Josiah stood in the shower, his hand moving roughly up and down his length.

The third time in just as many hours that he'd masturbated tonight.

Water bill gon' be high as hell.

Since he went to Grace's house 3 weeks ago, he could call her whenever he needed to have sex. For some reason though, she hadn't replied in days.

Hence the reason his dick felt like it was about to explode.

She might tired of my ass, He thought, using the last time they were together as a way to help him cum.

Grace's head hung slightly off the bed while Josiah held her in place by her neck, fucking her face.

Her positioning made it easier for him to slide to the back of her throat with her gagging.

She moaned around his dick, a result of one of her hands circling her clit.

Leaning forward, he replaced her hand with one of his, "You get that wet just by sucking my dick?"

Another moan of confirmation was heard while Grace nodded as best she could.

That was as far as the memory needed to go.

The thought of touching her pussy again was enough to make semen shoot into the shower as he leaned against the wall breathing heavily.

"I can't live like this." Josiah said aloud as he reached for the soap, "Skin wrinkly, dick wrinkly. I'm just all fucked up."

After drying off and pulling on briefs, he walked into their room, seeing Hassan's girlfriend lying under him while they watched Shameless.

"Damn bro. When mama ask wassup that water bill I'ma tell her you was in there choking the chicken."

His girlfriend, Faelyn, laughed and Josiah looked at her, "Laugh again and I'ma go wake my mama up and tell her you in here."

"Nigga just angry 'cause he over there sleeping alone. Call ya' girl and we can have a sleepover."

Josiah ignored him, pulling the covers over his head. Hassan stayed sneaking this girl in here and she stayed tryna' find a way to talk to him, like she wanted him to like her or something.

And he didn't like her ass at all.

"Hassan I'm thirsty." She said in her nasally voice.

Sounding like somebody fuckin' 3 year old.

Throwing the covers off, Josiah left the room and went down the hall to where his sister was, "Go sleep in there with your brother and that girl."

Neriah looked up from her phone, "So she can try to talk to me? I'll be damned. Go sleep on the couch."

It was just something about Faelyn that nobody liked. They weren't sure what it was, but even their mama didn't like her, and she liked everybody.

She ain't even want Faelyn to go to church with her.

"I'm too long for the couch Riah. Lemme have the bed."

"Noooo. Then you been taking all them showers again. Not about to have lil white spots on my covers."

Josiah's showers were a running joke between he and his siblings since it didn't take a genius to notice him in the bathroom every hour.

They increased in frequency when he first came home from prison, then tapered off. Now that he was having sex again, and couldn't have sex right now, they were back.

"Bro if I'm in the shower how it's gon' get on your bed?"

Neriah laughed, "You need to go see a doctor Josiah. I don't think that's normal."

"Man I'm not finna talk about my dick with my lil sister. You gon' let me sleep in here or not?"

"Not. Tell mama that girl in there so she can put her ass out."

"You go do it. Ian tryna hear Hassan do all that crying. He won't say anything to you though."

She stared at the wall, trying to decide if she wanted to help her brother, "You can sleep in here if you cook for me in the morning."

That was a no-brainer for him, "Cool."

"And I want you to make it look like the ones you do on Instagram Jo. Don't give me no half made ass food like last time."

Cooking was Josiah's passion, his art.

He was in culinary school before the worst night of his life, but now since he was a felon, he couldn't get financial aid anymore and it wasn't any way he could afford it outta pocket.

Still, he'd cook now and then for his family when he wanted to feel like he used to.

"I gotchu'." He replied while getting in the bed, "Now get out my bed so I can sleep."

"And Jo I swear to fucking God if you do that shit in my bed I'll beat you."

"You got some lotion in here?"

She threw a pillow at his head before going in the room with Hassan.

• • •

After checking his phone again, Josiah slid it back in his pocket, leaning against the wall on the side of the building and sighing when he saw his co-worker walking towards him.

"Hey man can I bum a smoke?"

"We been working together for damn near 3 months and you ain't seen me smoke a cigarette once. Not one fuckin' time."

The guy held his hands up defensively, "I was just asking is all."

He then proceeded to pull out a cigarette, lighting and inhaling it, "Bad day?"

Josiah walked away, knowing he was just irritated because he needed to have sex, not because that dumbass asked him for a cigarette when he had his own.

He was even more annoyed because Grace went out of her way multiple times to have sex with him, just to ghost him.

Now he was stuck with a hard dick and lotion.

Not one to nag somebody when they were clearly ignoring him, he left her alone. That still didn't stop him from thinking,

Where the fuck was Grace?

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