"Hey, Shannon and her roommate are coming down this weekend, and I need a wingman. I want to fuck Amber, and I can't do that with my sister around. You need to keep her busy," Scott told his roommate Jason. The last weekend in April on campus was epic, known across the country for its party weekend.
"Maybe I want Amber, and you can have Shannon. You guys are twins, so you can go fuck yourself," Jason replied.
"C'mon, dude, you can fuck her if that helps. I won't stop you this time. She's always liked you anyway and maybe she'll give it up THIS time. "
"Why wouldn't she let me fuck her on graduation night, then? All I got was sticky fingers and blue balls."
Scott hated it when Jason brought up how he caught Jason fingering his twin sister Shannon on their graduation night nearly 4 years before. The fact is, Shannon did like Jason. The dirty little secret was that Jason really liked Shannon, too.
"Okay, stop. I should have let you try to fuck her. Then she would have slammed her legs together and then you would have moved on," Scott said. Maybe he knew a little more than Jason thought he did. Maybe it wasn't such a secret.
"If I fuck her in the ass, can I have a crack at yours, too, to compare? You are twins, y'know."
"Shut up you sick fucker. Just keep her busy. If you magically score, just keep it down. If I sleep with Amber, I will owe you", he said.
Roommates in college and best friends since Kindergarten, they always talked to each other this way. If the roles were reversed, Scott would do whatever to help Jason score. And if Jason did nail his sister...who knows? He could do a lot worse for a brother-in-law.
When Friday rolled around, Scott noticed Jason's room was picked up and neat. He had also shaved and looked presentable. He seemed to be real excited, but tried not to look desperate.
When the women showed up, they talked about plans, where they would go out and drink, and had an air mattress and blankets out. Both guys hoped it would not be necessary to set up the air mattress though.
"Alpha Delta Lambda is having a big kegger, but Fuzzy's is having a band. $10 cover, but the band is good," Jason said.
"Whatever," Shannon said. "Where's the best place to find guys?"
"Right here", Scott replied. Amber giggled, and Shannon rolled her eyes.
"Let's go to the kegger, and then we can see the band later. A few other parties have bands, too, just none as good as Strung Up. Their guitarists are excellent," Jason offered.
"Shall we?" Scott said as Amber took his offered arm. Jason then looked at Shannon and offered his hand, but she quickly looked away, pretending not to see it.
Jason thought to himself, "Great. Cockblocked. That fucker owes me."
They made it into the kegger. It was crowded, hot, and even though the beer was free, it was Milwaukee's Best. There were supposed to be laws against false advertising, yet The Beast had never had to change its name.
Scott and Amber disappeared, leaving Jason and Shannon alone, surrounded by 200 people. Jason got them each a beer, and they stayed off to the side, just observing drunk dancers while choking down crappy beer. It didn't take long before fish started biting.
"Hey, baby. I see the stars in your eyes and me in your pants..." some drunk guy said.
"Wow, really? I see you in my pants, too," Shannon replied.
"Really?!" Drunk Guy seemed surprised that worked.
"Yeah, every time I shit them! Beat it, Asshole!" She said, crushing his dreams.
He turned to Jason, "Maybe you should tell that bitch to be polite."
Jason replied in a low tone, leaning into the drunk's personal space, "Maybe you should be a little more polite yourself. Next time, she may kick you in the balls. Yes, her aim is THAT good."
About two more bad pickup lines and they decided to check out the band.
"Do we need to tell Scott and Amber?" Shannon asked. She was torn between the safety of her brother as a chaperone, and the freedom of him not being there. And remembering the excitement of graduation 4 years before.
"Honestly, he wants me to keep you away from the two of them. If he has his way..."
"You will be the wingman, allowing him to defile my roommate. And what do you get out of the deal?" she asked.
"He said something about fucking him in the ass," Jason joked.
"You guys are so sick. And juvenile." But she laughed. "Maybe we can find something better. So, where is that band playing?"
They played it wrong. The bar was packed and sold out. They should have gone to the bar first. Or maybe, this would work out to their benefit...
They walked around for a little bit, but not stopping at any other parties. They held hands, and late April evenings in the Midwest could be cold, warm, or somewhere in between. It had been 75 degrees at 4pm, now was passing 60 on the downward slide. Jason pulled Shannon closer to him to keep her warm. They talked about nothing, and everything.
"We have beer and other stuff at the apartment. Wanna go back?" Jason asked.
"Sure. If that's what you want. I mean, I hate to have you miss the big party weekend though. It's not fair that you miss the party so my brother can get lucky."
"Who says he's the lucky one," Jason replied. He stopped, turned to face Shannon, and took a deep breath...
And went for it. Neither one was drunk, so they couldn't blame that later. Jason pulled Shannon in, planting a kiss on her. Then he pulled back.
And she pulled him back in. And gave him tongue.
"Take me back. Lock them out so he can't stop us this time. Finish what you started 4 years ago," she told him.