HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Games & Drinking

"Never have I ever fell off a sled."

I gave Mili a narrowed look, "That was a low blow," I said, suddenly reaching for the hem of my shirt.

Mili only laughed, "I just want to see you strip honestly," she said, watching as my black shirt fell to the floor.

After Mili took her first shot of the night, we ended up turning on some music and bringing out the drinking games.

Currently, we were playing never have I ever which involved stripping—if you had done it.

I shook my head at her, "Never have I ever fucked someone in my parent's living room," I shot back.

Mili's lips parted slightly, "Wow... okay," she said, tugging off her oversized t-shirt.

And I couldn't help but glance down to her black sports bra and toned tan stomach.

"Fine as always," I murmured, running my hand up her stomach.

Mili slid her hand behind my back as she eyed my black lace bra, "I could say the same about you."

A gasp fell from my lips as soon as I felt my bra loosen—indicating that she had unhooked it in one swift move.

"That's cheating," I pouted.

Mili leaned over to me to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck, "Never have I ever surfed—" she tugged my black bra down my arms, "Now it's not cheating," she murmured, nipping at the skin of my neck as my bra inevitably fell to the ground.

I rolled my eyes even if her actions alone managed to make me grow so warm, I thought I was going to explode.

"You're annoying," I said.

Mili raised a sharp brow as she placed one last kiss on my neck, "Hmm, weren't you just calling me fine a second ago?" she teased me.

I shook my head at her, "You can be fine and annoying at the same time," I emphasized, and when Mili managed to pull back from my neck, I pulled my long dark hair to the front, easily covering my hardened nipples.

Almost automatically, Mili's dark eyes darted down to my covered chest with a narrowed look.

And it was obvious that my actions alone bothered her.

Mili guided my hair behind my shoulders, "Don't hide from me—it's offensive."

I raised a brow at her, pushing away the warmth circling my lower stomach, "Never have I ever been to Barcelona," I said, recalling that she had been.

Mili shook her head to herself, "Now I have to take you," she said as she slid her joggers off—leaving her in Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I smiled slightly as I reached for the bottle of Casamigos, "That would be fun," I said, opening the bottle to pour a shot.

But not before Mili managed to guide the bottle out of my hands, which easily earned a narrowed look from me.

"Tequila makes you sick remember?" Mili questioned as she poured herself a shot.

And I couldn't help but think back to the snowy cabin and the terrible hangover that I had from drinking tequila.

I shrugged, "Maybe if I don't take as many shots I'll be fine," I determined, and it was clearly the drunk side of my brain talking,

"I don't think so," Mili said, clearly not budging on her decision, "You've already had vodka so drinking tequila would be worse," she added, knowing that the espresso martinis I had earlier had vodka in them.