New pants please

“Heey, Jamaaaalll!” Jem called out as she strode on to the court.

After last week’s events, Jamal was still trying to avoid her and just waved as he started to head out of the park, as if that’s what he was just doing when they arrived.

“Huh…” she scoffed, “rude, much? What’s his problem? I was just looking for another player…”

Jo giggled, knowing the full story as to why Jamal was not thrilled in the least to see her. Max didn’t think to ask about it as it was better for him that Jamal didn’t join them. Max played a little b-ball with his friends in their spare time, but he’d never made the team. Knowing that Jemma and Jo were both starting players and would be better than him, he didn’t feel a need to have their college’s shoe-in for rookie of the year joining in and making him look even worse.

“Ahh… shame, we could have done a little boys v girls game. Would’ve been fun.” She did like the idea of her and Jo teaming up to tease them both, but they’d planned this for Max, so she wasn’t losing any sleep over . “You and me first, Jo?” 

Jo was up on the plan, the two were always in sync on the court so this was no exception. “Uh, I need to warm up a little first, sort of rolled my ankle yesterday, wanna make sure it’s OK…”

“Aww… nobody wants to play with me…” Jem pouted. “Guess you’re up Maxie; ready for Lil’ Sis to give you a spanking?” she giggled.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up, forgive me for having other interests besides putting balls in holes…”

Jo giggled at that comment. “Oh, Max, it sounds like you’re doing it wrong there.”

Max rolled his eyes and flipped her off. He probably shouldn’t have agreed to join them, but since last week at the beach, Jem had been constantly bugging him. He thought he’d gotten away with his accidental eruption because she’d not said anything about it, and figured if she knew she’d either have freaked out at him about it, or at the very least just avoided seeing him around the house as much as she could, and that was certainly not happening.

“You ready there, big bro?” she taunted. “Follow the ball… where’s she gonna go?”

It was hard enough for most of the girls team to stay focused on the ball when Jem played. About a quarter of the team were lesbians but that wasn’t really the issue, even straight girls couldn’t keep their eyes off her chest when she was wearing a top like that. Her tits swayed hypnotically and Max was drawn in.

She watched his eyes and knew exactly when to move, drawing in closer to him, lulling him into a trance before she darted off to the side and once in space, took her shot.

“And boom goes the dynamite!” she proclaimed. Max had barely registered her moving and basically stayed still, dumbstruck, but he watched her ass jiggle in the tight Lycra as she hit an easy jump shot on him.

“Ooh… Big bro, too slow!” taunted Jo from the sideline.

“Don’t be mean…” Jem stuck out her tongue at Jo. “He’s not had his turn yet,” and tossed him the ball. He’d barely bounced it five times before she stripped it and took another easy shot which promptly swished through the net.

“Soo… did you want to have a turn or…”

All he could think was “Fuck you!” but he bit his tongue. Didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“God Damn, she is beating the pants off you, Maxie,” teased Jo from the sideline.

“Heh heh… there’s an idea!” Jem continued to playfully mock her step brother. “How about that for a game; loser gets pantsed? Literally, as opposed to how I just figuratively stripped you, and how I’m metaphorically spanking you too.”

Max shook his head. “Just play the fucking game. This was your idea, remember? We all know you’re gonna win, I don’t need to be hustled too.”

“Ooh! Maybe Maxie’s not such a BIG Brother after all! You scared to show us what you got, baby? Baaawk bawk bawk bawk!” Jo did a little chicken dance to cement the point.

“Oh he’s pretty big,” Jem chipped in. While Max would normally have appreciated the compliment, the idea that she knew about how big his dick was was more unnerving. Jem looked over to him. “I’m sure it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and I know I wouldn’t have any problem if I did have to drop my pants out here…”

She seemed almost enthusiastic at the idea of just whipping her shorts down there and then. They were the only ones on the court but there were people walking and driving by the park so it’s not like they were exactly concealed. In his mind, he’d have been happy to pull her shorts down too, but wouldn’t dare say it out loud.

“Oh, check it out!” Jem pointed down at his suddenly extremely tented shorts and turned to Jo, “guess you were wrong, baby girl; another point for the champ! Oh, speaking of which…”

She used the humiliating distraction of Max’s erection to shoot past him and sink another shot. He couldn’t help notice the bounce of her tits as she jumped into it.

The girls were both in hysterics at the sight of Max trying to cover the enormous bulge in his shorts. He was blushing bright red and unfortunately for him, the embarrassment of it was not having a calming effect in his pants, if anything it was getting even harder.

“Ho ho! You ready to play some D for the first time in this game, Max?” Jo called out, making a wanking gesture. “The way that thing’s straining it sure looks like you don’t score very often!”

“He he he! Oh, Max, I didn’t know you liked me like that! What would Mom say? I mean, I’m your little sister, you’re supposed to be looking out for me, not looking out for my tits you know? Hope you haven’t been stealing my panties from the laundry or something gross like that…”

That was not doing anything to soften the raging hard-on in Max’s pants, but just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Jem charged on him, knocking him down and falling on top in the process.

Jo whistled and called out, “Foul”. Jem giggled playfully as she felt Max’s boner pressing against her pussy through her tight shorts.

“Oops!” she giggled. “Guess that’s two shots to you. Sorry, Maxie, I like to play dirty sometimes…” With that she pressed her cleavage into his face and held him there fast. He could barely breathe, but that didn’t matter as he held his breath in a futile attempt to stop himself from coming.

Jem and Jo both giggled mischievously as they heard a muffled groan and Jem felt a familiar warm wetness pulsing against her crotch as Max shot a gigantic wad of cum into his shorts.

After a few seconds, he stopped twitching and Jem slowly climbed off, Jo cleared her throat and pointed at the creamy mess on Max’s shorts. “Uhh… that looks like it was more than two shots to me…”

“Ha ha ha ha! Yeah, I counted at least five.” She looked down at her own shorts which were also noticeably a mess. “Wow… that was a hell of a game, huh?”

Max panted as he lay on the ground and stared up at her. As he started to catch his breath he smiled. “I want a rematch.”

Jem smiled back. “Okaayy… but this time, no excuses; loser gets pantsed. And the winner gets to keep ‘em.” She glanced down at his shorts and added, “no matter what condition they’re in!”