Sapho Bowl Sunday, Number 69, that’s what it says on my shirt. I pull up my shorts and catch her looking at my camel toe. My brother’s girlfriend, she’s skins, I tore her shirt off last down. She has the ball; I love the way her tits hang. Hut, Hut, Hike. She scrambles left…

I have never been more motivated; I dove, grabbed her shorts; they came down, so did she. Second down. We slid on the mud, my middle finger in her end zone. Fuck, she’s wet and hot.