Dated my Friend/Step brother

Chapter 7

“Hey, Sean,” I chirped, as I spotted one of my best friends.

“Hey, girl. Wow, you are looking hot tonight,” he said looking me over, but not in the usual perverted way guys had. Sean and I had been friends for a long time; he had been dating the same girl for the last two years and was completely besotted with her, which was really sweet.

“Thanks. You look good too,” I replied, smiling and looking round for my other friends. “Where’s Kate and Sarah?” I asked with a frown. They never missed these parties, for them it was just an excuse to drool over all the hot guys at school, mostly Leonard and Ethan.

“They’re trying for your brother,” he stated, pointing to the kitchen, and laughing.

I looked where he was pointing, to see Kate and Sarah both giggling uncontrollably at something that Leonard had said. Kate had her hand on his arm, and Sarah was pressed against his side. Leonard looked completely uninterested but he was enjoying the attention, the same as always. He was used to the two of them hanging on his every word, whenever they came to my house they would flirt with him shamelessly, and he would walk around topless, chuckling at their lustful expressions.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Sean. “No Terri tonight?” I asked, scanning the room for her.

Just then someone grabbed me from behind. I let out a little squeal before they spoke and I realised it was Ethan. “You look incredible, but I definitely preferred the towel,” he whispered seductively in my ear. His hot breath tickled down my neck, making me shiver. I could smell the beer on his breath but he never got drunk, Leonard did, but Ethan always seemed to remain the one in control in case things got out of hand.

“Get bent,” I growled, turning to walk away to the kitchen. I still hadn’t even had a drink.

“Hey, Amber, wait for me!” he called, grabbing my hand as I continued to weave through the crowd of people making out and grinding against each other.

When I got to the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of a girl laying across my kitchen counter, and two boys doing shots off of her body. I recognised the girl easily by her red hair and lack of clothing. Jessica.

She let out an excited screech as we walked in. “Ethan! Come on, baby, do a body shot,” she purred seductively.

Ethan gripped my hand tighter and gave me his puppy dog face, asking for help. I just laughed and pushed him towards her. “Go on, Ethan, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased, laughing hysterically at his horrified expression, which quickly turned to a smirk.

He gripped my h*ps and lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs so that our faces were inches apart. “Actually, I do. Lay down for me then, Amber.” He gave me a wicked grin but I knew he was only messing around.

“Ethan James, get your filthy man-w***e hands off of me, now!” I whisper yelled at him, which made him chuckle again. He just shook his head, looking amused, and stepped back; pulling me easily from the counter and setting me back down onto my feet.

I grabbed a cup and poured myself three quarters of a cup of Vodka and added a splash of orange juice, downing a shot of vodka whist I was still pouring.

“Amber, take it easy there, alright?” He frowned at my drink shaking his head worriedly.

“No way. I’m getting wasted tonight, and there is no way I’m tidying up tomorrow.” I patted his chest as I walked back to my friends.

After a couple of hours I was pretty drunk. I didn’t really feel very steady on my feet, but I carried on dancing with my friends anyway. Ethan was chatting to some of his team mates not too far away, and kept glancing at me.

“Seriously, Ethan is checking you out!” Kate squealed in my ear for the fifth time.

“He is not! Don’t be so stupid, Kate, he’s probably just making sure I don’t throw up, he’s tidying up tomorrow.” I finished my drink and dropped my cup on the carpet. Ha, let them clean that in the morning because I’m not! I started laughing hysterically, which made Kate giggle too. “I’m going to get another drink,” I shouted over the music.

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Ethan’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Ethan giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Amber,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Ethan; I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck. He smelled amazing and I wondered what he would taste like if I licked him. Wait, did I just think about licking Ethan like he was a Popsicle or something? I burst out laughing at my own idiocy. Ethan pulled back and gave me a ‘what the heck’ face, which just made it funnier. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking amused, as he pressed his body back to mine. The song wasn’t really a slow song so we were swaying quite fast and half grinding against each other. I loved dancing, and he was really good at it, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.

I could feel him getting aroused but this didn’t bother me. Ethan has been pressing his erections on me since I was twelve and he was fourteen. He wakes up with one every day, and most of the time falls asleep with one too. I just ignore it. It was weird the first time it happened and really freaked me out. He had gone home that morning, so embarrassed that he’d almost cried, he’d spoken to his dad about it and then came back the next night and explained that it was normal for boys to have it happen because he was growing and it was all to do with hormones. I didn’t know whether it was true or not, but I didn’t have any reason to doubt him. It was embarrassing for us both for a month or so, then it was a joke for a while, now we just ignore it completely. He pulled back to look at me and gave me one of his nice smiles and my mouth pulled up into a smile in return. He actually looked really cute when he smiled like that, funny how I’d only just noticed and I’d known him forever.

Leonard came out of nowhere. “Dude, what the f**k? That’s my little sister!” he shouted at Ethan, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him away from me.

“Leonard man, seriously I was just dancing with her, that’s her song!” Ethan cried, looking really annoyed.

“Ethan, you need to stay away from my sister, she’s sixteen for f**k sake. You know what she’s been through. She doesn’t need guys like you chasing her around!” Leonard shouted back, stepping forwards and getting in Ethan’s face. I could tell he was drunk by the slight touch of red to his ears, they were always the giveaway.

“I would never hurt her!” Ethan growled, their chests almost touching.

“I don’t give a s**t! I said stay away!” Leonard shouted.

I just shrugged and left them to it, I don’t need to witness their fight, they’ll be making up in a couple of minutes anyway, they always do. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I walked smack into a guy I didn’t know. He was maybe a little older than me, probably Leonard’s age, he was really cute. He had black hair that was quite shaggy; it flicked across his forehead, and almost covered one of his brown eyes. He smiled and grabbed my waist steadying me as I swayed. I immediately flinched because he was touching me, but not too bad because the drink had numbed some of my brain.

“Well hello,” he purred with his sexy voice.

“Hi.” I smiled; he hadn’t taken his hands from my waist so I took a step back to get some personal space.

“I’m Trent.” He grinned; I noticed that when he smiled he had really cute little dimples.

“Serena,” I replied, not looking away from his face, he really was handsome. I didn’t recognise him from school. “You go to Penn State?” I asked, curious as to why I didn’t know him if he was at the party.

He shook his head and smiled. “No. I’m actually just here to pick up my little sister, but I can’t find her.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s your sister?” I asked frowning; someone has got one hot ass brother I can tell you!

“Jessica Sanders,” he stated. I couldn’t help my body’s natural reaction; I turned my nose up a little, which made him laugh. “Not a big fan, huh?” he asked, still chuckling.

“Oh…. er…. sorry,” I mumbled, looking at him apologetically and blushing like crazy. I can’t believe I just made that face at his sister! What an i***t!

“Don’t worry about it; I know she can be a pain in the ass.”

“So, do you want me to help you find her?” I offered, looking round the kitchen for her. Nope, not in here. I giggled as I remembered that he’d just walked out of that room, so of course she wasn’t there!

“Nah, she’ll turn up. How about we get a drink instead?” he suggested, nodding towards the drinks counter.

“Yeah OK, sure.” I smiled as he grabbed two cups and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

We did a couple of shots of it and I was really trashed now. I leant against him heavily as we chatted and laughed about random stuff that didn’t even really seem to make sense to me. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pressed his body against mine. The familiar panic was starting to rise as my heart increased, he was inching his head forward towards mine. I felt my mouth go dry. Holy crap, he was going to kiss me! Did I want that? What if he puts his hands on me or something? My mind was spinning through the thoughts so fast that I couldn’t even keep up with them all.

I gasped and pulled my head back, banging it on the cupboard behind me, hard enough to make my eyes water. He shook his head, looking at me a little bewildered and then crashed his lips to mine. I whimpered and pushed on his chest, trying to get him off, his hands went to the back of my neck holding me still and I felt him lick along my bottom lip. I clamped my mouth shut and pushed him as hard as I could, but he didn’t budge. I started to freak out; I could literally feel the panic attack taking over as my heartbeat crashed in my ears.

The next thing I know, he was gone. I looked up, puzzled, to see Ethan pinning him against the wall, his arm across the guys throat. He looked so angry that I actually started to feel sorry for the guy, who was now starting to turn a little red from not being able to breathe.

“You don’t f**king touch her! What, you think you can just waltz in here and kiss her even though she plainly didn’t want it?” Ethan growled angrily.

I started to feel sick, literally, stared to feel sick. I jumped off the counter and staggered for my en-suite, where I threw up what felt like several liters of vodka. I groaned and flushed and moved back to sit down when I leant against someone’s legs. I didn’t freak out though, I could smell his aftershave, I knew it was Ethan.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice sympathetic. But I couldn’t answer; I just leant over the toilet and threw up another bottle of vodka. Wow, that’s a waste of money! Ethan, bless him, was rubbing my back in small circles and holding my hair up for me. After a few minutes I felt a lot better. “You want to go to bed?” he asked, looking at me concerned.

I nodded. “Yeah, I just want to brush my teeth.” I struggled to get up off of the bathroom floor, but I was so uncoordinated that it didn’t work out too well. Ethan smiled and bent down, slipping his arms under me and picking me up easily as if I weighed nothing at all. He sat me on the unit next to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and put on the toothpaste for me. I smiled weakly and brushed my teeth, making sure all of the alcohol taste was gone.

“Bed?” he asked, when I was done. I nodded and he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my bedroom. He had pulled back the covers and was just about to put me in when I remembered I was still in my party clothes.

“Wait! I don’t want to go to bed like this,” I mumbled, looking down at my shorts and tank top, I still had my jewellery and shoes on too.