The Drinking Game

by Codabear247

Iggy and AJ have their own place with Fang and Alli away from Max's overbearing eye. The four of them have always gotten along so it only seemed right they would live together. But what happens when four 21 year old friends/siblings get enough time on their hands? They make their own games, and sometimes the games turn into more. AJ (OC) is Fangs sister, Alli is a friend's OC

"JESS-A!" Iggy yells fumbling through the front door of the apartment, a case of beer under his arm and a6 pack in that hand while a mikes in his other. I close my book as I look up smiling.

"There's no way that one half mikes got you that way," I say going over to help him not drop the beer.

"No." he says pointing at me, obviously tipsy.

"But a full one of these would." Fang says taking out an empty bottle of Smirnoff from a brown grocery bag. I smell it on his breath too but he knows how to hold his liquor.

"Yes." Iggy points to the bottle "but I knew you wanted mikes so I said FUCK IT! Why not? I want my baby happy." He smiles genuinely. Even when he's drunk I know he means it when he says stuff like that.

"We playing or not?!" Ally asks holding up a bottle of fireball in one hand and another Smirnoff in the other. I take a swig of Ig's beer and push him towards the living room.

"Of course!" I say and grab the case following Ig to the carpet. Skyler is at Aunt Bree and Uncle Brian's house for the week as he goes to his math seminars. Fang brings over a few beers and Ally brigs the other liquor. I turn on the TV to the Spanish soap opera network and we play the drinking game:

Someone is slapped= fireball

Someone cry's= bercarde/ Smirnoff

Someone backstabs= beer

Pick character:

Pool seen= take a piece of clothing off (by gender i.e. Guy shirtless=fang and Ig, girl=ally AJ)

Work dress= put on shirts (by gender)

After a while we run out of chips and dip that somehow had gotten over to where we were. I get up and dance my way over the kitchen, I'm only wearing Ig's button down shirt at this point. I see Ig "eying" my ass out of the corner of my eye so I give an extra swing to my step. I swing to the music in the kitchen and twirl only to have Ig catch me before I fall. He holds me tight looking into my eyes lovingly, our bare skin touching, he still has his pants on though. He kisses me patiently as I wrap my arms around his neck and we start making out. I swinging my hips as they somewhat grind into him, he turns me and picks me up puts me on the counter feeling me up. I tug at his hair a bit and he digs his nails into my lower back groaning.

"Yo! Its back." Ally yells. I grab a bag of Doritos and the wiped cream as I wrap my legs around Ig and he carries me over with his hands holding my ass. Ig lays on the couch, his head in my lap, continues to play with my legs and runs a finger down the inside of my thigh turning me on even more. That's it.

"Open" I tell him, I know he's expecting a chip but I spray some whipped cream in his mouth. He sits straight up and swallows. He flies up and picks me up in one swoop. He carries me to the room and I yell back "Night!" with a smile, a mikes in one hand and the wiped cream in the other.

He kicks the door closed behind him and drops me on the bed. I place the mikes in the night stand and press play on the iPod, Ally and Fang don't need to hear. I put some wiped cream right above my bra before he pushes his shirt down off me and licks the whipped cream off me. He already unbutton and unzipped his jeans but didn't get to pull them down so as he's holding me down making sure to get all the wiped cream, even if it got under the bra, I use my tows to get his pants down like I've done many times before.