Page 5 of Dirty Pucking Tease

"One, but truthfully, it was kind of gross." I scowled, staring at my bowl of ice cream to try to hide my embarrassment. "Kind of sloppy."

"Gross," he drew out the word. I nodded, my gaze flicked up to meet his. "So you're a virgin?" I nodded again. "I—" He paused, frozen, eyes locked on mine in what seemed to be a formof shock. "I can't help you. Good night." He stormed out without a second glance back.

"O...kay.” I hopped down from the countertop. "Great! This is just great. I will be the forty-year-old virgin."

5

Strolling through the empty house, I made my way through the darkness toward my bedroom. Practice had been brutal today, mostly because I'd had little to no sleep between my blue balls and conversation with Kaia in the kitchen; it left me wide awake.

I needed a shower, alcohol, a blow job, and sleep.

Pushing through my bedroom door, I dropped my gear on the floor, immediately drawn to the crack of light coming from the bathroom and the sound of water hitting the tile floor filling the silent room.

I was home an hour earlier than usual, but there was no way she left the door open to the bathroom while she showered. No fucking way.

Stepping in front of the cracked door, I peered in. It was her. My breath caught at the sight of her bare, wet back. My eyes trailed down her exposed body, following the water droplets as they cascaded down her naked round ass. Her eyes closed as she let the water hit her face. She reached up, running her hand over her long, wet blonde hair. My gaze dropped to the side view ofher tits. Licking my lips, I could feel my cock twitching. Begging to break free from the gym shorts restricting it.

I wanted to join her. I wanted to pin her to the shower wall, wrap her perfect thighs around my waist and fuck her until the water ran cold.

This is exactly why I couldn't help her. There's no way I could help her fuck someone else.

Fuck...

Running my hand down my face, I realized I needed to get out of there before I did something I couldn't take back. So I'd skip the shower and go straight to the alcohol and a blow job.

A quick change and I was out of the house before she finished in the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, I swerved my bike into the Eastside Edge parking lot, a shithole bar on the lower east side. I stormed straight for the bar, ordered two shots, threw them back, and ordered another.

"Woah, man," Owen slapped my back as he slid onto the stool next to me. "Rough day?" Owen and I had been friends since the first day of high school when we bonded over our love for hockey and women. After graduation, we'd accepted hockey scholarships to the same school close to home. He knew everything about me, including my contempt for my housemate.

"You have no idea.” I reached for my drink and throwing it back before slamming it down onto the bar.

"What has your panties in a bunch?" Owen chuckled. "Or should I say who?" I rolled my eyes, twisting around to lean on the bar. "Does this have something to do with a pretty little blonde who lives with you?" I ground my teeth together, not bothering to answer. Nobody got to me the way Kaia did. "Where is she anyway? Tucker said she was on the schedule tonight." My eyes snapped up to meet his in a warning. Why would he even ask if she was on the schedule? "Chill, bro." He laughed, readingmy facial expression. "I overheard him tell Max." Max was the bartender tonight.

"She was getting ready when I left." I groaned.

"In your bathroom." He laughed.

"She's driving me crazy."

"Fuck her." He shrugged. My eyes snapped up to his.

"She's my step-sister," I reminded him. "She lives in the bedroom next to mine. We share a bathroom."

"She's not your real sister." He smirked. "And you are both adults who are obviously hot for each other."

"I can't fuck a girl I can't escape from," I shook my head. "Plus, if my mom found out..." I sighed. "She asked me to behave, and so far, I think I have." I quirked a grin. Looking didn't count as not behaving.

"That was years ago," he stated. "When they moved in. You're all grown up now, and you're not going to be able to hold the men back much longer." He jerked his chin forward, and I followed his line of sight to see Kaia walking through the front door, tying her apron around her waist. Every eye in the room followed her, well, the ones with cocks between their legs anyways.

I groaned, twisting back around the bar. Holding up two fingers, I signaled the bartender for two more shots; I leaned over the bar.

"Why do we come here?" Owen laughed. "There are tons of bars on our side of town. So why do we come to this shithole?" I didn't bother to answer his rhetorical question. We both knew why.

To be near her.

To watch her.

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