The team from Cologne were a feared opponent. It was the last match before the Christmas holiday and it was always going to be a tight game. But a block from Anita finally gave the fourth set to us. The coach gathered the girls in a ring for some pep talk and tactical advise.
A twisted ankle stopped me from fighting with my team-mates. It was practically cured and I could walk normally, but it was still a little to soon to play a competitive game. So I was consigned to the stands and actually felt ok about it. My little sister Stina was defending the family honour with flying colours as usual. Plus being a spectator certainly has its perks for someone who, like me, can appreciate the beauty of both the game itself as well as some of the girls playing it.
Ok, so I'm Malin. Me and my sister Stina were born in Sweden -- hence our Swedish names and, some might say, our blonde heads -- but our parents moved to Bremen in Germany when we were still little kids. Now I'm 23 and Stina is 20. For a year now Stina and I have been living as students in Berlin, after an aunt of ours moved to Italy, leaving her big Friedrichshain apartment empty. Stina has always been a volleyball ace and walked right into a local 2nd Bundesliga team. I had to fight a little harder for a regular spot but eventually I got there -- until I hurt that ankle a few weeks ago.
Next to Stina, the team has two players as good or possibly even more brilliant than she is. The undisputed leader of the team is the Russian girl Varya, a tallish brunette from Moscow. Apart from being great at blocking she's a fantastic setter. She could maybe work a little on the mental side of things though -- she has a fierce temper and easily loses patience with team-mates that are not as impeccable on the court as she is.
And then... then there is Anita, an enigmatic 24-year old green-eyed brunette from Norway. She's very athletic -- after googling her I found out she won several Norwegian championship medals as a 400 and 800 m runner a few years ago. She's our number 1 hitter and her spike is absolutely lethal. If Varya's problem is that she sometimes shouts at the other girls, Anita hardly ever says a word to anyone. She just graduated from the Police Academy in Oslo and came to Berlin for a postgraduate course in EU Law and European police cooperation or something like that. As soon as the game or the training session is over, she just walks straight home to a room she's renting not far from the sports hall.
Which is a pity because I would love to cast stolen glances at her nude body in the showers. Anita is without a shadow of a doubt the most delicious thing I've ever seen in my life. If those green eyes ever looked at me with desire my pussy would in all likelihood explode. I hold her solely responsible for reawakening my libido, which had been dormant after I dumped Sophie in early '21. Sophie was a very beautiful and, it turned out, also very dull German girl, something that became very apparent when Covid hit. I wanted to go to illegal underground parties and have a little bit of fun at least, whereas Sophie just wanted to do the whole stay-at-home routine and slavishly watch the depressing news on the telly 24/7. I had to let her go. That whole experience just put me off girls and dating for a while, until that Thursday afternoon three months ago when Anita appeared on our training session and blew everybody's mind with her amazing volleyball skills, stunning beauty and introvert behaviour. "Don't fall in love with that one," my sister told me, but it was too late. Well, nothing would happen any way. I mean, I guess I have an attractive face and body -- that's what people keep telling me anyway and I can certainly look at myself in the mirror every morning without puking. But I just wasn't in Anita's league. My sister Stina -- oh yes, she was in that league and I'd always looked up to her beauty. But as we shall soon discover, she had her sights set on someone else.
14-12. Fifth and final set. The game had been going back and forth and my throat was sore from all the screaming. The serve from the Cologne team was expertly defended by Anita, who steered the ball in the direction of Varya, who then set up my sister perfectly. Stina couldn't miss this, right? Of course she couldn't. Her spike was way out of reach for the Rhineland girls. Five-set victories are the sweetest and the other girls were all over Stina, hugging her and, in Varya's case, kissing her on the cheek.
It was a few weeks ago that I noticed the chemistry between the Russian brunette and my sister. Being a spectator had given me a chance to study their interaction. I noticed the little glances they gave each other, the high-fives after another point won, the ever more frequent and long-lasting hugs. Plus Varya never ever shouted at my sister even if she once in a rare while would make a mistake. This kind of stuff was probably not great for the team dynamic, 'cause the other girls could see Stina -- and myself as well, by virtue of being Stina's sister -- receiving preferential treatment from Varya.
But a kiss on the cheek, that was a first. And now, seeing how my beautiful sister's freckled face lit up I had a spontaneous idea. After finishing the round of congratulations, I turned my attention to Varya and Stina.
"Look, someone told me the hot water is gone again - "
I just made that stuff up, taking advantage of the fact that here had been an instance of that in the past.
"We live just ten minutes from here. Why don't you come and shower at our place, Varya?"
As I said, this was a spontaneous idea on my part triggered by all the obvious flirtatious vibes between my sister and the Russian brunette. Stina gave me a nervous look.
"Wow, that's so nice of you," Varya responded in her delicious Slavic accent. "I fucking hate those cold showers. You really don't mind?"
Stina's face lit up again and she shook her head.
"No, no, we live nearby," she reassured. "With super hot showers!" she added in a slightly silly fashion, finding it hard to hide her enthusiasm that her favourite Russian was coming home with us.
The next turn of events caught me completely off guard though.
"Anita!" Varya shouted at the Norwegian, who was already on her way out.
"The showers are cold again. We're going to the Swedish sisters instead."
Anita looked puzzled.
"Well... I never use the showers here anyway, I live just five minutes from here."
The Russian took charge.
"Listen, Anita. We need to build team cohesion. That's what the coach told us. You need to start integrating with the rest of us girls here. In fact we're all worried about you. You never say a word to anyone."
"Thank you, but I'm ok..."
"Fine! Then show it by coming with us. Pazhalsta...", she begged her in Russian.
"Ok.. I guess..."
As we briefly dropped by the changing-room to get our clothes, Varya smiled knowingly at me. Shit, had my fascination with Anita been so obvious? Anyway, to say the latest Varya-induced turn of events had me tense was an understatement. Fuck, the main protagonist of every single sexual fantasy of mine the past three months was coming to us! To use the showers or whatever.
My head was spinning as we were walking the kilometre home to our aunt's apartment. I had so not planned for this! So when Varya suggested we stop for a glass of glühwein I was all for it. Maybe the alcohol could calm me down a little. For the girls, who were all sweaty after an intense two-hour game of volleyball, it might not be the best idea in the world to stand outside in the freezing December cold, but I don't think that occurred to anyone. Varya and my sis were giggling and flirting openly, constantly touching each other. Anita as usual was silent as a stone, but I could swear she sent some glances in my direction. Or was I hallucinating? I took a large sip of the mulled wine and almost burnt my tongue.
"My hands are freezing," my sister complained. Varya wrapped her own hands around my sister's and blew on them. In the chilling December air, her warm breath looked like smoke. I could tell by the look on Stina's face that Varya's breath on her hands felt soothing and erotic. The cold weather brought out all the freckles on her nose and she looked happier and more beautiful than I'd ever seen her.
All girls apart from the gloomy Norwegian had a second glühwein, with added amaretto this time. With empty bellies and dehydrated after two hours of volleyball, the alcohol quickly went to Stina and Varya's heads. And what about me, were the two glasses of mulled wine doing anything to calm me down? Maybe. Or maybe not. In the past I was always the one seducing girls, to the point where it started boring me a little. And here I was, turned into some kind of glühwein-guzzling nervous wreck by a Norwegian girl I hardly even knew! Hello, was I 23 or maybe 15 again?
And why was she so calm? She was freaking me out! The last stretch home from the Christmas market I was trying to focus on my sis and Varya, just to calm my nerves. They looked so gorgeous together. Varya had deep brown eyes, long dark brown hair and legs to die for. And then there was my sister. I've been a fan of her beauty for as long as I can tell, but today she was just extraordinary. She was, like, radiating! She was wearing a red Santa-hat and with her freckles and her yellow hair she resembled a princess from a Christmas fairytale. I understood perfectly why Varya couldn't take her eyes off her for even a second. They were already holding hands as we were reaching the entrance to our apartment.
I fumbled clumsily with the keys, but somehow managed to unlock the door.
"Can we...?"
God, those two clearly couldn't wait a minute more to get each other naked!
"Is it ok if me and Varya use the showers first?"
I nodded and the two giggling newly hatched lovebirds darted off into the bathroom.
