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showing off for the camera than the fact that someone sucked their dicks. I’ve taken more satisfying dumps than the blowjobs those fuckups got.
    Nothing had convinced me that my decision to save my athletic skills for the field was wrong…until now.
    “Hey, Masters. I know the dinner’s supposed to be team only, but my sister just moved in and I haven’t seen her in two months since two-a-days started. Do you mind if she comes to dinner?” Jack Campbell stops by my locker. He’s a newbie—a transfer from a top tier juco—and by the effort he’s put forth this summer, a potential difference maker. As a bonus, he’s not an asshole.
    “I guess that’s okay. She’s not a jock chaser, right?”
    Hammer snorts. “Yeah, Campbell, we got rules and standards. Only tens at the table. Your sister a ten?”
    “Did this become Deliverance country and I didn’t notice?” Campbell shoots back. He’s not an asshole and he’s got some balls. “Maybe where you come from, you spend long hours deciding whether your sister is fuckable, but I prefer to do that outside my immediate family tree.”
    “You’re good with first cousins, right?” Hammer says in a serious tone, but I know he’s still fucking with Campbell. We’re not allowed to haze anymore, so we have to get our digs in where we can.
    “Yeah, first cousins are fair game.” They exchange fist bumps. Sick fuckers, I grin. Sick fuckers, but my sick fuckers.
    “But, seriously, what’s she look like?” Hammer presses.
    “You better tell him or he won’t stop asking until dinner tonight. You don’t want that kind of headache.” I throw my sweaty jock and work out gear in the laundry and grab my towel to cover my junk. The locker room got renovated over the off-season and now the showers are on the other side of the building. The team rules require us to cover up with towels because there’s a hallway in between. Genius design, boys.
    Campbell rolls his eyes. “She’s about five foot eight. Long brown hair. Works out, although she needs to be careful, because she blew out her right knee in eighth grade. Uneven surfaces are a bitch for her.”
    I stop and backtrack. Tall and athletic with a right knee injury? “What happened in eighth grade?”
    “She was playing flag football. A douchebag with an inferiority complex and bad technique took her down. He ended up crushing her right knee.”
    “Man that sucks.” Hammer shudders. “No more talk about that. Bad juju for the locker room.”
    “I thought you had a brother named Eliot,” Jesse calls.
    “Nah, my sister’s name is Eliot because my dad had naming rights.”
    Tall and athletic with a right knee injury, and a boy’s name? She said it was different. It has to be her.
    “Yeah, bring your sister to dinner.” The smile I turn on Campbell is so big he stumbles back. “It’s good for the team that we get to know your family.”
    “Since when?” Hammer stands, buck ass naked. “I asked if you wanted to have dinner with me and my sister this summer, and you said no.”
    “Your sister tried to molest me under the table during the family dinner at the Spring game,” I remind him.
    “Someone’s got to punch your V-card, man. Might as well be my sister.”
    “You know the rules,” Matty, another lineman, interrupts. He’s got dark eyebrows from his mother’s Columbian side that always makes him look serious. “No girlfriends. No sisters.”
    “That’s a stupid ass rule. My sister is high quality WAG material,” Hammer protests. Hammer’s tried to get one of us to take his sister off his hands ever since he found out she was dating a twenty-five-year-old.
    “Your sister is also underage.” I tighten my grip on the towel. I’d sat across from Hammer’s then seventeen-year-old sister, who had rubbed her foot against my dick the entire three-hour dinner. I ended up leaving my seat and standing for the last hour, citing a slight groin pull.
    “You’re a virgin?”
    We all swivel back