I lift the scarlet cup to my lips, stained ruby red with lipstick as I gaze across the room at the grinding teenagers. A little of the too-sweet alcohol spills onto my chin, a sign that I’ve been drinking too much. I wipe the drop off with my thumb and then rub it onto the side of my cut off jeans. My best friend, Brogan, was at my side, leaning on the counter and talking to a guy from school who looks familiar, but whose name I would never be able to recall.
Brogan and I were unofficially invited to this rager. Almost every Friday since the third grade, we’ve had a sleepover at either her house or mine. This week we ended up at her house conveniently when her brother invited his entire fraternity to a house party. The frat house on campus was under scrutiny for throwing parties with underage drinkers. Their activity won’t be monitored at one of the brother’s family homes on a weekend that his parents were celebrating their anniversary in Cancun. Nonetheless, there are plenty of girls from our high school drinking underage at the party, myself and Brogan included.
Earlier in the week when Danny told Brogan his plans, he bristled when she told him that we would be there, partaking in all of the activities, including finding guys to fool around with for the night. Why Brogan told her brother gross details of what she planned to do with one of his frat brothers is beyond me. I would never tell my brother anything about my sexual activity. But, Brogan has always been an open book. If you looked up “TMI” in Urban Dictionary, you would find a picture of Brogan. In the end, Danny just shrugged it off and told us not to cause any problems being minors.
It’s not like Danny’s party is going to be my first party. Brogan and I popped that cherry a while back. Besides, when it comes to fooling around, it’s not Brogan’s first time either. Unlike me, Brogan lost her virginity two years ago in our freshman year to her senior boyfriend. I’ve been saving it. I’ve had a couple offers, but I never felt it was right, so I’m certainly not going to give it up for just anyone. I have made it to second base a couple of times but never felt comfortable enough with the guy to go further than that.
The speakers bump the first beats to my current favorite song which gets me swaying side-to-side in the kitchen. I start to sing along as I scan my eyes across the room at the scene before me.
Across the room, Danny’s buddies are gathered around him, cheering as he does a handstand over the keg. Two of the brothers decided to take their shirts off a couple of beers ago and some drunk Greek letter girls were clawing at their bare chests. I look at the scene in disgust. When Brogan and I go off to college next year, I hope that we won’t ever become like those girls. The group erupts in a great cheer and Danny stands up, taking a seat on a nearby barstool like a king upon his throne.
Danny catches me looking at him and a wicked grin crosses his face. I avert my gaze quickly, the blood rushing to my cheeks back down to my toes, transferring heat to the rest of my body like an internal wildfire. I’m not going to say that I’m a cliche and that I’ve had a crush on Danny forever because it’s not like that. Being my best friend’s brother, Danny always seemed like only an older brother to me growing up. It wasn’t until last year that I realized my treacherous feelings for him.
It was at another party like this one and Danny had a girlfriend--well, I wouldn’t exactly call her that. Friends with benefits is the appropriate term. Some trap beat was playing and Danny and Miranda were dancing dirty, practically leaving nothing to the imagination as to their plans later. I watched his scruffy cheek rub against hers and her body responded in shivers. Right then and there, I got a sinking feeling that I wished that was me. Not just with any guy, but with Danny. The realization hit me hard and I couldn’t believe myself and the feelings I was having. After a few weeks, there were multiple incidents that just made it clearer that it was a total crush.
Bringing me back to reality and getting my mind off Danny, a random guy bumps into me as he tries to reach for the bottle of gold tequila behind me. As he apologizes, I’m able to get a good look at his short blonde hair and his handsome features before he walks to the other side of the kitchen. There I watch him fill a line of shot glasses with the amber liquid. I leave my post by Brogan and sauntered over to him, lightly tapping on his shoulder. My little crush on Danny can’t keep me from having fun.
“Mind if I join you?” I ask the guy. He nods his head and grins at me.
“Finn.” He produces his hand for me to shake.
“Anna,” I reply, taking note of the coarseness of his hands in mine. From the look of his jeans and red-plaid shirt, I know he isn’t from Danny’s fraternity. He must have just heard about the party through a friend and showed up.
As if to prove my point, Finn calls across the room to another guy, almost identical to him, wearing a TKE fraternity shirt. He strides up with two other guys at his side and takes a shot glass from the counter. His friends do the same. Finn offers one out to me and I take it gratefully, anticipating the sweet, thick burn down my throat. We clink the glasses together and down the shots simultaneously. I swallow quickly, enjoying the sensation on my throat. I chase the shot with a lime.
“Guys, this is Anna.” Finn introduces me to the other guys. “Anna, this is my brother, Flynn, and his buddies, Dex and Roger.”
I remember the name Flynn coming from Brogan’s lips earlier this week. He is the guy Brogan mentioned that she had her eyes on. Her affinity to him makes sense. Both Flynn and Finn have identical, rugged features with chiseled jawlines to match. Their built frames make them look strong and sturdy, and I’ve certainly never had a problem with a tall guy. Their light blonde hair parted to the right with side fade helped to accentuate their tanned faces.
Brogan appears by my side shortly after I start talking to the guys.
“So boys, are we taking shots?” The guys grin at the sight of Brogan’s bare midriff and booty shorts. Finn pours out the tequila again.
“What’s your name again, gorgeous,” Flynn asks her, handing her a glass.
“Brogan, but you can keep calling me gorgeous if you’d like.” She replies.
“Oh, yeah. You’re Danny’s sister, right?” Flynn smiles and glances over at Danny who was paying no attention to the people in the kitchen.
“The one and the only.” Brogan moves closer to Flynn and touches his arm as she starts a conversation with him.
While Brogan was occupied, I was left to chat with Finn, who had barely said a full sentence so far.
“So, do you go to school with Danny, too?” I ask, looking up at his handsome face.
“No, I’m actually on a gap year. My family needed help on our farm this year. I’ll be starting college next year.” He says and I can’t help noticing his hands fidgeting together nervously.
“Nice.” I smile up at him. “What are you going to study?”
“Agribusiness. I want to take over the family farm one day.” I pause for a second, expecting him to say something else or ask a question of his own.
“Sweet. I’ve never met someone studying agribusiness before. I guess that happens when you live in the suburbs.” He chuckled lightly.
“Yeah.” Flynn said and rubbed the back of his neck.
“So how did you end up here?” I ask, trying to continue the conversation.
“Finn is in Danny’s pledge class.” I nod my head and smile, uncertain as to what to say next.
“So what are you drinking tonight?” I hear Flynn ask Brogan behind us and turn my gaze to them.
“Got anything hard?” Brogan replies with a sly smile as she squeezes Flynn’s bicep lightly. He visibly gulps and I giggle at the pair of them. Flynn grins down at her and his eyes move down to her backside as she reaches over him to grab another bottle of tequila from the top shelf of the cabinetry. She spins around and places the bottle on the island countertop.
As I feel the two tequila shots catching up to me, my judgment fades and I am brave enough to side up to Finn despite the awkward conversation. I grab the vodka bottle off the counter and raise it up. “Belly shots, anyone?” I watch as the guys trail their eyes from the bottle down to my bare stomach.
Brogan throws her arm around me and starts laughing. “This is my best friend, Anna. She likes to be licked.” Brogan and I exchange giggles. I hear Finn beside me chuckle, his gaze intently burning into my back.
Brogan leans over to whisper in my ear. “One brother for each of us.” She lets out a bubbly laugh and I smile in response, although I feel too drunk to go further than possibly kissing Finn.
Brogan clears off the island counter and Flynn lifts her onto it. Flynn spins around to me and lifts me up beside her. I position myself parallel to Brogan who is laying on her back. Flynn grabs the tequila bottle from the counter and puts his hand on the waistband of Brogan’s shorts. She squirms under his hand and his fingers play with the trim on the bottom of her shirt, pushing it away from her navel. Finn places lime slices and salt between Brogan and I. Finn puts a lime slice to my lips to suck on for him. My expression sours as the juice hits my tastebuds. Finn laughs and licks the dribbling lime juice off my chin.
Flynn pours tequila into Brogan’s navel and holds her hips down with his large palms, trying to keep her from giggling and spilling it. He licks up from her waistband and swirls his tongue around her belly button before sucking out the pool of hard liquor. Finn takes the bottle from his brother and pours it into my navel. He imitates his brother, except he starts at the bottom of my bra and then swirls around my navel to finish by sipping the tequila out. He continues to move his cool tongue down to my waistband. My hips involuntarily lift into his chest and he smiles against my skin before placing a soft kiss above my waistband.
Flynn pulls Brogan up off the counter and returns her to the floor.
“Finn, this babe and I are going to the dance floor. Are you coming?” Finn shakes his head, staring at me with the same intense gaze as before.
“I’ll stay here with Anna, if that’s okay with you.” He directs the last part to me and I nod. Flynn shrugs and whisks Brogan away to the living room.
I sit up on the counter and look at Finn, admiring his sharp facial features. Finn puts his hands on my thighs in response and I look down at them. His touch sends tequila-inspired chills up and down my spine. In one motion, he situates himself between my legs. He places one hand behind my head and one on my thigh, stroking the skin. His hand brings my head down to his and our lips crash together. My pelvis presses against him and he moans into my mouth.
He doesn’t do much in terms of conversation, but I don’t mind him not carrying the conversation now.
I’m very vaguely aware of how public our affections are. Finn is a good kisser and although I don’t plan to do too much more with a stranger, there’s no harm in kissing him.
His hand moves higher up my thigh to the front of my shorts. My hands move to the back of his head to pull his face closer and deepen the kiss. He nibbles on my bottom lip and I open my mouth to give him full access. His tongue invades my mouth and swirls with mine in a carnal dance. His hand slides from behind my head to the bottom of my shirt, slowly making its way to the back of my bra. He nibbles on my bottom lip and then kisses the skin down my neck.
While I’m distracted with his lips’ assault on my skin, his fingers unclasp my bra. He gracefully slides it off my arms, from underneath my shirt, and throws it onto the counter. His hands gather at my front and his fingers graze my skin until he is groping my breasts.
I try to get out of his grasp, knowing that he just crossed a line for me. His lips have returned to mine and he holds me down with them, keeping me from pulling away. I try to pull my body away from him, but he squeezes tighter with his coarse hands, and I squeal in pain. That’s when his body disappears from mine.
I regain my composure, looking around the kitchen for Finn. My heart stops when I see him on the floor underneath Danny, who is pounding his face in. I hop off the counter and reach out for Danny to stop him from delivering more blows to Finn’s head. I shove him back and kneel over Finn. He breaks away and takes a shot at Finn’s belly. Blood drips from his nose and the first signs of a bad shiner appear under his right eye.
“Danny, what were you doing?” I demand, getting up from the floor and pushing him back out of the kitchen. Flynn runs in past us to take care of his brother. Brogan appears in the doorway in shock but doesn’t dare confront her brother about it.
“I saw Brogan dancing without you, so I came to find you. Then, I found this douche fondling you.” He declares, still not giving a good reason as to why he was hitting Finn.
“So you hit him? Did you think that I might have liked what he was doing to me?” I keep pushing him back so now we’re in the middle of the living room. Thankfully, the DJ--the frat’s vice president--didn’t turn off the music amidst the commotion.
“Anna, you were pushing him off and he wasn’t stopping. I saw it.” Danny replies, an expression crossing his features that confused me.
“It’s none of your business, Danny.” I spat. Danny shakes his head.
“Anna, you’re drunk.”
“I’ll get as drunk as I please and kiss whoever I want to. It’s just kissing anyways.” I place my hands on my hips, asserting myself to him.
“Not at my party. I’m cutting you off. No more alcohol. Go upstairs and go to bed.” Danny starts to move past me back to the living room.
“Danny! You aren’t my father. You can’t tell me what to do like that.” He spins around at my words.
“Danny! More like Daddy.” One of the brothers shouts and I feel my face changing into a deep red shade.
“Fine, then. I’ll take you upstairs myself.” Danny hoists me up on his shoulder before I can move away. With his arms around my legs and one hand suspiciously close to my butt, he carries me upstairs. He opens the door to the guest room without knocking and quickly shuts it when he notices two figures rolling around on the bed. Brogan’s door is locked, so he takes me into his room instead and sets me down on the bed. He slams his door before looking at me and plops down beside me, massaging his temples with his fingers. I look at the tenseness over his handsome features and am immediately flooded with guilt.
“Danny, I’m sorry I was getting mad at you.” I divert my gaze down to my lap. I can feel myself sobering up, the more I look at his stressed expression.
“Whatever. You know, if you don’t want my help, you can just get out and go back to that hick-town loser.” Danny turns away from me and I stare at the back of his head.
“I don’t want to. He was getting too handsy for my liking.” I admit defeat.
“Whatever. Just go away, Anna. You can obviously take care of your own drunk self.”
“Danny,” I pause, waiting for him to turn to me. He doesn’t. “I just wanted to thank you.”
“Now you have. Run along.” His shoulders are tense. Still wet from the action with Finn, I feel buzzed by the sight of Danny’s muscles.
Maybe it’s my newfound crush on him that made me imagine him liking me, too. Liking me by the way he swooped in and saved me tonight. The tequila courses through me, allowing me to speak up.
“There must be some way I can thank you.” I place my hands on his shoulders, making him jump and tense up more. Eventually, I feel his shoulders relax and I begin massaging his tense muscles. “Just let me make you feel better.” I can feel Danny hesitating, but he doesn’t make a movement to protest. I climb up behind him on my knees and press my breasts against his back. I move both of my hands in a rhythm on his shoulders with tender pressure. He relaxes more and releases a breath he had been holding in. I continue to massage his shoulders and lean down to press my lips to his earlobe.
His shoulders immediately tense up again and my fingers stop in their tracks. After a moment of the tension, Danny suddenly flips around and pins me to the bed, cuffing my hands to my sides with his own hands. I stare into his eyes, a piercing blue gaze that matches his sister’s. I feel as if I’m going to combust under his gaze and then the fire will be quenched with the wetness between my legs.
He leans in and his lips inch closer and closer to mine. “Don’t you ever do anything like that with that guy again.” I lick my lips, watching his face a mere inch from mine as I feel his breath from the whispering touch my lips first. Finally, I close my eyes and feel his lips cover mine. His kiss is hard and needy and makes me ache in between my thighs.
His lips trail down my face to my chin and down my neck. They rest on my collarbone and suck the skin. A moan escapes my lips, and I run my hands up his back, entangling my fingers in his hair. He tugs his shirt off and I tussle his beautiful auburn locks.
Midway through the kiss, he pulls back, his breathing ragged and his eyes scanning my face for something. Probably, coherence because of the prevalent taste of alcohol on my tongue.
“What?” I whisper, desperately wanting his lips back on mine.
“Do you want this?” I bite my lip and slide back from him, tugging my top off and fully exposing myself to him.
“I want you, Danny.” Danny visibly restricts a moan, his eyes trailing down my torso and back up to my face. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head in one move. With his other hand, he unbuttons my shorts and slides them off with my panties, leaving me gloriously vulnerable to him.
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