(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and, as such, does not reflect any actual events. Character resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed engaging in any sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. If depictions of any form of non- or semi-consensual sex offends or bothers you in any way, perhaps consider that the phrase "Reader Discretion Advised" may apply to you. The author does not condone any of his demented fantasies being played out in reality unless all parties involved are of legal age, sound mind and fully agreeable to the scenario beforehand. Please, remember it's just a story and try to not take it too seriously. Relax and enjoy the ride!)
Summer With Sister
Pelting rain cascaded in drenching sheets across the window of our hotel room high above the shadow-cloaked city my family had chosen as our home-away-from-home for summer vacation. My parents were in the room next door settling in for an early night of sleep after our long drive, and my sister and I were grousing at the weather and wondering what to do with our spoiled evening. It looked like it was going to be the worst first day of vacation ever. Even my wildest fantasies could not prepare me for the crazy adventure I was about to embark upon.
"Just my luck," my sister, Kate, said, letting the curtain fall back over the black night outside, "we go on vacation just in time to enjoy the worst storm in years! Like, what the fuck, Jack? Why couldn't it have rained last week when we weren't here?"
"Yeah. It really sucks," I grimaced in agreement, brushing my short, sandy brown hair back from my forehead. "We can't even get a real wifi connection right now, thanks to this stupid rain. Shit must have knocked out some wires somewhere."
Kate flopped down on the bed beside me, folding her hands docilely in her lap. Her normally coffee-brown eyes looked nearly as black as the storm clouds swirling outside. "Well, big brother, we need a plan. I don't want to just sit here bitching, and I'm sure not ready for bed."
"No internet, can't go any-god-damned-where and the only channels working on tv are the pay-per-view porn," my sister interrupted with a disgusted noise. "I'm not hungry or anything..." I paused and looked at the ceiling for guidance, then shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"No fair!" Kate giggled and gave my arm a sisterly punch. "I asked you first!"
"I don't want to do anything lame and boring like playing cards," I considered, "but some kind of game might be fun."
"Sure, why the fuck not. Not like we have anything else to do," she said, cocking her head to the side, her straight, chocolate hair spilling across her shoulder. "What kind of game do you have in mind, bro?"
I thought for a bit longer, then grinned wickedly as a mischievous idea oozed through my synapses. "My friend, Steve, showed me a game the other day, but I don't know if you can handle it," I said, casting that baiting statement out like a master angler.
She gave me a weird look. "Of course I can handle it, dummy. It's just a game, right?"
"Well, sort of..." I let my voice trail away suggestively, playing my lure expertly. I've always been good at coaxing Kate into getting into trouble with me and doing things just outside of her comfort zone.
"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" She seemed really intrigued now, bouncing on the bed where she sat and grabbing at my arm pleadingly. "Tell me! Come on! Please?"
"No. You've never drank before." I shook my head, letting her think I was taking the offer away. "I'm pretty sure you couldn't handle it. Maybe we should just play charades or something"
"Charades?" She looked irritated. "Are you fucking kidding me? I've drank some before."
"Really? When?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"My birthday last year. Remember I went to Jenny's for that sleepover with her and Brooke?" She looked smug as she revealed her secret. "We broke into her mom's stash of wine coolers and kept daring each other to drink more and stuff. I must have drank, like, five of them. I got pretty wasted before we all passed out all over the floor of her bedroom." Kate stifled a laugh as she remembered, "Jenny got sick in the middle of the night and we found her the next morning curled up around her toilet with puke in her hair! Thank goodness Jenny's mom sleeps with Prince Ambien. Gave us plenty of time to clean everything up and hide the evidence."
"Wine coolers?" I scoffed, forcing back a fantasy about what some tipsy high school girls might get up to at a slumber party. "Wow! So hardcore."
She punched my arm again, less playfully. "Dick! I'm only a year younger than you. It's not like I'm some innocent little kid! The summer before last, me and Brooke and her boyfriend and his brother drank a bunch of beer that day we went camping up at the lake. Brooke's dad said we could have them as long as we weren't being a pain in the ass and went to bed before he did. Bet you didn't know that!"
"No, I didn't," I said, impressed. "I couldn't go with you guys because mom and dad took me to that baseball game, remember? You're still a pretty cool chick, I guess."
"Thank you," she accepted graciously. "You don't have to act like you're so mature just because you're in college now."
"So, you think you can handle some real drinks? Not that lame-ass, girly beer and wine cooler bullshit," I said, getting off the bed and crossing to the mini-fridge. I pulled out one of the bottles I knew mom had put in there earlier and displayed it to Kate. "Vodka. The real stuff. Want to learn how to play quarters? It'll be a good game for you to know when you start college next year. Unwrap a couple of those cups over there and bring them to the table."
"Mom and dad will know we drank that!" She looked scandalized.
"Let me worry about that," I replied calmly. "I'll figure something out later. I've got some money. Just get the cups, please."
She rolled her eyes and got up to obey as I pulled the little table away from the corner and set the bottle on it. I sat down in the chair with my back to the window and gestured for her to sit opposite me. "Give me one cup and keep the other. Usually you play quarters with shot glasses, so these short, wide cups will basically be easy mode for your first time. Now, the basic idea is very simple," I explained, producing a coin from my pocket. "You take this quarter and try to bounce it off the table and into the other guy's cup." I demonstrated the action with a quick downward move of my arm. The coin made a single metallic "ping!" as it hit the table and flew towards her, just clearing the rim and causing the coin to rattle to a stop in the bottom of her cup. "If you make it, your opponent has to drink and you get to take another shot. If you miss, you pass the coin. Easy, right?"
She fished the coin out and judged the distance between her hand and my cup. With a sudden motion, the coin flicked off the table and landed inside her target. "Yeah. Easy." She smiled at me, "does that mean you drink?"
I nodded and poured a small measure of liquid after turning the coin out into my palm. "Sure. Why not? We can let that count." The alcohol was a trickle of fire down my throat and I exhaled sharply before setting my cup back in place. "Go again," I wheezed, sliding the coin back across to her.
She smirked and took another toss, but her shot missed wide and bounced to the floor. "Damn," she pouted cutely. "Your turn."
I lined up my shot carefully, then bounced the coin into her cup. "Yes!" I held the bottle of vodka out to pour her drink and watched with amusement as she swallowed the whole mouthful and nearly choked in a spluttering fit of coughing.
"Oh my god! That's awful," she exclaimed after she could catch her breath. "Why do people drink that stuff?"
"Aww, don't be a pussy!" I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a challenging look, "I thought you said you could handle it."
"Shut up! I can totally handle it," she shot back. "It's only vodka. It just tastes nasty."
"I know," I leaned towards her conspiratorially, "but it's pretty cool drinking with mom and dad in the other room, isn't it? They would kill us if they knew."
"They'd kill you," she grinned broadly. "I'm daddy's little angel and I'll just tell them that you made me drink it. I didn't really want to. It was all your idea."
I gave her a purse-lipped nod. "I see how it is. Rat me out to save your own hide?"
"You better believe it," she winked and blew me a kiss.
"Bitch." I quickly bounced the coin into her cup. "Just for that, you have to drink."
"You asshole!" She retrieved the quarter and held her cup out for another pour. "I'm going to make you pay for this."
"Only if I miss," I told her smugly, tipping out more of the clear fluid. I set the bottle down and took the coin back, waiting for her to empty her cup.
"Shit! This stuff is so foul." She took a deep breath and pinched her nose, then tossed the liquid into her mouth and swallowed quickly. "And it burns going down," she coughed out, trying to catch her breath again. "The wine coolers tasted so much better."
"You'll get used to it," I winked at her.
"You're such a bad influence on me," she said with a wry smile and put her cup back on the table. I had the coin flying across into her cup almost before she had taken her hand from it. "Hey! No fair! You're too good at this." She frowned as I picked up the bottle and wiggled it at her. "You need some kind of handicap to make things even."
I poured her another drink, then leaned back in my chair and stroked at the thin beard I'd been trying to coax into growing on my chin. "Hmmmm. I'll give you a choice, dear sister. Either I have to pass it after making five shots in a row, or you get to give me double drinks when you make it. Which one you want?"
"How about both?" She arched her eyebrow at me as she put her cup back down. Her normally pale cheeks were getting very pink and flushed as the vodka flowed through her system.
