Wanting My Step Brother

[7]

Blake

"You need to come!" Ella whines, jumping on the bed, "It's your step-brother birthday party!" 

"I already said happy birthday to him this morning," I roll around on Ella's large bed. 

Oh right, this morning. 

That awkward moment in Alex's bedroom. I guess I was so caught up in the excitement that I didn't think clearly. 

"My costume isn't going to work without you!" Ella moans like a child, pointing as she pushed up onto her knees. 

Alex's party was apparently a costume party. 

Ella had decided to go as Harry Potter characters, but gender-swap. 

I was Harry Potter, and Ella was Draco Malfoy. 

"Alex probably doesn't even want me there!" 

Ella scoffed, with a large and dramatic roll of her eyes, "Seriously?" 

I gave her a look, confused as to her meaning. 

"Blake, you are my best friend and I love you like we came out of the womb together, but you are the most naive person I have ever met," Ella chuckles making me chuck a pillow at her, "Zach's going to be here in ten minutes to pick us up. Keyword:us."

"We'll go for an hour. Promise?!" I drawl, stopping her from getting too excited. 

"Promise," Ella nodded seriously, before squealing and rolling off her bed, "We are going to look so fucking hot!" 

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Ella was jumping in her seat as Zach pulled his silver Porsche up onto the curb. 

Ella loved parties. 

If there's one on a tuesday night, she'll be there. If there's one in freaking Australia at two in the morning, she'll be there. 

She has excellent party-dar. 

And trust me, that's a word. 

"This shit is poppin'!" Ella squeals, jumping over the door. Zach often liked riding his convertible with the roof down. 

The steady beat of the music pumping from Hunter's house drifted down the street. Our parents would never let Alex throw a party at our house in a million fucking years. 

But luckily, we have Hunter. 

Ella's natural platinum hair was pin straight. 

But mine, I'd put up in a high ponytail to keep the back of my neck more cool. 

If she had told me how tight and short our outfits would be, I would've burnt them in the fiery depths of hell where they belong. (Outfit up top).

The shirt was incredibly tight and my tits were basically popping out up the top. 

The skirt was okay I guess, it was loose but no as long as I was hoping it to be. 

Ella and I were both wearing thick black platforms that weren't the easiest to walk in. 

Fucking stupid idea when Ella is probably going to get shit-faced and break both her ankles in an attempt to walk. 

Zach was dressed as someone from the SWAT team, and he was defiantly pulling it off. 

Hunter's parents were pretty rich, and he lived in a large, white mason. 

As we walked across the neatly trimmed grass, I saw many things. 

Mostly empty cans and bottles, and vomit. 

But other things too. At least five couples were making out on the front lawn, everything all out in the open. They had absolutely no shame. 

I had to side step a couple getting it on the front steps to get to the door.  The music blared through my ears as we pushed into the house. 

Zach grabbed onto my hand, leading me through. But my hand slipped from his, resulting in Ella and myself loosing him. 

"Well, hey there pretty ladies," Hunter smirks, slithering up beside us, "Here are your drinks." 

"Gross, I prefer not to touch things that have been infected with STD's." Ella screw her nose up, pushing the cup back to Hunter. 

She tried to manoeuvre around him, but his large body stopped her. 

"You know, guys are going to be looking at those all night."  Hunter commented, his green eyes looking at the tops of Ella's breasts. 

She scoffed in disgust, "That's the point, you fucking dickhead." 

"You too, Blake," Hunter said, side glancing me, "Are you sure Alex is going to be happy with your choice of clothing?" 

"Alex can eat a fucking elephant dick." I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. 

"And you can join your little buddy too," Ella commented, challenging Hunter with her blue eyes. 

He retorted back, but I couldn't bother listening to his endless flirting. 

My eyes skimmed the room, and I see a familiar face. 

Sat against one of the white oxford couches pushed against the wall, was Alex. 

He was dressed as a Greaser Guy. 

A tight white shirt stretched across his broad chest, light blue jeans tightly hugged his legs. 

And his light brown hair was greased back. 

Overall, he was fucking hot. And it made my mouth dry.

However, Alyssa was there. Sitting on his lap like a freaking lap dog. 

She was dressed in some stupid get up. 

Apparently, she's suppose to be a "sexy" kitty. 

With a tight, black bodysuit, fishnet stockings and cat ears, I hate to admit it, but she was kind of pulling it off. 

Suddenly, light blue eyes met mine, and I froze. 

They were penetrating, lighting every inch of my body on fire. And for a split second, I could've sworn they grazed my body.  

Alex turns to Alyssa, yet his eyes were still on me. He mouthed something that looked like "Get off". 

Oh shit, he was coming over here. 

Think Blake, think. You need to get outta there. 

"Uh—I'm going to the kitchen. See you later!" I yell over the music, squeezing Ella's hand and slipping through the crowd. 

I had to elbow my way through, and finally made it to the kitchen. It was a little less packed then the other room, but still busy. 

A massive buffet of many drinks was set up on the kitchen counters, and a game of beer pong was set up on the breakfast table. Behind them through the window was the pool.

Fairy lights and other coloured lights were set up, lighting up the back yard. 

People were jumping in the pool, in swimming suits, in their costumes, or even in their birthday suits. 

Grabbing a red plastic cup, I filled it to the top with a liquid that had more alcoholic drinks than I can count on my fingers, masked by the sweet taste of tropical juice. 

I need to relax and forget about Alex. 

And alcohol seems the only way to do it right now. 

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