and Andrew arrives

“Andrew!” Victoria sings, bouncing up from the couch and opening the door.

“Hey Andrew!” Louise says, standing up and finishing off her can of beer, “it’s open!”

Victoria is already at the door and swinging it open before Louise is finished. Behind the door is an older man, you would guess about 26 or 27 wearing a rumpled suit and tie. As you stand up, it is clear that he is slightly taller than you would immediately expect. He has short, well trimmed brown hair but a considerable five o’clock shadow on his angular face framed by thick glasses.

“Hi honey!” he sighs, before Victoria jumps on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him and hanging from him, a flash of something small and black and lacy between her cheeks darting into view for but a moment.

“I missed you!” Victoria giggles as she presses her face into Andrew’s chest. The plastic bag in Andrew’s hand swings about to follow his hand, resting on her pert butt as his hand wraps around her narrow waist.

“Aw, I missed you too muffin,” Andrew replies with a big grin on his face, bending down to let Victoria back onto the ground on her own two feet.

Which Victoria immediately uses to attack Andrew’s mouth with a surprisingly deep and needy kiss.

“~mhm!~” Victoria groans into Andrew’s mouth, one of her feet lifting up off the ground and popping into an upright position.

You smell something fruity. And you swear that you can hear Tatiana’s eyes rolling next to you.

“How was work?” Louise asks, stretching her arms up over her head.

Finally raising his lips from his girlfriend’s, Andrew says, “work was good, I’ve got a deposition that I have to make next week that me and the paralegals are working on all hours, and that has kept me busy-”

“Too busy,” says Victoria, sliding out of Andrew's grasp and hanging off of him theatrically, putting a hand up to her forehead with her eyes closed.

“I’m never too busy for you, my love,” he replies, wrapping Victoria up again with a little squeaky laugh from her.

“Oh my,” Louise chuckles, “we have a shot glass ready for you, by the way.”

“You already are bringing out the big guns?” Andrew laughs, giving Victoria a little forehead kiss and then releasing her to stand on her own two feet again.

“It’s a special occasion,” Louise says, looking over at you.

Andrew looks at you with a friendly smile.

“Andrew,” Louise starts, “this is John, my little brother.”

“Nice to meet you, John,” he says, quickly cutting the distance and reaching across the coffee table to give you a good strong handshake on the spot. You tense up for a moment, but are relieved when there is no electric sensation of forbidden knowledge coursing across from him to you. Andrew nods, apparently pleased with your handshake.

“And this is your shot,” Louise says, “on the house,” she adds as she hands it to Andrew.

“Am I taking this shot alone,” Andrew asks, “or is this my punishment for being late again?”

“Way ahead of you honey,” Victoria replies, “one for each,” she says, suddenly appearing out from the kitchen with a plate in her hands with four more full shot glasses on it.

You lick your lips involuntarily as Victoria puts the plate down on the full coffee table and picks up a glass. Louise, then Tatiana, and then you pick up a shot glass and raise them up.

“Cheers!” Andrew, Tatiana, Louise, Victoria, and you say in slurred unison and then knock back your respective shots. Again, there is the burning feeling of **** going down your throat and then the sweet aftertaste as you sit back down again.

“Wow,” Andrew sighs, eyes closed, “I needed that.”

“So,” Louise announces, “what did you bring us?” she asks Andrew, motioning to the plastic bag in his hand.

“Oh, just some beers,” he replies, pulling out a pint can, and passing one to Louise, then one to Victoria, then one to Tatiana, and then one to you.

“Thanks,” you say.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies, popping open his own beer with a loud crack and hiss.

“Come, take a seat,” Victoria says, patting the couch repeatedly.

“And where are you going to sit?” Andrew asks, sitting down next to Louise, making her scoot into Tatiana, and Tatiana to scoot over into you, her bare leg rubbing against your pants.

“You are my seat,” Victoria replies, sitting down, legs crossed at the knees, in Andrew’s lap.

“Oh my God,” snorts Tatiana.

“I mean if you would prefer,” Victoria says, “I could turn around and sit on him the other way,” she giggles.

“Hey hey,” Louise giggles, “there are children here,” she says, reaching over Tatiana and tapping your knee with a laugh, “please try and keep this a PG-13 experience.”

“Boo,” Victoria replies, tongue out, before settling back into Andrew’s lap.

“Don’t worry muffin,” Andrew replies, stroking Victoria’s head between taking sips of beer, “the deposition isn’t until Tuesday,” and gives her a knowing smile.

Louise looks at you across Tatiana, “I swear they aren’t always like this,” she giggles, “Vicky just gets super flirty whenever she’s drunk.”

“I am not drunk,” Victoria replies, reaching back to pat Andrew on the head.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Andrew asks, adjusting his glasses.

“Well now you’ve made it,” Louise says, pausing to suppress a little effeminate beer burp, “we can finish these off,” she taps her beer can on the side, “and then probably hit up Greek Row.”

“Cool,” he replies, casually knocking back more of his beer like it is water.

“So Andrew, are you also a Poly State grad?” you ask.

He lets out a satisfied sigh as he sets his beer can down on the table. “Sure am,” he says, wrapping his arms around Victoria's narrow waist.

“So John,” Tatiana interjects, pulling your attention back to her, “not to change the topic back, but what do you think of supernatural stuff?”

“Supernatural as in?” you ask, taking another drink.

“Well,” Tatiana says, putting her beer down and rubbing her hands together and looking down, her increasingly red face covered by her black hair hanging down in front of it, “you know, magic and witches and ghosts and stuff?”

“Well,” you chuckle nervously, suddenly tense, “I don’t know, but-”

Tatiana’s face lifts to meet yours, eyes dilated, cheeks rosy.

Part of you wants to spell out exactly what happened over the last few days. The figurine. Vernius. The dreams. The changes. The pain. The pleasure. And perhaps if you were a little more drunk and had not spent the morning clearing your mind by nutting repeatedly deep in a tight pussy, you might. But after two shots and a couple cans of beer you still have just enough sense not to spill the beans or lie but at least obfuscate the truth.

“I don’t know for sure,” you shrug, “but I think that I’ve experienced supernatural things before,” you say with a tired smile, “like, I don’t know the how or why, but I know. What about you?”

“I get that,” Tatiana says, the hard edge in her voice a little softer, “like you know, but also you don’t know.”

“Yeah,” you nod along, “something like that. What about you?”

“Well,” Tatiana says, taking a big drink from her can and then setting it down on the table, “so I’ve definitely been way into it to give a balanced opinion, like I have read too much and saw too much out there to say that there is no such thing as supernatural stuff at all, right?”

“Sure,” you comment while taking a drink from your can.

“But it's also kinda tough,” she sighs, “because, like, when you open up to people about believing in that sort of thing, a lot of the time they just think that it’s just you’re immature or gullible.”

“Ah,” you say, taking another sip.

“Like,” she sighs, “my first high school boyfriend tried to convince me he was a vampire and-”

Beer goes down the wrong hole in the instant that her statement turns your brain off and you start coughing and wheezing and oh God does your chest hurt.

“Shit,” she says patting you on the back to help burp you like a baby, “sorry I shouldn’t have said that while you were drinking.”

“Oh my-” you cough again, bubbles burning your sinuses and little tears in your eyes.

“What did you do to him?” Louise leans over, breaking out of her conversation with Victoria and Andrew.

“I told him the sparkly boyfriend story,” Tatiana chuckles sheepishly, “from way back in high school, the one who tried to make me think he was a vampire by biting me and other stuff, you know.”

“Ohh, yeah I remember you telling me about that,” Louise replies with a slow nod of understanding.

“Oh my,” you cough one more time and wipe your nose.

“On that bombshell are you two about ready to go?” Louise asks, “because we are about done with our drinks here.”

“Yeah,” you sigh wetly, finishing off your beer and standing up.

Shortly you find yourself getting ready to head out onto the town with Louise and her friends.

“Hold on,” Louise says as the others are getting ready, “let me go slip into my dress.”

A couple minutes later, Louise steps out of her room having changed into tights and a short skirted dress that has a window over her chest that exposes a surprising amount of her ample cleavage.

“Looking good, Louise,” chuckles Tatiana, looking your sister up and down.

“When did you get that one?” Victoria asks, “I’ve never seen you wear that before.”

You tear your eyes away from the boob window and they meet Andrew's. For a moment you share a look of mutual understanding.

“Oh, you know, I saw it on a sale rack at a shop downtown and decided that I just had to have it,” Louise purrs, “plus it’s really slimming on me,” she adds, turning around on the spot, pulling the hem down where it has ridden up her wide hips. The memory of her lush form hidden only by silk and gossamer flashes across your mind once more, and the heat in your chest drops down to your stomach, warming your crotch.

“So, everybody ready to go?” Louise asks. There are nods all around, and then you walk out into the cool evening air.