No Way to Stop the Game

*All characters in this story are over 18.*

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"Okay. When I park, you can go in first. I'll follow after like, three minutes."

I put on the sweetest smile I can muster. "Nothing would make me happier."

"Fuck off, Lauren. I didn't want you to come either."

"Wow." I say quietly. "Welcome to middle-of-nowhere, Texas, to you, too."

Davis's eyes flick towards me, but he looks back towards the road. He'd better, given he's still driving us out to bumfuck nowhere. "Don't be mopey. No one's going to care you're from the East coast."

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for my mom to die so I can be shipped off to live with my deadbeat dad, his mistress, and their rude ass son, either."

He doesn't say anything to that, but his nostrils flare and he steps on the accelerator, so I know he heard me.

This is only my second week in this city, but already my dad's wife is trying to force her way into my life. When Davis said he would be going to a party held by some classmates on Friday night, Lindsay had perked right up and practically cooed at me, saying I should go. And then when dad agreed, that'd pretty much sealed the deal. Because apparently, my life is not my own and I'm not allowed to have my own opinion on what I'd like to do with my time.

It just sucks even more that I have to be here with Davis, of all people.

When I first saw a picture of him, I thought he was kind of cute. At least, he's cute enough, with brown curls that fall just short of deep-set eyes that make him look like he's always brooding. He's tall, too, and fairly well-built, which is probably from his spot on the swim and water polo team (which drives me absolutely nuts, because he somehow finds a way to mention that just about every other conversation).

But his physical looks aside, once I started living with them all I found out very quickly how everything about him pisses me off. He has the slightest country twang, he chews with his mouth open, and he wears his shoes through the house before taking them off IN his room.

And, he doesn't just look like he's always brooding. He absolutely is brooding. His default expression is a frown, which basically ruins any genetic blessing he's received in the face department.

Most of all, he decided he hated my guts from the first day I stepped foot in their house.

Before then, I was actually kind of hopeful.

"I don't even know why you have to hate me so much." I say aloud, crossing my arms around myself and looking out the window.

He doesn't answer, and I tell myself it's because he can't think of a good reason.

After all, I'm star half-sister material. I'm from somewhere interesting, I actually give a shit about life, and I'm pretty enough, which should validate him since half of us is related.

But I feel like I'm screaming into the void at this point, so I clamp my mouth shut and say nothing more.

I'm relieved when the car finally rolls to a stop. I open the door and step out, not even looking to see if Davis is watching me leave or not.

This isn't a neighborhood or anything, it's just one singular house surrounded by farmland. When I asked why we were going to the boonies for a party, Davis had only sighed and said that it was an Airbnb someone named James had rented. Either way, I walk up the path.

Do I knock? Do I just go in?

It's the thought that Davis might be looking, wondering why I'm lingering outside the door that makes me open it and step in. I'm immediately confronted by a sea of shoes.

It looks like there's a living room area if I go in, and to the right there are a set of stairs that lead down to the basement. I hear music playing and a roar of laughter rise from down there.

I steel myself and am about to walk down the stairs when someone emerges from the living room.

"Hey there! Lauren, right?"

"Oh, hi." I say brightly, putting on some fake confidence because this might be the cutest guy in all of Texas. He's wearing a letterman jacket over his tall frame, and has an easy smile on his full lips. "I'm so sorry, I don't think we've met before."

"James," he says, leaning against the wall. His light eyes sweep over me like they're taking their time getting to know my curves. "We haven't met. I just figured since I haven't seen you before that you're the new girl everyone's been talking about."

What I really want to ask is whether people are really talking about me, but I settle for something a little lighter. "Do you know everyone at school, then? It's crazy you just knew right away."

"I mean, Jackson's got a lot of students, but if you've grown up here then you basically get to know everyone's faces."

"Right. I get that." I lie. And because I haven't quite worked up the nerve to go downstairs yet, I stall. "So who all was invited here? This hardly seems like a big enough place for the whole senior class."

"Yeah, it's not. It was a little bit of an open invite, but only hard rule was no one under eighteen."

"Why's that?" Davis never said anything about that requirement.

"Because," James brings his arms out in a stretch. "One of the main activities we have planned are some adult party games."

He raises his eyebrows at me, like I'm supposed to be impressed with that. But I have no idea what that really means, nor do I think I want to.

But my goal tonight is to be polite and maybe walk out with my social life still intact.

"Ooh, sounds fun." I inject as much enthusiasm into my voice as I can.

Just then, the door opens. Davis walks in, looking between me and James with the slightest frown on his face.

"Hey, D-man!" James says, stepping forward to dap him up. "Nice seeing you, bro. This is Lauren. Have you met her yet?"

"Yeah," Davis says stiffly. "Like, a couple times."

I want to roll my eyes at him. But really, I already want to escape from being in a conversation with Davis, so I hurriedly slip off my shoes. "I'm going to go downstairs. Thanks for chatting, James!"

And before either of the boys can say anything to me I walk down the stairs.

There are a lot more people here than I thought there would be. There are some small pockets of conversation, a bigger circle in the middle of the room, and then a group of people gathered in front of the TV playing video games.

I probably only recognize half of everyone here from classes or the lunchroom, but disappointingly there's no one here that I actually know. Even worse, a few of them are outright staring at me like I should know how much I don't belong.

"Hey." I'm absolutely relieved when a tall girl with short brown hair and a nose piercing walks up to me. "You can get yourself something to drink over there if you want."

Almost everyone has a red solo cup in hand.

I've never been one for alcohol, but something tells me I'll need the social lubrication.

"James made jungle juice," the girl winks at me, following me as I pour myself a cup. "I'm Becky, by the way. You're Lauren, right?"

"I am." I say, taking a swig of the drink and struggling to swallow down the alcohol. Ugh. "I didn't realize people have been talking about me."

"I'm actually in your English class." She laughs, and I'm immediately embarrassed. "But yeah, people tend to talk. Small towns, and stuff like that."

"I wouldn't know. I've lived in the city all my life."

"Oh, no way! How did you end up coming here, then?"

"I, uh..." Davis made it very clear he didn't want anyone knowing anything about us being related, so I settle for something close to the truth. "My mom died recently. So I kind of had to move. Real sudden."

"I'm so sorry," Becky says, and I feel bad for bringing the mood down. She puts a hand on her chest. "For what it's worth, I know that God has a plan, and that He brought you here for a reason."

"Yeah, thanks," I say, a little put off by her sudden mention of God.

"But hey, do you want me to introduce you to some people? Or have you met a lot of the people here already?"

"I actually don't know anyone at all." I admit. "I just met James for the first time upstairs."

"No! Let's go fix that."

I down half of my drink and then follow Becky as I'm subject to a whirlwind of introductions. I keep sipping on my drink to offset my nerves, and by the time she gets pulled into another conversation, the room is starting to spin just a little bit.

I hate to be sexist, but I swear a lot of the girls look the same. They have the same bleach blonde hair and white tops and tight denim. One girl named Selena stands out to me in particular, and it's only because she has an intense smattering of freckles all across her face.

Out of some of the boys that Becky introduces me to, I only remember Bradley and Raul, and that's because they're so into their video game that they barely look at me.

I jump as an arm wraps around my shoulder.

It's James. He lifts his own cup in the air and calls out. "Alright, y'all! It's time for some games!"

There's a small whoop from my classmates, while I'm wondering why he's leaning on me like I'm a prop.

"If you want to just hang out down here, you can. But we'll be starting some of the adult games upstairs in like, five minutes." And with that, the party returned to normal, conversation starting to flow as if James had ever interrupted at all.

He turns to me, his arm still around my shoulders. That means that when I turn to look at him, our faces are super close.

"You're going to come play, right, Lauren?"

"I don't know." I say, feeling a little lightheaded. I look across the room and get distracted by Davis. He's talking to some guys that I've already forgotten the names of, but then he looks straight up at me. I turn away, back to James, whose face somehow feels even closer than it was before. "Actually, sure! Sounds like fun."

"Great." He smiles at me, half of a dimple appearing on his cheek. "Want to come help me set up?"

I cast another glance around the room, but don't see any reason why I should stay. Becky's deep in conversation with a couple other girls, Davis is still looking at me, and I don't know anyone else. So I follow James up the stairs.

It's a lot quieter up here, and despite the alcohol running through my system I feel like I can finally take a breath.

"Parties not your thing?" He says, leaning over the kitchen counter. He sounds a little sympathetic, but I can't imagine that this guy is anything other than the life of the party. He's the one hosting, for fuck's sake.

I just shrug. "I'm just a little shy about people I don't know, I s'pose."

"You came out, though. That takes guts. Besides, now you know me."

"Yeah." I give him a grateful smile. "That does make me feel better."

"Yeah?" He stands up. "I was actually thinking that maybe after this, or like, during the games, we could--"

"Sorry, are we not starting yet?" I look over at the familiar voice to see Davis and another guy, standing in the hall.

"Nah, right on time." James says, waving them in. He walks by me, and I swear through my tipsy haze that his hand brushes my ass. It's not until Davis and his friend sit that I realize James never needed any help setting things up.

A few more people join and we all sit down in a circle on the floor. There are less people than I thought, maybe twenty or so people? I slide down from my seat on the bar stool and sit next to Becky, who I'm relieved to see. She flashes me a smile and pats my knee.

James walks around the perimeter of the circle, clapping his hands together.

"Welcome, party people! We're going to start with something a little... boring." He sticks out a thumbs down, and a couple of the rowdier boys boo like they're some sitcom audience. "But we don't want to be rude to guests who might not know everyone's names."

No one overtly looks over, but it's obviously about me.

"So what we're gonna do," he says, jogging over to a box in the corner. He rummages around for a second before lifting up a huge bottle of vodka and a pack of plastic shot glasses. "Is go around, share names and a fun fact. Your fun fact, though, has to be an answer to the question: what is the freakiest thing you've ever done?"

His audience oohs for him, and James grins as he starts handing out the shot glasses.

"Don't lose 'em, or you'll have to chug straight from the bottle." He chuckles as he makes his rounds. After he's done, he takes a seat at the circle. "If you don't want to answer, then you drink. But you might need to pace yourself, because I've got plenty games for us to play."

There's scattered laughter around the circle, and then we begin.

For the most part there's nothing entirely wild. The most common one is having sex in cars. One girl says she gave head to a guy who wasn't circumcised, which oddly enough, gets a big reaction of disgust from the guys. Davis shrugs and says he ate a girl out with a clit piercing. James grins and tells some elaborate story about how he made a girl cum three times in one session.

When it's Becky's turn, she raises her glass and cheers, "Fill 'er up!"

Some of the boys complain as James complies, pouring her a shot. Becky throws it back, blowing out the alcohol vapors towards them. "I'm not staying quiet 'cuz I'm chicken, I'm just saving y'all from hearing more than you can handle."

That causes snickers to spread through the group.

I'm the last one left. I'm so glad that Becky went before me and decided to take a shot.

"I'm Lauren. No fun fact for me." I raise my glass.

"Boring!" One of the boys jeers as James gets up to fill my glass too.

I stick my tongue out at him, which gets a couple laughs. I throw back my own shot and then set the glass down, coughing out the alcohol.

I thought about making something up just to fit in, but the truth was that I had nothing to share. The best thing I could share was that I had my first kiss, but that felt like nothing compared to what everyone else said. I didn't think everyone would have been so experienced. I was starting to feel like joining for these games was a very bad idea.

James doesn't get up this time, but he grins as he starts the next game. It doesn't take that much introduction, it seems, because all he says is, "We're playing spoons."

There's a chorus of groans from around the circle, which he ignores as he passes out cards and counts out spoons, placing them in the middle.

"If you've never played spoons before, you always hold four cards. You can switch out any of them as we all pass around the rest of them. Your goal is to get four of the same kind, and once you get your four, you can grab your spoon. Thing is, once one person grabs a spoon, everyone else can grab it. There's one less than the number of people we have, so one person's gonna be the slowest, and they're gonna be the one to have to take something off." He grins when he says it, and it has the desired effect, because there's a bit of uproar around the circle.

At last, once everyone's calmed down, he looks around the group seriously. "Socks and stuff don't count! Any questions?"

I'm glad I've played spoons before, because I'm not sure I would've understood otherwise.

When no one answers, James counts us down to start the first round.

It's kind of funny, how quiet the room gets. Everyone's so focused on getting their four that the only sounds are cards being slapped down and slid against each other.

Becky's the first one to get her spoon. I feel lucky that I sit next to her and can nab one just as quickly. Chaos erupts as people scramble to get their spoons. There's a bit of a battle over the last spoon between James and some other girl, but after a second James lets go, putting his hands up in the air.

"Alright, I'll be a gentleman," he says good-naturedly, and without any fanfare he pulls off his shirt. I try not to stare, because underneath his simple tee, he is built. He has a bit of chest hair, and a happy trail that extends downwards below his belly button.

One of the boys wolf whistles, which earns laughter around the whole circle. As we're about to start the next round, I sneak another glance at James. He's staring right back at me and winks. I swear I start the round with bright red cheeks.

I don't even know how many rounds we play, but after the sixth or seventh one the shot I took is starting to take effect. I'm a little too slow and end up being the last one.

Taking off my pants is out of the question, so I'm relieved that I chose to wear a longline bra underneath my shirt, and nothing super lacy or push up. My cheeks warm slightly as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it behind me.

"Alright, next round!" James yells, but his eyes linger on me.

I'm relieved that that's the only time I lose. By the time we end, one poor girl is sitting in her bra and underwear, and almost all of the guys have lost their shirts. Davis is one of them, and I'm ashamed to say I can't stop looking at his shoulders. If James is built, Davis is...

It's funny to think that I live with this boy now. If I really wanted to take a peek I could just look at him shirtless at home. For some reason, though, after seeing Davis shirtless here in front of everyone, that thought makes my stomach twist.

I can't dwell on it, though, because James is moving us onto our next game.

"It's the one we've all been waiting for." James grins. "Truth or dare!"

That earns some cheers.

"As for rules," he says. "There are none!"

More cheers.

I almost have to roll my eyes, because they're so excited for some reason. I always thought truth or dare was an exceptionally un-fun game. I'm also relieved, though, that I'm an outside of this group. People never pull out the worst questions or dares for someone who's not really 'in'.

"Except," James says, and everyone quiets almost immediately when he raises his finger. "There's no chickening out allowed. You have to do what you're told. But, if the crowd thinks your prompt isn't spicy enough, you take a shot."

I look around the circle, suddenly nervous. I've never played truth or dare with stakes before, and now I don't want to play. Davis is looking at me, his eyebrows raised slightly like he's checking in with me.

I'm not given the chance to not play, anyways, because James is already starting us off.

"Since Selena is the most naked, we'll let her go first."

The group laughs as Selena flicks one of her braids behind her shoulder. "Alright, Haydyn. Truth or dare?"

One of the blonde-white-tee-blue-jeans girls leans forward. "Truth."

"Who was a better boyfriend, Aiden Jeffers or Tommy?"

I have no idea who these people are.

"Tommy was a better boyfriend," Haydyn answers, but goes on. "But Aiden is a better lay."

There's a mix of laughter and 'ooh damn's from around the circle, but they quickly let up as everyone's eager for Haydyn's turn.

"Becky, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to make out with Evan."

After what Becky said about God earlier, I didn't think I'd see an excited smile on her face as she stands up and saunters over to Evan, the guy walked in with Davis. She straddles him and presses her lips to his. They get really into it, to the point that I feel embarrassed looking at them--at some point Becky places one of his hands on her butt, and I'm fairly certain I see him squeeze it.

"Alright, alright," James pokes at them after some time, and they break apart

Evan releases Becky, who stands up dramatically and then walks back to her seat. He noticeably shifts in where he's sitting, a bulge at the crotch of his pants.

"My turn," says Becky. I'm terrified when she turns to me. "Lauren, truth or dare?"

I hate feeling everyone's eyes on me. "Truth."

"If you had to choose to sleep with any of the girls here, who would you choose?"

Even I know it's a little weak, but no one says anything about it, but it still makes heat rise on my face. No one protests, though. I guess everyone is willing to overlook the favor that Becky's doing me.

"You," I answer truthfully, and it's only when a chorus of 'ooh's emerge from the circle that I realize I answered without looking at anyone else. I have to blame it on the alcohol. Becky blows me a kiss, which is funny considering she's right next to me.

"James, truth or dare?" I say, before I can lose my nerve.

"Truth." He says, tilting his head.

"Uh," I search for something good enough. "How many people have you slept with?"

"Shot!" One of the guys says, and there's sounds of agreement around the circle.

I feel the embarrassment on my face as James gets up to pour me one.

"Sorry, I don't make the rules," he grins.

I roll my eyes at his joke before I pound it back. Luckily, he takes over for his turn right after, and I'm spared from having to come up with something else.

We keep going through the rounds, and they start to get more and more intense. It's not hard to see a pattern emerge when the third girl is dared to go completely topless.

"Alright," James coughs, though his eyes are on Becky's ample chest. "Maybe no more topless dares."

I'm relieved to not be the only one who had to have a shot, because as the rounds go on there's a lot more booing. For me, a lightweight, after the two shots I'm already feeling like the room is spinning.

The room gets quiet when one of the girls dares Becky to give one of the guys of her choosing a boob job for a full minute.

Becky looks to James, who shrugs. So she stands up and then paces around the circle, looking into each of their faces. Some of them obviously want to be chosen, but she doesn't go for any of them. Instead, she kneels in front of Evan, who'd been determinedly not looking at her.

The girl that's sitting next to me leans over and whispers, "They dated for a year, broke up, and neither of them are over each other."

It all made sense now. I nod, my mouth dry as I watch Becky pull off her bra and toss it towards her seat. I feel odd seeing her bare breasts come into view, the soft pink of her nipples becoming darker as they tighten in the cool air.

"You can do it." Becky says softly to Evan, who did as she indicated and undid his jeans. When he pulled them down, his dick popped out, jutting out stiffly from his body.

The girl who issued the dare sets a stopwatch, and as soon as the time starts Becky puts a hand on each boob and works them up and down his erection. The sight is somehow more erotic than I thought it would be. I have to admit that her boobs look amazingly soft around him and that seeing something like this happen right in front of me is more arousing that I thought it would be.

Evan is trying hard to cover up his reaction, but his face is completely slack and he keeps letting out strained exhales.

When the stopwatch rings, Becky leans down to give his tip a quick kiss. He almost buckles in place, but Becky's already smiling and walking back to her seat, leaving him to sit down and try his best to cover himself back up.

From then on, the dares veer into completely unfamiliar territory. No one even chooses truth anymore. The more dares I watch, the more my mouth becomes dry--and the more I feel wet between the legs.

I see just about everything short of actual sex happen. There are blowjobs and boobjobs every other round, and the equivalent for the boys. At one point I watch Davis lick one of the girls until her face gets red and it looks like she's almost about to cum.

It feels like a fever dream, watching all of this. Maybe it's the alcohol that helps me feel that way, or maybe it's the fact that most everyone is happy to leave me out of these dares.

But that changes when a girl named Jenn is going. She looks around the circle, tapping her finger to her chin. "Who hasn't gone in a while?"

There's a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I do my best to hide behind Becky.

"Lauren!" She says brightly, like she's delighted to get a chance to include me. Like I want to be included at all. I swallow, feeling trapped. She thinks for a while, and then without even asking me truth or dare, she gives her dare. The thing is, when she speaks she makes it sound like she's doing me a favor, like this is something that's definitely not bad at all. "I dare you to sit on any of the guys for the next three rounds."

Maybe she notices my face, because she quickly adds, "You don't have to like, bounce or anything! And you can choose whoever you want."

I look across the circle, see my options. Before I realize that this is absolutely insane. I open my mouth to say something, but then James catches my eye. He's not being super obvious, but there's a glint in his eye, like he's inviting me to choose him.

I close my mouth, distracted when out of the corner of my eye, Davis sniffs. Without making it too obvious, I sneak a glance at him. He gives an imperceptible shake of his head, like he's warning me away from choosing James.

Honestly, that makes me want to say James out of spite.

"Who will it be?" Ruby sings.

I look at James. Open my mouth. And for some reason, I say, "Davis."

I feel just as surprised as he does, but there's also a hint of disgust on both of our faces. He's just as unhappy about my choice as I am, but I feel like I have no choice but to walk across the circle. The ground shifts underneath me as I walk, but I do my best to keep steady.

There's no way to stop the game.

Davis begins to undo his jeans, and his erection pops out. I look down at it. It looks bigger than a lot of the other guys' dicks did. I can't believe that I really chose a big one to lose my virginity to, much less a big one that belongs to my brother.

The alcohol has dulled my senses enough, because as soon as I think that, I stumble on absolutely nothing and pitch forward. I hear gasps behind me, but somehow Davis has stood to catch me.

"Are you okay?" He asks with a furrowed brow. Somewhat pettily, I pull my hand out from his.

"Yeah," I mumble. "Let's just..."

I wait for him to sit down before I straddle him, almost just as Becky had done to Evan earlier. I've never been more glad that I'm wearing a skirt, because otherwise I'd have to have taken my pants off. And, watching everything has made me pretty wet, so there's enough lubrication.

Shit.

It really hits me, then, that I'm about to impale myself on my brother, in front of all of these people that I've only just met today. I've heard that losing your virginity is supposed to hurt a lot, and the thought makes me nervous. But still, I pull my soaked underwear to the side and then lower myself until his dick is resting against my entrance. It's warm and slick and soft, and I nearly let out a terrified moan.

But there's no time like the present, and so I force myself to start pressing down. I can feel it straining my entrance, like it wants to enter me but it can't. When it finally pops in, I have to suppress the whimper in my throat as I collapse onto him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

Davis puts one hand on my hip, the other on the small of my back, and he helps support me as I slide down his length. I grit my teeth, holding onto him for dear life, as my brother touches parts of me that have never been touched before. I nearly jump as his cock twitches inside me, like it's excited to be where it is.

It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would, but still, it's not very pleasurable. In fact, it feels uncomfortable where his cock presses into my passage so deeply.

I think he can tell I'm not okay, because he takes a deep breath, still holding me.

"Uh, I think she's a little too drunk. I'll just go next."

And so the game continues, with him buried in my heat, me clutching onto his broad shoulders, and his warm hands on my back. At some point, I start to acclimate to having something so big and unyielding inside me, and I feel like I can breathe again.

"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, so quietly that only I can hear it. I wonder what he's apologizing for, but then I feel him shift underneath me.

When I make a sound, he freezes. After a few stunned seconds, he finishes rearranging his legs slowly.

I just full on moaned into my brother's ear.

Because, when he shifted, his cock moved inside me and pressed against something. The scary part was that it felt really, really, good.

It seems that Jenna's dare for me had opened the floodgates, and now sex was on the table.

Because I'm holding onto Davis and have my back to the circle, I can't see it. But I can hear it. Becky and Evan get dared to have sex, one of the boys gets dared to stroke himself until he cums, and then a couple of the girls are dared to make out--funnily enough, no one flags that dare as weak.

Every so often, Davis's cock jerks inside me, and it's a reminder of how our relationship has been irreparably changed. Not only that, but the more time passes, the more the sensation between my legs is changing. At first, it was mostly discomfort. But now, it's starting to be something else. I want the cock inside me to move.

I'm glad that my hair hides my face as I whisper into his ear.

"Davis."

His body stiffens slightly, his hand on my back tightening.

"I can't be here anymore."

I have no idea what he thinks I mean. Hell, I'm not even sure what I mean. The buzz of alcohol in my brain has mixed with this new sensation of something hard inside my pussy, and being surrounded by our peers having sex only makes me feel more crazy.

All I know is that I can't be here.

Again, I have to stuff my whimper down when Davis moves, but my arms tighten around him. This time, he's leaning to the left, and I can feel his erection shift and throb inside me as he whispers. "James, are there rooms upstairs? I think this girl just passed out."

"Yeah," I hear James say. "You wanna keep playing? I can take her."

"No." Davis says hurriedly, lifting me with ease. "You stay, man. I'll just make sure she's not going to die, or anything."

"Suit yourself." James says, but I can tell there's a hint of disappointment in his voice.

For some reason, Davis doesn't lift me off and carry me in another way. Instead, he easily carries me while we're still connected. Each step is excruciatingly pleasurable, and I hope no one is watching my toes curl as Davis walks down the hall.

I can't tell for how long I'm supposed to pretend like I'm asleep, so I keep my eyes closed and grip onto Davis, even as he walks up the stairs.

The new pattern of movement is enough to make me break, though, as I pant directly into his ear.

"Fuck, Lauren." He says. "Shut up."

It only makes me breathe harder, a whimper leaving my mouth. Each step makes it so that I'm getting fucked, his dick moving in and out of me as he walks.

"Davis." I say urgently, my fingers digging into his back.

He opens a door, and before I know it he's gently laying me down on the bed.

"Davis." I repeat myself, and lock my legs around his waist before he can pull away. It makes him slide all the way back into me, which makes a moan leave my mouth.

"Lauren, what the fuck?" I finally open my eyes to see him on top of me with a strained expression on his face. The only light is coming from the doorway, so staring at his dark silhouette really emphasizes his muscles.

"You feel good." I moan. I discover that if I angle my hips back and forth it feels nice, and so without thinking about it that's what I'm doing.

He puts his hands on my hips, pressing down so I can't do as I want anymore. "Are you really fucking yourself with my dick right now?"

"I need it." I whisper. I know I sound pathetic, but I'm past the point of caring.

"Jesus, Lauren. Why did you drink so much?"

"It's not the drink." I try to say, but it comes out funny. I try again. "It's not the dink. Fuck."

When did I get so drunk?

"Yeah. It's not. Only you can't even walk straight. Why do you think I carried you up the stairs, idiot?"

Even while I'm drunk, I can tell that he's not really angry. He sounds kind of worried, actually, and there's a part of me that finds it endearing.

But still, drunk me is something else.

"Davis, your hands." I mumble. "Isn't that like, how people do it?"

He immediately lets go of my hips and forces my legs apart so he can remove himself from me. It pops out of me and I'm disappointed by the absence. "Jesus, I don't even know why I was still inside you."

I sit up with a frown. The world spins from the force of my trajectory.

"What?" He says, and he's starting to sound exasperated. When I struggle to my feet, he steadies me. "For fuck's sake, Lauren, chill out."

"Shh." I say, taking slow and crooked steps to the door. I close it, plunging the room in darkness.

"Lauren--"

But I don't let him finish, because I'm putting my lips on his.

I can't speak to how good of a kisser I am sober, let alone drunk. But feeling his lips slide against mine does something to me, makes goosebumps travel up my arms.

At first, Davis tries pushing me away, but when I push him as hard as I can, so he falls backwards onto the bed, he doesn't resist as much. Maybe he's afraid of pushing me hurting me if I fall over, but it's to my advantage as I climb on top of him.

My engorged and slightly sore pussy slides over his cock, and he lets out a groan.

"Davis," I whisper sloppily. "It felt good. Dad said we're family now. You should make me feel good."

In my alcohol-addled brain, it makes so much sense. He's my brother, and family cares for each other. There's no reason why he shouldn't do this for me. It's just family caring for family.

It's why, when I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, I lower myself down. This time, he enters me much more easily. I let out a loud moan as my pussy travels down his length, his hardness massaging some part deep within me.

"Lauren," he says again, but this time my name sounds weaker.

"Just..." I have no idea what I want to say, but my mind is already elsewhere. I'm moving on top of him, gyrating my hips back and forth.

It's like there was an itch that I had all my life but didn't realize it. I didn't know about this wonderful sensation, how it feels to have a cock sliding into you, scratching that part of you that couldn't otherwise be reached.

My brother's cock feels wonderful.

I'm moving frantically, repeatedly impaling myself as Davis lays still underneath me.

"Fuck, Lauren."

He gives in.

I let out a squeal as he spins us around. I think it's my drunkenness that prevents me from understanding what just happened, because suddenly my back is on the bed and I'm pinned underneath him as he fucks me.

I'm making desperate guttural sounds, my fingers scrabbling at his back from the feeling of being stuffed full of dick. It's enough to drive me crazy as he hammers into me, the end of his cock punching against something that feels absolutely delightful.

On top of me, Davis's jaw is tight and there's a bead of sweat at his temples. He's looking down at me with fire in his eyes, and I can only look back up at him with a mix of desperation and gratefulness, that he's finally giving me what I want.

And then I'm closing my eyes, because what's happening between my legs is almost too much to bear.

But then there's a hand that squishes my cheeks together.

"Keep them open." Davis says between thrusts. "I want to see your pretty eyes while I fuck you."

My hips twist underneath his, desire flaring up from his words. What he said wasn't even that dirty, but it makes me completely melt. I'm like putty in his hands, taking his rough thrusts, while staring him in the eyes.

Deep down, where the alcohol hasn't touched me, I know that this is wrong. We have the same father, yet we're here having sex. I shouldn't have my legs open for my brother, being split open by his magnificent cock.

But there's a little voice in the back of my mind that reminds me that we didn't even walk into this party as siblings. And after this, there's little chance we'll ever be siblings again.

"Come to my room, fuck me every night." I cry out loud, and as soon as he hears it his expression changes. Like it turns him on.

"We shouldn't be doing this." He grunts.

"I don't care." I say, and then pull him completely on top of me. Our lips meet again, and this time he's kissing me back, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths and lips sliding together.

He breaks away from my mouth, gasping. "I'm going to--"

With what seems like a great amount of effort, he pulls out of me and strokes himself over me.

Cum shoots out in long white strings, all the way up my neck and all over my bra. I didn't know that it was so powerful, nor did I know that it would happen multiple times. The few spurts he shoots on me rapidly cool, though I'm still feeling hot between the legs.

Davis is making great gasps, looking at how I'm staring at him helplessly.

He stands up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Lauren, this is bad."

"Davis," I frown.

"No, like--what the fuck did we just do?"

I have no interest in whatever he's stressed about, because as far as I'm concerned I didn't get to finish. Despite his obvious distress, when I move to sit up he offers me a hand. I stand and reach for his hair, wrapping my fingers in his dark curls.

He protests when I pull his head to my pussy.

I was a little jealous after watching him lick that girl earlier, and I wanted to try it.

It's better than I imagined, the heat from his mouth, his lips and tongue working against my clit and stimulating me perfectly. The best part is that as soon as his mouth touches my pussy he immediately gets into it, lapping at me like a dog. His tongue almost tickles on my lips down there, but it feels great. Directly on my clit yields so much sensation that I don't know what to do with.

And at one point, he starts to fuck me with his tongue. Rather than the sensation, the fact that Davis is putting so much effort into literally pushing his tongue into me makes my stomach twist. He's making just as many sounds as I am, groaning with his mouth plastered to my pussy like it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for me.

My hands tighten in his hair as he continues to lick me, and it's when he sucks directly on my nub that my mind goes white.

A long, drawn out moan leaves my numb lips, the sound pushed out of my body as all my muscles tense up. My core is so tight that I'm shaking, riding out the waves of pleasure that start at my center and course through me. It's only when my climax is finishing that I realize how hard I'm yanking on his hair, grinding against his mouth.

But he doesn't complain and if anything, I think that he might even like it.

As soon as I cum, his tongue starts to feel like too much, so I weakly push against him.

"I'm done," I gasp, and he looks up at me with confusion. "Too much."

"Oh." He says, like he's disappointed I can't take anymore. But then he lays down on the bed right next to me, throwing his arm over me as I breathe heavily.

"I didn't know," I say into his arm. "That was possible."

"Yeah?" He turns to face me, and even though I can barely make out his face in the dark I can tell he's laughing at me. Somehow, he looks cuter than he did on the drive over.

"Now I might have something to talk about for the next set of games." My words still slur together, but I think maybe my orgasm sobered me up just a bit.

"Are you kidding me? Everyone knows the stupid adult games are the worst."

"What?"

He's quiet for a second. "I probably should've warned you. I never really join for this stuff."

Even though I'm embarrassed at the implication that he only joined for my sake, it oddly warms my heart that he cared that much. And then I think of what actually led to me sitting on him.

"Why didn't you want me to choose James?"

He sighs.

"I didn't think James would get his hooks into you so soon. He has a bit of a reputation for like, stealthing girls and doing things that make them uncomfortable. And last I heard, he had some STD he was passing around."

"Oh, ew." I wrinkle my nose, even though Davis can't see it. "I guess I'm glad that I chose..."

I trail off. Because after getting fucked and cumming all over his face, I'm finally confronted with what I just chose to do. Well, what we just chose to do. The alcohol still keeps my head fuzzy, mind you, but now I'm thinking of how what's going to happen when we go back home.

"We're not even stepsiblings," Davis says, but he doesn't sound mad. "Then we could like, pretend that it's just a bit or something."

"I don't even feel like we're siblings." I admit, moving closer and putting my head against his shoulder.

"Me neither."

It's quiet for a while, and eventually my breathing evens out.

"I don't regret it." I offer at last.

"... Me neither."

I look back up towards the ceiling, letting a smile linger on my lips.

"Lauren?"

"Yeah?"

"I know people say crazy stuff in the heat of the moment, but what you said about fucking you every night..."

He stops and my stomach clenches.

"I'm actually feeling pretty ready to go home," I whisper, and I'm not sure if it's more a plea to leave this party or an answer to his question. Either way, he sits up.

"I might have not thought the whole coming-together-and-pretending-we-don't-know-each-other thing through." He admits.

"Now it's just going to look like we're going to leave and fuck." I joke, but halfway through my tone changes, because he's giving me a look.

"We'll see." He says seriously.

"Yeah." I say. "We'll see."