Alex

I stared at May across the club, sitting on some guy's lap and taking small sips of the drink he'd bought her. She because aware of my looking, and glanced over, our eyes catching each other's for a brief moment. She then turned away, her attention back on the guy she was sitting on. He was talking fast, an arm wrapped around her waist. She cut off his words with a kiss, placing her drink down and cupping his face. My fingers twitched, and I looked at Jack beside me. He gave me a sad smile as he followed my previous line of sight.

'She'll be fine. I want to go and kick that guy's arse too. Drink?'

I'm quite sure of how much I wanted to kick his arse, but I'm sure we both had different reasons. Jack, because it was brotherly instinct, and me because I wanted to be the one she was kissing. Sliding her hands all over my body. Whispering my name in my ear.

'Lex?' Jack gave me a push to break my reverie.

'Hmm?' I said, turning back to face him. I placed a kiss on his lips, before taking a sip of my drink he had ordered. Jack stared at me hungrily, wanting more. We had been at the bar for about an hour and a half now, and were skating the thin line between tipsy and drunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw May stand up, and pull her new "friend" onto the dance floor, where they started making out. I called the bartender over and ordered Jack another drink, signaling that we were going to go across to one of the more private booths. Jack smiled after me, and I felt his gaze on my behind, which I swayed from side to side for his amusement.

'That's making me dizzy.' He said, clasping his arms around my neck and leaning heavily on me.

'So stop staring, Einstein.'

'But I can't. Your ass is too beautiful not to be stared at.'

I chuckled, sitting down and pulling Jack onto my lap so that he was straddling me and I had my back to the wall. 'Of course.' I whispered, pulling his lips to mine. We kissed slowly and smoothly at first, my arms around his waist and his arms looped around my neck. I shoved my hands into his back jean pockets as the kiss deepened, squeezing gently as he pushed his upper body against mine, tangling his fingers in my hair. I broke the kiss and started kissing his neck, searching for May as I did so.

The dark interior of the bar made it hard for me to find her, but I did. She was making out with the guy, her hands mimicking mine and placing them in his pockets. He had his hands either side of her face, guiding their kisses. I smirked, knowing that she hated that. She liked to dominate at times, and she couldn't be if he was holding her. A cough later and Jack and I pulled away for good, seeing a bartender standing next to us with Jack's drink in one hand and a sly smile upon her face.

'Gentlemen, your drink?'

'Oh, yes. Thank you.' Jack said, reaching behind him to retrieve the beverage. He passed her a tip, which she accepted and in return he received a kiss on the cheek. I have him a cheeky slap on the butt and he laughed, quickly diving in for another kiss before grabbing his drink and fiddling with the straw.

'What is with you and your fascination of straws?' I asked as he tried to find it with his tongue, leaving a hand around my neck and the other one holding the glass. He shrugged, smiling at me.

'You find it sex-ay!' He exclaimed, moving his hips slightly.

'No, Jack, don't do that.' I reprimanded him, trying to inch back. Jack only continued to do it, stopping when his drink fascinated him once again with its advanced straw-moving abilities. Jack finally unhooked his arm from around my neck and grabbed the straw, taking a deep gulp.

'Not too fast! Head rush!' I said, grabbing his head and shaking it slightly.

'Not nice, Lexy.' Jack moaned, closing his eyes. I apologised with a chaste kiss. 'Hey, that's nice, don't stop that.'

'What, kissing you?' I replied, pulling him back down. He sighed as I reattached our lips. I missed this, kissing him. I did have feelings for Jack. There was no doubt in my mind. But his sister. She intrigued me. She was secretive, and played hard to get. Her emotions were harder to read than Jack's, who was an open book. And now, she wanted to get back at me. She wanted me to feel the pain she felt when I went back to Jack without a second thought. I used my new found anger at her to make mine and Jack's kiss more passionate. I kissed him harder, which he mistook as urgency, for longing. He slid his hands up my shirt and massaged my shoulders, and I moved the kiss from his lips to his jawline, where some growth was due to the fact he hasn't shaved in several days. I dotted kisses all over his chin, and his hands stopped massaging me, simply applying pressure as he responded to the pleasure. But I couldn't get one person's gaze to be relieved of me the entire time. May's.

We crashed home at two in the morning, Jack so drunk he could barely stand, thanks to the alcohol we had pumped into him. He passed out and I laid him on the couch.

I turned and saw May standing in the middle of the living room, her hair messed up and her makeup smeared. Her dress clung to her body in all the right places, and a strap was falling off one shoulder, giving a nice view of the black bra that lay underneath. In her hands, she held her purse. She walked forward, uneasy on her suddenly flat feet since she had discarded of her heels as soon as we had stepped foot inside.

A stinging sensation to my cheek followed the loud crack as her hand made contact. 'How dare you.' She said.

'What do you mean?'

'I mean you being all over my brother.'

'He's my boyfriend,' I pointed out, 'I can be all over him if I want to be.'

'Its disgusting. You disgust me. You have the perfect relationship with him, yet you fool around with me. String me along.' She paused, her dark eyes flashing dangerously. 'If he found out, you'd be breaking his heart.'

'Why would it only be my fault? He's your brother. Surely you know right from wrong.'

'I'm sorry, Lex.' She murmured suddenly.

'So am I, May.' I said, pulling her into a hug.

'Not just about Jack. About hitting you.' She reached up and pressed her cool fingers to my face. She pulled me down and kissed my cheek. I felt dizzied by her presence, and as she turned to face me, I pressed a kiss to her lips. She returned it eagerly.

'This is wrong,' she said softly.

'But it's so right.' I countered. She nodded, pulling me back down.

I slid my hands down her body, resting my hands on her waist, massaging her hipbones. She threaded her fingers in my hair, so similar to her brother earlier in the night. She started walking backwards, towards the bedroom. I kicked the door closed as we entered, and we broke the kiss as we heard the resounding bang. Jack didn't stir, and I threw May down on the bed, and I climbed on top of her.

'What are you doing, Alex?' She asked mischievously. She was in the process of pulling my shirt off, and I was trying to remove her dress. 'Not very nice of you,' she continued, wrapping her legs around my waist and arching her back as she pulled my shirt off, trying to create more space for the fabric. She rolled us over and stood up, slipping off her dress playfully, slowly, as the tension between us grew. She was wearing what I assumed were her new lingerie. They were black and lacy, revealing, but hiding enough that some was left to my imagination. She crawled back onto the bed, and we continued to kiss, and I soon managed to discard all of her clothes and vice versa.

- - -

I woke up, my head reasonably clear. I shook it, looking at the time. Flashbacks from last night entered my head, and I smiled sweetly to myself.

'Alex?' A voice asked from the doorway. 'Why are you smiling?'

My heart started beating faster. 'And why did I wake up on the couch, and you in my sister's bed?'

Notes

Title credit: Oh, Calamity - All Time Low
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