0 comments/ 33137 views/ 1 favorites Fight For It By: Erotic neurotic I grinned at Shane as he poured me another drink. My feet were in Meg's lap, her hands absently moving over my legs. Shane's fingers touched mine when he gave me the drink, and his smile widened when he saw the slight fluttering of my eyelids that I couldn't quite hide. This sexual tension had been building for an hour and a half, ever since I'd come over for 'a few drinks.' It had started with subtle flirting and moved onto this long drawn out anticipation. I'd discussed the threesome idea with Meg before, and each of us knew it was going to happen. Meg and I were shivering every time we touched each other, or he touched us, and had slowly moved into that submissive headspace where we hung on his every movement and word, anticipated his needs.. When he wanted a fresh drink, we would both jump up to get it for him. After what felt like forever, Shane stood, and came around to the back of my chair. He leaned down so that his mouth was against my ear and murmured "You and my wife are going to go into the bedroom now. When I come in, you're both going to be naked, and sitting on the bed. Go." We walked up the hallway, holding hands, stopping once when she pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, her hands roaming my body, my fingers tangled in the incredible mass of her black hair, pulling her mouth against mine. Our thighs were rubbing against each others when we heard Shane laughing from the other end of the hallway: "I can't trust you two for a second. Bedroom. Now. Go." We went. When we were in the bedroom, the lamp dim in the corner, we undressed each other almost chastely... almost. Her fingers brushed my nipple, the palm of my hand cupped her ass for a moment... but we behaved rather well. We sat on the bed with our hands touching... waiting. When he came in, it was as though the room had filled with a static charge. It wasn't so much him, as what he signified. We both straightened and he smiled. He sat in the armchair in the corner and spoke quietly. "Lisa, kiss my wife." I did. My mouth was feeding from hers and she was kissing me back so hard I could barely breathe. His quiet orders were heard and acted on without breaking the kiss, without once losing that focus on each other. "Lisa, finger her cunt." "Meg, fuck yourself with her hand." "Bite her nipples, Lise." "Both of you, pinch you own nipples hard." One after another, these carefully chosen commands, designed to increase our arousal and make us crazy. We were panting, aching, so fucking turned on when we heard "Stop." We broke apart, looking at each other. He stood up and came to the edge of the bed. He put his hands on our faces, cupping our cheeks. His soft voice and warm smile completely belied his words. "I want to see you damned near kill each other. Whichever of you two nasty bitches makes the other come first gets my cock in her throat and her cunt eaten by the other whore." The next hour was a blur of kissing and biting, scratching, fighting, pain and pleasure. We fought to get the other pinned and held, so gone in lust she couldn't fight anymore. At one point I almost won it; I had her on her knees, her head pulled back hard by her hair, kneeling on her calves and reaching around her to finger her cunt and rub her clit... her hips were bucking hard before she threw herself back, pinning my under her, and turning onto her stomach beside me.. Pinning my throat with her arm as her teeth ravaged my nipples. Her thigh was sprawled across both of mine and her long perfect fingers were making me writhe in pleasure, even as I clawed at her back and arms. When I came, it was fucking explosive... trying to hold off for so long will do that. The moment my spasms and writhing subsided, he was there... pulling her off me by her hair, making her kneel on the bed. He had his cock in her throat in three seconds, holding her face against him, thrusting into her mouth as he looked at me, his eyes dark and hot. "You know what your fucking job is, you nasty little animal... eat her cunt like your life depends on it." I was on my back with my hands on her ass before he'd finished speaking, lifting my head so that my mouth was tight and hot against her cunt. Lapping at her clit, sucking on it, before tongue fucking her as deeply as I could, the taste of her strong and musky... her juices on my face and in my mouth, giving her as much pleasure as I knew how... I could hear her moaning around his cock as she ground her cunt onto my mouth. She came before he did... He held her there as she exploded in pleasure until he came into her mouth, then pulled out and told me to lick him clean. I spent the night there... we slept in the same bed. At one point, I woke with him inside me... at another, I was woken by her kissing me as he fucked her. Sometime before morning, he fucked me from behind while grinding my face into her cunt. And that was it. One time, one night, three people and countless orgasms... as far as first threesomes go, it wasn't bad at all. Fight For Me Author's Note: This is the first chapter of hopefully an ongoing romance story. This is my first try at posting a story so I would really appreciate comments and feedback. Thanks everyone! -Deanna Chapter One: Daydreams and Nightmares "Remind me again why I agreed to this" I said to Danny as we made our way down the street. It was Saturday night and we were walking a few blocks to a party hosted by a friend of his. I'm not much of a party person so Danny had to con me into going. And of course I fell for it being the gullible person that I am. My feet were already starting to hurt from the heels I had on and I was starting think they were specifically made for women's torture. I never understand why women wore them anyway. "You agreed because you love me and you didn't want me to go to this party by myself." Danny said smiling smugly at me. My best friend Danny was an expert at making you feel guilty about anything. I've known him since elementary school and I know firsthand on how convincing he can be. Especially when it comes to getting something he wants. In this case, it was going to his friend Jake's party. Apparently, it's some big important party where a lot of important people were going to be. He didn't want to show up without a date so he chose his best friend to go with him. It was also a formal party so we had to dress up which is why I'm wearing these ridiculous shoes. "I still don't understand why you had to take me. You know I hate parties especially formal ones." I said irritated when I tripped for the fifth time tonight. Danny shot me a look but didn't say anything. I didn't mind because I was trying to concentrate on not falling. Did I mention that I hate wearing heels? Danny suddenly stopped walking and grabbed my hand. I turned and looked at him quizzically. "Listen Jamie, the reason I asked you to come with me is because I really need you there. Jake told me that there's going to be a lot of people in the art business at this party and I want to make a good impression. That's why I need my best friend there for moral support." Danny gave me his classic puppy dog pout and I knew I was lost. See what I mean about his skills? Of course I would be there for him; he's had my back more times than I can count. I patted his shoulder reassuringly. "You know I got your back Danny. But you really don't need my help to impress those people. You're a great artist and anyone who sees your work will agree with me." Danny smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Jay, I really appreciate you doing this." He ran his fingers through his brown hair. I don't think I've ever seen him this nervous. It made him look really cute when he was like this. Then, he had to ruin the moment. "Besides, you need to get out more. When's the last time you got laid anyway?" I stared at him in shocked silence for a second before I reached over and pinched him on the arm. I got great satisfaction at the way he yelped and jumped back rubbing his arm. I glared at him before turning to walk down the street again. Danny fell in step beside me and smiled sheepishly at me. As we got closer to the house where the party was being held, I couldn't help think that Danny was right. I did need to get out more. Danny didn't know it, but I hadn't gotten laid since our senior year of high school. I tried to, but I never got to that point with a guy that I wanted to have sex with him. I could never just go to a bar or a club and meet some random guy to have a one night stand. I would date someone that kept my interest for maybe a few weeks, the longest was a few months, but we never made it to the sex part. I always seem to compare them to my first love. The one I gave my heart to, and the one who broke it. I pushed those thoughts away as we walked up the front steps. We could hear the party going on from inside, and people seemed to be still arriving. The outside of the house was made of mostly brick, and it had two stories. It was much more impressive than me and Danny's two bedroom apartment. Danny rang the doorbell and after a few seconds a man opened the door. He was as tall as Danny and looked to be the same age as him too if not older. He had light brown hair that was cut short and sparkling green eyes. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes. "Danny, it's about time you showed up. What took you so long?" said the man who I assumed was Jake. He pulled Danny into a hug and motioned us inside. "Fashionably late you know me." Danny said laughing. "Jake I want you to meet my best friend Jamie, Jamie this is Jake." He said making introductions "So this is the famous Jamie. Danny talks about you a lot." He said smiling as we shook hands. "Oh really, well don't believe a word it's all lies trust me." I said smiling. I had to admit that Jake was pretty cute.. That smile of his was contagious. Jake chuckled, "Don't worry; it was nothing bad I promise." He signaled one of the waiters carrying drinks over. "Do you guys want something to drink?" he asked "No alcohol for Jamie she's underage." Danny said smiling smugly at me. Asshole I thought glumly. He always has to point out that I'm not twenty-one yet. I elbowed him in the ribs then smiled innocently when he glared at me. Yeah, keep it up and see how many bruises you end up with tonight I thought wickedly. As Danny and Jake talked, I took the moment to look around the house. The inside of the house was beautiful. The entire living room was a mixture of gold, white, and black. It had an elegant vibe to it. The kitchen had a bar, and there were waiters carrying drinks and snacks on trays. I could get used to this I thought excitedly. Just then, a blonde haired woman with huge boobs sauntered over to Jake's side. The cocktail dress she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, but I guess that's what she was going for. She shot me a dirty look before smiling up sweetly at Jake. "Who are your friends Jakey?" she asked in that annoying high pitch voice women seem to use when they wanted to sound cute. "Amanda, this is my friend Danny and his date Jamie. Danny and Jamie, this is my girlfriend Amanda." We said our hellos and exchanged pleasantries. Jake gave us the low down on all the big art executives that were here. Amanda's gaze stayed on Danny the whole time. The only time she did look at me was to shoot me an icy glare. I really couldn't care less though. I wasn't here to make friends with the plastic Barbie. "Jakey, I hate to steal you away but you really must meet Mr. Thomas." Amanda said in that irritating voice again. Jake nodded and excused himself taking his bitch girlfriend with him. Danny looked at me and smiled mischievously. I knew that look all too well. It's show time! Over the next few hours Danny and I worked the crowd. It was like performance for us. Danny would play the handsome, intelligent artist, and I would play the charming, witty girlfriend. Everyone took to us right away. We were the life of the party. Danny got to meet a lot of the big shots and was able to talk about his art. I was really proud of him. The night was turning out a lot better than I expected, and I was having an amazing time. I decided to take a break from the festivities, so I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. Danny refused to let me drink any alcohol so I'd been sticking to water all night. While I was waiting in line, I noticed a guy staring at me from across the room. I had seen him earlier glancing at me a few times but I had just ignored it. Something about him looked familiar but I couldn't place him. I shrugged and gave up. I doubted I knew anyone here anyway. After I was done in the bathroom, I was ready to put in one more hour before calling it a night; my feet were killing me. I scanned the crowd trying to catch a glimpse of Danny; I finally spotted him talking to Jake. Just as I was about to head in that direction, someone grabbed my hand and stopped me. I turned to face whoever it was and my heart stopped. It was the guy who had been staring me earlier, but now that I was looking at him up close I knew why he looked familiar. I could never forget those blue eyes. Time seemed to stand still as we looked at each other. Gavin Burkley; I never thought I would see him again. A thousand memories flashed in my mind as I stared into Gavin's crystal blue eyes. I wasn't sure how long we stood there gazing at each other but it felt like an eternity. I don't even think I was breathing. This can't be happening I thought frantically. "Jamie, it's good to see you." He said softly "Gavin..." I couldn't think of anything else to say; I was still in shock. "You look really good..." he cleared his throat nervously before continuing. "So...how have you been?" "Fine..." I was still unable to say much. "I-I need to go." I said wanting to escape "Wait! Jamie, can't you talk to me for a minute?" he pleaded. Something about that statement brought me out of my shock. Out of all the memories that I recalled a second ago, there was one that stuck. It was the one of me having my heart ripped out and thrown away like yesterday's garbage. I remembered all the pain and anguish I felt. I remembered how I tried over and over again to get Gavin to talk to me, and he just ignored me like I was nothing. And now he wants to talk. "No, I don't think so Gavin." I stated flatly as I took a step back from him. I noticed a look of hurt cross his face before he hid it. That only succeeded in making me angry. What right does he have to be hurt? I was the one who was hurt I thought annoyed. "Jamie, please I know-" "No, you don't know Gavin. You don't know anything." I retorted glaring at him. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I need to get out of here I thought frantically. "I need to go." I turned on my heel and made a beeline towards where I last saw Danny. I heard Gavin call my name but I just kept walking. I had to get away from him before I did something I would regret. When I reached Danny, he was talking to a group of people. One look at my face though, and he knew something was wrong. He pulled me aside to see what was up. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." He said clearly concerned. I almost laughed out loud at his choice of words. "I suddenly don't feel well. How about we call it a night?" I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. Danny searched my face for a long moment and then nodded. He turned to Jake. "Jake buddy, we've got to jet. It's past Jay's bedtime." I decided to let that slide. Jake chuckled. "Alright man, I'll see you in class on Monday. Jamie, it was great meeting you." "It was nice meeting you too Jake." I said sincerely. I sighed in relief as we made our way toward the front door. I glanced around the house for any sign of Gavin but I didn't see him. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed about that. The walk back home was a blur. My mind was a jumble of so many thoughts that I was startled when I realized we were back to our apartment already. The first thing I did when we got inside was kick off my heels. I plopped down on the couch in the living room and Danny sat down beside me. We were both quiet for a while. I definitely wasn't ready to tell him about Gavin. I waited for him to ask though because I knew he would. I wasn't disappointed. "You want to tell me the real reason why we had to leave so suddenly?" he asked me. I laid my head on his shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. "Can we talk about it tomorrow? I don't think I'm up for it tonight." I wanted to just say 'No, I don't want to tell you.', but I knew that wouldn't work. He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. "Whenever you're ready..." He said quietly. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was in my bed; Danny must have carried me. I didn't bother getting up to take my dress off. I turned over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I don't get it. Why now, after two years does he have to show up back in my life? What am I going to do? I kept asking myself that over and over again until sleep took me again. I dreamed of blue eyes. Fight for Me The snow was falling heavily as Stephanie walked up the stone path to stand under the cover of the patio in front of the door to her parent's house, a beautiful and modern two-story building. Inside, the festivities of the Blaine family Christmas party could be heard. Stephanie paused for a moment to allow her anxiety to settle. Glancing at the crowded driveway and at the cars on the side of the street, she could expect that everyone would be here as usual. Her aunt and uncle were here, along with her three cousins, who were similar in age. Her other uncle was here, too, alone for the first time Stephanie could remember. Her grandparents on her Dad's side were here. Stephanie heard her younger sister, Daphne, yelling at one of her cousins. She smiled slightly; everything was as it always was- almost A more longing survey of the cars told her that there was one person still missing, and she sighed. Suddenly the door opened and Stephanie was startled by the sudden appearance of Daphne. "Are you going to stand out here in the cold?" she asked beaming at her big sister. "No," Stephanie said smiling warmly. "I suppose not." She giggled as Daphne grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. It was warm and filled with the smells of Christmas. There was a collection of Christmas songs by various artists playing on repeat. Her parents greeted her warmly as they always did. Living in the same area all their lives, her presence there was common place. Stephanie's aunt and uncles, however, hadn't seen her since last year, and smothered her with flattery just like every time. She awkwardly stumbled through greeting her family as she made her way into the living room to take a seat on the couch, Daphne still attached to her. One of her cousins, Damien, strode over to her and pressed a glass into her hand as she sat down. Stephanie regarded him quizzically, to which he responded with a mischievous wink that made her blush. He was handsome- tall with short dark hair and hazel eyes. She and Damien had always got along great, and he always managed to cheer her up if she was feeling down. His brother Kyle was younger and was Daphne's nemesis, which Stephanie always found humorous. Damien had a sister as well, Kelly, who was the same age but couldn't stand Stephanie. Stephanie had never figured out why, but it was easy enough to avoid her most times. If he ever shows up, she'll turn into the life of the party, as usual, Stephanie thought. "Do I even want to know?" Stephanie asked Damien as she eyed the dark liquid inside her glass. "No," he answered raising one brow. "But how else are we going to get through another one of these?" He touched her shoulder and returned to mingling, allowing her to settle in for a moment, Daphne still by her side. "Can I have some?" Daphne chirped. Stephanie gave her a pleading look. "You know you're not supposed to." Daphne hugged her sisters arm. "Please?" she begged dramatically. "Geeze..." Stephanie playfully tried to shake her sister off. The girl was a ball of unrelenting energy. "Take a sip, and not a word of this passes your lips to anyone." "Yay," she answered energetically. Daphne accepted the glass from her sister, looking around to make sure it was safe. She took a gulp and almost threw the glass back her sister in a fit of coughing and gagging, before Stephanie, laughing hysterically, quickly secured it from her and gave her a playful push. "I need water!" And Daphne fled to the kitchen. Eyeing the drink more closely after witnessing that reaction, Stephanie decided she wouldn't test it. She looked around for Damien, hoping that he would not be disappointed that she was going to pass on drinking alcohol that night. Finally alone on the couch, Stephanie sat back and crossed her legs, absently smoothing the wrinkles in her jeans. She hadn't felt much like getting fancied up. Her long blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders unchecked, and she pulled it over to one side as she watched her family carry on. As she was adjusting the top button of her pink long-sleeved shirt, Stephanie noticed Kelly approaching her out of the corner of her eye. She pretended not to notice, but Kelly engaged her anyway. "Well look what the cat dragged in," she said snarkily. "I missed you, cousin, how have you been?" Kelly had clearly made the apposite decision about drinking alcohol. "Oh just fine, Kelly," Stephanie said gritting her teeth. She hated this charade, which they played out every time they saw each other. "And how are you?" she forced herself to ask. "Good," Kelly said as uninterested as a person could possibly be. "Do you know when he is going to be coming?" The question felt like a slap in the face every time. "No," she responded curtly. Her hands were shaking. She looked at the glass of dark liquid again, considering her options. Her anxiety was beginning to come on full force, which always happened when she was forced to deal with Kelly, but she didn't want to start taking her medication so soon in the evening. "Oh my god, okay," Kelly said obviously picking up on Stephanie's dismissiveness. "You don't have to act like such a freak about it." And with a roll of her eyes Kelly walked off. Stephanie exhaled sharply and, without giving herself a chance to reconsider, took a few rapid gulps of the drink Damien had given her. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, praying for the burn to go away and praying harder that she wouldn't immediately vomit on her parent's carpet. Finally she allowed herself to exhale and it felt like she was breathing fire. It was in that moment that she realized just how much she despised Kelly. It irked her that Kelly shared so many physical traits with ; she had the dark hair and hazel eyes, she was tall and had elegant features. What she did not share with her older brother was his charisma, intelligence, or basic appreciation for all the luxuries she enjoyed in her life. "Atta girl," a voice behind her suddenly said, and a hand squeezed her shoulder. She smiled sheepishly and shuddered; it was Damien, and he had noticed her sudden desperation for booze. She placed a hand on his to acknowledge his victory, and then he slipped away again. She watched him as he walked around the couch and approached her Dad, and she wondered what they were talking about. Emboldened by his approval, Stephanie drained the rest of the drink and slapped the glass down on the coffee table. The commotion garnered attention- another heart-fluttering wink from Damien and a concerned, not so impressed look from her father. She looked away, cursing herself. She saw Daphne picking on Kyle and it made her smile. Daphne had inherited their father's darker features. She had the brown hair and hazel eyes that were in stark contrast to Stephanie's blonde hair and green eyes. Having just turned 18 years old two days ago, Daphne was considerably younger than her 22 year old sister. Stephanie smiled at the sound of Daphne's shrill laughter, which was completely at the expense of poor Kyle. Her head was beginning to feel swimmy and her anxiety was still threatening to send her into a panic. Stephanie stood up and realized she was slightly not in control of her faculties. Nobody noticed, however, and she carefully made her way to the front door; she needed some air to clear her mind and calm down. It seemed that her nerves got worse and worse every year. She walked out side and closed the door, muffling the noise of the chaos that was happening inside. Stephanie hugged her shoulders and exhaled, watching her breath in the freezing air and still feeling the fumes of the alcohol in her mouth.She walked down the patio to the other side of the house, trying to put distance between her and anyone who might open the front door to interrupt her brief alone time. The snow was falling hard and she realized that nobody was going to to be leaving tonight. They would all be in town for the next four days, anyway, so it didn't make much of a difference. Stephanie rolled her eyes and decided she was getting in her car and taking off no matter what, anything to avoid having to watch Kelly flaunt around in her sleep clothes the next morning, but she admitted to herself after that thought that it would be a foolish decision to try and drive anywhere in the storm. It was unfortunate, she thought, that her parent's house had more than enough space to accommodate the family sleep over. She stood there lost in thought, ignoring the freezing breeze as it swept its way around her. "You'll catch your death out here." His voice boomed in Stephanie's head and she stopped breathing. Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. The shiver that rippled through her entire body had nothing to do with the temperature outside. Her heart was threatening to pound its way out of her chest as she slowly turned around to face him. "Sebastian," she almost whispered. Stephanie's older brother stood looking at her now, his emerald eyes holding her captive. She swallowed again, pushing her long hair behind her ears as she steeled herself against his gaze. Sebastian was here now. He was oblivious to what that meant to her, as he had always been. As the initial shock subsided, Stephanie hastily began damage control. "Everybody has been waiting for you," she said as casually as she could muster. Sebastian gazed into the snowy night. "The weather is slowing everything down." "Kelly is asking about you," she blurted, and immediately chastised herself. Stephanie saw Sebastian almost every day, it wasn't as though he was returning from a far away land. He was a trainer at the local mixed martial arts academy. He was also next in line to fight for the belt in the local circuit. She was his biggest fan. But more than that, for reasons that she had thus far refused to explore, and frankly didn't quite understand, his presence gave her the butterflies every time, and she hated herself for it. "Not her again," he said taking a step closer and putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Stephanie's heart was in her throat as he drew nearer to her, and there was no small amount of satisfaction for her in his response to Kelly's interest. He smiled at her, his intense green eyes sparkling. "Let's just go get this over with," he said running a hand through his short blonde hair and gesturing toward the front door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stephanie sat on the couch by herself, watching the sad scene play out before her. As soon as her brother had walked in the door Kelly had begun her assault. It was disgusting to watch her cousin relinquish every last shred of self respect at her brother's feet. Stephanie did take a measure of satisfaction in watching the disinterested expression on Sebastian's face, but the fact of the matter still remained that she was commanding all of his attention. At one point he looked at her, shaking his head, and she smiled. Stephanie fought furiously with herself about how Sebastian made her feel and wondered what was wrong with her. "Not him again," a familiar voice said. Damien sat down beside her and she was thankful that he had saved her from her continued self-loathing. Stephanie noticed the irritation in his voice as he made that comment about Sebastian, and it confused her because she knew that the two got along well. "Well, he sure brings out the best in her, I'll give him him that," he continued. He waved his hands dramatically and nearly spilled his drink. "Mister bad ass MMA guy, whoo hoo." Stephanie could tell that he had enjoyed more than his fair share of the alcohol already, and she was willing to let that be his excuse for mocking her brother. But she knew that arguing with him would only make it worse, so she relied on a different method of distraction. "Sometimes, that's what people do," she said gazing at him. "They bring out the best in you." Stephanie let that statement remain as ambiguous as Damien was willing to take it, although she could tell right away by the way he was matching her gaze that she had intrigued him. After several moments of staring into her eyes, thoughts smoldering about her that he could never share with anyone, Damien looked away and laughed. "Well, Stephanie, you sure are something else. I really missed you," he said fighting to stay focused in his inebriated state. He took another long pull on his drink. "Are you going to be okay?" Stephanie asked giggling. She was happy that the dark mood he was in a few minutes ago had changed to one that seemed more content to drink and be merry, and less resolved to taking stabs at Sebastian. "Oh, yeah," he said blowing sharply through his lips. "You know me, doll. I'm a champ in my own right." He winked at her again, but she caught him glancing at Sebastian directly after. He seemed more curious than resentful this time, so Stephanie merely smiled and touched his forearm as Damien stood up and wandered off. Sebastian had gone into the kitchen. Stephanie could tell because every time the two-way door swung open she could hear Kelly talking loudly, pretending to be interested in a conversation with somebody else, anything to continue having a presence around him, as if he really cared. Or did he? Stephanie sighed dejectedly. Kelly was much more beautiful than she was, she thought sadly. Daphne and Kyle came running through the living room and headed up the stairs, laughing and yelling at each other. There was never any telling what those two would be up to next. It was getting late. The adults were beginning to retire for the night. The grandparents had done that a long time ago. Stephanie looked at the front door, decorated to look like it was a big Christmas present. She knew she was stuck here. They all were. Daphne's was the only permanent room remaining other than their parents. There would be guest rooms ready for everyone else. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The party had finally died down. Stephanie, Sebastian and Kelly were the only ones still awake. Daphne and Kyle had fallen asleep in one of the rooms, Kyle on the floor and Daphne in the bed. Stephanie had gently escorted her little sister into her own bed, where she had politely declined Daphne's half-conscious pleas for her to remain there with her. Sebastian had had to help Damien find somewhere to crash. He had definitely consumed way to much alcohol and Stephanie was a little worried about him. She and Kelly were waiting in the living room when Sebastian came back down the stairs. "Is he going to be okay?" Kelly asked dramatically just as Stephanie was about to open her mouth. "Yes, he is fine," he said. Watching her teeter a bit in her 3-inch heels, Sebastian asked, "But are you going to be fine?" He walked over to stand next to his sister. Kelly giggled drunkenly. "Oh, I don't think so," she said placing the back of her hand on her forehead in exaggerated fashion. "I think I'm going to need you to help tuck me in, too." Stephanie's face reddened and she glanced away, incredulous. How dare she say that right in front of her! "I think the couch is probably your best bet," she snapped before she could stop herself. Kelly regarded her cousin with a glazed over look as she swayed on her feet. "You," she slurred pointing an unsteady finger at Stephanie, "are a bitch." She began to slowly make her way to the bottom of the stairs. Looking over her shoulder she added, "And you two are gross." She didn't even make it up the first step before falling down onto the stairs, laughing at herself and trying to push herself back up. Stephanie looked at Sebastian, who shrugged. "Help me out?" he asked. Sighing and shaking her head, Stephanie nodded. They both approached their pathetic cousin while she was still trying to get herself up, cursing and giggling drunkenly to herself. Stephanie's face reddened as she watched Sebastian pull her short black skirt back down for her, which had hiked up over her hips in the tumble. "Okay, let's go," Sebastian said as he hooked his arm under Kelly's and lifted her to her feet. "Steph, grab the shoes." "Yeah, Steph, get my shoes," Kelly spat as she laughed. "Oh, shut up and walk!" Stephanie snapped back, witch only made her belligerent cousin laugh more. They managed to drag Kelly into one of the rooms upstairs. Stephanie threw the shoes onto the floor angrily as she watched her brother help her into bed. She could hardly watch it was making her so flustered. Kelly was actually cooing at him, gushing over him for being her hero. She was practically begging her brother to jump in with her! Stephanie stormed out furiously and headed for her own room, which was thankfully on the other side of the house. She threw the door open and sat on the bed, burying her face in her hands. What was wrong with her? Why was she getting so angry that Sebastian was helping Kelly get into bed? Stephanie jammed her hand into one of her jean pockets and produced an tiny plastic bag with several pills in it. Sebastian appeared at the door just as she was tossing them all into her mouth. As if to add insult to injury, her brother not only tucked in their wretched cousin but was also reminded that his sister was a med-head. "Are you okay?" Sebastian asked. Stephanie must have been looking at him dejectedly and she felt like such a loser. "I will be in about 20 minutes," she answered in reference to the medication. "You shouldn't let her get to you, you know," he said looking at her with soft eyes. "You know how she is." But she's only that way when it comes to you, Stephanie thought. She shook here head vigorously. Why was she thinking that!? "I think I just need to go to sleep," Stephanie said. "I agree. I think I'm going to go home." Stephanie stood up. "But the snow, Sebastian... It's not safe." "Ill be okay." "Please don't go out there in that weather," Stephanie pleaded walking over to her brother. She would worry herself sick if he took his car out in that blizzard. Sebastian was leaning against the door frame, carrying the dark blue sweater he had worn in one hand, and the gray T-shirt he had underneath, tucked into his black slacks, did wonders for his physique. Stephanie bit her bottom lip and tore her eyes away. She always felt like she could just not get close enough to him. His masculine cologne could just faintly be detected and Stephanie resisted the urge to breath him in. "There's nobody in the room next door," Stephanie said meekly as she stood in front of her brother. "Please?" She willed her hand to remain at her side, defying her desire to place it on his hard chest. The look painted on her face was one that she had mastered over years of pretending that everything was normal, one that had not yet so much as hinted to Sebastian that there was an internal battle raging on inside her whenever he was near. To him she was simply his little sister expressing concern for her big brother on a snowy night. In truth, she herself did not even have a name for how she felt even after all this time; the painted look was just as much for own denial as it was to protect her from scrutiny. Sebastian crossed his muscular arms across his chest. "Fine," he said. "For you." "Thank you," Stephanie whispered smiling broadly. The words 'for you' struck a chord deep within her that she couldn't explain. "Get some sleep, Steph," he said. "I'll see you in the morning if you can get your lazy bones out of bed before noon." "Okay," was all she could muster as he gave her one last look with those intense green eyes before turning out of her doorway and heading down the hall. She watched him leave, enthralled with his natural swagger, and remained in her door way until he had closed his own door behind him. Fight for Me She went into her room, slowly closing the door and leaning back against it with a sigh. Stephanie knew that whatever was going on with her was getting worse all the time. In years past it had escalated at a manageable pace, but recently the rate at which it was consuming her was almost impossible to keep up with. She still didn't know what was wrong with her. The medication was doing its job. In her haste Stephanie had taken three times the dose that she usually required. She turned off the light sleepily walked to the bed, where she sat down and kicked her shoes off. Her dexterity was not functioning properly as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor, and she adjusted the straps of her pink double-D bra that had been digging into her shoulders from carrying the weight of her breasts. After unfastening the button of her jeans Stephanie rolled back and slid them out from under her, kicking them off as she rolled back up, leaving her in her matching pink underwear. Stephanie cozy-ed herself up under the covers and closed her eyes. The buzzing of the medication was lulling her to sleep but the nagging of pent up sexual tension would not let her rest so easily. She was too out of it to feel guilty this time, and in a minute she was out of her bra and underwear, feeling sexy and comfortable at being naked under the covers. She tossed her hair back and ran her hands down her face and her neck, squeezing her big breasts between her forearms. Biting the pinky of one hand, Stephanie allowed the other hand the explore its way down her soft body until it found its way between her legs. She rubbed herself gently, slowly, allowing the sensation to build up. In a few minutes her fingers were dripping and she couldn't stand to tease herself any more. She took her big breast in her other hand and began kneading it and squeezing her nipple while she picked up the tempo between her legs, her breath coming in gasps now as she rubbed herself. The thought of Sebastian being in the next room over was sending her over the edge. She imagined what he would think of his little sister if he knew what she was doing to herself. Stephanie pretended he was watching, that he found her to be sexy and irresistible, that being close to her made him feel the same way it did her. She imagined him standing in her doorway again, telling her that he would do anything for his little sister. For you... Stephanie stifled her squeaky moans with a fist full of blanket as she hit the point of no return. Her orgasm shook her body as it built up momentum and she convulsed rhythmically as it hit full force, wrenching her core and lurching her shoulders off the bed with each contraction. She was breathing hard as it blissfully subsided, softly cooing to herself in the after glow and gently sloshing her hand around in the wetness between her legs. Sleep found her quickly. The medication was in full effect and her body was exhausted from her beautiful release of frustration. As her world faded to black Stephanie though one last time of Sebastian in the next room, and how happy she was that he had decided to stay.