Ignore Andrew’s advice & go looking for Louise

Still reeling from catching Andrew in a flagrance in the bathroom, in the bathtub, with somebody who was definitely not his girlfriend Victoria you decide to ignore his advice to find Victoria.

“I should go find Louise,” you chuckle. Louise seems like a safe bet, you imagine, to get to the bottom of what is going on here. As if to belabor the point, you hear someone keening through the door loud enough to make your cock throb and jolt you into moving, your steps animated by fresh excitement in your loins.

You putter around the upstairs, poking your head into rooms as you go. Mostly it’s just the normal things you expect to find at a college party: people hotboxing a room with weed smoke, a couple shooting daggers at you with their eyes at you for interrupting them macking on each other, a dude crying on another dude’s shoulder and blubbering. At one point you open a door and meet the eyes of three frat bros frozen in place, having stacked a jenga tower of boxes, books, cups, binders, and bottles on top of another, snoring, frat bro’s body up to your eye level. More impressed than anything with the tower they’ve built, you slowly close the door, and keep walking.

Not finding Louise anywhere upstairs, you brave the stairs again, going slowly down them over the spilled beer and past the same couple parked half down in the dark, who are making out with each other like their lives depend on it.

Downstairs though, isn’t much better. Still kinda crowded, and somehow seems more rambunctious than before after the relative calm and quiet going on upstairs. As you come down the stairs, you pause, your swimming sight searches for familiar faces amid a tempestuous sea of strangers.

It’s actually your third eye that makes the spots in the crowded downstairs. You notice a familiar gray-white light; Louise is sitting down on the couch that you and Tatiana vacated, animatedly chatting away with a circle of people. She spots you for a second, flashing you a worried smile and a little come-hither wave.

Once you are close enough, she grabs your hand and pulls through the little circle of guys sitting around her and pulls you down to sit next to her. You feel her arms wrap around your waist and cinch tight. She leans into you, clearly relieved. "Hey babe," she says loudly, playing it up. "I was just telling these guys about my amazing boyfriend." She looks up at you, eyes pleading to go along with her ruse.

“Oh,” you reply, a little surprised but nevertheless wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her tight against your body in reply. “Yeah, uh, babe,” you add, the words feeling alien and wrong to use to describe your sister, but you can feel how hard she's holding on to you.

You look around you, and find yourself now alongside Louise in the middle of an uncomfortably tight circle of frat bros in various states of drunkenness and desperation based on the smell.

The frat bros eye you appraisingly but don't back off. Trying to make conversation, you ask about their majors, their fraternity, how they think the school football team will do this year. But they're too drunk and horny to be engaging, leering at Louise and giving dismissive grunts in response to your questions.

"So, how do you two know each other?" asks one of the frat bros, still leering at Louise while taking a swig of his drink. He's a beefy looking guy, easily six feet tall and five feet wide, you have to imagine probably a linebacker on the football team or something.

"Oh, we're childhood friends," Louise replies quickly, snuggling closer to you. "Isn't that right, babe?" She gazes up at you with those big brown eyes, pleading with you to play along.

"Yep, that's right," you nod, squeezing her soft side affectionately. "Even back when we were little I couldn't take my eyes off her. And I think she's the most beautiful girl in the room." The words feel strange to describe your sister as they tumble out of your mouth, but the **** lubricates your lips to move regardless. And you have to admit, eyes ranging over her in a sidelong glance, that in that dress she doesn’t look half bad.

Louise blushes and smiles, clearly eating up the compliments, more than a little drunk herself. The frat bros look clearly annoyed that their potential quick conquest is being cockblocked by you.

"You're so sweet," Louise says, resting her head on your shoulder. She turns to the frat bros. "Isn't he just the best boyfriend?"

They grunt noncommittally, still eyeing Louise hungrily and clearly having not entirely given up. You notice one of them staring at her ample cleavage, practically drooling on himself. Another is leering at her thick thighs through her tights, exposed by the short skirt of her little black dress. You feel a surge of protectiveness towards your sister.

You lean in and give her a quick peck on the cheek, trying your best to play the part of the doting boyfriend. "You're right, I am the best boyfriend," you say with a smirk. "And you're the most beautiful girl in the world, babe."

Louise giggles and blushes, clearly enjoying the attention. She leans in and nuzzles your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. "You're so sweet," she murmurs. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

The frat bros seem to be getting more and more agitated, clearly not happy that their plans to get with Louise have been thwarted by her 'boyfriend' showing up to rain of their parade. One of them, a tall skinny guy with a mop of curly hair, speaks up. "If you two are so in love," he slurs, "then prove it. Kiss her."

Before you can respond, planning to snap and tell him to fuck off, Louise turns to you with a mischievous grin. "Oh, he'll do more than that, won't you, babe?" She says, her eyes sparkling with drunken daring. And with that, she grabs your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

You're initially taken aback by the suddenness of it all, frozen in shock. But as her soft lips press against yours, you find yourself thawing and then melting into the kiss. Your hands roam her curves, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress under your fingertips. She moans softly into your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair.

The frat bros whoop and holler, clearly impressed by the intensity of your make out session at their request. But you barely even notice them, already too lost in the sensation of Louise's body pressed against yours, the sweet taste of her tongue mixing with beer and her chapstick. The world beyond you two falls away into a din, your mind flashing back to wondering if Louise actually would look like that under a gossamer sheets, eyes smokey with want, waiting for the sun to go down and retire to a waiting marital bed to consummate a most holy of decidedly unholy relationships.

After what feels like an eternity, Louise finally pulls away, both of you red faced and panting heavily, your heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss. Louise is still pressed up against you, her body warm and soft. You can feel her heartbeat thudding through her dress, syncing up with your own.

She turns to the frat bros with a triumphant grin. "See?" she says breathlessly. "Told you we were in love.”

However by now most of the frat bros are long gone, having wandered off looking for easier marks while you and Louise were busy making out like your lives depended upon it. Those remaining frat bros just stare at you two, drunkenly slack-jawed and wide-eyed, with stiffies popped.

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