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THE NIGHT IT ALL BEGAN

HAZE

“Oh, shit.” The sound of the overwhelmingly intense bass thumping could be heard down the street as I pulled up to the curb and parked my car the best I could. “Damn, these fucking people sure know how to party.” Shouting and cheering grew as lights flashed from the enormous sorority house in the middle of Greek Street, as people flocked from all directions to it. My nerves seemed to have gotten the better of me, my usual habit kicking in as I lit the tip of my blunt and inhaled deeply. My throat and lungs were immediately filled with earthy smoke. A little too much so.

There it is. It slowly hit me.

“Fuck,” I coughed, smoke filling the car as I took another hit. I watched countless college students rush in the direction of the sorority home, nearly tripping over the curb. I coughed a laugh, nearly choking. “Fuck dude.” I wiped my eyes with a grin and grabbed my leather jacket, tucking a rolled blunt from my pocket behind my ear. Always had to make sure I had a second handy.

Here we go.

I was already feeling more at ease as I stepped out of the car, taking one last hit before tossing the blunt down on the pavement and snuffing it out with my boot. A group of people ran by, their hands preoccupied with spilling red solo cups as they rushed towards the same home. I brushed my black hair back and shadowed them, my nerves completely eased and relaxed. Normally, I didn’t like large crowds or going to parties, but I had to suck it up. I wasn’t here for me. And thanks to that blunt, I was starting to feel higher than a fucking kite.

God, I love weed. Without it, I don’t think I’d even leave my room, let alone be here.

The music was so deafening, shaking the ground and only getting louder as I approached the house. People were partying in every direction, spilling out from the house and into the front yard, drunken students tripping over each other, one even passed out in the bushes. I had to force my way through the crowd, struggling to move thanks to my wide shoulders and frame. Despite being the age of most of the people here, I felt like a giant towering over them as I stepped into the sorority home, instantly hit with a thick cloud of smoke that smacked me in the face.

“Well, that’s a pleasant fucking surprise.” I chuckled, taking a large whiff, welcoming the earthy courage as it settled in my lungs.

“Haze!” My head spun to see her running down the grand stairs towards me, nearly spilling her red cup as she smiled at me. “Oh my gosh, you fucking made it!” I couldn’t help but grin, cheesing like a kid to see her. “Ah!” Indigo slammed into me, knocking me back as I stumbled and tried to hold her. She just squealed and smiled, beaming to see me, her vibrant green eyes sparkling up at me. Indi had always been attractive, but seeing her blossom into this vixen before me had been a challenge. It was hard not to notice, even if I was just her brother.

“Well, hello to you too, Indi.” I hugged her back. I could tell she had been drinking for a bit, the smell of cheap alcohol and booze seeping from her small frame. But I was just happy to see her. A small group of women joined her, their eyes all ogling me as they looked back between us.

“You guys, this is my brother, Haze!” Indi spun to face them, flicking her long black hair back as she gently patted my cheek. The women all shyly said hi. “See? Didn’t I tell you?” Indigo grabbed my face playfully, squeezing it as she spoke in a baby voice. “Isn’t he just the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen?”

One of the women grinned. “Nothing little from what I see.” She eyed my crotch and bit the edge of her cup. Her dark eyes contrasted with her long, vibrant red hair, and pale skin. Seeing her watch me in such a way didn’t exactly help my sudden erection, which I could feel becoming more noticeable each second. I tried to hide the size of my dick, tucked tightly along my leg thanks to my tight jeans.

“Easy, Indi.” I laughed, carefully removing her hand and repositioning myself. She swayed with the pulsating beat that ruptured through the house, giggling and bobbing her head. I wasn't sure if she was just drunk, or high from the constant smell of weed, or maybe even both, but she was definitely messed up. And now grabbing another cup from one of her friends.

“Hey.” I took the cup from her grasp. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” She eyed me, those emerald eyes burning into mine.

Her hand slapped mine, taking the cup back. “Relax! You need to learn to chill and just let go!” Her entire demeanor was one I hadn’t really seen before, least not since we fucked around in high school many years back, sneaking out to parties and finding ourselves getting high in the back of trailers with people twice our age, getting trailer park tattoos and driving around blaring music at three in the morning. Those were the days. My eyebrow flicked as I watched her, forgetting she was my sister for a hot minute. Indi tossed the drink back with little remorse, challenging me. The women all followed suit, taking drinks and cheering. “Oh my gosh, how rude of me! Haze, these are my sorority sisters, Ginger, Ash, and Mary-Jane.” The three women waved their fingers at me with eager smiles.

“Ladies.” I smiled with a silly wave. Man, this was awkward. “How’s everyone’s night going?” The women all giggled to themselves. It was fun watching them squirm and behave so bashfully around me.

Mary-Jane stepped forward, her long nails twirling a strand of her red hair as she eyed me closely. “You two don’t really look like brother and sister!”

“I know, right? Everyone says Indi is the pretty one, but I don’t know, I feel like I’m pretty cute!” I shouted over the loud music.

“Haze!” Indi whacked me again as we both laughed.

“Ah, I’m just playing! We all know you got the looks. Yeah, we’re brother and sister. Twins actually! But I’m older.” I winked, watching her cheeks blush.

“Do you go here?” Ginger asked over the loud noise. “Indi doesn’t like to share much about her brother—you’re like this giant mystery she keeps just for herself!”

“Oh, fuck off, Ginger!” Indi laughed. She moved closer, rubbing my arm. “I’m just protective of my big brother!” She made puppy dog eyes at me, quivering her lip. Something inside sparked as I watched her.

“Well?” Ash pressed. “Do you attend here too? ‘Cause I don’t think I’ve ever seen you.”

“Oh no, we’d remember him.” Mary-Jane’s lips curled as she watched me.

“Nah, I go to culinary school a few towns over!”

“Oooo!” The three friends exchanged a look.

“So you cook?” Ash asked.

I nodded my head. “I prefer baking.” Truthfully, my own college experience hadn’t exactly been the best, so I decided to come see Indi and take the weekend to just escape. She told me about this party and swore it was exactly what the doctor ordered. The added plus was seeing her. We hadn’t really seen one another in a very long time, thanks to my social anxiety.

“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’s our song!” 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, you have to 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 was handed 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 boy who probably thought he was going to score. It pissed me off to see her dancing like that with him. She was my sister. 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.

“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 me back. “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.