Page 3 of Baked

“Nah, you’re right, Indi.” I smiled. “He’s not worth it.”

But you are.

Indi nodded, turning to walk away when I swung a second time, my fist slamming into his cheek as he fell to the ground. The crowd gasped as Indi shouted for me to stop. I kicked the man’s side, slamming my boot into his ribs over and over, seeing red. “Say it again!” I shouted. “Say it!”

“Haze stop!” Indi grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back.

“Say it again!” The man tried to protect himself, cradled into his own body.

“Haze!” Indi stepped in front of me, shoving me away from him. “Stop!” She forced me back as I watched him sit there, weak and pathetic on the floor.

“That’s right. Stay down fucker!”

“Hey!” Indi snapped. “Knock it off!”

“What the hell is your problem!” the man groaned, stumbling to his feet. His cheek was swollen and red, changing colors from my punch. He coughed and grabbed his side, hunching over in pain.

“My god, I am so sorry!” Indi tried to help him stand, but he swatted her away.

My fists tightened as my muscles bulged, my feet moving towards him when Indi stopped me. “No! Enough.” The man eyed me, his friends helping him from the room as everyone returned to dancing like nothing happened.

“What the hell was that?” Ginger asked, bringing Indi a fresh cup.

“Yeah, what happened?” Ash asked, half consumed by the music, too lost to really care.

“It was nothing!” Indi shouted, taking a drink. “Just Haze being a protective older brother, that’s all!”

“How sweet!” The two screamed together, dancing to the music.

Indi watched me, her eyes barely visible over the cup as she drank it. Something in her gaze told me that secretly, she liked what I had just done. She liked watching me beat that man for her. And knowing this made me grin, even if my knuckles did sting.

“There you are!” Mary-Jane threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “What happened? You just left me all alone!” My eyes remained on Indi, standing there, watching meback. “Oh my gosh!” Mary-Jane lifted my hand, seeing my sore knuckles. They were slightly swollen, tender to the touch. “Indi! Look!” She tugged me towards Indi, shoving my hand in her face. “Your brother is hurt! I should take care of him.” She batted her eyes, rubbing her fingers around my hand.

I looked at Indi, my face noticeably uncomfortable as I silently mouth the words: help me. She tried to not laugh, taking my hand from Mary-Jane. “I got it. You dance!” Mary-Jane huffed, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder and joining the others. “Damn.” Indi peered closer to my hand. “Let’s get you some ice.”

She carefully grabbed my hand and guided me through the crowded house to the kitchen, forcing her way through. My eyes couldn’t help themselves, falling down south as I watched her walk. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I was completely hooked on her. And knowing how wrong it was only made it feel that much more right in my head.

My mind raced, half buzzed and the other high as I watched her open the freezer. She was dressed in one of the most revealing things I had ever seen her in, that tiny ass skirt and her cropped shirt leaving little to my imagination. It took me back, seeing my sister dressed in such an enticing and sexual way. My curiosity got the better of me as she bent down, searching the freezer, her ass barely covered by the tiny jean skirt she was wearing.

Fuck, Haze. That’s your sister. Knock that shit off.

I shook my head as she stepped back, bringing me a small plastic bag of ice. My dick began to ache as I tried to ignore it, hoping she didn’t notice. Indi grabbed my hand, her fingers grazing my thigh ever so lightly as she took me into her grasp. I nearly choked on a growl. My body burned, reacting in ways I never expected, conflicted and fighting itself to remain calm. She held my hand up, placing the bag of ice along my knuckles.

“Fuck,” I moaned lightly from the pain. Her eyes shot to me, sparkling as she pressed harder with a smile. I grunted, jolting at the pain she was inflicting in more ways than one. “Knock it off, Indi. That hurts,” I growled again.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” She laughed. “You going to beat me too?” She playfully raised a brow. “Your poor, defenseless little sister?”

Fuck, what is she doing to me?I felt tormented.

“No,” I whispered. My jaw clenched as I tried to restrain myself.

“Good. Now suck it up and be a big boy.” Indi pressed the ice against my knuckles, replacing her hand with my free one. She popped onto the kitchen counter, her tits nearly bursting from her cropped shirt while she crossed her legs. “So.” She pulled a cigarette from the tiny pocket of her jean miniskirt, placing it between her lips. “Light?”

I pulled the lighter from my pocket as she leaned forward, uncrossing her legs with her eyes heavily on me. I lit the cigarette, watching as she slowly pulled back, inhaling deeply before blowing a cloud of smoke into my face.

“Damn, Indi.” I waved the cloud away, trying not to inhale it. “Don’t you know those things are bad for you?”

“Bad, but so good, like lots of things.” I made a face as Indi sighed. “Yeah, well, it’s the best I got.” She looked around, finding a random cup, sniffing the contents before taking a huge drink. “Oh my god—” She spat the drink out. “That’s the worst fucking vodka I’d ever tasted!”

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