They call me the Darling of the NHL because I'm the best player in the whole f*cking league.
What they don't know is that I'm not really the midwestern American everyone makes me out to be.
I fantasize about my stepsister.
I haven't see her in years but I bring her to bed with me every night in my dreams.
It's the perfect way to get through the long off-season.
Until, one night, she's at my door, soaking wet, sliding off her dress in front of me.
She wants me to watch.
And then, she's in my lap, my hand between her thighs, ready to finally feel her cu-
When my best friend Jason walks in. And she doesn't send him away.
I don't like to share but it's not like the Darling of the NHL can go public with his stepsister, even if our parents aren't together anymore.