Thread: Family Ties that Bind (Casket & Love)

Micheal Duncan lowered his shoulder and pumped his legs as the approaching tackler came at him. The collision was impressive, and his attacker went flying up over Mike's head and came crashing down onto the field behind him with a loud thud and a gasp as his breath was knocked out of his lungs. DUNCAN!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU DON'T GO FULL SPEED DURING PRACTICE! YOU WANNA HURT ONE OF YOUR TEAMMATES? The coach screamed from the sidelines and his scolding brought Mike to a full stop. Sorry coach, guess I don't know my own strength. Mike responded and as he spun on his heels and headed back to help his teammate up from the gridiron. You alright Tommy? He asked as he held out his hand to help Tommy up. You're a real dick man. Tommy said, wincing in pain as he got back to his feet and adjusted his football helmet. ALRIGHT LETS TAKE FIVE, EVERYBODY GET SOME WATER IN'EM! Coach yelled from the sideline and the team broke off and started to head toward the bleachers. Mike walked along side of his good friend, hand on the slumped shoulder pads as they headed toward the Gatorade cooler. Mike, check it out man, look who's coming over man. Tommy said and pointed toward the gathering of cheerleaders also practicing their routine on the side of the field. Chloe Hemingway was jogging over to them, a big, pretty smile on her face. She was definitively the hottest girl in their grade with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her body had really popped over the past summer and now she was sporting a decent set of C cups and an ass that made it hard to follow her up the school stairs without getting a hard-on. Hey Chloe, You look great out there, is that a new routine for the Homecoming game? Mike said, pulling off his helmet and shooting her a big cheesy smile. Yeah it is! It's really hard too, geez I can't believe you even noticed, your practicing so hard out there. Great moves by the way, I saw you put Tommy the Tank right on his ass! She said and began laughing, to Tommy's chagrin. Thanks, so what's up? Mike asked, running his hand through his mussed dark brown hair. Well I was wondering if you had a date for the Homecoming dance yet? Because I don't and I was just thinking that the Head Cheerleader and the Captain of the Football team should prolly show up together, right? Chloe said, slightly biting her lower lip and curling a blonde ringlet of her hair around her index finger. I wish I could Chloe, really I do, but my parents aren't letting me date yet....I know totally lame right? It's like they're religious fanatics about it, the weird thing is that we haven't ever been to a church as far back as I can remember. I guess they are just old fashion that way. It sucks but its gotta be harder on my sister, all the guys are swooning for her cause she's so pretty but she can't date any of them. Mike said, trying to hide the embarrassed blush burning in his cheeks. Well....ok.....alright, I should probably get back to practice.....see ya. Chloe said and made a quick retreat, her own embarrassment unable to be hidden as she ran off. You are such a douchebag man....I would friggin give my left arm for a date with Chloe and she's practically throwing herself at you. You know she'd probably put out, you could be banging that shit and instead you punk out cause your parents say you can't. No wonder you hit so friggin hard on the field, man you're all pent up , you need a release man or you're gonna have a friggin stroke. Tommy said, playfully punching Mike in the shoulder pad. Thanks Tommy, I really need someone to rub it in, that makes it all so much the better. Mike retorted, but the disappointment on his face was evident. The rest of practice went by and Mike took it easier, because he was distracted and a little disappointed in himself for not just saying yes to Chloe even though his parents had forbidden dating. When it was finished, he skipped the showers and instead just grabbed his 10 speed bike and headed for home. After a few minutes he turned the corner onto the picturesque cul-de-sac that was Sycamore Lane. Every house was well taken care of, almost cookie cutter in design. Yards were all mowed and hedges all pruned, it was the pure definition of upper-middle class suburbia and right in the middle of it was 123, the Duncan's household. Mike rolled up his bike into the garage which was left open from when he'd left for school early that morning, because crime wasn't a problem here on Sycamore Lane. He skidded his bike to a stop and let it drop, hot and tired from practice, he started for the door into the house but stopped in his tracks when he looked down and saw how dirty he was from practice. His mother Jane , kept an emasculate house and would freak right out if he tracked mud inside. Thankfully the washer and dryer were in the garage, even though there was a proper laundry room in the house, but Mike just chalked it up to his mother not liking the smell of laundry in the house. He stripped off his pads and then his uniform until he was down to his boxers. Mike looked down at his body and was amazed at the 6 pack abs he was starting to develop. At 16 he was already 6 foot tall and would probably end up being as tall as their father Jack by the time he was fully grown. It was a shame that with such a good looking face and hard body he wasn't allowed to date girls, because he was pretty sure he would be lady killer if he was allowed to be. Mom! I'm home from practice! I put my uniform in the washer! Mike called out as he walked into the house and almost fell backward when he rounded the corner and almost ran into his sister. Shit, you scared the shit out of me. Mike said with a laugh as he eyed his sister up and down, forgetting that he was standing there in his boxer shorts.