The guys cheered and clapped. “Whoa, bro! Alex, you’re a champ,” one of them yelled.
Rob grinned. “Doing God’s work,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “You get all the luck, man. I’d kill for your leftovers.”
I smirked. “They call it sloppy seconds, bro,” I said. “And she’s yours if you want her. You know I don’t like fucking the same girl more than three or four times.”
“Asshole,” Rob said, but he was grinning. “Man, show me your skills. It’s been ages since we went out. When our shift is over, let’s go into the city and pick up some hot bitches. I want a girl to blow me like that.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.” I smirked. “Who knows, Hannah might’ve blown up my phone by then. She was awfully thirsty,” I said, remembering the delicious way Molly had slurped up my cock and balls like they were the world’s most delicious food.
“Let her wait,” Rob said. He reached into a small fridge and tossed me a can of beer. “Girls like that – they like waiting around for us to call.”
I rolled my eyes. “Savage,” I said. I popped the beer open and poured half down my throat. “Rob, no wonder you can’t get any pussy with that attitude.”
“Like you’ve never made a girl wait?”
I laughed. “Well, you learned from the best, after all.”
Rob smirked. “Hey, how’s that sister of yours?” He leaned in close. “She’s a virgin, right? Ever fucked a virgin, Alex?”
I snickered. “I try not to,” I said, rolling my eyes. “They’re usually not very good.” Except for Molly , I couldn’t stop myself from thinking. “Why? You think she’ll let you get your dick wet?”
Rob laughed. “We should double date. You, me, your sister, and that hot foxy blonde. Maybe she can blow us both under the table.”
“You’re a dog,” I said, but my voice was tinged with admiration. Every time I thought I was the world’s biggest pervert, Rob always outdid me.
“Like it wouldn’t be fun,” Rob said. He smirked. “Besides, you and your sister have such a…sweet relationship,” he added.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I said dryly. “I have no idea how we made it out of adolescence without burning our parents’ house down.”
Rob threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be more than willing to pay just to witness that,” he said.
“No shit,” I said. I slurped down the last of my beer and reached for another can. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to drink on duty – but no one listened to the rules. Everyone drank, anyway. We just made sure not to get too plastered if we thought things were going to be busy that night.
“I never had a sister,” Rob said thoughtfully. “I always sorta wanted one, though. An older sister, though, like three or four years older than me. That way I could spy on her and check out her tits after she hit puberty.”
I laughed. “You’re one sick fuck, you know that?” Besides, it was nothing like that. Rebecca hated me from the moment she came sailing out of the womb. She was always jealous of me.”
“Why?”
“Because I was a total shit to my parents so I got more attention,” I said, grinning smugly. “I acted out all the fucking time. And Rebecca totally hated me – she was jealous.”
“So why didn’t she act like a little bitch just to get more attention?”
I shrugged. “She tried, but she couldn’t compete with me,” I said with a snicker. “There was one time when she ripped up all the flowers in Mom’s garden. That probably would’ve gotten her a spanking, but I came home suspended from school for kicking some geek’s ass. So Mom pretty much forgot about it. Rebecca was so pissed – she stayed in her room for a whole week.”
Rob laughed. “You really were a little shit, wow,” he said. “So, look, we should really go out later. I’m dying to hit the town with you.” He elbowed me in the side. “We can have some steak, pick up some girls. What do you think about that?”
I shook my head. All I could think about was Molly – and talking about Rebecca had brought her closer to the front of my mind than ever before.
“Nah,” I said. “I think I’m gonna stay in. I’m coming down with something.?
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Rob squinted. “Are you coming down with a terminal case of Becoming a Pussy?”
I glared at him. “Dude, cut the shit. Why are you so butthurt that I don’t want to go out and find a couple of skanks to screw?”
“Because you used to love going out and finding a couple of chicks to screw,” Rob said. He frowned. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into you, man. You’re a different dude now.”