Lindsay was excited. It was almost the end of senior year, and she was feeling good. She had just turned 18, and was now free to do whatever she wanted. So when her parents had to unexpectedly go across country for a few days for an older distant relative's funeral, she felt like the heavens had smiled on her.
They left Thursday morning, and as she sat in class all during the day Thursday, she couldn't wait for school to end. She would have the house to herself. Maybe she would even have a party!
She rushed through school and practically ran home at the end.
"Hello?" She shouted, but the house was empty. Her parents were gone- yes! And her brother was still at school, at practice until 6. She dropped her books on the floor and dialed Kelly, her close friend.
"Hey girl," she squealed, "guess who's got the house to herself! Come over NOW!"
In a few minutes, Kelly was ringing the doorbell. The two gorged themselves on snacks, and watched some R movies her parents would have gotten on her case about. Then Lindsay had a great idea- her parents liquor cabinet!
They drank often enough that they kept it unlocked, and probably wouldn't miss one bottle. The girls grabbed a handle of vodka and took turns drinking straight from the bottle.
The girls sat on the huge couch in the living room, dishing about friends and boys, and scheming about having a party this weekend.
"I'm so jealous," Kelly was saying, "are you going to have Johnny come over for the party?"
"Either tomorrow or Saturday," Lindsay replied, "but I'm thinking about inviting him over for some alone time," she grinned. "I think I'm ready to go all the way."
Kelly gasped. "Yes, you'll finally join the club! I knew it! Johnny's so cute. Do you love him?"
"Well, I don't know, really," Lindsay said, thoughtfully. It was true. "I don't know if he's "the ONE" for me, but I don't want to go to college a virgin. I think it will be better for me to try it now, with him, while I have the chance, and break up with him before the fall."
Kelly giggled, which made Lindsay start to giggle. They were definitely a bit tipsy. Then the front door slammed, which made Lindsay gasp, and nearly made Kelly fall off the couch onto the floor. They hadn't even heard it open.
Lindsay's brother David stepped into the room.
"Oh my god, David," Lindsay stuttered, "I didn't hear you come in... Weren't you supposed to have practice until 6?" He pointed at the clock on the wall in front of her. It was 6:30. "Oh! We must have lost track of the time..." Kelly was giggling again.
"Right..." David said dryly, eyeing the bottle in between them. "Well, I'm gonna hit the shower. The rest of that bottle is mine, Linds."
He trudged down the hall to the bathroom, still sweaty from practice.
"No offense Linds, but your brother is HOT," said Kelly, as soon as David was out of earshot. Lindsay made a face at her.
"Gross," she said, "he's my BROTHER." But even she had to admit David was not bad-looking. Out of all the guys at their school, David was one of the cutest, with a strong jawline and hazel eyes. He was pretty tall now too - when did that happen? Lindsay could remember when growing up, the two of them were similar heights until they hit their teenage years. He had gotten built too, from practice 6 days a week.
"I gotta get home before dinner or my parents will have a heart attack," Kelly was saying, "but I'll ask them about sleeping over tomorrow, and I'll call you tonight." Kelly stood up, grabbed her things, and slammed the front door shut on her way out. Then it was quiet in the house.
Lindsay could hear the spray of the shower, but otherwise, the house seemed so empty. She walked down to the kitchen unsteadily, feeling the alcohol in her system, and made herself a quick snack. Eating made her sleepy, so she went back to the couch to lay down, and maybe even take a nap. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, the shower turned off.
She laid there with her eyes closed and listened to the familiar sounds of David walking down the hall to his room, closing the door, and opening his dresser drawers. He came back out to the living room and she cracked one eye open at him.
He was wearing just boxer shorts and a white t-shirt, and carrying the bottle of vodka. "Scootch over, drunky" he said, tapping her leg, and took a swig of vodka. She shifted slightly and he sat down next to her, grabbed the remote, and started channel-surfing.
"How was your day?" he asked, eyes still on the screen. "Seems like you and Kelly had fun."
"It was good," she mumbled happily, "how was practice?"
"Meh," he said. "Good, I guess, but I get sick of the guys sometimes."
"Why?" she asked,
"Ah nevermind," he replied, and drank from the bottle. He flipped through a few channels before settling on a basketball game, tossing the remote onto the couch.
Lindsay grabbed the remote and started switching channels again.
"Hey!" David protested, "I was watching that, switch it back!"
"Make me," Lindsay teased, and held the remote out of his reach. As quick as a flash, he reached over her and snatched it out of her hand, pinning her down under his body weight. She held on to the remote tight.
"So you wanna do this the hard way, huh Linds? He held her down, pushing her deeper into the couch and making her squeal. She wiggled, trying to escape his grip, but he was a lot stronger than her. "Davey, let me up!" she yelped, pushing against him and still trying to worm her way out from under him.
But all the wiggling around and rubbing against him wasn't having the effect Lindsay intended. In fact, she now felt his cock stiffening, pushing up against her thigh through his boxers. "David, what the fuck?" she yelled, surprised. "Let me up!" She tried to push him off again, but he still didn't budge. Instead he pushed her down into the couch hard, and rubbed against her, pushing his barely-covered cock up her leg.