The last bottle of cheap vodka on the table was a monument to their terrible decisions. Or maybe, Alison thought, stifling a giggle that bubbled up her throat, it was a monument to their best ones. Her head swam, the room tilting slightly as she leaned against the worn fabric of the couch. Nate, sprawled across the armchair opposite, was humming a song she didn’t recognize, eyes half-closed. Gary, her brother, was perched on the arm of her couch, too close, his arm slung heavily around her shoulders, his breath warm and beery against her ear.
“Another shot, Alie?” Gary’s voice was thick, a low rumble that vibrated through her. He gestured vaguely at the empty bottle.
Alison swatted his hand away playfully, the action clumsy and slow. “No way, man. I’m floatin’. Any more and I’ll be talkin’ to the fishies.” She laughed, a high, breathless sound, then hiccuped. Everything was hilarious, everything was hazy and warm. The air in Gary’s apartment was thick with the scent of stale beer, weed, and something faintly sweet, maybe from the cheap air freshener he’d sprayed hours ago. The bass from the neighbor’s apartment thudded a rhythmic, dull beat against the floor. It was late, ungodly late, and the rest of the party had long since stumbled out. It was just the three of them, lost in the deep end of their own drunken reverie.
Nate chuckled from his armchair, a low, rumbling sound. “Fishies, huh? Sounds like a good time.” He pushed himself up, managing to stand with surprising grace for how much he’d consumed. He swayed a little, like a tree in a gentle breeze, before steadying himself on the back of the couch. “Anyone else hungry? Or… thirsty for something that isn’t poison?”
“I’m good,” Alison slurred, her words running together. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the darkness spin before opening them again. Gary’s face was closer now, his eyes a little too bright, a little too intense for a brother. He was grinning, a boyish, reckless grin that usually meant he was about to do something stupid, or brilliant, or both.
“You’re gonna fall asleep on me, sis,” Gary teased, nudging her side with his elbow. “C’mon, keep up. We’re still partyin’.”
“Partyin’ with who? The ghosts of empty beer cans?” Alison retorted, attempting to sound witty, but her tongue felt thick and heavy. She tried to push him away, a half-hearted shove that only made her lose her balance, tipping precariously towards him. Gary caught her, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her back upright. But his grip lingered, his thumbs brushing the soft skin of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine that wasn’t entirely from the cold.
Nate watched from across the room, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He was always looking at her, Alison noticed, even when he pretended not to. She wondered what he was thinking, what he saw in her, a messy, drunk girl in a too-short skirt and a band t-shirt.
Gary suddenly lunged, an unexpected move that made Alison yelp. “Tickle fight!” he declared, his fingers digging into her ribs, making her squirm and shriek with laughter. She hated tickle fights. They always ended with her breathless and sore, and Gary triumphant.
“No, stop! Gary, asshole!” she gasped, trying to bat his hands away. But his grip was too strong, and her movements too uncoordinated. She wriggled, twisting away from him, trying to push him off the couch. The laughter was a desperate, breathless sound, blurring the lines between genuine amusement and the start of something else.
They tumbled off the couch in a heap, a tangle of limbs and drunken giggles. Alison landed with a soft thud on the rug, Gary half on top of her, his weight pressing her into the floor. He was still laughing, his face flushed, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her skirt had ridden up, Bunching around her waist, her bare thighs exposed.
“Gotcha!” he crowed, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His other hand was still tickling her side, but now it was lower, grazing her hip, the sensitive skin just below the waistband of her panties.
The laughter caught in Alison’s throat, replaced by a sharp gasp. The tickling stopped, but Gary’s hand didn’t move. It stayed there, warm and heavy on her hip, his thumb brushing against the elastic of her underwear. The air suddenly felt electric, thick with something unspoken. The playful glint in Gary’s eyes shifted, deepening into something more intense, more predatory. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her flushed cheeks, then lower, to her slightly parted lips, then to the exposed skin of her thigh.
“Gary…” she breathed, the word a whisper. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Her body, swimming in alcohol, was sending mixed signals – a part of her screamed stop, but another, darker part, a part she barely recognized, was humming with a strange, forbidden anticipation.
His face was so close, she could feel the heat radiating off him. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and his mouth was curved into a half-smile, half-leer. “You always were a squirmy one,” he murmured, his voice rough, deeper than before. His fingers flexed subtly, just enough to brush the damp fabric of her panties.
A low growl rumbled behind them. Nate. He was no longer just watching. He was leaning over them, his own eyes dark and hungry. His hands reached out, pushing Gary’s shoulder just enough for Gary to shift his weight slightly, freeing one of Alison’s pinned wrists. In that same motion, Nate’s other hand landed squarely on Alison’s thigh, just above where Gary’s hand still rested, pushing her skirt up further.
“Looks like you need some help, Alie,” Nate said, his voice a low purr. He knelt beside them, effectively trapping Alison between the two of them. Gary glared at Nate for a split second, a flash of possessiveness in his eyes. But the alcohol coursing through his veins seemed to blur that into shared desire, a silent, primal agreement.
Gary’s hand, finally released from tickling, moved with a sudden, deliberate slowness. It slid from her hip, under the hem of her skirt, and then, with agonizing slowness, slipped under the elastic of her panties. Alison gasped, a raw, surprised sound. Her whole body tensed, then, inexplicably, softened. His fingers found their way, brushing against the wet, delicate folds of her sex, a shock of exquisite sensation that made her hips instinctively twitch.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed. The alcohol had stripped away all inhibitions, all reason, leaving only raw nerve endings and a burning, desperate need.
Nate leaned in, his lips brushing the side of her neck, sending goosebumps scattering across her skin. His fingers, meanwhile, were stroking her inner thigh, inching closer to the warmth Gary was already exploring. “You like that, Alie?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Gary chuckled, a low, guttural sound, his fingers pressing into her, teasing her clit with a feather-light touch. She bucked against his hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “She likes it,” he confirmed, looking at Nate, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across his face.
The room was spinning, or maybe it was just her head. Her body was on fire, a conflagration of shame and pure, unadulterated lust. Nate’s hand finally reached its destination, sliding under her panties, his fingers meeting Gary’s for a fleeting second before finding their own purchase. He didn’t hesitate, his thumb finding her clit, pressing down with a firm, deliberate stroke.
Alison cried out, a strangled sound of pleasure and disbelief. Her hips lifted off the floor, grinding against their hands. The coarse fabric of her panties was suddenly a barrier, an annoyance. Gary, sensing her frustration, hooked his fingers into the waistband and, with a swift, decisive pull, ripped them aside, tearing the delicate lace. They snapped back, stretched taut and useless, exposing her completely.
“That’s better,” Gary grunted, his fingers now free to explore, to delve deeper. He slid a finger into her, then another, pushing past the initial resistance, stretching her. Alison whimpered, her legs parting wider, inviting more.
Nate, not to be outdone, fumbled with the button of his jeans, his movements still slightly clumsy with drink, but his focus sharp. He worked his zipper down, his erection already straining against the fabric, thick and engorged. Gary, still half-lying on top of her, shifted, pulling down his own jeans, his cock springing free, dark and heavy.
“Get your ass up, sis,” Gary commanded, his voice raw with urgency. He pulled her up by her shoulders, twisting her around until she was on all fours, her skirt bunched completely around her waist, her ass bare and glistening, exposed to both of them. Her knees were aching from the hard floor, but the feeling was drowned out by the pulsing heat between her legs, the relentless throb in her clit.
Nate moved in first, his large hand gripping her hip, pulling her back against him. His thick, hot cock brushed against her ass, then her exposed pussy lips, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. She whimpered, arching her back, her ass instinctively pushing out to meet him.
“Mmm, fuck yeah, take that cock deep, sis,” Gary groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. He was now kneeling in front of her, his own hard cock throbbing, salty with precum, bobbing tantalizingly close to her face. Without conscious thought, driven by instinct and a desperate, drunken longing, Alison leaned forward, opening her mouth around him.
“Mmmmpppfff,” she muffled, taking as much of him as she could. His cock was thick, filling her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged softly, a choked sound as the tip of his cock brushed her tonsils, but the sensation, the sheer fullness of him, was intoxicating. She pumped her head, trying to suck him deeper, her cheeks working furiously. The vibrations from her moans made him buck into her face, his hips thrusting forward, pushing her head down.
Behind her, Nate plunged into her, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he found her wet, ready entrance. “Fuck, yes!” His cock was thick, stretching her, filling her completely. Alison cried out, a half-choked sound around Gary’s cock, her pussy clenching around Nate’s thick length as she rode him, driven by a primal need for more. His hands gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her flesh, threatening to leave marks. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his hips snapping up to meet hers with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin quickly filled the small room, a wet, rhythmic thwack-thwack, mingling with their ragged breaths and Alison’s muffled moans.
She pulled off Gary’s cock, a soft, wet pop echoing in the air. A string of glistening saliva connected her lips to the swollen, purple head of his cock. She panted, breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes half-lidded, unfocused. “Fuck, your cock tastes so good,” she breathed, the words slurred and thick with desire. She leaned back in slightly, giving the head of his cock a long, slow lick from base to tip, savoring the salty tang on her tongue. Gary shuddered, a deep tremor running through him, his grip on her hair tightening, a silent command for her to continue.
Nate slapped her ass cheek hard, sending a jolt through her already sensitized body. His voice was a low growl, laced with jealousy and desperate need. “What about my cock, huh? Unngh, fuck. Take it hard, Alison. Take it all.” He started pounding into her, harder, deeper, his thrusts driving her forward, then pulling her back, his body a relentless piston against hers.
Alison twisted her head back, trying to meet his gaze over her shoulder, her voice hoarse and breathless. “It… it feels… so good. Both of you. Ungh, fuck.” With the words barely out, she turned her head back to Gary’s waiting cock, unable to resist. His hard shaft nudged against her chin, a silent invitation, and she opened her mouth wide, taking him back in, her lips closing around him with a soft, hungry slurp. She started sucking again, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat working hard as she tried to take him deeper, wanting every last inch of him. Nate was now full on pounding her cunt hard, her ass cheeks slapping and clapping hard against him.
Gary groaned, his hips bucking forward as Alison’s throat worked hard around his cock. The tight, wet heat was almost too much to bear, but the sight of her, her ass red from Nate’s spanks, her pussy swallowing his brother’s cock, was enough to keep him on the edge.
“Fuck, that’s it, sis,” Nate grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “Take it all.” He slammed into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance. Alison whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts.
The room was a cacophony of wet, ragged sounds, their bodies a tangled mess of sweat and desire. Gary’s fingers tightened in Alison’s hair, his hips thrusting forward in a steady, relentless pace. Her moans grew louder, muffled around his cock, her throat working hard as she tried to take him deeper.
Nate’s breath was hot on her neck, his voice a low growl. “You like that, Alison? You like my cock in your tight little cunt?”
Alison could only whimper in response, her body arching against him, her pussy clenching around his thick length. Gary’s cock twitched in her mouth, a clear sign that he was close. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to draw him in deeper, her throat working furiously.
Nate’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic. His fingers dug into Alison’s hips, his cock swelling inside her. She cried out, a muffled sound around Gary’s cock, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum, Alison,” Nate groaned, his voice strained. “I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum.”
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her body tightening around him. Gary’s cock twitched in her mouth, a clear sign that he was close too. She sucked harder, her throat working furiously as she tried to take him deeper.
Nate slammed into her one last time, his cock swelling inside her. Alison cried out, her body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.
Gary’s cock twitched in her mouth, then swelled, his orgasm hitting him hard. Alison moaned around him, her throat working hard as she tried to swallow every last drop of his spunk. His cum was salty and thick, filling her mouth as he came hard, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Nate pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices and his cum. Alison collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Gary pulled out of her mouth, his cock still hard, still wet with her saliva.
For a moment, they lay there, panting and gasping for breath. Then Gary spoke, his voice hoarse with desire.
“That was fucking amazing, sis.”
Alison smiled, her eyes still half-closed. “Yeah, it was.”
Nate nodded, his breathing starting to return to normal. “We should do this more often.”
Alison chuckled, her voice a soft, throaty sound. “I think we just might.”
As they lay there, spent and sated, the room was filled with the smell of sweat and sex, a lingering reminder of their wild, drunken encounter.