Ribs n Whiskey

[fukensploogin]

"Uh, this song is affectionately entitled, Seen Your Sister Naked, or when I'm playin it for my folks, it's called Ribs n Whiskey..." -JB

This thread is closed for myself and J'adore Jouer

Mikey was hanging out with his buddy James one afternoon. It was summer; they were at James' house, lazying the day away, getting high in the basement and playing video games. James' parents had gone away for a couple weeks.

Mikey went upstairs in search of munchies. Into the kitchen, refrigerator fully-loaded... he looked through it, picked out a few things.

He set them on the table and then looked up, out the window into their spacious back yard... the in-ground pool... James' sister laying out on an inflated little raft in the water...

Mikey: 5'10", curly black hair, blue eyes, nice tan, nice athletic build, dreams of rock n roll guitar-god-dom, but some doubts... he's 19 years old.

 

[jadore jouer]

Finally. After days. And days. And days of watching grumpily from the window in her air-condition-less room, Darrian had finally managed to get her brother and his company out of their pool. Their parents had been sure to tell them to "share" the pool, so as to avoid any ridiculous sibling rivalry, but no. Whenever Darrian wanted in, James threw her out--sometimes by force.

See, the thing about James was that he was protective, very protective of his sister. So protective that he didn't want her wearing next to nothing (or, in other words, a bathing suit) in front of his friends, so he kicked her out of the pool when they were over. Dumb? Tell me about it. So protective that she wasn't allowed in the pool if he wasn't outside to keep a watch on her. I mean, really? She was almost nineteen years old. You'd think she be able to take care of herself, right?

See, the thing about James was that Darrian hated him.

But hate isn't the most calming thought in the world, so she pushed the image of her brother from her mind and ran her thin fingers through her dark, damp hair. The sun beat down upon her slender frame, causing Darrian to tingle with all the joys of summer. As the slightly deflated raft floated her around the pool, the cool water splashed lazily at her unpolished toes. She shifted uncomfortably on the raft.

It was hot.

Her pale eyes did a quick scan of her surroundings. No James? Nope. He was downstairs probably getting high of her shit with his friend Mikey. Darrian had caught him going through her dresser that morning, but it was really pointless to try and stop him from stealing her drugs. James was much bigger than she was, and stronger.

After looking around again, Darrian slipped her fingers under the hem of her tankini top and flipped it up, exposing her flat, slightly pale stomach to the summer sun.


Darrian:
5'3" with a smaller frame. Has serious conflicts with her brother. Lives life one day at a time. Is a free spirit...but her protective and sometimes not-so-pleasant household prevents that free spirit from 'spreading its wings.' She basically just wants to get out.
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Mikey watched her look around and then flip up a bit of her swimsuit, exposing her flat tummy to the summer sun. Mikey had always thought Darrien looked damn good; everybody did. James knew it, too, mostly because he was always hearing it from the guys. Mikey understood James' over-protective behavior; nobody wants it getting around school that your sister's a slut.

Mikey also understood that Darrien hated the way James treated her, and rightly so. James was over-protective, but that didn't mean he wasn't a dick about it. Mikey sometimes wondered if he ever copped feels of his sister when he man-handled her out of the pool. He hadn't seen anything... but if Mikey knew that if it was him, he would probably try.

Mikey took an extra moment to gaze upon her sexy little form, before turning away from the window and gathering the munchies and taking them downstairs.

Where he found James passed out. Snoozin like a baby. He picked up a half-smoked joint, dropped all the food on the coffee table, and left James in his recliner, going back upstairs. His heart raced. James had made damn sure none of his buddies was ever alone with his sister.

Bro's before ho's! Bro's before ho's! his mind argued for a moment. He knew how pissed James would be if he found them so much as talking alone together; it would be significantly amplified by the presence of her bathing suit.

He caught a glimpse of her... in her bathing suit... fuck it, he thought, and opened the door to the backyard. He smiled and waved to Darrien, walking towards the pool.

 

[jadore jouer]

A small giggle stumbled out of Darrian's lips as she looked at her exposed tummy. Though she knew it wasn't anything big, she couldn't help but feel a little rebellious about flipping up her bathing suit while her brother was home--not to mention while Mikey was over. Her lips tugged up one one side, a tiny crooked smile forming as she laughed at her own foolish excitement. Darrian pulled her arm from the water around her and lightly tickled herself, letting a few cool drops drizzle playfully around her bellybutton. She giggle again, and raise her arms far over her head, pulling her shorter, yet thin body into an enormous stretch. Her toes pointed and her bach arched, the water slopping causually at the raft's edges. As a large and probably unattractive yawn reached its climax and died, the almost-nineteen-year-old opened her pale eyes. And shrieked.

She hadn't heard or seen Mikey approaching, and even though he greeted her with a smile and a friendly wave, Darrian couldn't help but startle. Quickly she flipped the hem of her tankini down to conceal her stomach and sat upright on the raft, which proved to be a difficult task as it was a raft. She brushed a few damp strands of her dark hair behind her ear and looked quickly around. If James had seen her stomach, she'd be dead.

Only James wasn't there. Just Mikey.

"...Hi."

The word stumbled from her lips as she unnecessarily brushed her hair behind her ear again. James wasn't there...that was weird. No doubt he'd gotten all high and shit and tried to see what his raucus little sister's reaction would be to his friend finding her in her bathing suit. But then, Darrian couldn't quite believe that Mikey would participate in such an experiment. He just seemed to...cool. Given that she had never really gotten a chance to talk to him--just look. Mikey was by far one of James' most attractive friends, and Darrian had always imagined him to be a decent person. Just because she wasn't used to hanging around him didn't mean she'd go screaming for James if the chance ever came around.

Darrian blinked a few times before letting her trademarked crooked grin spread out upon her lips.

 

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Mikey couldn't help but giggle when he heard Darrien's yelp. He put his finger to his lips, smiling. He kept walking towards her. She was splashing around a bit, trying to sit up, looking nervously behind him.

"Don't worry," he said. "Your brother's totally passed out." He kicked off his sandals when he came to the edge of the water, sat down, sinking his feet in to the calves. He was wearing a white tee-shirt and his swimming trunks. That crooked little grin was giving him goosebumps... he liked that a little too much.

He also enjoyed checking her out in her tight little swimsuit a little too much. He liked the way the sun glinted off the water on her smooth legs, a little too much. He shook his head. He was exactly the reason James was so over-protective of Darrien.

It was that crooked little grin.

"So, James let it slip that he took some of your ganj. He doesn't think you should smoke. I near about punched him, that pissed me off so bad. He only tells me this after we've smoked your stash, of course. So, I come to settle a karmic pot debt." He produced a pack of cigarettes and pulled out a fat long white joint.

 

[jadore jouer]

James passed out? Darrian rolled her eyes. It really didn't surprise her that her big, tough, macho brother was a lightweight--or whatever one calls it--when it came to pot. Lot's of guys she knew were like that, and it was hysterical as shit.

Darrian remained still on her raft as she watched Mikey slide his feet into the water. She couldn't help but feel a little flattered that he wanted to hang out with her, but then again, his friend was lying passed out in a haze of reefer, so what was there better to do? The brunette twisted her position on the raft, turning so that her feet dangled off the side and she faced him. She looked at her brother's friend. They'd never acually had a conversation before, and she really couldn't think of anything to say. But then, he had walked up to her, so it was only appropriate that he'd start the ball rolling.

Her focus landed on his eyes. They were fascinatingly blue, like the water on post cards for the Caribbean that you're sure is digitally enhanced until you actually go there. Darrian felt her eyebrows wrinkle slightly as she noticed Mikey's eyes not focused on her face. She felt a bit of color rise to her cheeks. He was totally not checking her out--was he? Shaking her head slightly, Darrian managed to banish the blush from her face and accept the fact that people (apart from herself and her brother) found her attractive.

"So, James let it slip that he took some of your ganj. He doesn't think you should smoke. I near about punched him, that pissed me off so bad. He only tells me this after we've smoked your stash, of course. So, I come to settle a karmic pot debt."

Darrian let out a weak roar of anger at the mention of her brother's theft, batting at the water with her fist.

"I hate it when he does that. I mean really? You'd think a kid like...that...would have decency enough to at least steal from a dealer than from his own sister. The bitch."

Her pissed-off expression replaced itself with one of surprise and pleasant suspicion. Tucking a few damp strands behind her ear, Darrian slid herself off the raft and into the water. In a few brief seconds she found herself next to Mikey and rested her front against the pool's wall, her arms folded loosely on the wet concrete of the pool deck. The corner of her mouth tugged upward as Mikey produced a joint from his pocket.

"Thanks."

She waited for him to light it before taking it her fingers and taking a long drag. She blinked a few times before looking back at her brother's friend, and eyebrow raised quizzically.

"You know, James will kill you if he sees us out hear alone."

Darrian inhaled a bit more.

"And if he finds out you gave me this? Shit, he'll freakin' dice up your corpse and sell it on the Internet."

She cracked a smile and took another drag. Darrian was right to imagine Mikey being cool. He was cool. Maybe even a bit more than cool. She waited until he looked away to flash her eyes over his body. He was a new person: different from the retards she almost called her friends, different from the nut-jobs she was forced to call her family. She quickly turned her greenish eyes away from Mikey as he turned to look in her direction. Darrian couldn't deny that she was attracted to this kid wayyy more than James had hoped she wouldn't be, but at the same time, she wasn't about to openly display her attraction like some horny school kid. Nonchalantly, she raked her fingers through her hair and took another drag from the joint before offering it to him.

 

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"You know, James will kill you if he sees us out hear alone."

Darrian inhaled a bit more.

"And if he finds out you gave me this? Shit, he'll freakin' dice up your corpse and sell it on the Internet."

Nonchalantly, she raked her fingers through her hair and took another drag from the joint before offering it to him.

"I know, right? The kid's psycho about it." Mikey took a drag and held it, let it out through his nose, took another puff and handed it to Darrian. He splashed his feet in the pool. "I understand, though. My older sister was like that, too, but she was more sinister, at least towards the girls I was interested in. She wanted me to be with someone more... like her."

He looked down at her, smiled. She was cute. Damn cute, actually. Mikey had caught himself eyeing her at school, across the hall. Multiple times he'd found himself enjoying the view before realizing just who he was checking out...

and here he was enjoying a joint with her. She was right. James totally would kill him if they were discovered.

Mikey's heart raced. Of course, it was true that he was entertaining illicit thoughts concerning his buddy's sister... but did that really warrant an ass-kicking? James was a pretty big dude. Much bigger than Mikey. Mikey would basically have to count on James being too stoned to do anything effective.

He watched Darrien take her hit. His stoned mind was starting to get paranoid about James. She handed him the joint and he took another hit, handed it back to her.

"So what's our plan if James walks out here? I think we should have one."

 

[jadore jouer]

"I know, right? The kid's psycho about it. I understand, though. My older sister was like that, too, but she was more sinister, at least towards the girls I was interested in. She wanted me to be with someone more... like her."

"'Sinister?' That's an interesting word choice."

Darrian brought the joint to her lips and took a quick inhale.

"What did she do? Tie them to a chair and remove their toenails with a butter knife?"

Cruel and unusual-sounding, yes, but she couldn't help but think that would be the fate of Mikey if James wandered outside.

He smiled at her.
She smiled back.

Running her fingers through her damp hair, Darrian averted her gaze. As dumb as it sounds, their entire situation felt so surreal. It was so...unlike James to let himself get stoned of his ass without being sure his male friend was more so. Fortunate, heck yes, but very unlike him. Darrian rested her chin in her palm, her pointy elbow pressing almost uncomfortably into the wet concrete around the pool. Very uncomfortably, actually, but she didn't exactly notice. As nice of a time she was having with Mikey, she couldn't shake the nervous feeling that her brother could storm out at any second. Then again, part of her didn't exactly want to. It was sort of exciting. Correction: it was very exciting. Even before she knew Mikey personally, Darrian had always been excited by his presence: the occasional sightings in school, whenever he came over, etc., etc. And now that she was alone with him, and that she could see that he was excited by her too, or least into her a little...she felt like her stomach was in a knot.

"So what's our plan if James walks out here? I think we should have one."

Plan? Plan? Couldn't they just hop the fence, take a car and go somewhere? Somewhere without brothers or sisters and their sinister ways--where there weren't any rules or restrictions? Just somewhere?

"Uhhh..."

Darrian bit her lip as she thought, a single damp strand of brown twisting around her index finger.

"Well, it would probably help if I put 'clothes' on."

With a grin--that grin, she handed the joint to Mikey and climbed somewhat clumsily out of the water and onto the concrete. She turned her back to him and walked towards the chair where a pile of clothes lay, her cheeks tinged only slightly with a bit of embarrassment. She should've used the ladder. People always look sexier when they climb out of pools via ladder. What the hell was she thinking? Darrian quickly dried herself off with a towel, snorting at her own silly thoughts, before pulling on her clothes. A pair of bright orange board shorts and a black tee-shirt---a black Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band tee shirt to be exact. Everybody's got a hungry heart.

Darrian felt eyes on her as she finished dressing, but when she turned around, Mikey was looking elsewhere. Damn. Still barefoot, she walked back over to where he sat and popped-a-squat on the concrete next to him, one leg bent up under her body.

"Ok. How about....he was stoned. You were bored, so you decided to leave. And you were just walking to your car when...we...struck up conversation?"

A pretty believe plan under normal-people standards, but it was highly doubtful that James would react like a normal person.

 

[fukensploogin]

Mikey jumped up. Dripping wet... she was a sight for sore eyes. Mikey pondered her plan for just a moment, and said: "How about Plan B: I'm gonna go tell stoned-stupid James I'm leaving. A few minutes later, you're gonna go tell still-stoned-stupid James you're going to a movie with a friend. At which you point you hop in our escape vehicle and have ourselves a roadie. That way James can't walk in on us. Doing anything. Like talking." Mikey blushed a little... he was thinking of their mouths doing more interesting things than talking...

"Anyway," Mikey said, walking back into the house... the door's open but the ride it ain't free, he thought, eyeing her shirt. "What do you say?"

 

[jadore jouer]

Plan B. Darrian stared for a moment, her mind flushed with uncertainty. No way he was serious. No way. After what seemed like eons of merely looking at this guy, wanting to know him, wanting to talk to him, wanting to... Suddenly they'd had a quick conversation and some sort of a connection? She looked at him, looked at him straight in the eyes.

Way.

A grin crawled slowly upon her lips. James couldn't walk in on them. Doing anything. Like talking. Or, like, not talking. Darrian placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. The ride, it ain't free. Fantastic!

"I say give me 5 minutes."

And with that she slipped on her flips flops, scooped up her towel, and jogged off towards her house, pausing only momentarily to look back at Mikey with a grin.

 

[fukensploogin]

Mikey gave her a moment before following after. He quickly ran down to the basement, where James was still passed out. Mikey kicked the recliner he was lounging in, the playstation controller still in his lap. "Hey dude! You suck. I'm leaving! See ya!"

James snorted and rolled his head from side to side. Eyes closed. He rubbed his belly.

Totally passed out.

"Okay dude. Bye." He kicked the recliner again before bounding up the stairs. He was out in his car, a beat up old chevy with a big dumb gas-sucking engine. But it had comfy seats, a smooth ride, and a decent stereo. He rifled through CD's looking for the Boss... Darkness on the Edge of Town... Born to Run... hmm... he popped in We Shall Overcome. He pressed the pause button, flipped back to the radio till she came out.

He paused for a moment. What was he doing? For real? Running off somewhere with your buddy's little sister was probably way high on the list of dumb-ass things he'd done in his life...

But god almighty would it be worth it...

He saw her come out of the house... and all thoughts of remorse were dashed.