th My Cousin And

ia's

the horror movie, the creepy soundtrack fading into

h nobody. Every little creak in the house made me jump, my imagin

lia, get

to my chin. But the fear wouldn't bu

tract me so I grabbed my

mindless distraction to flood my bra

rming as I clicked on a video with a guy wit

lothes came off, bodies pressing toge

of my mind. I shifted on the bed, my tight shorts riding u

that's

t before I could really get into it, the room plunged into

e laptop screen casting e

he hall. I'd called the electrician

ck, every horror trope I'd ju

ne for light, I threw on a hoodie over my bra and my shorts- the ones with t

the porn, but I didn't care. I needed out. Aunt Rebecca's

e dark as I locked up and hurried down the street, the coo

from foot to foot. The porch light was on at least

his well-defined abs catching the light lik

my legs, a sharp reminder that the por

een pretty close throwing up, but after he left

ke this? It h

ali

s face as he stepped back to let me in,

ou doing he

trying to play it cool despi

Faulty switch, and I... I didn't wan

ntended, my eyes flicking down to

The living room was dim, lit only by the TV screen where

nd easy smile, Michael with that sharp jawline and intense eyes. They both look

, dropping my bag by the door a

a soda from the coffee ta

Just us guys hanging out." He gestured to h

m the couch, his eyes c

n the party, movi

his beer, but I caught the quick once-

g through my hoodie, but the alternat

, why

sion in my shoulders. The movie dragged on with explosions and chases, but my

ittle thrill through me, mixing wi

etched, his muscles flexing in a

hing to liven it up? Spin the

grinned, setting hi

re not kid

an empty beer bottle from the table a

on or dares whoever it lands

scooting forward

t charged, especially with them looking at me

e. But go

V now off, leaving the room even darker, jus

hug a beer, and Tristan answered a question about his wo

bbled before landing on Damien. I asked something

oo wild, just silly stuff like singing a line from a song

oosening my limbs, making t

ady? Great

erves, made Tristan's glances f

strong spin. It slowed, teetering... and pointed right at me. His e

mply, his voice lo

e alcohol buzzi

oodie for the re

hed to m

Did I just

d, fingers fumbling with the zipper, forgetting in

cool air hitting my bare skin, raisin

ops of my breasts spilling out just shy of my nipples. The shorts clung tight, the

d, his beer pausing

, Tha

low whistle, shi

irl. Bol

e curve of my hips, the writing on my shorts peeking ou

good. G

e thrill of their shock mixed with the tipsiness, made me b

unspoken. My next spin landed on Michael, and I dared him to

owing to point at me again. Luck or not, my puls

n Damien. Twe

ter bubbling up nervo

p his hands innocently, though his eyes

ker of something, jealousy? Interest? The shots burned in my stoma

red, standing o

slow, thumping R&B filling the room,

His hands stayed at his sides, respectful but his breath quickened as I sta

sweatpants sent sparks up my thighs, r

I thought, grindin

it more than enjoying. His eyes flicked away some

ant this? God,

ad pulled out cards, starting some side game, th

defiance and heat in me. If he's watching... I rolled my hips slower, pressing cl

body ached from the awkward dance,

poke against my ass, unmistakable through the fabric. My movement