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“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!”

“No way,” I teased her. “You’re just trashed.”

“Oh really? Then why don’t you try it, Mr. Hotshot!” She shoved the cup against my chest. “Well, go on! Drink!”

I couldn’t help but to laugh, taking a small sip. My smile fell immediately. “Indi?” I looked down at the cup, quickly pouring it down the drain.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, surprised by my reaction.

I rushed back to her. “Did you swallow any?”

“Now that’s a bit inappropriate for you to ask.” She smoked the cigarette with a laugh.

“I mean it. How much did you actually drink? Indi? That shit was roofied.” Her body stiffened.

“Oh fuck.” She lowered the cigarette. “For real?”

“Did you drink any?” I sternly asked again.

“I-I mean a little, but I think I spit most of it out.” I made a face. “Oh, chill out, Haze. There’s no way that was enough to do anything but give me a damn headache, which you’re doing right now.” She rolled her eyes, smoking the cigarette, dissociating from the moment. I stood there, trying to understand what must be going through her head, but I was too fucked up to really process anything.

“I’m really glad you came tonight, Haze. Things haven’t exactly been easy here. You know, college, grades, life and shit.” She blew another cloud of smoke. “It’s been hard. And I haven’t seen you since last year.” Her reddened eyes seemed to tear up. “Got some girl down at culinary school keeping you all to herself you don’t want us to meet?” Her smile returned, easing me.

“Nah.” I stepped closer, tossing the ice onto the counter before I tipped her chin up to me. “You know me. I just don’t like being around people.”

“Not even me?” Her whispered question stung. “I’ve missed you, Haze. And I don’t like it when you shut me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out, Indigo.” She sniffled, blowing smoke in my face. “But I’m going to take that away if you don’t stop doing that.” Her eyes stared straight into mine, her green irises identical to my own. Probably the only thing identical about us aside from our pitch-black hair.

She wrapped her plump lips around the cigarette butt, the tip burning bright as she inhaled deeply, gripped my face, and blew straight into my mouth. I instantly coughed as the hot smoke traveled down and into my lungs.

“Indigo,” I snarled.

“Listen here, Haze Osvaldo. I don’t care if you don’t like people or socializing. I’m not people. I’m your sister. Your twin. You don’t get to not like me.” Her foot raised and met my chest. “Understand?” I nearly lost my breath at the sight of her. Indi gently kicked me back away from her.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“For how long? You going to sneak out at some point in the night and go back to your apartment until the next holiday, calling to say ‘sorry I can’t make it’?” She sounded hurt, which made me hate myself because I knew it was my fault.

“Hey.” I stepped closer. She tried to push me back with her legs, but I forcefully pushed them aside and grabbed her thighs, standing firmly between them. I could feel her muscles tightening, pulling me closer. It was a fucking turn on. “I’m not going anywhere. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. You know I’d do anything for you, Indi.” She stared at me, pressing that damn cigarette to her mouth, taking another mouthful of smoke and blowing it in my face.

My scuffed hand snatched her neck, watching as her mouth gaped ever so lightly, her head tilting back. “What did I say about doing that?” I leaned in real close, plucking the cigarette from her fingers. “Enough.” And I swear, for a brief second, she fucking smiled.

As I released Indi’s throat, I leaned across her body and tossed the cigarette into a nearby cup. I was close enough to hear her heart beating rapidly.

“Oh, looky here.” Her fingers grazed my ear, tucking my hair back as she took the rolled joint I had stashed. “Someone really did come to party.”

“That’s mine ,” I growled, putting it back.

“What? Can’t share? Not even with your own sister?” She made a pouty face. “Tell you what, let’s go somewhere private and enjoy this together.” Her eyes hit mine. “Just you and me.” My dick ached at her words.

“What did you have in mind?”

Indi’s smile beamed. “Follow me.”

She popped off the counter, nearly smacking into me, and took my hand. Indi guided me through the crowded house. We pushed past countless people, each more drunk or high than the last until we reached the foot of the stairs.

“There you are!” Mary-Jane suddenly appeared, attaching herself to my jacket. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Her long fingernail poked the tip of my nose.

“Back off Mary-Jane. Haze has a girlfriend. Plus, he’s never really been into redheads.”

Oh, protective.

Mary-Jane’s face dropped at Indi’s words. “What the fuck is your problem? And where are you two going?”

“To spend some much needed time together. Now, fuck off!” Indi rushed up the stairs, dragging me behind.

We continued weaving through the enormous house, coming to what I assumed was her bedroom. She swung the door open to find Ginger and Ash making out on her bed, halfway undressed.

“Oh shit!”

“Hey guys!” Ginger waved, smiling as Ash kissed her neck. “Don’t be shy, come on in. Join us!”

“Yeah, join us! We’re just getting started.” Ash breathed through intense kisses while Ginger moaned faintly.

“Not this time.” Indi winked, shutting the door. She turned to look at me. “Well, it looks like my room is preoccupied.”

“We can always just head back to my ca—” Her finger stopped my words.

“The attic.” Her eyes sparkled.

“The attic?”

“Yes!” Indi grabbed my hand, running down the hall as we approached the attic entrance. The simple, foldable wooden steps were down as if someone had already climbed them, a green light seeping from the square cutout in the roof. She turned to look at me, grinning over her shoulder. “Follow me.”

I watched, forcing my eyes from her backside, realizing she was wearing a vibrant red thong. I had to adjust myself, way too excited by the image now burned into my brain. “Hey, Indi!” I called out, keeping my eyes low as she stepped from the ladder into the attic. “I don’t think smoking in an old attic is exactly the greatest idea. Could be fucking spiders up there.” I shivered at the thought.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Haze!” Her voice fell down to me, her footsteps pacing around as they echoed through the ceiling. “Just get up here!”

Fuck, okay.

I did as she said, climbing the wooden ladder. It squeaked and creaked as my weight ascended, making me a little nervous as I questioned its durability.

I better not fucking break this thing. Or see a fucking spider.

My eyes widened at the unexpected sight before me as my head poked into the attic space, realizing it was anything but old and dusty.

“See?” Indi flicked her eyebrow at my reaction and I climbed to my feet. “ This ”— she motioned around the green lit room— “is anything but your average attic.”

The room was drenched in green from the neon light, a large hemp leaf with the words High Life beneath it. Multi-colored string lights were strung across the wood planked walls, the music from downstairs pulsing through the room as it shook. A classic pool table sat in the middle of the large attic space directly under the vaulted ceiling and random couches and chairs were scattered about as if this was a commonly used party space.

“What the fuck.”

“Told you.” Indi smiled. “Not your average attic.” She got on her knees, pulling the ladder up, tucking the string handle inside the attic. “There. Now no one can bother us up here.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the sound of that.

“What the hell even is all this?” I asked, stepping towards the large, single window that looked out into the backyard, filled with people dancing, drinking, and smoking. The party was in full swing, spilling from the house out into the yard and street past it.

“This is where we come to party, smoke, or you know…chill out.” She winked at me. “Nothing too crazy.”

“This is crazy.” And fucking impressive. “You come up here often?” I looked at Indi, watching her closely as she slowly stepped in my direction. I could tell she was plastered and high from the hot boxed house, just as I was, but I didn’t care. I was too fucking enticed by her. And as much as it should have, the thought of watching her in such a way didn’t make me sick. It made me hungry. For her. “How many people have you brought up here, Indigo?”

“Shhhh. Let’s not talk about that right now, Let’s just”—she pushed me against the side of the pool table and grabbed the joint—“chill.” Indi placed the joint between her lips, her arms on either side of me, looking up into my eyes. She had this immense look of starvation swirling within her irises, a look that said she was just as lost as me. A look that told me there were no more lines left to cross. They were blurred, wiped clean from our minds, just like any restraints I had holding me back.

“Light me up, Haze.” Indi bent over with her ass raised high and her arms tucked between her legs, pressing her breasts together with the blunt firmly placed between her luscious red lips. My dick profusely ached as my jeans got tighter.

Oh fuck. I’m going to hell.

The lighter clicked, and I lit the end of the blunt while the two of us looked at one another, the flame reflecting in her reddened and glossy green eyes. For a moment, I swear she was purposely toying with me. Seeing just how far she could push me before I snapped. It was a dangerous game, one I wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Indi slowly sat up, inhaling deeply before blowing a fresh cloud into my face. “Damn.” She pulled the joint from her mouth, the end stained by her bright red lipstick. “You always did know how to roll better than me.” Her light laughter filled my ears. I caught myself enjoying the view of her way too much, forcing my hungry eyes away.

Get your shit together, Haze. This is wrong. All of it.

“Don’t you dare turn away.” Indi snatched my face, forcing me to look down at her while she placed the blunt along my lip. “Now, let yourself slip away.” Her nail scraped my jawline, her intoxicating smile beaming as she took a step back and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

The smoke filled my mouth, the earthy smell sticking to the lining of my lungs as I took it all in. It clouded my vision, slightly burning my eyes. I was so focused on her, listening to the music beneath our feet and floating in the moment. “Tell me.” I gripped the blunt with my fingers, offering it back to her. “Why didn’t you like your friend hitting on me? You know, the one with the bright red hair?” I slightly choked on the smoke, coughing into my fist.

Indi gently took the blunt, taking another hit. “Mary-Jane isn’t right for you. Trust me.” Her eyebrows raised as she formed the last few words.

“Oh yeah?” My hand picked the blunt from her. “And you know what’s right for me?” I took another deep breath, purposely blowing the excess smoke into her face.

Indi cocked her head, making a face. “You’re my brother, Haze.” She gripped the buckle of my belt, yanking me closer, our faces maybe an inch from one another. Her free hand plucked the blunt from my mouth, taking an extra long hit. She pulled me closer, our foreheads knocking as she squeezed my chin, forcing my mouth open before blowing smoke directly into it like she did earlier tonight. Only this time, she was so fucking close. “I don’t like sharing you, Haze.” Her whispered words trailed behind the hot smoke. I could almost taste them, desperately finding myself wanting more—needing more.

My body was reacting, fighting back to her every move and breath. The way my brain was working, the twisted thoughts that were haunting me, telling me what to do to her, they were all wrong. So fucking wrong.

“You need to be careful, Indi,” I growled. My hands gripped the edge of the pool table, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed it, fighting back my urges.

“Or what, Haze?” Indi stared up at me, our noses merely touching now. We were so lost, the drugs and alcohol coursing through our veins, controlling our inhibitions.

“Indigo,” I growled as she placed her hands on either side of me.

“I don’t know why, but I need you Haze.” Her words were the whispered begs every man prayed to hear.

No. Fuck. My body desperately needed her too.

“Don’t you love me, Haze? Or have you forgotten your feelings for me the same as you've forgotten to come home?” Indi leaned her head back and gazed straight into my soul.

“I could never forget you, Indi.” My jaw tightened. “And you know I love you.” My thoughts were wicked beyond belief, consumed by the idea of the things I could do to her and nothing else.

“Then fucking show me.” She blew another cloud of smoke into my face.

Fuck it.

My hand grabbed the joint, quietly putting it out on the pool table before straightening my back. She watched me, cautious as to what I was about to do, my frame leering over hers while I removed my leather jacket. “I warned you.” I swear her eyes flickered at my words.

I snatched her face, purposely squeezing her hard before kissing her like it was the very thing I needed to survive. I expected her to fight me, to resist this sick thing happening between us, but she only melted into me, kissing me back as if she wanted this more than me.

Indi ripped my shirt from my body before her hands quickly removed my belt, whipping it from my jeans. I lost myself completely, ripping her tiny cropped tee down the middle, nestling my face between her full, bare breasts. I had never seen them before, but they were absolutely delicious. Her smell wrapped around my nostrils as I ran my tongue up her neck and listened to the desperate moan that fell from her lips. I had no time to play around. I wanted her. Now.

My hands gripped her ass and lifted her body in one swift motion. Her legs wrapped around my bare waist, pulling her body close against mine as we kissed, our tongues swirling together. I could feel her spine straighten and arch, purposely pressing her breasts into me, her nipples now hard as they slid along my bare skin. She liked what I was doing, and I fucking liked doing it.

“Haze,” she moaned my name back into me, lightly grinding against my body.

“Indi,” I breathed back. Her replied moans broke me.

Our bodies spun as I sat her on the edge of the pool table, forcing her legs wide. My hands trailed up her thighs, watching her body squirm and react as her head dropped back, enjoying my touch. My fingers trailed higher, grazing over her wet folds, picking up the material of her tiny red thong as I popped it against her pussy. She jolted and cried out, making my dick drip with excitement. I leaned over her body, pressing my bulge against her pussy as I kissed her neck, taking my time before my tongue met her ear. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked, the last bit of my sanity waiting for her response.

Indi’s eyes met mine. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She unbuttoned her jean skirt, eyes locked on me. “Take it off, and show me how you love me, Haze. I need to know.”

My mouth slammed into hers, the two of us groaning as we moved against each other, desperately wanting to feel more of the other. I quickly removed her skirt, dragging that dainty thong from her body. I had to stop and admire her toned body with curves in all the right places and various tattoos inked into her flesh. I couldn’t help but to salivate looking at her perfectly on display, her legs spread wide as she dripped just for me. Like a full fucking meal.

“Fuck,” I moaned, removing the rest of my clothes. I stood bare and fully exposed before her. The room was spinning as the colors of the lights and sound of the music below melted together and left us in this dreamy haze. I grasped my shaft, running the pressure of my hand down to the tip, watching it drip for her. Her eyes nearly sparkled at the sight of it.

I wasted no time stepping back between her legs. “I don’t like sharing you either,” I growled, pushing the tip against her wet body, using my hand to rub the tip against her swollen clit. Indi jolted. “I never have.” As the words left my mouth, I shoved myself deep inside her tight cunt, giving her no time to react before shoving her back onto the pool table.

My hand gripped her neck as I drove my dick into her body and fucked her senselessly. Something came over me, driving this animalistic need to pound into her, watching her take me so fucking good. I needed to feel her slide up and down my swollen shaft, to see her wetness coat my skin as I moved with the beat of the music below. Indi moaned, holding my arm as she let me fuck her, taking me like such a good fucking girl.

“Oh Indi,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Her back arched as her pussy clenched tightly around me. “I’ve dreamed of this,” she breathed. Her words were unexpected, lightly throwing me off. I wasn’t sure if I had even heard her correctly or if it was the influence of everything boiling in my brain making me hear it. But right now, I didn’t have time to press her about them. I just needed to fuck her.

“Harder,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around my body, begging me to completely bury my dick inside her. And I fucking did.

“I told you,” I warned, driving myself so deep my pelvis slammed into hers. “I’m going to break you!” Indi cried out, her mouth curled upwards.

Oh, you sick psycho. You want me to break you.

With a devious grin, I repeated the motion, quickening my pace as I knocked my pelvis into hers again and again, losing myself completely. Her body moved, her pussy dripping all over the pool table, tightening, telling me I was about to make her come. It made my body burn, knowing how good she felt.

“You don’t get to come until I say.” I moved faster, my own excitement growing. We were both so wet, so fucking wound up and ready to snap.

“Oh fuck!” Indi’s moans grew, her back arching high against the pool table, telling me she was about to come. Her nails dug into my arm. She was trying to fight it, to resist her orgasm, but I was fucking her too good. “No! No!” she cried out, her pussy contracting and pulsating around my dick, her wetness soaking me as she screamed, coming hard.

“Oh fuck!” I pulled out, replacing my dick with my fingers as I massaged her clit and fingered her wet cunt, milking her orgasm, my own rupturing from my dick all over her body. My free hand rubbed my shaft as I rocked within my grasp, fingering her pussy while I kept shooting my hot cum all over the front of, moaning as she continued to come alongside me.

“Yes,” she whispered, grabbing my dick and rubbed it along her sternum, rocking with my fingers. “Cover me!” My cum dripped all over her skin, shooting across her face.

“Oh fuck, Indi!” I thrusted into her grasp, her fingers sliding perfectly along me. “You’re so fucking sick!”

We didn’t stop, despite the exhaustion from coming so damn hard. Instead, I flipped her body around, and fucked her again from behind, losing myself deep inside her cunt as the night bled together and eventually collapsed in on itself. I didn’t remember much after that, but I know it was the beginning of something new. Something I would never forget.

Indi was mine, and just like I told her, I didn’t like sharing. I never have.