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insinuated. It was easy to see that she had inherited some of Jake’s musical and singing talent. Sure, the band would never make it out of this basement club, but they had a rapt audience, which meant a lot in the long run.
    Taking my phone out of my pants pocket, I started filming some of her performance. Deep down, I knew that Jake would want to see this. After he got over the initial shock of his underage sister singing in a nightclub, he would be proud of Allison’s accomplishments. It was easier to hold my hand steady than it was to contain my out-of-control feelings toward Allison. Brotherly affection was sure as hell not filling my mind at that moment.
    When she finished playing the final chords of the song, a roar of applause erupted in the room. Allison smiled while breathlessly saying into the microphone, “Thank you. Thank you all so very much.”
    As she swept off the piano bench, I got a swift kick in the pants at the sight of her wiry knee boots. They looked like something out of the movie Gladiator , and fuck me, they were sexy as hell. What the hell was I thinking? In no way, shape, or form was I ever to put the words “sexy as hell” and “Allison” in the same sentence. I’d known her since she was thirteen. She was like my own little sister. Bringing my hand to my face, I furiously scrubbed my eyes and forehead, as if I were able to scrub the X-rated images of Allison out of my mind.
    At that moment, a sultry beat came from the stage, and I instantly recognized the song as Am I the Only One . Allison stood in front of the tall microphone stand. “Please baby can’t you see my mind’s a burning hell? I got razors a rippin’ and tearin’ and strippin’ my heart apart as well.”
    While I was able to hear more of Allison’s vocal range on the song, I could have given a fuck less about her singing. Instead, my mind had drifted back into X-rated territory with the way Allison was rocking the microphone stand. As she slid her fingers and hands provocatively up and down the silver metal while swiveling her hips to the beat, I found myself thinking about those very same fingers pumping up and down on my dick. When she straddled the stand and her thighs replaced her hands in the rubbing, sweat broke out along my forehead. All it took was the straddling and hair tossing to have a partial erection slamming at the front of my pants.
    I couldn’t help glancing down at my traitorous dick. No, no, no, this couldn’t possibly be happening. It was one thing to think she was sexy, but now I was leering at her like a horny bastard desperate for a fuckfest. If Jake caught one glance at my thoughts, he would have ripped my head from my shoulders, and considering how horrible I felt for fantasizing on Allison, I would have let him.
    “Damn, she’s hot. What I wouldn’t give to be between those thighs,” someone said next to me.
    “I know. I bet she tastes just as sweet as she looks,” another replied.
    My gaze snapped from Allison to two chicks standing beside me. One caught my eye and waggled her brows suggestively. “Easy man, I know she’s batting for your team. Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize, right?”
    Although my dick thought it was quite arousing having a woman hot for Allison, my mind thankfully overrode it. I’d gone down the threesome path once or twice, but I couldn’t even imagine doing that with Allison. Not to mention, I had a feeling this chick would not be interested in me partaking with her.
    Allison finished up the song to wild applause and ear-splitting whistles. Desperately in need of a drink, I hauled ass over to the bar. “Crown Royal, please,” I called over the chatter to a bartender with multicolored hair.
    As she sat an empty glass in front of me, she raised her pierced brows. “You must be from out of town.”
    With a laugh, I eased onto one of the stools. “I seem to be getting that a lot tonight.”
    She took the bottle of Crown from under the bar and filled my