Do you have a thing for her?” Savannah asks, moving to Addison’s abandoned chair when she goes back into the house.

“What?” I ask.

“Addison, you were staring at her like you wanted to rip her clothes off and give her the business.”

This chick rubs me the wrong way. She’s jealous of Addison. I’m sure of it.

“You clearly need your eyes checked, sweetheart.”

“You sure about that?” she pushes.

“Positive, she’s far from my type.”

She scoots in closer, like my words were an invitation to drop her panties. “Then, what’s your type?”

“Not lost, virginal puppies.”

I don’t know if Addison has told her friend about her broken virtue, but I’m not going to be the one to share it. If she wants everyone in the goddamn world to think her pussy has never been touched, that’s her business.

“Good news for you, then.”

“What’s that?” I already know what she’s going to say.

“I’m exactly your type.” Bingo. I was right. “I’m not a virgin and more than willingly to screw on the first date.”

I raise a brow. “Oh really? Then, you’re definitely my type.”

“So when are you taking me out?”

I don’t want to take this chick out. The only thing I’d prefer to do with her is drag her to my bedroom, push her down on her knees, and shove my cock in her mouth. That’s it. She seems too needy and annoying for me. She’s the type of girl that will call twenty-five times the next day and then stick my cat in the microwave if I don’t answer.

“We’re going on a double date,” she calls out when Addison comes back with drinks.

I want to strangle this damn chick. The only thing she has going for her is she might take my mind off wanting to see my stepsister naked. I can take all of my sexual frustrations out on her.

The drink cans drop from Addison’s grasp, and I quickly jump up to save them before they hit the ground.

“What?” Addison asks, like she misheard Savannah.

“Zeth asked me out,” Savannah lies, snatching a can from me. “How about we double date?”

Addison glances over at me in question, like she doesn’t believe her friend.

“Sounds like a damn blast,” I say.

“Yeah, I mean, whatever,” Addison mutters, clearly as excited as I am. “Let me know when. I’ll see if Cam is up for it.”

Savannah gets up and wraps her thin arms around my waist. Her hand feathers over my cock briefly before resting on my stomach “This weekend you’re all mine.”

* * *

I’m relaxing on the couch, exhausted from fighting Savannah’s wandering hands away from my cock all day. I never thought I’d complain about a chick wanting my dick, but the broad was relentless.

I look down at the caller ID when my phone rings.

“Hey fucker, what’s been going on?” I answer.

“Same shit, different day,” Kelton says on the other end. “How’s the East Coast?”

“As sucky as we thought it would be.”

“And the East Coast pussy?”

I scratch my cheek. “Now that’s not as bad as we thought it would be.”

Kelton has been my best friend since we were ten. Him and my mom are the only people who’ve ever had my back. He was born addicted to drugs thanks to his strung-out mother and has never met his father. He was shoved into the system at a young age. We met in our teens, and he stayed at my house nearly every night because his foster parents were assholes. Even though we don’t share blood, I still consider him my brother.

He roars in laughter. “I’m trying to save up some dough to get out there and see you.”

“You don’t have to do that. You need to save every dollar you can.”

He has a three-year-old daughter, Rose. I remember the day he came to me, scared shitless, about becoming a dad at seventeen. But he’s shifted into fatherhood well. I was honored when he asked me to be Rose’s godfather. I love that little runt to death.

Her mom practically dumped Rose on Kelton after she was born, and she only comes around when it’s convenient for her. She even tried to take him to court for child support when he’s the one who has her ninety-percent of the time. They talk about dead-beat dads like it’s nothing, but there are deadbeat moms, too. Rose’s mom is one of them.

“Nah, I’ve been telling Rose we’ll visit you soon. She’s excited as hell. She misses her Uncle Zeth.”

“Give her a kiss for me and tell her I can’t wait to see her.”

“How’s your dad treating you?”

“Like I’m the bastard child,” I say, honestly.

“And his new wifey? Is she an evil stepmom?”

“Holy roller. She thinks everything is evil. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to do an exorcism on my ass. Her daughter isn’t too bad, though. A little uptight, but she’s cool.” I instantly regret bringing Addison up. I know how much fun he’s going to have with this.

“Her daughter?”

I can sense his excitement.

“How old is her daughter?”

I cringe. I should lie, so he’ll get off my ass. “Eighteen.”

“Fuck man, she has a grown ass daughter and you’re just telling me this now? Is she hot? Bangable? Willing to give it up when I come visit?”

“She’s alright, and I doubt that’s going to happen.”

He catches onto my tone. “Alright, huh? Please tell me you hit that shit. That would piss your dad off, and that would be fucking great.”

“Nope, my dick hasn’t been anywhere near her.”

“But you want it to?”

I clear my throat. “Nah, she’s off limits.”

“Holy hell, you’re falling for your step-sister. I’m not sure if that’s fucked up or hot as hell.”

“You’re wrong,” I answer, not sure how true that is.

I’m not falling for her. I can’t be. I just want to get into her sweet little panties, get a taste of something innocent. Even the girl I lost my virginity to wasn’t a virgin. I was fourteen, and she was eighteen.

“You don’t think she’s attractive?” he asks, skeptically.

“Of course, she’s attractive, but I’m not going to fuck every female I find attractive.”

“Newsflash to me.” He’s still laughing. “At least, admit she’s attractive enough to fuck, man. Let me have some fun with this.”

“I don’t want to fuck her. I walked in on her boyfriend railing her on the couch, and it looked like it was some step-by-step instruction video. I’m not into proper prudes in the bedroom.”

“You walked in on her getting screwed? This is too good. I’m definitely coming out there.”

All of a sudden, I hear a loud gasp come out from behind me. I feel like I’ve been smacked in the face when I turn around and see Addison. Her face is flushed, almost red, and she’s biting the edge of her lip.

“Gotta go,” I say quickly into the phone before hanging up.

“I take it you were talking about me?” she asks, hurt clear on her face.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” I stupidly reply.

She gawks at me in disbelief and then stomps around the couch to face me. “Nope.”

I rub the back of my neck and knead my fingers the my skin. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“Like what?” She crosses her arms and sucks in a breath. “It sounded pretty damn clear you were making fun of me to your friend. I’m a prude in the bedroom? You know nothing about me, or my sex life.”

“I know you looked bored out of your mind when he was inside you.” I raise my voice. “I know you looked like you’d rather be doing Calculus homework than having sex with him. Is that your fault or his?” I get up, ready to explain myself, or try to.

She moves away from me. “Again, you know nothing about me, or my sex life, jackass,” she says, angrily. “Nor will you ever.”

She turns around without giving me a chance to fight my case, leaving me feeling like an asshole again.

Me and my big fucking mouth.