“DId you get mom’s text?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, picking up the cup and smelling it.

He made a face, but then shrugged and went on to drink. He winced through the burn.

“Looks like we’re gonna have the house to ourselves,” He said, recovering from the sip he took.

I smiled, knowing that a cup like that full of booze was enough to make anyone tipsy, including my not so bodily dense brother.

The first half an hour we spent just watching the movie, a stupid plot and all the excuses to show girls topless. Hopefully that sparked something in him. With alcohol in my system and being fucked while dreaming of Jace pushed me to try. I’ll never know if it’s him I want unless I have him and feel what it’s like first hand.

If it felt more wrong than anything we could always stop and just kiss a little, chalking everything up as a crazy mistake. If it felt like it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, then I would have to seduce him to the point where he knows it wouldn’t be a one time thing. I was dead set on it. I finished my cup, wanting more booze to help me settle my nerves. Again I made my way into the kitchen.

“Want another?” I asked.

I could hear the ice cubes slide around as he pounded back the last of his drink.

“Sure.” He said.

I walked over to the couch. He left the cup on the low table right in front of him. I have never been so happy to be so tall. I bent over, my tits nearly falling out of my shirt, and picked up his cup as slow as I could. I felt him glance my way. I scampered back to the kitchen, feeling the waves of joy I got from knowing my brother cheked out my tits.

I poured ourselves a drink and did the same thing putting his cup down. Another glance. I walked in front of him on my way to my seat. A part of me wished I had only worn underwear, but it wasn’t hot enough to use the heat as an excuse to be naked. I continued on drinking, hoping that with enough alcohol in me it would make me do something courageous. Another teen movie played, more shirtless girls, more sex scenes. It was taunting me, showing me a preview of what’s to come.

“Why do you think girls flash their tits for some paycheck from a director?” I questioned.

Jace began to wonder, shuffling through different ideas before spewing whatever noise that come from his mouth.

“Maybe they need the money?” He guessed, naively.

If it was me I’d do the job for free. I could have countless guys stare at my tits and later fantasize about their cocks in between my lovely breasts. Of course I didn’t say that. As far as my family knows I’m just a girl trying to become a veterinarian, not the slut of the dorm.

“Do you think they like it? That attention, that sexual feeling?” I questioned further.

“Maybe. I mean I wouldn’t flash my junk for the fun of it, but maybe it’s different for girls. Would you do it?” He asked me.

I had to stop myself from screaming out hell yeah. I pretended to think, leaving him curious as to my answer.

“I think I would. If it paid enough.” I answered, I lied.

He accepted my answer, believing the little white lie I told. I was starting to feel hot. I didn’t have to feel my pussy to know it was damp, holding back a flood of juices from seeping through my clothes. The heat somehow became more intense, like the room had suddenly turned into an oven. I realized it was because of the liquor, remembering that I get hotter with the more drunk I get. My drinks were strong.

“Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

His attention turned to me. I wish I could look at him while he checked out my body. He kept his cool as he saw me looking at him, not risking a glance.

“Why not,” He said, agreeing. “What game are we playing?” He asked.

I didn’t think that far, the booze being responsible for my sudden outburst.

“Truth or dare.” I answered, acting on instinct.

It was a good idea. It could start off innocently and progress to something out of a movie or porno. Maybe I can persuade him to drink faster. The more of his mind gone, and hormones in charge, the better I’d feel. I was already on board with what I wanted. It would help if his mind was in fuck mode instead of brother mode. All of this was a theory and I prayed it worked.

“So truth or dare?” I asked, kick starting the game.

“Truth.”

“Are you a virgin?” I pressed, maybe too hard.

His face began to turn red. He tried to hide away behind his cup, slowly drinking the contents.

“Yes.” He admitted.

Something in me was suddenly turned on. It wasn’t the horny aspect of myself. There was something pure and caring in me. I wanted to be his first. I wanted to guide him through this experience. The only time I had been a virgin was the first time I had sex. Everyone after that had experience. I was too shy and nervous the first time to really enjoy it. But now I was given the chance to do it all over again, lovingly and softly.

He nearly finished his drink, trying to drown the embarrassment in whiskey.

“Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?” He asked, recovering from the sudden blush attack on his face.

“Dare.” I picked.

“I dare you to take three shots of whiskey straight, one after another.” He dared.

HE was trying to get ME drunk and I loved it. It would make things slightly easier. Maybe he wants to get somewhere and he thinks the only way it’ll happen is if I’m drunk. Maybe he was playing the same game I was. I stood up and went to get the shot glasses and whiskey from the kitchen. I came back and placed everything on the coffee table. I lined up three shot glasses and filled them to the brim with the stingy liquid. I took a deep breath and tried to return back to my college self. That girl could do this easily.

But it has been quite awhile since I’ve done shots. Shots of whiskey no less, not even something more doable like vodka. I grabbed the first glass and just jumped in. Before I could swallow I already had my fingers wrapped around the next shot. I managed to take all three, completing my dare. I winched and groaned after finishing, making Jace laugh in amusement. I collected myself, trying to keep focus on what I was doing. My head was starting to get fuzzy. It was my turn.

“Ok, I did it. Now you. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.”

He was avoiding the dare, and that’s what I needed from him.

“You’re such a wuss,” I told him. “What’s the furthest you’ve gone, first, second, third, or fourth base?” I asked, getting my revenge by making him feel more embarrassed.

Again he turned red, finishing what little there was left in his cup. He locked his jaw and watched me intently.

“I almost got to second base.” He said, revealing more about his sexual history.

“Almost? How do you almost get to second base?” I interrogated him.

“Well we were making out and right as I was about to slide my hand up her shirt we heard her parents come in.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He stood up and went to grab the soda from the fridge. He wanted to drink some more, which is a good sign. I stopped laughing by the time he came back. It was then When I felt another surge of heat. I fanned myself with my shirt, trying to find some cooling comfort. Jace watched me, paying little attention to his pour of whiskey, dousing the cup in the drink. I pulled down on my shirt a little as I fanned myself, revealing even more of my black lacey bra. His mind suddenly snapped back to his drink, collecting himself as he mixed the cola with the alcohol.

“Ok,” He said, still feeling red. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I picked.

He stared at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only like 10 seconds, but he kept on staring at me. It wasn’t sexually which frustrated me a little, but more like as if he was looking for something.

“DId you masturbate in my room earlier?” He asked me out of nowhere.

My heart stopped. I could feel the vital organ sink into the deepest pits of my stomach. If I wasn’t sweating before I definitely was now. How did he know? I couldn’t read his face. I didn’t know if he wanted to know the truth or wanted to hear me say yes. I don’t know where his mind was. I felt frozen stiff, I couldn’t even take a drink, my arms didn’t work anymore. I let the silence go on for too long. Deciding it was best, and that maybe it would help, I told him the truth.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was subtle but I caught the smile that was growing on his face. “How did you know?” I questioned him.

“I came back home and saw that my door was completely closed and my shirt IN the hamper, not on it. No one else was home so it had to be you. I figured you went into my room for something. Then I smelled something different. I know what sex smells like, I know what a woman smells like. I had a hunch. You just confirmed it.” He deducted.

I was dumbfounded.

‘So stupid,’ it thought to myself, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done that.’

It was my turn to have my face go red. My pale skin didn’t help. I could feel my cheeks burn. They burned worse than my stomach and throat did after taking those shots. There was no turning back now. I had been made. I could only push forward from here.

“How do you know what a woman smells like, what sex smells like? You’re a virgin.” I argued.
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