read something like Bitch, I taught Ariel how to swim.

And, on the back, it said: Her singing tho? Wasn't me.

Maybe it’s not that funny, but if you’re seriously into water sports…anyway. I went away for two weeks, and Lindsey…wasn’t Lindsey any more.

Her crop-top was magenta, which incidentally is my favorite color. Her skirt was short, white and ruffled, with a bow or something. Like all the athletes she protected her feet and didn’t wear heels, but she didn’t need to. Her legs were a mile long, and she dressed them in lacy stockings to mid-thigh, which left a strip of pink skin for me to stare at.

And drool. Yes, drool, even though I grew up in a college pool since Mom got a job there, so you couldn’t phase me with just any good pair of tits and an ass. It was like living in a different country where everyone was tanned, waxed, worked out and looked great naked…but Lindsey? Surpassed all of it, and out of the blue!

I swore to safeguard the virginity of my mate’s little sister two minutes ago. It was a bad deal because at that time, I thought she was unfuckable.

But seeing updated Lindsey made me want to hook my finger into her cleavage, push the frills down just enough to pop her nipples out. Then--full disclosure here, mates--suckle like a docile lamb on them, until they stiffened. And she moaned and begged me to relieve her of that very thing I vowed to protect, and do it hard.

In sort, I wanted to fuck the unfuckable.

I wanted to fuck Lindsey until she became very, very, very fuckable. Like three times a night fuckable and a quickie while she brushes her teeth fuckable.

I was an idiot, okay? A total idiot. A total bloody idiot with a raging erection and jaw hanging low.

Before I came back to my senses, Lindsey turned on her heel and dashed along the walkway toward the bedrooms. A door banged so loud, that it was a wonder the windows didn’t explode.

“I’ll go talk to her,” I said, standing awkwardly, because I urgently needed pants two sizes larger, or a quiet corner, or soft, willing vagina.

Nathan eyed me in a doped way, like his meds had finally kicked in. He yawned. “Please…please. I just can’t with her anymore.”

Like I could…