It was New Years Eve again, the year after I turned 18 and moved out on my own, and we were all up partying for all we were worth, celebrating the incoming year and good fortune late into the night. It was almost two in the morning, though still black out, when we decided to head home- me with my boyfriend, my parents, my older brother (who was twenty-four) and his girlfriend. My mother had to drive us all home in the van as the rest of us were too drunk to get behind the wheel of our own cars. And it was almost like old times again- only when we got home from this latest jaunt we were so tired and out of it from the drinks that we went straight to bed, barely even taking the time to take off our snow dusted coats and our shoes. "Becca, don't forget to set your alarm clock for 10 am," my mother called as she disappeared into her room.
I nodded vaguely, stumbling into my room minutes later, unbelievably giddy and giggling as I pulled my sweater over my head and hopped on one foot as I peeled off my socks and just unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. After I had separated from my boyfriend in the hallway we had made plans for him to sneak into my room again as soon as it was safe so we could have a little fun. While my brother Alex and his new girlfriend were ‘allowed' to share the room next door (and I could hear them get it on for hours every night until I fell asleep- my brothers libido was endless it seemed), me and my boyfriend of almost two years had to have separate rooms. I guess even though I was 19 now my parents weren't ready to accept that their baby girl was grown. Still giggling softly, I licked my lips and slid under the covers in my bra and jeans, wiggling around slightly as I waited for my boyfriend Kyle to show up.
But it seemed like hours without anything and the alcohol induced lethargy and fatigue was really kicking in when I heard the door creak open. Light from the hallway slowly filtered into the pitch black room and I blinked sleepily through heavy lidded eyes, the light almost stinging. Then I saw a tall, lean figure making its way into the room, swinging the door shut, though I could tell the late hour and the all the drinks were really affecting him too, even with the shower (I could see the gleaming wet hair and chest). I sighed, closing my eyes again and snuggled into the covers, a little smile on my lips as I felt the bed dip and two strong arms pull me close with a husky sound, his face burying in my neck. He breathed in my soft, fresh lilac scent and groaned his delight as he kissed my neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.
I shivered, gasping and arching my neck to bare more of it to him. ‘God, he's gotten good at this,' I thought with a moan, eyes squeezing tightly shut. I almost had an orgasm just from that, he was so talented. Then he moved slowly up my neck to my ear and I went completely weak, if I had been standing my legs would've buckled. "Ky—" I was about to cry out when his lips closed over mine, kissing me fiercely as one hand slid up my side to cup a breast, thumb brushing over the nipple. I was so wet then, squirming, hips moving against him, needing his hands, his lips all over me, pushing me over the edge, wordless cries rising up in my throat. I felt him smile against my lips, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he moved lower, mouth closing over my breast. Kyle lowered his head, once again taking one of my breasts in his mouth as he had before, pressing me down into the mattress without barriers, slipping a leg in between mine. The towel he had been wearing around his waist, the one thing between him and nakedness, slipped loose and fell to the floor.
His hands wandered all over my body before going to knead one of my breasts softly, rolling the nipple with his forefinger and thumb, and I moaned and arched my back, pressing myself against him more insistently. Kyle lowered his head, once again taking one of my breasts in his mouth, much as he had before. He laved my nipple a few times, keeping his tongue flat, before moving on to the other breast. I moaned his name, my hand going through his hair as I pulled him closer. He pulled away from my and looking up to meet my eyes with his own, he gave me a wicked smile before lowering his head to trail kisses down to the edge of my jeans. He paused there and began slipping his tongue under the edge, moving from side to side, leaving a wet trail across my waist. Then he pulled away, only to so very slowly pull my pants down making sure that the material scraped gently against my skin.
Once he had gotten the pants off of me, he dropped them to the floor and then locking eyes once more, he trailed a finger up the outside of my panties, pushing in slightly to rub against the wetness he felt there causing me to gasp and buck my hips a little. I gasped from the feel of his fingers hooking under the edge of my panties and pulling them down, leaving me completely naked. He moved up to lay his body over mine, and I sucked in a breath as his hand stroked the inside of my upper thigh, inching its way up. My eyes widened as I felt one finger enter me, followed closely by a second, causing both of us to gasp at the feel. "Yeah, that's it baby, let go," he gasped. And that's when the alarm bells really went off, even in my sleepy, drunken state. That voice didn't belong to Kyle. It belonged to my brother. Which, by the sounds coming from next door, meant Kyle must've been the one with Sara. But then Alex began to pump his fingers in and out of me, starting out slowly and then gaining speed.