The Man of the House

After I finished earning an A, I went to the location I had planned on from the beginning. I sat on the edge of the fields next to school. This was the location where soccer, football, track, and the various other team sports met. At this time of year, track and field were in practice, a sport that contained just as many women as it did men. Staring at it, I wasn’t sure how to react.

The men all wore shirts, although some of them were extremely tight and form fitting. They also seemed to wear these strange pieces of underwear. I had seen them advertised before, but this was the first time I had ever seen them worn. They looked kind of like a woman’s thong, with a cup that wrapped around the balls. How did I know the guys were wearing them? It was because, for some of the guys, the straps for them were exposed. They come up from their shorts and wrapped around their love handles.

I quickly began to realize that this was considered sexy to the women, who looked at the men like that. I supposed if our world had an equivalent, it’d be like a woman in a sports bra, but her normal bra was showing underneath. Or maybe it was like a girl wearing a thong that showed outside of her tight shorts.

If that was the only strange thing, I might have left it at that. However, the hardest thing to watch was all of the shirtless, braless women. There were several dozen topless high school girls just prancing around in front of me. Not every girl was topless. Plenty did genuinely wear sports bras, especially the women with larger breasts. However, just as many went completely shirtless, and stood around with towels over their bodies, their naked sweaty bodies on full display. It was even a bit chilly, and one could see their hard, sharp nipples reacting to the cold.

After watching a woman with a large chest just do a 100-meter dash, I couldn’t stop watching her tits bounce up and down.

“Doesn’t that get painful?” I muttered under my breath.

“It can. If you do too much it might even bleed a bit under the tit.” A voice spoke up next to me.

“I see… ah!” I let out a cry, turning to see a girl sitting next to me I hadn’t noticed before. “What are you doing?”

It wasn’t just anyone either, but my sister, Kristy. She had a bag of chips and a 20 oz bottle of soda in her hand. Bottles of soda in this world took on a more phallic shape. I had heard in my old world that soda cans were designed to resemble the curves of a woman. I had always thought this was bullshit, but now that I saw bottles from this world, with a clear shaft and a bulbous top… well, it wasn’t so noticeable if you had never seen a bottle another way, but it very clearly gave the image of a penis that a woman could grab and put her mouth on. I usually poured my drinks into a glass these days.

“I’m waiting for Kelsey to finish up. I saw you out on the field so I came here.” Kristy responded simply.

“I see…”

“The thing that always confuses me is the guys who don’t wear a support strap. Won’t those things bounce around? I heard it hurts if they get kicked. How do you keep from hurting those suckers?”

“Balls?”

Her face turned red. “Ah… s-sorry, I mean…”

She had just been speaking randomly without thought, forgetting she was talking to a boy as well as her big brother. I didn’t mind any of that. I was just confused for a moment since she spoke so suddenly. She seemed to hold the same view on balls that I held on breasts. I didn’t know how to answer that. I guess women jogging without a bra was equal parts comfort and appearance. When they didn’t care about appearance and they took a little pain as a badge of honor, things like sports bras became optional. Plenty of girls were also small cupped, so they didn’t have to worry about such things anyway.

A heavy-top girl was running down the track now. I heard ger boobs slap with each step. She moved down the lane with the slapping sound getting louder as she approached us. You knew where she was at any given time because of the sound of her tits, even if you weren’t watching her. As she passed by, she winked at me, unconcerned about those things flopping up and down. It was almost mesmerising to watch. I finally forced myself to look away, deciding the more I focused on it, the crazier I’d become. I was never a sporty guy anyway, so this entire culture wasn’t something I was involved in.

“What are you here for anyway? Don’t tell me my big brother wanted to perv on sweaty, shirtless girls.” She grinned like she didn’t believe that to be true.

Had I realized what a wonderful view I’d have out on this field, I might have made my way out here more often. There were a couple of other guys who were out here and I could tell they were perving as well. Well, maybe they had girlfriends on the field. I didn’t know. I liked to imagine that they were closet perverts too. If women enjoyed shirtless men, then some of these men had to enjoy shirtless women. My actions weren’t odd regardless of the world I was in.

“It’s not that… I’m… ah… that…” I was about to explain that I was spying on Kelsey.

However, given Kristy and Kelsey’s relationship, the two girls would always tattle to each other. If I told Kristy something, I couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t run straight to Kelsey. This gave me some pause. If she spoke, it would make things between all three of us very awkward.

“What is it?” Her eyes narrowed. “Is it a crush?”

“No!” I protested, and when it was clear by her eyes she wouldn’t let up, I turned to her and grabbed her hands.

“Wh-what?” Her back straightened, and her cheeks turned red.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this. Not mom… and especially not Kristy.”

“Ah! I-I promise!” When I raised an eyebrow, she made a noise. “I do! My word as your little sister, I will not tell a soul.”

I sighed, figuring that would have to do. “Then, I’m spying on Kelsey.”

“Huh? Why?”

“You promised…”

“I promise! I won’t say anything.”

“Then, I was in your room by accident.”

“You what?” She yelled loudly enough that we drew some eyes.

“Shhh!” I grabbed her and pulled her to me.

“Wh-what did you find? I mean, you didn’t look around, right?” She asked, looking slightly panicked.

I was just about to tell her but seeing her panic, a slight grin formed on my face. “Oh? You mean, all those strange magazines under your bed.”

“Eh! That… I mean…”

“And this weird toy that went bzzzz….”

“That’s not me! It’s Kelsey! She’s the perverted one. I don’t even use it. I bought it as a prank.”

“You should wash it better, it tasted salty.”

“Y-y-you tasted it!” Kristy’s eyes went wide.

“No. Dummie!” I dropped my fist on her head, causing her to blink. “I’m just messing with you.”

“Ahh…” She grew red again.

“The truth is I found some pills.”

“P-pills?” Her eyes shot up in surprise.

“Yeah. I think they are some ADD medication. No one in the family had ADD, so she’s either selling them for money or taking them because she’s suffering in class. I’m trying to find out which it is. Since she’s in sports, I thought this would be a good place to start. Maybe, she’s getting them from another kid.”

“S-seriously?”

I nodded, looking out across the field to where Kristy was. She hadn’t noticed that Kelsey and I were sitting in the stands. Instead, she was talking and joking with a couple of other girls while stretching her legs. She was one of the ones who wasn’t wearing a sports bra. She had her hair tied up, and she had nothing on but shorts and a pair of shoes. It took everything not to run out onto the field and force her to cover her chest. When I imagined the other guys drooling over the girls, it naturally made me feel angry my sister was being exposed to them as well.

“I’m just going to follow her around until I get to the bottom of this. I won’t accept her getting into trouble over something like this.”

“Is it really necessary to go that far?” Kristy asked, following my gaze toward Kelsey with a distant look of her own.

I turned and grabbed her hands, startling her again. “It is! I’m her big brother. If she needs help, then it’s my… no, our responsibility to help her.”

“Our?”

“Kristy. I need your help as well. I’m not in the same grade as the pair of you and I can’t keep a watch on her all of the time.”

“Ah… Noah… that…” She tried to look away.

“Please. I’ll do anything.”

Her eyes flashed for a second. “A-anything?”

I let go of her hands. “Most things…”

Her eyes widened. “N-no! I didn’t mean it like that! I’ll help! I said I’ll help!”

“Good.” I nodded. “Now… I already tried to get in her locker, but I couldn’t guess her combination. You wouldn’t know it, would you.”

“You already tried that?” She blurted out in disbelief.

“I mean, she’s probably not going anywhere any time soon. If she does the deal, it’d probably be there. Can you think of anywhere else at school?”

She tapped her head for a second and then snapped her finger. “There is the gym locker! I had… an accident once and so she gave me her combination so I could wear a pair of her shorts. They were too tight…”

“Accident?” I blinked.

“That… it’s just a bad period.” She responded.

“Whatever, that will do!” I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the sidelines toward the school.

Kelsey had finally noticed us since we were making a noise. She made a questioning gesture toward us. I merely waved my hand to her and then kept going with Kristy. I was sure I’d have to make up some kind of excuse later, but it wasn’t like she could leave in the middle of practice to chat with us, especially since I was walking away.

The doors to the gym area were still open, so we could get in and out without a problem. As we approached the locker room, I stopped and let go of Kristy’s hand. She stared at me without moving. I raised an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked.

I nodded helplessly toward the door. “Kelsey’s locker.”

“Huh? You want me to do it?” She cried out.

“You’re a girl! It’s a girl’s locker room.”

“I can’t go in there and snoop into her locker. What if I’m caught?”

“You’re identical twin sisters! No one is going to notice if you go in her locker, and even if they do, they’d think it’s perfectly normal.” I gave her a shove forward, but she turned back, looking at me with tear-filled eyes.

“I can’t do it alone! Please, come in with me.”

“What?”

“I need you to be a lookout!”

“Can’t I do that from here?”

“No! I just can’t do it alone, okay?”

I didn’t get what her problem was, but she seemed completely opposed to doing it on her own. I just shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been in there before.”

“When?”

“Ah… nothing!”

The last time I had been in the locker room, I had been pushed down by a group of girls and had a gang bang. This led to my relationship with Mackenzie changing. There were a lot of rumors about me, but there were so many rumors about so many guys, that they were mostly lost in the noise. Plus, with two girlfriends and four sisters at this school, anyone who tried to spread malicious rumors was in for a correction or two.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with. What could go wrong?”