Making the Team/Bring Mary as she is

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Not willing to lose any more time, you reply simply, "No, it's fine, you look good." Althought it is obvious that she does not, she looks like a nine year old girl who tries to emulate her mother and older sister without any idea how to actually do it. Far too much, badly applied make-up, clothing not fitting her, bad choice of hair-sytle and hair-ornament. But who cares, if she want's to look ridiculous, you have no problems with that. "I'm gonna grab a pair of pants and another shirt, see you downstairs."

And with that you turn around and leave her behind, standing in the door to your room, while you go back to your own room and grab some decent clothing.

Five minutes later you and Mary are on your way over to Jesse, the star quarterback of your High-School-Football-Team, the most desired boy in your school. He lives near enough that you can comfortably walk over, actually the town is small enough that you could walk over nearly everywhere comfortably. Anyway, Jesse is widely known for his good looks and skill on the field and you must admit, you are a bit envious of him. Even Mary, not going to the same school and much younger, knows of him. That is by the way obvious, as she babbles away happily about how she had seen him in the last game and how dreamy he looked and how cool it is that he want's to hang with her and that he thinks she is cute. You actually don't really pay attention to her, your mind is occupied with your new status as member of the football-team, after all, for what else should he call you over? Sure, that you should bring your sister is a bit strange, now that you think about it, but you can't really think of any reason why you should. And if he meant Jodie and not Mary, well, he should have been more precise. You will laugh about it and everything will be fine, you're sure.

Soon you are standing on the front porch of Jesse's parent's house and you ring the bell. After only a few moments the door is opened and Jesse, blonde and looking like the poster boy from some high-school commercial, looks at you with a grin. Then he looks at Mary and his smile falls, before turning back to you and asking, "Who's this?"

Your little sister looks devastated, yet you have thought that this would happen. No matter, she would get over this. "That's Mary, my sister."

"Well... this will be a bit difficult...," Jesse mumbles and is about to say something else, but then the big senior guard John appears behind him and interrupts your conversation.

"Awesome, the entertainment is here," he says with a broad grin and grabs Mary by the hand, easily dragging her inside, your startled and still crestfallen sister far too surprised to attempt any resistance. And even if she had tried to, you doubt she would have succeeded, as the big guy outweights her by about 120 pounds.

"What the-" You are about to say something, when Jesse jumps in and holds up a hand, signaling you to keep your mouth shut.

"Look. You really should have brought that red-haired slut. We were gonna have a little party here, but apparently..." He shrugs nonchalanty, smirking again.

Your mind slowly begins to work. You are too dumfunded and surprised to actually react in any way, you only stand there and stare as the gears in your head slowly begin to turn. "Wait, you mean... what?"

"Yeah dude, Jodie is a real piece of nice slut-meat and we finally wanted to get some ass from that stuck-up bitch," Jesse explains to you, giving you a shit-eating grin as he speaks. "We were gonna run a train on her today with the team, some revenge for her behaviour towards most boys, you know? I guess we'll find out if your little sister is as big of a slut as we think your older sister is." He chuckles, then he adds, "Dressed up like a whore she already is. Okay, we don't need you here, thanks for bringing her over."

Your heart sinks as you hear laughter coming from the inside of the house. You can hear Mary giggle nervously as Jesse starts to close the door on you. Now you better think fast.