“Why not?” he interrupts. “She has the best ass.”
I chuckle. “Agreed.”
“But I didn’t marry her only for looks. I married her for her personality. I just didn’t realize at the time that it came with a variety pack.”
I laugh again as we continue to watch the game. The other team is suffocating Sulley tonight, though they’re playing clean with solid defense, not the normal cheap shots Sulley endures. She’s currently being double-teamed but manages topass the ball to Kennedy, who pops the three. Kennedy is having a career night.
I look up at the board and realize she has a triple-double. That’s amazing and not easy to do, especially for Kennedy, who’s primarily used as a rebounder and for her excellent defensive and picking skills.
No less than ten times, she’s looked my way with worry written all over her annoyingly pretty face. It’s because if she’s one of the better players in the game, they’ll interview her. She knows what will happen if she’s interviewed tonight.
I’m sitting back in my seat with the biggest grin I’ve ever had in my life. I can’t wait to fuck with her.
The game finally comes to an end, and the fans begin to file out. Not me. I sit back and wait patiently for my big moment.
She’s given earphones, and one of the broadcasters stands next to her with a microphone. The cameraman is in front of them as they prepare to begin her post-game interview.
She turns her head and gives me one last pleading glance as if to saydon’t do this.
It’s just Vance and me. Presley is with Layla, and Beau left at halftime to get his beauty sleep.
Kennedy’s back is to me now, and she’s a few minutes into answering questions. I stand and slowly make my way to her. While she’s mid-sentence, I grab her around the waist and dip her. She screeches when my lips meet hers for a long, juicy, passionate-yet-closed-mouth kiss. I was originally planning tongue, but the thought of kissing her like that turns my stomach. I don’t need tongue to get my point across.
Her eyes widen to a size I didn’t know possible. I pull her back up and break the kiss. Looking straight into the camera, I grin widely and say, “Don’t I have the best sister ever?”
My videowith Kennedy played on a loop on television and social media last night for hours until they finally realized it was a joke. That we’re not, in fact, brother and sister. She tried to correct things in front of the camera right away, but the interviewer and cameraman got out of there faster than Ashlee Simpson when she was busted lip-synching on Saturday Night Live.
The hours of humiliation Kennedy suffered fed my soul. I fell into the most peaceful slumber last night, with a bigger smile than I usually have after sex.
She vowed her revenge, to which I responded, “Bring it, sugar tits.” She equally did not care for that new nickname.
She made a whole big thing about having to disinfect her mouth. Blah blah blah. So unoriginal. She’s going to have to up her game to get one over on me.
We’re in the locker room just before our game. Coach is motivating us with his pregame speech. “Does anyone have any questions?”
I raise my hand. “I do.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “God help me. What is it, Humblecut?”
“What do you call identical boobs?”
I hear a few snickers from the guys.
I smile and answer, “Identities.”
The guys bust out laughing, but Coach stares daggers at me. He has been doing it all day since the Kennedy kissing thing. I had to explain that it was a joke due to a bet she lost to me. I spared him the terms, but I think he understood why I did it. I explained to him and assured him in no uncertain terms that there never has been and never will be anything between Kennedy and me.
KENNEDY
“Isn’t it weird that it’s socially acceptable to put someone’s genitals in your mouth, but if you eat a potato chip off the floor, you’re gross?” I declare to Sulley and Palmer as Reagan scolds her son for picking up a potato chip off the floor and popping it into his mouth.
We’re sitting on the other side of her suite at the Camels’ game, but we watched it all go down as the little devil sneakily grabbed the chip and quickly gobbled it down. Not surprisingly, Reagan didn’t miss it. She misses nothing.
They both giggle. Sulley answers, “I suppose that’s true. It’s been a few months since I’ve had genitals in my mouth. I wouldn’t mind that right about now.”
“When are you seeing Shane again?” I ask.
“Next month in Italy.”
