Page 2 of Baked

“Mmm, who doesn’t love a man that can cook!” Mary-Jane licked her lips.

Bake.It was clear she was enticed by me, and normally I’d be all for fucking around. But not here. And not with one of Indi’s friends.

The music shifted as people began to cheer and rush to the main room, shoving past us. “Oh my god!” Indi shouted, smacking my chest. “You guys! It’soursong!” The four women screamed and squealed. “Let’s go!” She tugged my arm.

“I’m good. You guys have fun. I think I’m just going to?—”

“No!” Indi pointed her finger in my face. “You need a break and what better way to chill than to get shit faced drunk and dance the night away. Haze, youhaveto join us! Come on!” Indi snatched my hand as the women surrounded me, corralling me to the dance floor. They forced their way to the center of the dark room, surrounding me, lights strobing as the music shook my eardrums. The smell of weed choked me out as it replaced the air of the room, red cups and bodies moving in all directions.

“Here!” Indi shoved a cup against my chest, spilling the dark beer.

“Fuck, my bad!” She laughed, trying to drunkenly clean it up.

“I got it!” I shouted, sniffing the drink. Fuck, it stank. “What is this?”

“Just drink it!” She smiled, her face drenched in red and green light.

“I don’t know, Indi! I need to be able to drive home!” Fuck, I sounded old.

“No!” She smacked my arm. “You’re staying here with me tonight! Now, drink!” She pushed the cup to my mouth as I shook my head and began to down the beer.

“God damn, this shit is nasty!” I coughed, finishing the drink.

“Who cares! You don’t drink it for the taste! Now, sit back and lose yourself in the music!” Indi began to dance, her friends suddenly lost in the crowded room as everyone moved to the controlling bass. I looked around, feeling lightheaded and tingly. I didn’t dance, nor did I prefer to party. But Indi was so persistent. She was beaming, moving in ways I had never seen her do before. It was intoxicating, watching her hips rock as her breasts, barely covered by her cropped t-shirt, bounced. She had no care in the world. Moving in such a way, I once again forgot she was my sister.

I gradually drank another cupful of beer, followed by a second and third, eventually losing count as I danced alongside Indi, doing exactly as she said, and lost myself in the music. My inhibitions dissolved, the weed and alcohol seizing my nerves as I somehow ended up closer to Indi, wanting to feel her move against me. Our bodies pressed together as she whipped her head over her shoulder to look back at me. I expected her to shove me away, but instead she only smiled, those green eyes sparkling as she leaned back into me and surrendered herself to the music. My hands gripped her waist, controlling her hips as we moved together, grinding against each other. Instinctively, my face buried into her long black hair, inhaling her scent as I nestled close and let go. Her comforting scent was buried beneath the beer and weed, but it was there, pulling me deeper, as her arms shot back and grabbed my neck. We danced, uncaring of what we were doing, too fucking lost to care.

Indi and I danced together for some time, drinking at least three or four more cups of that rank ass beer. Eventually, we stopped even noticing what we drank, consuming whatever washanded to us, taking a few rounds of shots throughout and just living. Indi’s friends eventually found their way back to us, the three women joining as we all moved together, consumed by the never ending beat.

Damn, if this is how all her sorority parties are, I’ll be here every fucking weekend.

The music changed, shifting, as Indi leaned forward, pressing her ass against my dick as she began to shake it, rubbing against me in ways no woman should unless they wanted to make a man hard. I had to bite my lip to control my moans. Deep down, I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I was too far gone to care. And as long as Indi was okay, then why should I be bothered? We were only dancing. What’s the harm in that?

The beat intensified and grew, causing us to move faster, Indi’s ass rubbing against my cock as if she liked what she felt. She stuck her tongue out, whipping her hair around as she pushed roughly into me, looking back at me. Her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing. And she fucking liked it.

My restraints and hesitations disappeared as I gripped her hips, digging deep into her bare skin and thrusted against her, pressing my hardening dick against her ass. Her mouth gaped open, and despite the loud music, I knew she had moaned.

What the fuck is happening?

Indi rose, turning to face me when her drunk friend Mary-Jane nearly tripped, bumping into us. Indi stumbled back, her friend now standing in front of me, pretending it was an accident as she apologized. “So sorry! How clumsy of me!” My eyes shot past her to Indi. Tossing her hair back, she turned and began to dance with some random dude.

“So, you two really are twins!” Mary-Jane pointed at me, biting the tip of her long nail. I looked past her and stared straight ahead at my sister, now grinding against some frat boywho probably thought he was going to score. It pissed me off to see her dancing like that with him. She wasmysister. My Indi. “So weird. You know, I kind of see it! The dark hair and eyes—You two look so much alike, but yet you’re so different!” I looked at Mary-Jane, her obvious try to get laid, killing my buzz. “So, I was?—”

“Hey!” My head snapped up to see Indi slap the man across the face. And all I saw was red.

I shoved Mary-Jane aside and rushed the dude, swinging my fist as it met his face, knocking him to the ground. “Haze, don’t! It’s fine!”

“What did he do, Indi?” I shouted. She blinked, shocked by my temper. “Tell me!”

“I didn’t do shit, man!” The guy on the floor spit, blood staining his mouth as he stood. “Just some dumb bitch playing games. Fuck.”

“The fuck did you call her?” I charged the man, but Indi stepped between us, trying to stop me.

“Hey! Calm down!” I was fuming, itching to put this man in his place. “Hey, hey!” Indi gripped my face, forcing me to look down at her, our eyes meeting. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”

“You’re not worth it.” The man laughed as the surrounding crowd watched, the music still playing as he eyed Indi. “Slut.”

Something in me snapped.

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