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“Is it real?” someone else questions.

“Everything about me is real.” Except for everything that isn’t, of course.

“So, tell us, who beat your ass, buddy?”

Called it. He saw the mouse under my eye and went for the lowest hanging fruit his short ass could reach.

I have to hold back my laugh. Not only does he not know how to work a clit but he has to have a small cock. He just has to.

Once again, I look at Kota with pity. Maybe if she knew what a good fuck was, she wouldn’t be settling for this dumbass in boat shoes.

I could show her. If I lasted long enough, I could definitely show her.

I could show her even if I didn’t last. Fucking isn’t all about penetration. It’s a lot more involved, at least the way I do it.

“Nobody,” I tell Guy honestly.

“Was it you, Kota?” Guy asks her before teasing in a condescending sort of baby talk, “Did you beat up your new bruddah?”

“Stepbrother,” we both say at the same time.

“Khaos and I have opposite schedules. I didn’t even see him this week.”

Now why’d she have to go and lie to him like that? She did see me. She probably wishes she didn’t, but trust me, she did.

“Ah, that’s too bad. I was hoping to get all the dirt on you from Big Bro.”

Kota rolls her eyes at her boyfriend.

“What kind of dirt?” I ask.

“Just if my girl’s been good or not.”

Kota’s been avoiding me since I entered the pool area, but as soon as she realizes Guy’s mistake, she shoots her gaze at me, her eyes blown like she just did a line.

Girl has such a shit-ass poker face, it’s shocking she hasn’t been called out yet.

“That’s funny you say that. I, uh…” I rub the back of my neck while watching Kota squirm. “I wouldn’t know. Like Kota said, we don’t really see each other.”

“Come on, Guy. We all know Kota Rhodes could never be bad,” a well-endowed blonde in a string bikini says.

While Guy doesn’t react to that whatsoever, Kota does. Kind of. She tucks her hair behind her ear but keeps her hand there, doing something behind the lobe, then under it.

“She’s too busy hyping up everyone else, even the girls’ volleyball team,” the big-tittied blonde adds with a snicker, proving Kota’s theory right about people not taking female athletes seriously.

“Lisann,” her friend says through a laugh and an elbow nudge.

I mean, she is in Kota’s fucking house. Maybe don’t talk shit on her right in front of her and her boyfriend.

Or do and face the consequences.

“Go team, go.” Lisann wobbles her head and shimmies her double-Ds at the same time.

Eyes on those tits, Guy sips from his beer, obviously not too pressed about his girl being mocked.

Kota doesn’t do anything either, just acts like she doesn’t hear what is literally unmistakable. There are people shifting in their own discomfort from this shit.

Whatever.