You watch as four identical clones of Cindy step out from behind her.
"A nice game of five a side?" she asks with a smile.
With an odd sense of being watched, you turn around to see four clones of yourself, standing there. It takes them a moment, but they spread out into a more tactical fashion.
The Cindys are in short sleeved white shirts, and matching shorts. Shorts that are nicely tight and revealing. A fact confirmed as your gaze falls on 'the original?' Cindy as she does some stretches. The short look painted on, the outline of frilly underwear pressing through the thin material of the shorts.
You drink in their svelte bodies. Your mind running disgusting fantasies, based on past experience. Recalling those muscular thighs wrapped around you. You love her athletic skills being aimed at you, focused on your body, on your happiness.
You cover your crotch, not wanting to get, or show an erection. Your own uniform is a short sleeved red shirt, and is completed by some equally tight shorts. You run your finger, around the elastic at the back, hoping to somehow dig them out. But this just draws an amused, and interested smile from the various Cindys.
"So what are we playing for?" you ask.
"Oh, you'll work that out soon, and I guarantee, you'll definitely want to win."
Her twin was about to kick off, turned a blew you a seductive kiss. "It's ten minutes each way."
While you were still trying to work things out, she tapped the ball to Cindy, and the game started.
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