Rehydrate yourself & save Louise

You stumble up into the light and sound of the party, still popping off despite the late hour. There are still folks dancing away under the black lights, a dude cradling a bucket laying out on the couch, clearly miserable, and folks still milling about and talking.

You step out into the kitchen, grabbing another ready-filled cup and downing it at once, wetting your parched throat. You gasp, then stumble over to the kitchen sink to refill it with actual water. As you stand there, sucking down fluids, you notice Louise of all people, backed into a corner of the kitchen, a crowd of frat bros, clearly just as piss drunk as you, gathered around her like hungry animals. She looks to be backing herself up as much as she can, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of their attention. She spots you, flashing you a worried smile and a little come-hither wave.

You slide up next to Louise, feeling 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. “Yeah, uh, babe,” you add, the words feeling alien and wrong to use to describe your sister.

The frat bros shuffle about, clearly frustrated and annoyed at your sudden interloping into their little circle around Louise. You notice they are wearing the shirts of a different fraternity, which only increases your suspicion of them and their intentions with her.

That suspicion is a two way street, based on the mug that the especially a tall, beefy bro sporting a soul patch on his chin and wearing a backwards baseball cap who seems particularly drunk and ****. "You two are dating, huh?" he slurs. "How long you been together, huh?"

Louise looks at you, letting you take the lead on the story. You grin and pull her closer. "A long while now. Since high school. Isn't that right, babe?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Yep, feels like I’ve known him forever! He's the best."

The bros seem disappointed but don't back off right away. “Are you sure bro? Are you really sure?” The one with a soul patch asks.

“That she’s my girlfriend?” You scoff, “of course, she’s mine.” You feel her tense in your grasp, either out of genuine or feigned embarrassment, you can’t tell.

“I don't know bro,” the soul patch bro continues, clearly unimpressed, “what’s the babe’s name bro?”

“It’s Louise,” you snap back at him. You feel a heat rising in your chest. Anger, perhaps, at this frat bro for calling your sister turn pretend girlfriend ‘babe,’ and you pull her a little bit tighter against you. “And she’s my babe,” you add.

Louise suddenly perks up as the music changes tracks. "Oh, I love this song! Let's go dance, babe." She grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the dance floor, the frat bros reluctantly parting to let you through.

The frat bros follow at a distance, continuing to hover nearby as you and Louise start dancing together. The song is slow and romantic. You slide your hands around Louise's waist as she presses against you. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Since when did you learn to dance?” she giggles. You can smell the **** on her breath.

“I took the same PE unit on it as you did in high school,” you reply, giving her a grin. You see her look over your shoulder where you can sense the frat bros lurking.

"I think this guy is gonna try to cut in and ask to dance with me," she says without a hint of humor. You tilt your head to the side and out of the periphery of your vision you can see soul patch and snapback bro approaching again. "You better make this look convincing!" With that, she wraps her arms around your neck, leans in, and starts making out with you, kissing you deeply.

For a moment you are shocked stiff as Louise, your own flesh and blood sister, makes out with you like her life depends on it.

Then you kiss her back, one hand roaming lower to grope her ass through her tight skirt. To complete the pretend act of course. In response, she grinds forwards against you, putting on a show. You get lost in the moment, enjoying the feel of her lips on yours, her body pressed flush against you. Her lips are hot and wet, and although you can taste ****, she still tastes sweet and soft. You feel the curve of her shapely behind through her dress, marveling at the softness and warmth of her flesh. That recurring image of her, wrapped in thin robes of gossamer and silk, ready to retire to a waiting wedding bed flashes across your mind.

Eventually you break the kiss, both of you averting your gaze as you silently go back to slow dancing.

It isn’t until after the song ends you notice the frat bro that had been spoiling to get in between you has finally given up and moved on to bother some other poor girl. Louise pulls back, flushed and laughing. "Guess he finally decided to buzz off. Some boyfriend I've got, feeling me up like that." She swats at your chest playfully.

You grin and shrug, “Hey, I’m just playing my part."

“Sure babe,” she laughs, “just glad that those guys finally got the hint," Louise says with a laugh as you two continue dancing. "You really saved my ass there, boyfriend. Those guys were getting super pushy."

She spins around in your arms, grinding her ass against your crotch as the music picks up pace. You try to focus on the conversation and not the feeling of her soft curves rubbing against you.

"So how are you liking the party so far? Must be a nice change of pace from work and classes, huh?" she asks, looking back at you over her shoulder with a grin.

You smile back at her, your hands roaming over her hips and sides as you dance. "Yeah, it's been great so far. Well, aside from the whole Tatiana debacle earlier," you say with a grimace. "But having you as my pretend girlfriend is definitely making up for it."

Louise laughs and shakes her head at your mention of Tatiana. "Ugh, that girl. I love her to **** but she can be such a drama queen sometimes. Forget about her for tonight, I'm your ‘girlfriend’ now, remember?" She winks at you teasingly, turning around to dance facing you again.

You grin back at her, giving her ass a squeeze. "Oh I definitely haven't forgotten, trust me. Best ‘girlfriend’ I've ever had." You chuckle.

She scoffs and reaches back to swat at your roaming hands again. "Boyfriend" she says warningly, but there's no real heat in it. If anything she seems to be enjoying all the attention you are giving her, if the flush in her cheeks and the way she keeps pressing back against you is any indication.

The two of you continue dancing and talking, falling into an easy banter like you always do. It's nice, almost making you forget the weirdness of the situation. Almost. Louise may be your sister but she's still fun and a relatively attractive woman. And with the **** coursing through your system, you're finding it harder and harder to ignore that fact.

OOC: As always feel free to drop questions, comments, or suggestions for the next chapter as a comment!