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Hey guys, thanks for all the feedback from the last two parts! Sorry, it's been so long, I've had some personal issues. As I've said, this is the first time I've ever written and published anything so this response has been mind-blowing! As always, please do send me feedback by either commenting below or send me private feedback through my profile.
I'd also like to give a special shout-out to NickJBella, who did an amazing job editing this chapter for me!
And now, let's get back into the story...
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The rest of dinner goes by like a blur; I'm still in shock that we're actually going on a cruise around Europe! I'm called back to reality when all the lights in the restaurant are dimmed and a CD chorus of "Happy Birthday to You" is played over the speakers. As our dessert is brought over to the table, both Nick's and my slices of chocolate cake have a candle on top. I'm instantly grateful for the lack of light as my cheeks grow hot with the embarrassment. When we finish dessert, Dad stands up and reaches for his wallet. "What's the rush, Dad? You have anywhere you need to be?" I ask.
"No, I don't, but you know how restaurants always like people to eat, pay and leave quickly so they can clean up for another customer," He responds. As Dad goes up towards the waiter's station to pay, everyone but Nick and I stand and prepare to leave. Exchanging a skeptical glance, we stand and wait for Dad to come back. Once outside, we say goodbye to Uncle Brian and part ways.
The drive home is quiet. I sit in the middle passenger seat in the back with Nick and Sean on either side of me. Nick opens his window and allows the cool air to blow into the car. I lean my head on his shoulder and let the air relax me. I glance over at Sean, whose mobile phone is blowing up. He has the phone tilted away from us, but the reflection can be seen on his window. The reflection shows him screenshotting Snapchat selfies of a naked girl, presumably the so-called 'Mel' from earlier. I know I shouldn't be surprised but seeing Sean looking at a naked girl's photos, especially after what I saw this afternoon, but I'm still taken aback by his boldness to sext while in a full car with his family. I glance down and see the outline of Sean's hard cock going down the leg of his dark jeans. This close, it looks even bigger than it did in the mirror! His cock is thick and is at least 8 inches. The mental images of my brother having sex make my pussy wet and I can feel my nipples begin to harden underneath my bra.
All too soon, we pull into our street and I notice that there are lights on in our house. As we approach the house I begin to hear the muffled sound of loud music coming from inside. "What's going on?" I ask. I look at Nick, wondering if he had actually decided to have a party, but he seems as confused as I.
"It's your birthday party," Dad says.
"It's your twenty-first birthday, guys; you have to have a birthday!" Anthony adds from up next to Dad.
The car stops and we all get out, all but Dad. He leans over towards the seat towards us and says through the open window, "I'm going over to your uncle's but I'll be back later. Have fun, but I don't want it getting out of control or anything, I'm putting my trust in you guys." As he pulls away I feel a pang of disappointment that I probably won't be getting an encore from him tonight. Maybe some from Nick, though.
We walk up the driveway and enter the house. The downstairs is crowded with people and the overhead lights are all turned off.The only light is coming from thousands of fairy lights running along the ceiling. As I walk around the party many of my old friends come up to me to wish me ahappy birthday. A path opens in front of me as a figure flies over from the back door. "Happy birthday, Becks!" screams my best friend, Hannah.
"Hannah? What are you doing here, I thought you were sick!?" I reply.
"I was sick; sick of testing each of these fairy lights to make sure they worked!"
"You did all of this?"
"Yeah, babes, it's your twenty-first; how couldn't you have a killer party?"
We spend the next hour or so dancing in my living room with Nick and loads of our friends. Inside, the house becomes very hot and sweat begins to form on my body. We decide to go for a swim so we head through the house and out into the back garden. The outside is also lit with fairy lights; the speakers are set up and linked to the music system inside. I lift my dress over my head and toss it aside; jumping into the pool in just my bra and panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Nick sneakily watching. The others discard their clothes and join me in the pool.
Nick strips down to his jock and jumps in the pool. I can see that he has a rock solid erection, only held in place by the waistband of his underwear. I swim across to Nick and brush my palm across his package. He groans and thrusts his crotch into my hand. He slips one hand into my panties and I feel his fingers run across my pussy lips. Before he can go any further, I move to swim away from him. As I move, his hand pulls the waistband of my panties and when his hand lets go, my panties slaps against my crotch, making me moan.
The night wears on and soon the crowd begins to slowly diminish. Eventually, it's just Nick and I. "Did you have a good birthday?" I ask.
"It was the best, how about you?"
"Same," I respond, "You want to go upstairs and help me get out of my wet underwear?"
"Oh, definitely!" he answers, a sly grin growing across his face.
We climb out of the pool, collect our clothes and make our way back towards the back door. As we approach the door I see a figure coming towards us. The door slides open and I find myself staring into the ocean green eyes of a disheveled looking guy, his brown, curly hair sticking out at weird angles. He stands at just over 6ft and has a broad, muscular chest. His gray t-shirt and black jeans are molded to his frame to show off his sinewy, athletic body. "Hey, where did everyone go?" he asks with a foreign accent. The way he pronounces his words makes my stomach flutter as if butterflies were materializing inside of me. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" he continues.
"No!" I cry, full aware that Nick and I are standing there in our semitransparent undergarments. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in our house?"