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My mouth drops open, and I groan in frustration. “Do not joke! I’m not in the mood.”

Luke adjusts himself and shakes his head. “Nah, Eli. This is no joking matter.”

“Cancel,” I mutter. “Cancel. It.”

“Nah, man. I can’t. Eliza just texted. They’re five minutes away.” He glances down at his straining dick. “Guess we’ll just have to suffer through.”

“You invited my sisters…to my house?” I ask slowly.

“Well, no. Not really. I happened to mention I was coming over to hang because, you know, I need my punishment. But, you know, I didn’t mention that part to them, and they said they’d be right over.”

I sigh, removing my glasses, and press my fingers against the bridge of my nose. It will be another miserable few hours without any fucking relief. I’m going to bite my sisters’ heads off, just snap them off like grapes being plucked from their stems.

As much as they live to annoy me, I do love them.They’ve had my back since the beginning, especially since I told them I was trans. They’re the fiercest protectors I could ask for.

So, I’ll suffer through this. For them. Even though I’m a mess, and I hate being messy like this. It makes me feel so out of control.

“Fine. We better order in then,” I mutter.

I am never getting laid ever again.

I will die miserable and horny forhim.

“Nah. No need. They’re bringing food––something called a chartreuse board, whatever the fuck that is. Maybe it’s all yellowish green foods? And Jane’s bringing Prosecco and says I need to try it with pomegranate juice. Dunno, man. Sounds like I’m going to have the shits tomorrow.”

I sigh and resist the urge to bang my head against the wall.

“That will not be enough food for you. They should know this. You consume more than any human I know. You’re like a garbage disposal.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but don’t worry about me. I already ate. This will be my second dinner. Actually, more like an after-dinner treat.”

I eye him and seriously wonder where he puts it. He’s cut.

He lifts his shirt a little as if he knows where my thoughts went, and my eyes snap down to his exposed skin.

“Like it, huh? I look like a snack. Want to take a nibble?”

Before I can respond with the ‘hell yes’ forming on my lips, I hear my sisters coming up the walkway. They’re so loud no one can miss them. It’s like a Mardi Gras marching band. Welcome to my life.

Luke smirks at me, mouthsready,and opens the door. And they don’t even pause; they just barrel right into him. Luke catches Jane first, her beloved Prosecco bottles clutched tightly in her hands. Then Kate, while balancing a large food container in her palms, still manages to reach up and press a kiss to his cheek. And lastly Eliza, who Luke just sweeps up and carries inside like a princess.

They swoon, positively melt, and my heart pounds so hard I can feel it behind my eyes. I have a headache. My jaw hurts from grinding my teeth. I ache everywhere. I’m going to disintegrate into a puddle of goo.

“Why, hello, brother,” Eliza says as Luke gently sets her down in the kitchen. He rubs her stomach lightly, and she winks at me.

“Hi,” I manage to say. It’s all I’m capable of. Two-letter-word answers. Hi. No. Go.

“So, is this the food thingy?” Luke asks, eyeing the package Kate has set on the table. He pops the lid off and leans a little closer.

“Oh yeah. We got this one special just for you. You’re going to love it.”

“Fancy. Are those mini grapes.”

“Of course they are. We are classy bitches,” Eliza says.

“I brought the champagne,” Jane chimes in. “They only let me bring two, though. I think five is a more appropriate number. One for each of us.”

Luke holds out his hand, pops the top off of one, and helps pour the Prosecco into four glasses. A splash of pomegranate juice is added to each one and handed out to everyone, but Eliza just shakes her head, her lips wrapped around a straw shoved into an apple juice box. Jane swipes the extra cup off the counter and cradles both in her hands, taking sips from each.

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