All that we have

Six

November

Skye

"Spread your legs and tip your head back like the slut you are," Ben grins manically from above me holding the bottle of vodka, poised and ready to pour directly into my mouth.

From below me, laying in the kiddy pool that I'm on my knees in, is Jordan. His eyes are full of lust as his strong hands grip my hips and lowers me down onto his dick. I feel him everywhere and let out a loud moan.

My moan however is abruptly cut off as Ben grabs my jaw roughly and tips my head back. "Open up Skye baby,"  he says as pours the vodka down my throat. I can't swallow fast enough at the same time Jordan is making me bounce on his cock and the liquid dribbles out my mouth and down my naked body.

Ben reaches down and licks the spilt vodka from my tits. I arch my back begging him to take more of me at the same time Jordan plunges his hand between my leg and starts playing with my clit.

"Good girl Skye baby," Ben praises me. "Isn't she good everyone, look at her, she loves to open up and take the dick so good." Ben gestures to the crowd of people who weren't there before and raises him arms to initiate the chant. I try to look around at the people but their faces are all blacked out. All I can hear is their voices.

"Skye! Skye! Skye!" The crowd is thumping the floor in a knocking rhythm that matches the way I'm bouncing on Jordan. It's so loud.

"Skye! Open up Skye!" Thump thump thump.

My eyes fly open as I realise that my slutty dream was just that. I'm not having a twisted threesome of sorts in front of a faceless crowd and the thumping and calling of my name is very much real. Thank god the dream is not. Ben? What the hell? My phone vibrates beside me, my brothers name flashing across the screen as he calls out again from the other side of my front door.

What the fuck is Zach doing here? A quick scan of my surroundings shows Jordan sprawled across the right side of my bed, the blanket just barely covering his very naked body. Because yes, that arrangement is still working well, especially for my libido and I guess that part of my dream was definitely accurate. I had a party here last night and while I was totally wasted when we fell into bed sometime in the early hours, I don't need to even remember what happened to know my house is not in any state my brother should see.

I have no clue if there are other bodies in various states of dress scattered throughout the house, but as I stumble out to stop the relentless thumping on my front door I let out a prayer that it's not as bad as I'm picturing. Garbage can be cleaned up. The image this place will give my brother of my new found lifestyle, maybe not so much.

I grab a pair of trackies from my floor and the first hoodie that I lay my eyes on. Closing my bedroom door quietly behind me, I rub away any possible mascara from under my eyes as I pull the front door open mid thump.

"Zach, what the fuck?" I hiss at him. His thundering face isn't having it though. He pushes the door further open and forces his way inside, leaving me no option but to stumble backwards and watch him storm down the hallway towards my kitchen.

I am not awake enough for this and definitely too hungover.

Having no other choice, I follow my big brother down the hallway. When I enter my open plan kitchen and living area I cringe. It's kinda bad.

The bench is covered in pizza boxes and empty cans and bottles of various alcohol. The same for my coffee table. In the corner near the back door is the same blow up pool that featured in my dream. Only it now contains a little bit of water for the ice that melted and unopened can of beers as it was used as an esky last night. I thank the heavens above that I can't see any random bodies crashed out on my couch and hope that anyone in bedrooms stays there until Zach leaves.