Resident Evil-Rival
A/N-Im bringing Steve back to life.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything!
Chris walked briskly towards Jill's house with a large soccer bag in his hand. Stepping up the small, stone flight of stairs, he walked up to the door and rung the doorbell. Rebecca came to the door.
"She got you into this too?" Chris asked restlessly, as he stepped into the house.
"Yeah," Rebecca replied.
"Why would she wanna have a sleepover anyway?" Chris questioned.
"Beats me," replied Rebecca.
"Do you know who else is coming?"
"Claire and Steve," Jill called from upstairs.
"Who's Steve?" Chris asked.
"Claire's boyfriend."
'Oh, you mean that jackass, Steve Burnside?' Chris thought.
WHAM! There was a loud bang on the door. In a matter of seconds, Chris opened his bag and took out a VP70.
"What the hell'd you bring that for?" Rebecca exclaimed.
"For what just happened," answered Chris.
Then the door burst opened and in plopped Steve, bags toppling all over him. Chris tossed the gun back in the bag. Then Jill came downstairs.
"What happened?"
"Couldn't handle his bags," said Chris and Rebecca at the same time. Claire came walking in after Steve. She walked over to Chris and gave him a hug. Steve was finally getting up from the ground now.
"Oh ya, you give your brother a hug but not me!?" Steve complained. Until Chris finally looked at Jill. He hadn't realized how pretty she looked tonight. She was wearing a satin blue miniskirt and a red tube top that had the word "Rebel" spelled in sequins across her chest. Her hair was pushed behind her shoulders revealing her long, slender neck. 'God,' Chris thought. His daydreaming was broken by the words of his Goddess.
"Hello Chris, want a drink?"
"Vodka!" Chris shrieked, unintentionally. He hadn't wanted to be broken away from her at all. Rebecca nudged him.
"What was that all about?" she whispered.
"Oh, nothing," he replied. Steve put the bags against the staircase.
"I'll have a beer," he called into the kitchen.
"Water for me," Claire piped up. Rebecca plopped down on the couch opposite from what looked like a home theater system. Chris sat down too. Steve was looking all around the house.
"Dam, how can she afford all this shit?!" he asked.
"By working, which you need to start doing," replied Claire. She sat down on a recliner.
"Where am I gonna sit?!" asked Steve.
"Do you _ever_ shut up?" asked Chris.
"Geez, what's your problem?" Steve shot him an angry glance. Jill walked into the room and set the drinks on a table. She took her seat next to Chris. The heat radiating off of her body made Chris want to rip off all of her skimpy clothes and make love to her there on the spot. But he knew that he had to resist his urges, even though lust was overtaking him. He got up and grabbed his vodka off the table. Maybe some hard liquor could set him straight.
Rebecca picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"Okay, I rented "Saving Private Ryan," "Domestic Disturbance," and "Hannibal," said Jill. "Which one do you want to watch first?"
"Blood, guts, nothing we haven't seen before, right?" joked Rebecca. Jill popped "Domestic Disturbance" in the VCR.
"I'll go make some popcorn," Claire said, walking into the kitchen.
"I'll join you," said Steve. A minute passed. Chris chugged some vodka down, quickly.
"Easy there," said Rebecca. All of sudden, they heard a loud crash in the kitchen.
"What the hell?!" said Jill. They all walked into the kitchen to find Steve and Claire on the counter. Steve had his hand up Claire's shirt and she had her hand down his pants. Claire's remaining hand was embedded in his hair.
"I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see that," Chris said, with a disturbed look on his face. While saying that he wished he could go even THAT far with Jill. The most he'd gotten to when he dated her was kissing.
"So is the popcorn ready?" asked Rebecca sarcastically. They all walked back into the other room uncomfortably. Chris sat down and munched on popcorn and drank the last of the vodka.
Midway through "Saving Private Ryan," Rebecca fell asleep. After that Claire and Steve changed and fell asleep in the same sleeping bag. Chris didn't think they'd do anything that bad. They shut off the movie but left the TV on. Chris walked over to Jill.
"Jill," he said nicely.
"Yes?" she replied.
"I-I still have feelings for you..."
"Oh, Chris..."
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, it's ok, I do too."
Chris reached up and started to pull down the top of her tube top but she pushed his hand away.
"No, not now. Not here, anyway."
"Then where?"
"Upstairs, now," she hissed.
***
Chris hopped onto the bed. Jill climbed on after him. He started by taking off the mini skirt. Then the tube top. He pressed his body close up against hers and they both moaned in pleasure as Chris slid his tongue inside of Jill's mouth. Then they heard a crash. She pulled her shirt back on. Then she grabbed some shorts. They went down the stairs to find a dead cerberus and Rebecca holding a gun.
A/N-Im bringing Steve back to life.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything!
Chris walked briskly towards Jill's house with a large soccer bag in his hand. Stepping up the small, stone flight of stairs, he walked up to the door and rung the doorbell. Rebecca came to the door.
"She got you into this too?" Chris asked restlessly, as he stepped into the house.
"Yeah," Rebecca replied.
"Why would she wanna have a sleepover anyway?" Chris questioned.
"Beats me," replied Rebecca.
"Do you know who else is coming?"
"Claire and Steve," Jill called from upstairs.
"Who's Steve?" Chris asked.
"Claire's boyfriend."
'Oh, you mean that jackass, Steve Burnside?' Chris thought.
WHAM! There was a loud bang on the door. In a matter of seconds, Chris opened his bag and took out a VP70.
"What the hell'd you bring that for?" Rebecca exclaimed.
"For what just happened," answered Chris.
Then the door burst opened and in plopped Steve, bags toppling all over him. Chris tossed the gun back in the bag. Then Jill came downstairs.
"What happened?"
"Couldn't handle his bags," said Chris and Rebecca at the same time. Claire came walking in after Steve. She walked over to Chris and gave him a hug. Steve was finally getting up from the ground now.
"Oh ya, you give your brother a hug but not me!?" Steve complained. Until Chris finally looked at Jill. He hadn't realized how pretty she looked tonight. She was wearing a satin blue miniskirt and a red tube top that had the word "Rebel" spelled in sequins across her chest. Her hair was pushed behind her shoulders revealing her long, slender neck. 'God,' Chris thought. His daydreaming was broken by the words of his Goddess.
"Hello Chris, want a drink?"
"Vodka!" Chris shrieked, unintentionally. He hadn't wanted to be broken away from her at all. Rebecca nudged him.
"What was that all about?" she whispered.
"Oh, nothing," he replied. Steve put the bags against the staircase.
"I'll have a beer," he called into the kitchen.
"Water for me," Claire piped up. Rebecca plopped down on the couch opposite from what looked like a home theater system. Chris sat down too. Steve was looking all around the house.
"Dam, how can she afford all this shit?!" he asked.
"By working, which you need to start doing," replied Claire. She sat down on a recliner.
"Where am I gonna sit?!" asked Steve.
"Do you _ever_ shut up?" asked Chris.
"Geez, what's your problem?" Steve shot him an angry glance. Jill walked into the room and set the drinks on a table. She took her seat next to Chris. The heat radiating off of her body made Chris want to rip off all of her skimpy clothes and make love to her there on the spot. But he knew that he had to resist his urges, even though lust was overtaking him. He got up and grabbed his vodka off the table. Maybe some hard liquor could set him straight.
Rebecca picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"Okay, I rented "Saving Private Ryan," "Domestic Disturbance," and "Hannibal," said Jill. "Which one do you want to watch first?"
"Blood, guts, nothing we haven't seen before, right?" joked Rebecca. Jill popped "Domestic Disturbance" in the VCR.
"I'll go make some popcorn," Claire said, walking into the kitchen.
"I'll join you," said Steve. A minute passed. Chris chugged some vodka down, quickly.
"Easy there," said Rebecca. All of sudden, they heard a loud crash in the kitchen.
"What the hell?!" said Jill. They all walked into the kitchen to find Steve and Claire on the counter. Steve had his hand up Claire's shirt and she had her hand down his pants. Claire's remaining hand was embedded in his hair.
"I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see that," Chris said, with a disturbed look on his face. While saying that he wished he could go even THAT far with Jill. The most he'd gotten to when he dated her was kissing.
"So is the popcorn ready?" asked Rebecca sarcastically. They all walked back into the other room uncomfortably. Chris sat down and munched on popcorn and drank the last of the vodka.
Midway through "Saving Private Ryan," Rebecca fell asleep. After that Claire and Steve changed and fell asleep in the same sleeping bag. Chris didn't think they'd do anything that bad. They shut off the movie but left the TV on. Chris walked over to Jill.
"Jill," he said nicely.
"Yes?" she replied.
"I-I still have feelings for you..."
"Oh, Chris..."
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, it's ok, I do too."
Chris reached up and started to pull down the top of her tube top but she pushed his hand away.
"No, not now. Not here, anyway."
"Then where?"
"Upstairs, now," she hissed.
***
Chris hopped onto the bed. Jill climbed on after him. He started by taking off the mini skirt. Then the tube top. He pressed his body close up against hers and they both moaned in pleasure as Chris slid his tongue inside of Jill's mouth. Then they heard a crash. She pulled her shirt back on. Then she grabbed some shorts. They went down the stairs to find a dead cerberus and Rebecca holding a gun.