Chapter 7

"You're not really going to make us play golf?" whined Sara Monday afternoon as I teed up at the first hole.

"Wouldn't you rather put it in the hole?" said Laura.

"We want to see your wood," Tiffany said, rubbing up against me and briefly grabbing my dick.

I firmly but gently pushed her away.

"We have a practice competition against the Crawdad boys in two weeks. You're expected to win."

"The boys?" complained Sara. "That's not fair."

"You need to be ready in two weeks."

"We can beat them!" said Tiffany.

"You haven't practiced in the last two weeks."

"Yes, we have," Laura said flirtatiously.

"I don't mean that. This is serious."

"Okay," said Tiffany with a big smile on her face. She was trying to hold back laughter.

"Listen," I said.

I waved the girls closer and had them sit on the ground. I sat down where they all faced me. I took a deep breath before I began.

"I hate to do this..." Oh, how I hated to do it! " ... but we're not having sex until you prove you're learning and doing better at golf."

"What?" shouted Laura.

"Andy!" protested Tiffany.

"Shhhh..." I said and used my hands to quiet them down. "When any of you can make par over the first three holes then when practice is done, Tiffany will drive us over to Laura's house for sex."

"Are you serious?" asked Laura.

"Yes," I said but I was unsure of my resolve.

"Well, let's do it so we can get out of here," said Tiffany loudly.

Tiffany went to the tee box, teed up her ball, and swung. She had completely reverted back to a hack and slash approach, so the ball sliced off about 45 yards to the right into the rough.

"That was awful," I honestly assessed. She needed to hear the truth, so she would improve, no matter how much it might hurt to hear it.

The other three girls didn't look very confident. The swagger they might have shared with Tiffany was gone after Tiffany's bad swing.

"Erin," I called out.

Erin grabbed a tee, a ball, and her driver. She teed up and I reached around her.

"Remember how we practiced," I said moving her arms in the motion. "Now go."

I backed away and let Erin rip it. She hit it straight and true. It was a great opening shot.

I wished I could say the same about the other two girls. Sara also reverted back into bad form while Laura hit her ball in the same direction as Tiffany's but deeper into the tall grass.

It was a sad day. None of the girls came close to an overall par of the first three holes. None of them got par on any hole though Erin came closest with a double-bogey on the first hole. It was a sad, sad day. I was not having sex today. So sad.

"You're not really going to hold us to this 'no sex' thing?" asked Tiffany two days later.

"I am," I said straightforwardly.

"But don't you want to have sex too?" whined Laura.

"Of course, I do. I'm counting on you to get good, so we can have sex. I know you can do it. Let's start with the putting green today."

"We already are good at something else," muttered Laura.

Erin and Sara were better at hitting the ball straighter and getting the ball on the green, but they were frequently four or five putting into the hole on what should only take one or two shots. Tiffany could putt once she made it to the green, but making it to the green was her challenge. Laura was the total package. She was totally awful.

By Friday, Erin came within two strokes of par for those three holes and Sara came within five. Tiffany and Laura made the greatest progress but they had the most to improve.

Today was Saturday and it was a week since I had sex. Fortunately I played golf with Eric in the morning so I could keep my mind on putting the ball in the golf holes instead of putting my club in the girls' holes.

"So how is it going with the girls' team?" Eric asked.

"It's okay," I said sounding a little depressed. The girls needed to advance faster. There was only a week left.

"How's my sister?"

"She's the best of them. I guess she has some of your ability."

"Really?" he said shocked.

"Sure. She's not bad. I bet she could be pretty good by tournament time."

"Great!" he said sounding annoyed. "She's going to be bugging me even more to help her with her golf game."

"Why don't you help her?" I asked.

"My sister is a pain in the butt. Haven't you noticed?"

"She's a pleasure," I replied then felt nervous when I noticed the double meaning.

"She must be on her best behavior for you."

"You should help her," I suggested. "She would get better much faster."

Eric seemed to think before he said, "Why bother? She'll quit in a few weeks."

I had a different assessment of Erin. She was the only one of the four girls who I thought fully liked golf for golf's sake.

"Andy. Telephone," Mom said at home early that afternoon.

I took the phone.

"Hello?"

"It's Erin."

"Hi, Erin," I said brightly. My dick did a reflexive twitch.

"Could we play golf this afternoon?" she asked.

"That's all we will be doing," I quickly said.

'I know, Andy. I miss being with you too, but I know it's right. I'm going to be with you soon. I just need more practice."

We agreed to meet at the course in a half hour.

Erin said upon seeing me, "Thanks for agreeing to play with me. I don't blame you for thinking I might jump your bones because I want to."

"I'm more worried about me jumping your bones," I said.

We stared at each other silently. I so wanted to take Erin somewhere and do her hard. She broke the spell.

"Do you want to go to the first tee or go to the driving range?" she asked.

"Let's play," I said.

We started slow so I could help Erin work on her swing. During holes six through fourteen, she was at her best and even parred a couple of holes. Toward the end it was evident she was wearing down. She was too tired to maintain proper form.

"You should do some weight training," I suggested as we exited the 18th green.

"I don't want to get big muscles. I'm a girl," she said, shooting down the idea.

"Just regularly lift some light weights. You won't get big muscles. You'll get stronger, so you don't tire out. I know Eric has some free weights you could use."

She snorted in response. "Eric is such a jerk. He won't help me. Part of the reason I called you is to get away from him. He was in such a shitty mood when he came home."

I quickly evaluated my earlier conversation with Eric in light of what I heard from Erin.

"I think he's threatened by you," I said.

"Threatened? What for?"

"Maybe he feels like you are encroaching on his territory."

"So are you saying I should give up golf so I can make peace with Eric?"

"I'm not saying anything. I'm just guessing why Eric might be acting the way he is. There's no reason for you to give up golf. If he can't handle you playing golf then that's his problem."

"Which he makes my problem. What do I do about it?"

I shrugged. I had a diagnosis but no solution.

"What if it was you?" Erin asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What if you were my brother and I wanted you to teach me and help me get better at golf? What would you want?"

I instantly had one idea that came to mind. It was the one thing I most wanted from Erin, but I knew it wouldn't happen today.

"What?" she asked.

"What what?" I responded.

"What's that smile on your face? Do you have an idea?"

"I was just thinking of sex. I most want sex from you. We better get home." If I didn't leave soon, I would take Erin into a bunker and use my erect wedge tool to open up her pussy lips.

"Okay. Thanks for the talk."

"What's going on?" I said to Eric on Monday during the lunch break. "You haven't said hardly a word today. More problems with your sister?" We sat at one of the tables.

"Erin?" he said startled. "No. No problem."

"I was thinking that maybe you have a problem with her playing golf. That for some reason you don't like it."

"She can do what she wants," he said snippily.

"She'd like some help from you so she can get better quicker."

"I know and I said I will."

"You did?" I said surprised.

"Yeah."

Erin came up to the table.

"Hi, Eric!" she said happily. She kissed him almost affectionately on the lips. She sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around him. She looked at me and said, "Hi, Andy."

"Hi," I replied incredulously. It appeared like they liked each other.

"Eric agreed to help me with my golf," she said joyfully.

"I heard."

Erin leaned into Eric.

"Is something going on?" I asked. She was up to something.

"Depends on what you mean," she replied.

She was playing coy and mischievous. I wanted to ask Erin how she got her brother to change his mind, but I wasn't sure I should ask in front of Eric.

Erin changed the subject to today's golf practice. Eric stayed oddly quiet during the whole lunch break.

At golf practice, Erin pulled me aside.

"We did it!" she said happily.