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batter’s front foot was angled forward. He was waiting for the exact pitch I threw.
    I shook my head.
    “Come on now, say it. Say I’m right. Quit nibblin’ ya big gobbler.”
    My eyebrows raised. “Huh?”
    “You know, when a chick is supposed to be sucking dick, but she keeps licking the head? Nibbling around, and not giving you what you want? Tell me what I want to hear, cock maggot.”
    I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “You really are a man in a chick’s body. Fine. You were right.”
    “Truth. Now tell me about your date. How are the titties? No wait, let me guess. Last girl you dated had medium to small tits, so you should be due for a fat pair of fun bags. Am I right? Tell me!” She leaned forward, her eyes wide.
    I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know much other than she’s brunette, kind of tall, and reads her fucking Kindle during baseball games.”
    Kasey gasped. “My word, I do declare. Kindle during the game? We should burn her at the stake. We’ll pray over her while she’s on fire of course.”
    Kasey had a knack for taking a conversation in the worst possible direction.
    I glared at her as I stood. “I don’t know why I tell you anything.”
    “Because you love me!” She rose, walked over, and gave me a hug. “Good luck on your date, big brother. You know I love you.”
    “I know. Love you too, sis.”
    She leaned in closer to my ear. “I need you out of the house soon. I have an appointment with a bitch about a scissor banging sesh for an appetizer, and a late main course on the town.”
    “What an appetizing image.”
    “Oh, she’ll be dining for certain.” She held out her hand, waiting for a fist bump. “Right? C’mon. Give it up.”
    I stood there, shaking my head. “I need to shower and get ready.”
    I walked toward the bathroom.
    “You can’t leave me hanging, you prick. That shit was gold and you know it.”
    I shot her the bird as I rounded the corner into the hallway.
    “It’s fine. I ain’t mad. I’ll give you all the details later. Licking the clitty and ass, your favorite.”
    I thought about vomming for a moment as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. My sister’s conquests were legend, but I sure as hell didn’t want to hear about them. I shook off any unwanted mental images.
    I turned the knob on the shower before walking back to the mirror. Kyrie’s long legs and dark hair flashed through my mind. Would she be interested in me? “You got this shit, Easton.” Sometimes my pep talks to my own image helped. Not today.
    I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and yanked them down before pulling my shirt over my head. For some reason, I kept thinking about her reading her Kindle in the middle of the game and I noticed my fingers gripping the counter, hard. Hard enough to see the whites of my knuckles. Then I saw her weaving through the crowd, up the stairs, and onto the concourse.
    There was something about the way she looked at me when we first made eye contact. The expression on her face. Fear, excitement, anticipation—all rolled up into one look.
    My dick jutted against the counter through my boxer briefs, and all the feelings I imagined in her gaze were radiating straight down to my cock. When I raised my head, the mirror was fogging up, and the water was loud on the glass walls of the shower.
    I glanced back down to my growing situation. Maybe releasing a little tension would ease matters? It’s never hurt anything before.
    It didn’t take much to convince myself as I walked over to the shower. I pulled my briefs down, springing my now rock hard dick from captivity as it wobbled free for a moment. Then I stepped into the shower.
    The warm inviting water pelted my neck and shoulders before cascading down my body in smooth streams. I planted my left hand on the wall under the shower head and took my cock in my right.
    Closing my eyes, there she was once again.
    I couldn’t be long. Kasey had been making fun of how long my showers took since I