Initiation rites

“Alright you big baby. You can quit that screaming now, we're here.”

I took a moment in the car to let my heart rate fall. Stepping out of the car with legs that felt like jelly.

“I've never seen someone run thay many red lights without getting caught…”

“Most were still yellow.” Candi said. “And what's the point in stopping for a red light when there isn't even anybody around?”

“Because it's just what you do?” I told her.

Sam just rolled her eyes hearing me. I could tell she wanted to say something, but wouldn't after how adamant Candi had been about me being here.

Why did Candi want me here so bad? After having most of my hornyness shaken from me on the drive over, I was starting to question this idea more and more. Was fucking me some twisted goal of hers? An achievement she could boast about? Having taken the virginity of her girlfriend's brother? She seemed like the kind of fucked up person who would want the notch on her wall.

Not that I was much better than her.

“Go upstairs and let them know we're here.” Candi told my sister. “Me and the dweeb here will bring the shit in.”

Sam headed off into the terraced housing, a wall of buildings two stories high each with their own balconies. Music drifted in the air from multiple sources and there was a distinct smell in the air I couldn't quite place.

“So, what's your answer?” Candi asked me. Leaving me in a confused silence for a moment and then rolling her eyes. “My tits dude. Do you wanna see them or not?”

“Oh.. umm.. fuck…” I could still leave. Get off this wild ride before I did something that might permanently damage my relationship with my sister.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

Apparently the terror from the drive over hadn't completely killed my bones.

“That's a good boy.” Candi said in the same tone she used in my sister. It was….surprisingly effective.

Candi walked away to the back of her car. Opening it up and grabbing some bags from it. She passed on to me and noticed the dumbfounded and hopeful look in my eyes.

“What? You think I'm just going to pull them out right here?” She laughed and gave my cheek two pats. “God you're just as naive as your sister was.”

She walked towards the door, leaving Mr to catch up. Was that it? Did I remind her of how my sister used to be? Before her own influence changed and corrupted her?

Candi pivoted around, stopping Mr in my tracks right in front of the door.

“If you want to see my tits. Then you'll have to lose on purpose.” She smiled with a devilish grin. “Understand?”

“Yeah.. umm. Lose at what?”

She ignored my question and pushed through the door. Leading us up some stairs and through a door, both of which looked like they had seen better days.

“Let's get this fuckkn’ party started!” Candi screamed as way of announcing our arrival.

The place was pretty small, a living room with a connected kitchen and only a couple of other rooms. With only a lounge, TV and table the place managed to feel cramped. What was likely once decadent wallpaper was aged and fraying, the carpet not the kind you wanted your bare feet on and a roof that looked like it was about to collapse and kill everyone inside.

Sitting in a mat between the couch and TV was a girl as thin and flat as a TV. She had her legs wrapped around her head, her bare feet noticeably dirty. In one quick motion she rocked herself forward and unfurled as she sprung up to her feet. Smiling at me with the kind of eyes you only see in cultists.

“So this is the little brother!” She said, with a kind of childlike curiosity. “I love your hair!! Can I braid it for you?”

“Uhh… no thanks.” The woman leaned in close to me. Wide eyes inspecting my face like she had a microscope. “And we're the same age.”

“Don't act all defensive about it.” Sam said. Getting off the couch to help Cadi unpack the bags. “Two minutes younger is still younger.”

“Your aura is just as gloomy as hers.” The weird woman said with the same amount of bubbliness. “Can I give you a reading?”

“Do it later, Tands.”Candi grabbed the bag I was holding. Pulling out a bottle of vodka from it. “I wanna get drunk before you start your voodoo shit.”

“Please don't call the esoteric arts ‘voodoo shit.’, you know I hate that.”

“Predict some lottery numbers and I never talk smack about your skills ever again.” Sam brought her five glasses and Candi started pouring. Mixing a lot of vodka with a couple other bottles and stirring them all. “That's a way better use of the arcana, don't you think Finn?”

She held one of the glasses in front of me. Trying to hand it to me. I hesitated in grabbing it and there was a silence. A silence I stupidly felt the need to fill.

“We're not old enough to drink yet….” I hated myself for saying it the moment it left my mouth.

Sam audibly groaned into her hand while Tands tried to keep a straight face but let a giggle slip. Candi just raised an eyebrow and shook her head slightly.

“Open your mouth.”

“It's okay, I'll take it.” I tried to grab the glass but she pulled it back. Grabbing my mouth and sticking her fingers into my lips.

“Open that mouth before I open it for you.” She didn't sound angry, but there was a power in her voice. A calm confident strength that came from knowing she was going to get what she wanted.

“Go on honey.” Tands said. Watching the exchange intensely. “This is a safe space.”

I did as she bid. Opening my mouth a little and letting her fingers get a foothold inside it. Gently but firmly she pressed them down. Telling me without words to open it wider.

“Bring us a shot of vodka babe.” Candi called out. Holding my mouth in place and moving closer to whisper in my ear. “Let's see how much of a man you really are.”

Sam brought the shot glass of clear liquid and handed it to Candi, taking the drink from her. Candi held it in front of my eyes, letting me take it in.

“You've never had any **** before now have you?” She asked in a condescending tone.

“Nuhh” I mumbled as best I could with her hand in my mouth.

“Well with a shot of pure vodka like this, the trick is to down it as quickly as possible.” She was smiling. Intensely enjoying holding me like this. “It burns. It burns really bad. So you want to swallow it as fast as possible.”

I nodded. Looking around at the other two girls. Sam was sitting back and sipping her drink, enjoying the show. While Tands was still watching up close. Studying my every motion.

“I'm not going to give it to you quickly.” She gripped my jaw harder. A show of **** to say that she was in control here. “I'm going to slowly drip it down your tongue for as long as I can draw it out.”

I looked deep into her eyes and saw she was being serious. There was something deeply unsettling about how unhinged and thrilled she looked right now. It gave me more chills than the near **** experience in the car had.

“So, the game then is simple. Finish the glass without coughing it up and you win.” She paused for just a moment. Raising her eyebrows twice in quick succession. “Cough it up our bitch out and struggle, and you lose.”

“What's the prize for winning or losing?” Tands asked. Tilting her head slightly.

Candi looked up and hummed, pretending to think. But I could tell she already had this planned out. Her words ‘If you want to see my tits…lose on purpose.’ Ringing in my mind.

“Would you mind taking him to your bedroom and giving the little stud a hand job if he wins?” Candi asked Tands

“Uughh, gross guys.” Sam interjected. “Do we have to do shit like this with my brother?”

“I think that'd be fun!” Tands said. Like she was agreeing to paint somebody's nails or help them pick an outfit.

“Great.” Candi started to move in to pour the shot, but I flinched back before she could.

“Auhh, Ihhff, Ah, Hlooose?” I grunted out. Staring into Candi's deep brown eyes, framed darkly with layers of eyeshadow.

“Mmmmhmmm. If you lose…. I think it'd only fair if you give the same prize to all of the ladies here.”