Jesse's little bro

Chapter 2

Road trip

Three days later Jake was in the shower when Jesse pulled back the curtain.

"Stay put, mom and dad are at the door," Jesse told him.

Jake nodded his head as his heart began beating a mile a minute.

Jesse opened the door stepping outside to meet his parents.

"Hey, what did you guys need?" Jesse asked.

"We were wondering if you've heard from Jake? He ran away a few days ago and nobody's seen him. Not his friends or anyone," Diane asked.

"No, I can't say that I have. Why would you think he would come here?" Jesse asked.

"Like your mother said. Nobody's seen or heard from him in days. This is the only other place we could think of looking for him," Adam explained.

"Well if I hear anything from him I'll be sure to give you a call," Jesse said.

"Alright, could you tell him I'm sorry for yelling at him. If you see him," Adam said.

"Yeah, I will. If I see him," Jesse said, turning back towards the house.

Getting back in the house Jesse looked out the curtains to make sure his parents were gone.

"Coast is clear little bro," Jesse called out.

"You sure?" Jake asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"Positive," Jesse said, sitting down heavily on the couch.

"Could we smoke one? Just to calm my nerves," Jake asked.

"You don't even need to ask," Jesse said, holding up a joint.

Jake sat down next to him as Jesse lit it up. After smoking it down to the roach Jake felt calmer.

"So what did Dad yell at you about anyway?" Jesse asked.

"What?" Jake asked, obviously stoned.

"Dad told me to tell you that he's sorry for yelling. What did he yell at you about?" Jesse repeated.

"Because I was a level four instead of a level five on the PARCC test," Jake explained.

"Ok, you lost me little bro," Jesse said.

"It's just a stupid test to decide whether you're ready to go to the next grade. Levels four and five mean that you're ready. I was level four," Jake explained.

"So you passed? What's the big deal?" Jesse asked confused.

"I wasn't level five. That's what he was mad about. I'm not perfect. I just wish he could understand that," Jake said, with a sigh.

"How about we get out for a bit," Jesse suggested.

"And do what?"

"Let's do a road trip," Jesse suddenly said, surprising Jake.

"I hate road trips. They're so damn boring," Jake argued.

"Not when you're with me," Jesse told him.

"Where are we going to go?"

"Does it matter?" Jesse countered.

"For how long?" Jake asked, feeling a bit more up to the suggestion.

"'Til we feel like coming back or run out of weed. Whichever comes first," Jesse said.

"Alright, when?" Jake asked.

"As soon as you get dressed and pack a few things," Jesse said, getting up from the couch and heading towards his room.

A couple of hours later the two of them were packed up and ready to leave. Jesse started up the engine of his '82 Monte Carlo and put it in drive.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Jake said, putting on a pair of sunglasses to cover his bloodshot eyes.

The two of them got onto U.S. 60 and headed west towards Arizona. After driving for a few hours, with Jake asleep in the passenger seat Jesse pulled into a rest stop.

"Yo, little bro," Jesse said, nudging Jake with his elbow.

"What?" he said irritably.

"You want to stretch your legs?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, and I got to take a leak," Jake said, opening up the door and getting out.

Both of them headed towards the restrooms. There weren't many people at the rest stop. Just a couple of bikers talking by their motorcycles. The two brothers walked past and Jesse gave them a nod. The bikers eyed the two but otherwise ignored them. After using the restroom the two of them were at the sinks washing their hands.

"How about we take a walk in the woods," Jesse said, showing Jake a joint.

"Sounds good to me, I love nature," Jake said, with a smile.

As they were coming back from their walk Jake accidentally bumped into one of the bikers.

"Oops, sorry man," he apologized.

"I ain't your man. Next time watch where you're going," the biker said, shoving Jake so hard he fell on the ground.

"Hey yo, take it easy. He's just a kid," Jesse said, coming to his brother's defense, putting himself between the bikers and Jake.

Without another word the biker punched Jesse across the face, almost knocking him down. Jesse countered with a right cross that didn't even faze the biker. In fact the man laughed at him. The second biker pulled out a retractable baton and the two began pummelling Jesse.

Jake got up and saw Jesse's keys laying on the ground. Scooping them up he ran towards the car and started the engine. Throwing it in reverse, Jake looked behind him, slamming on the gas he backed up right into the motorcycles knocking them both over with a crash. The bikers went wild leaving Jesse, they ran towards the Monte Carlo as Jake turned the wheel and threw it in drive. Slamming on the gas again he headed straight for the pair of bikers. Narrowly missing one of them and clipping the other, knocking the man to the ground. Hitting the brakes in front of his brother he put it into park, opened the driver's side door and jumped in the back seat. Jesse dived in the driver's seat with only adrenaline fueling him and took off like a bat out of hell as he pulled out onto the highway.

"You ok?" Jake asked as he looked to see if the bikers were chasing them.

"I'll live. Thanks to you little bro. I owe you one," Jesse said, as he too looked into the rearview mirror.

"We need to stop somewhere and get some medical supplies for you," Jake said.

"Let's get some distance between us and those gorillas first," Jesse suggested.

Getting several miles down the highway Jesse started to slow down but kept looking in the rearview mirror.

"I'm pretty sure we lost them," Jake said, still sitting in the back.

Unable to help himself Jesse started chuckling that turned into full blown laughter.

"What the hell are you laughing about? Those guys could have killed you," Jake asked, with obvious concern.

"Where the hell did you learn to drive?"

"Dad taught me, a little. Why?" Jake said.

"All I've got to say is that was awesome. You nailed that bitch and sent his ass flying," Jesse said, as he followed a sign that said there was a CVS at the next stop.

After stopping at a CVS and picking up some supplies the two of them found a cheap motel for the night.

"Hold still will you," Jake complained, as he was cleaning up the cuts on Jesse's face with alcohol.

"Then take it easy, bitch," Jesse shot back.

"I got to get in there so it doesn't get infected," Jake told him. "And don't call me a bitch, bitch."

Jesse did his best to keep still as Jake continued to disinfect his wounds.

"You're going to need stitches in this one," Jake said pointing at one of the cuts over Jesse's eye.

"No hospitals," Jesse told him.

"Didn't say we should go," Jake said, opening up a small sewing kit and choosing a needle. "What color do you want?"

"Hell no," Jesse argued.

"Jesse, that cut could open back up or worse it could get infected," Jake argued back.

"Have you ever sewn stitches on someone before?"

"No, but I took home ec. It can't be any different than sewing a pillow," Jake answered.

"Yeah, except there's blood and someone yelling out in pain," Jesse countered.

"It'll be fine, it should only be maybe three or four at the most," Jake said.

Puffing angrily Jesse looked his kid brother over for a minute.

"Fine but do it quickly, and I want black," Jesse said.

"Alright but I got to sterilize it first," Jake said, finding a pot in the small kitchenette. He filled it with some water, placing the needle and thread in it. Throwing away the rubber gloves he was wearing he turned towards his older brother.

"I'm going to grab some ice for your bruises while it boils. I'll be right back," Jake said, heading out the door.

Jake went over to the ice machine with the ice bucket the room provided and began scooping some up into it.

"Hey kid?" a guy wearing a flannel shirt and baseball cap with the logo of the Arizona Diamondbacks on it said.

"Yes sir?" Jake asked, being polite but keeping a distance from the guy.

"Your dad, ok? He looked pretty beat up," he said.

"He's not my dad, he's my brother. And yeah, he had an accident sir," Jake explained.

"You guys taking a trip cross-country?"

"Just decided to go on a road trip together. Why do you ask?" Jake told him.

"I was wondering if you guys would maybe need some protection? In case your brother has another accident," the guy said.

"What sort of protection are you talking about sir?" Jake asked.

The guy went back to his pick up truck and grabbed a brown paper bag handing it to Jake. He looked inside, seeing a handgun and a box of ammo.

"Fifty bucks, I'll throw the ammo in for free," the guy said.

"No offense but what's the catch?" Jake asked.

"Well, the serial numbers are filed off. That going to be a problem," the guy asked, calmly.

"Not really. How much?" Jake asked.

"Fifty bucks for all of it," the guy said.

"I got forty," Jake said, pulling out a couple of twenty and showing the guy.

"That'll do," the guy said, taking the money and walking away.

"Thanks Mister," Jake said after the guy.

"Take it easy kid and be careful on the road," the guy said, getting in his truck and pulling out, giving Jake a wave.

Taking the ice and gun back to the motel room Jake opened the door to see Jesse turning off the boiling pot.

"Took you long enough," Jesse complained.

"Yeah well I met someone while I was getting the ice," Jake explained.

"What's in the bag?"

"Take a look," Jake said, going over to the boiling pot he fished the needle and thread out with a pair of tongs before washing his hands then putting on a pair of rubber gloves.

"Holy shit, little bro. Where'd you get this?" Jesse asked, taking the gun out of the bag and inspecting it.

"Bought it from some guy for forty bucks. What do you think?" Jake asked.

"I think you're nuts kid, but I like your style," Jesse said, popping the magazine out to check if it was loaded.

"I mean about the gun. I figured after what happened today we could use it."

"I don't know much about guns. Maybe we can find a place to test it out. Make sure it works and all," Jesse suggested.

"Sounds good to me. Now sit down so I can get this finished with and smoke a joint," Jake told him.

"You know little bro you are turning into one hell of a little pothead," Jesse said.

"I blame my sibling," Jake said with a grin.

Jesse sat down and did his best to keep still as Jake stitched him up. Jesse noticed his kid brother's hands were shaking.

"You alright little bro?" Jesse asked, wincing from the pain.

"Yeah…, just still a little freaked out the way everything went today. That was crazy," Jake admitted.

"Yeah it was. And we just got started," Jesse said.

"You know Jesse, if you wanted to turn around and head back home I wouldn't be upset," Jake said.

"Is that what you want?"

"Not really, I just don't want you to go on for me if you don't want to, that's all," Jake answered.

"Don't worry about it. I need to get out as much as you do. Besides this isn't the first time I've had my ass kicked," Jesse told him.

The next day they got back on the road heading west. Pulling over into another rest stop they checked the area for any potential trouble. When not seeing any the two of them parked and headed towards the restrooms.

"Hey Jesse, you think we could blow off some of the fireworks in the woods over there?" Jake asked.

Jesse thought for a minute, realized what Jake was talking about and nodded his head.

"Sure we can go deep in there so we don't bug anyone," Jesse told him.

After getting a couple of snacks with something to wash it down they grabbed the bag with the gun in it and headed into the woods along with some empty beer bottles. Finding a good spot Jake set up the bottles on the ground in a row while Jesse loaded the gun. As far as he could tell it was a 9mm semi-auto but that's about the extent of his knowledge.

"Ok let's see if this bitch works or if you wasted forty bucks," Jesse said, taking aim.

He fired two rounds hitting one of the bottles with the second round shattering it.

"How about giving me a try," Jake asked.

Jesse showed him how to hold it properly and where the safety was. Jake fired off the first round coming close but not hitting anything. Taking a steadier aim he squeezed the trigger and hit the bottle he was aiming for this time.

"Damn little bro you could be Wyatt Earp," Jesse chuckled.

"Well we know it works," Jake said, putting the gun back on safety and handing it to Jesse.

After placing the gun back in the bag Jesse lit up a joint, took a hit and passed it to his brother.

Getting back on the road they drove for several miles singing to the music on the radio.

"You have the worst singing voice I ever heard," Jake said laughing at his brother.

"Hey I sound better than you," Jesse said, elbowing Jake playfully.

"Never said I was much of a singer, that's why I play the piccolo," Jake told him.

"So how do you think things are going to turn out once you get back home?"

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"Mom and dad know you're with me," Jesse revealed.

"No they don't, you said you told them you hadn't heard from me," Jake said, looking over.

"They're not stupid Jake. They knew you were in the house and they knew I was lying to them," Jesse said.

"How do you know that?"

"I just do little bro."

"Then why didn't they just come in and get me instead of leaving?" Jake argued.

"Maybe they figured you were obviously somewhere safe and that making you come home might do more damage then not," Jesse answered, with a shrug.

"I guess that makes sense. Kind of letting me sew my wild oats," Jake said.

"What?"

"What I mean is they're letting me get it out of my system," Jake explained.

"I want you to know that when you go back. If you never talk to me again. I'll understand," Jesse said.

"That's not going to happen. Not talking to you again, I mean. I don't care what mom and dad have to say. You're my brother. I love you and I want you to be part of my life. I want you to be at my high school graduation. I want you to be at my college graduation. I won't make you go to any recitals. So don't worry about that," Jake said.

"I will. I'll be at anything and everything you invite me to or die trying," Jesse promised, as the two shook hands.

Getting off the highway a couple of hours later they were driving through a neighborhood when they heard music coming from a house. The music was loud and bombing just like the first party Jake had been at. The difference with this one was that neither of them knew anybody at this party. Jesse pulled across the street from the party and grinned over at Jake as he started to open the car door.

"Wait a minute. We don't know any of these people," Jake pointed out.

"So what. It's a party. If anybody asks we'll tell them we heard the music and want to know if we can join in the fun," Jesse explained.

"If they say no?"

"Then we leave," Jesse shrugged.

The two of them headed towards the party as they approached the door, a girl a little younger than Jesse but older than Jake, handed Jesse a forty ounce of beer without a word. Jake pulled out a joint lighting it up, he passed it to the girl who hit it and passed it to Jesse.

"So who's party is this?" Jesse asked.

"Beats the hell out of me. I'm not from around here," she said.

"I'm Jesse, this is my little bro," Jesse introduced.

"Little bro, huh," she said looking over at Jake, sizing the boy up. "Name's Katrina, Kat for short."

"So where you from?" Jesse asked.

"Colorado, how about you two?"

"New Mexico," Jake answered.

The three of them found a quieter room to talk in and sat down. Jesse and Kat sat down on the wicker couch while Jake sat down on the coffee table across from them. Kat pulled out a small brown bottle.

"You guys partake?" she asked, offering the contents of the bottle.

"I will, none for him," Jesse said.

"It's just a little coke," Kat said.

"None for him," Jesse repeated.

"Ok, I get it. Protective big brother," Kat said.

Jake got up and began looking around the room they were in. He easily recognized it as someone's study. He saw several family photos which reminded him of home. Jake thought in the back of his mind that they should make him homesick but they didn't. That thought was strange. Anytime he went to camp or boy scouts he always got homesick but for the last two weeks hanging out with his older brother he hadn't even thought of being home.

"So where are you guys headed anyway?" Kat asked.

"Nowhere in particular. Just doing a road trip," Jesse said.

"Just the two of you?"

"Yeah, how about you?" Jesse asked.

"By myself. I left home. Got tired of my old man's drinking so I just took off. Haven't looked back," Kat explained.

"How old are you Kat?" Jake asked.

"Old enough. How about you?"

"I'm twelve," Jake admitted.

"Turned seventeen last month," Kat said, after a pause.

"How do you manage to get around? Do you have a car?" Jake asked.

"Bus, but mostly hitching rides. Which reminds me. Think I could hitch a ride with you guys for a bit? I'd chip in for gas and food," she said.

Jake and Jesse exchanged looks and Jake shrugged his shoulders as if to say it didn't matter to him.

"So what's a bit?" Jesse asked.

"Couple days would be cool," she said.

"As long as you're willing to chip in for gas and buy your own food I guess that's no problem with me," Jesse told her.

After leaving the party (putting a drunk and passed out Jake in the backseat) the three of them headed back on the road. Several hours of driving led them to their first rest stop in Arizona. While Jesse was using the restroom Jake and Kat sat at a bench talking as he nursed his first hangover.

"Man, I don't even remember what I was drinking last night," Jake said, massaging his temples.

"Better question is, what didn't you drink," Kat said, giggling at the boy.

"Yeah well I had a good time that's all I know," Jake said chuckling and quickly stopping, letting out a moan.

"So what happened to your parents?"

"What?"

"You obviously live with your brother. So what happened to your parents?" Kat asked again.

"Nothing happened to my parents. I ran away and went to Jesse's," Jake explained.

"Did they hit you or something?" Kat inquired.

"No, nothing like that. I'm what Jesse calls an overachiever. I'm a straight A student. I play piccolo and soccer. My parents have never even raised their hands to me," Jake told her.

"I don't get it. Why run away?"

"Because of the pressure. My parents think I have to be perfect at everything. I'm not. I try but I'm not," Jake answered.

"I guess the grass isn't always greener on the other side," Kat said.

"So how do you make money?" Jake asked.

"I'm not a hooker if that's what you're thinking," Kat said, a bit defensively.

"Relax, I didn't say you were. I was just asking," Jake said.

"Sorry, it's just that's what most people assume when they hear that I'm on the road," Kat said.

"So?"

"I'm a tattoo artist. Hope to open my own shop one day," Kat explained.

"Are you any good?" Jake asked.

"Sure am," she said, going over to the car and getting out a photo album from her bag.

Jake began flipping through the album.

"If you're interested. I'd be willing to do a small one on you. Free of charge, since you guys are giving me a ride," Kat suggested.

"I'd have to think about that. Besides, my parents are going to flip out when they find out I've been with Jeese all this time as it is," Jake said.

"They don't know?"

"Jesse thinks they do but I don't know, maybe," Jake said.

"Well if they're going to flip out anyway. What's a little ink?" Kat said.

"I'll have to think about it but what would be your suggestion?"

"Something with meaning. After all it's going to be on you the rest of your life," Kat said.

"How's the hangover?!" Jesse yelled out louder than necessary.

"You are not going to have any mercy on me are you?" Jake asked, rubbing his temples again.

"Nope, but I do have to admit that was a cute little blond you were making out with last night," Jesse said ruffling Jake's hair up.

"Making out. It looked more like he was trying to eat her face. You definitely need to learn to kiss kiddo," Kat said.

"I barely remember that," Jake admitted.

"That was after your fourth shot of tequila, I think," Jesse told him with a smile.

"Not that I was counting or keeping tabs but the shots were after a forty ounce and two joints," Kat chuckled.

"I'm going to go lay down in the backseat," Jake said, handing Kat the photo album before getting up and heading towards the car.

"He's cute. Reminds me of my kid brother," Kat said.

"Where's he at? Still at home?"

"No, he died four years ago. Cancer, he was Jake's age but…, at the end. He looked so much older. Mom took off after that. Dad took to the bottle. I guess it was easier than dealing with the pain of losing a child," Kat shrugged.

"What's that?" Jesse asked, pointing towards the photo album.

"Some of my work," Kat said, handing him the album.

Jesse flipped through the album for a while before handing it back.

"You do nice work," he commented.

The following night the three of them checked into a motel room. With two queen size beds the brothers took one while Kat took the other. Having gotten over the hangover from the day before Jake laid on one of the beds with his hands laced behind his head as Kat worked on the tattoo underneath his right bicep.

"Why's it say, shithead?" Jesse joked watching Kat do her work.

"Don't make me laugh Jesse," Kat said, wiping the tattoo.

An hour later Jake was looking at his new tattoo in the bathroom mirror. It read Little Bro, in script with three claw marks going through Bro.

"I'm glad you talked me into the claw marks," Jake said, wincing as he placed bacitraction on it.

"It does look cool," Jesse said.

"Now come here and have a seat," Kat said, patting the seat next to her.

Jake sat down next to Kat facing her and waited to see what she wanted.

"Now instead of trying to eat a girl's face. Try puckering your lips a little," Kat said, as she squeezed his cheeks together forcing him to pucker.

Jesse watched with an amused look on his face but said nothing.

"Now don't forget to breathe and be gentle," Kat said, as she got close to Jake and touched lips. Jake could feel her warm breath and soft lips on his before she pulled back. "Not bad but keep practicing, you'll get better."

"You know maybe you could give me a another lesson," he suggested.

"One per customer," Kat told him, ruffling his hair.

Sitting back against the headboard he sighed.

"Hey, it was worth a try," he said.

The next day they dropped Kat off at a bus station.

"Thanks for the ride guys. Remember what I said about kissing and take care of that tattoo," she said, waving them a goodbye as she headed towards the station's entrance.

"I'm going to miss her," Jake said, watching Kat go.

"Hey guys, if you're interested there's a block party going on tonight," a skinny black guy with dreadlocks said handing them a flier.

"Looks like we got something to take your mind off of Kat," Jesse said, checking out the flier.

Checking into a motel that was within walking distance from the party they began getting ready.

"I've heard of block parties but only in movies," Jake said, as he got out of the shower.

"I've been to more than a few. If it's as good as the ones I've been to, you're going to love it," Jesse said, excited.

The two of them headed towards the block party. It was obvious where the party was, the music was loud and heavy. Jake saw a stage set up in the middle with a band playing music. There were people of all races and ages hanging out. Jake could smell as well as see barbecue grills cooking up different items. Sausages, hamburgers, ribs and hotdogs, each grill had a sign advertising how much an item was. Jesse went over to one of the grills purchasing a couple burgers and two grilled corn on the cobs. Bringing it back over he divided them up between the two of them. Jake had to admit this was some of the best grilling he'd ever had. After eating they noticed a circle of people between Jake's age and Jesse's obviously passing joints around. Jesse handed his brother a couple and ushered him to follow.

"Keep one for later but spark one up as soon as we get there," Jesse said.

Walking towards the circle Jesse lit a joint and asked if they could join in. A black girl around sixteen or so and a Mexican guy around his own age made room for him.

Jake lit his own joint up, getting in-between a cute redheaded girl a couple of years older and an Asian girl of the same age with sunglasses.

Jesse introduced himself to a few people letting them know that Jake was his little bro. Jake however was involved in a conversation with the redhead and Asian girl. Jesse grinned to himself as he watched the girls take a hit, put their lips to Jake's and blow the smoke into him (Jake found out later it was called shotgunning.)

"What's your name?" the redhead asked, giving Jake a bright smile.

"My name's Jake but most people call me little bro," he said, showing her the tattoo.

"Wow, is it real?" the Asian girl asked.

"Yeah, I just got it the other day. What're your names?"

"My name's Cara," said the redhead.

"Min-ji," the Asian girl said.

"I've never seen you or your brother around before," Cara said.

"We're not from around here. We're from New Mexico. We're on a road trip," Jake explained.

"A road trip to where exactly?" Min-ji asked.

"Nowhere really, just party to party," Jake told them.

"Are you guys staying anywhere near?" Cara asked.

"Sure, the motel down the road from here," Jake said.

"The Neon?" Min-ji asked.

"Yeah that's it."

"You got any more weed? I can swipe us a bottle if you want. You think we could go back to the motel?" Cara asked.

"Sure, let me ask my brother for the key. Anything but tequila though. I've had enough of that," Jake told her as she left Min-ji and him alone.

"She likes you," Min-ji said.

"You think so?" Jake asked.

"I do too," Min-ji said, giving Jake a sideways smile.

Jake's eyes went wide with excitement at Min-ji's look.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go ask my brother for the key," Jake said rushing off.

"I was wondering where you got off to," Jesse said.

"Could I get the room key?"

"Why, ain't you feeling well?" Jesse asked, looking his brother over.

Grabbing Jesse and pulling him over to the side so they could talk privately.

"Those two girls want to go to the motel room with me. Can I get the key? Please?" Jake practically begged.

Jesse looked over at Min-ji as Cara came jogging back up to her and grinned.

"Here and don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jesse said, handing the key and a couple of joints to Jake.

"Thanks Jesse, you're the best," Jake said, as he jogged off towards the girls.

"Alright I got the key," Jake said.

"Cool I swiped a half pint of vodka," Cara said.

The three of them headed towards the motel with Jesse's blessings. The three of them talked as they walked. Jake told them a bit about himself and about school. He found out that Min-ji was an honor roll student and that Cara was into gymnastics. Getting to the motel Jake let the girls in. The brothers hadn't been there long enough to mess the place up and that was something Jake was thankful for.

"Sit where you want," Jake said, a little nervously.

Both girls sat on the bed propping up the pillows so they could lean back. Jake sat across from them crossing his legs. Cara took out the bottle of vodka, opened it up and took a drink, then handed it over to Min-ji. Jake lit up a joint, passing it to Cara as Min-ji handed the vodka to him.

The bottle and joint went around until half the bottle was gone. Putting the bottle off to the side they finished the joint.

"Let's play a game," Cara suggested.

"Truth or dare," Min-ji said.

"I'll go first," Cara said. "Jake, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Why do people call you little bro?"

"That's kinda obvious. Jesse's my older brother and that's how he introduces me," Jake explained.

"Ok, it's my turn," Jake said, looking from one girl to the other. "Cara."

"Truth," Cara said.

"Are there any boys in your school that you have a crush on?"

Min-ji couldn't keep her laughter down so she buried her face in the pillow.

"Yes, Tom Swartz. He has got the most beautiful brown eyes," she said, in a dreamy manner.

"Ok, my turn," Min-ji said, "Jake."

"Truth."

"Are you still a virgin?" Min-ji asked. Both girls held their breath for a moment while he thought about it.

"Does oral sex count," Jake asked, making the two girls look over at one another.

"Yes it does," Min-ji answered.

"Then no I'm not," Jake answered.

"My turn," Cara said "Jake."

"Come on, you guys just asked me a question," Jake whined.

"Jake, truth or dare," Cara repeated.

"Fine, dare," he said this time.

"I dare you to kiss Min-ji. I mean full on the lips kiss," she said.

"Ok," Jake said, leaning towards Min-ji he remembered what Kat had told him. Pressing his lips against Min-ji's he opened his slightly as if giving her his breath. Min-ji kissed the same way back and the two of them steadily kissed for almost a minute before Jake pulled away.

"That was good," Min-ji said.

"My turn," Jake said. "Cara."

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Min-ji. I mean full on the lips," Jake said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Fine," Cara said, leaning towards her friend. The two girls pressed their lips together and Jake could hear the smacking sound coming from them. He could feel his jeans becoming tighter around his crotch as he watched. When they finally pulled apart Jake's eyes were saucer shaped and he had a full erection in his pants.

Without a word Cara leaned towards Jake and pressed her lips to Jake's. It was obvious to him that she had way more experience at kissing than he did but she didn't seem to mind his lack of knowledge. Cara pushed him on his back as she kissed him, making those smacking sounds that he was growing to like.

Straddling him as she leaned down kissing him. Jake felt his pants being unbuttoned. When he looked down he realized Min-ji was doing it. She grabbed his pants and underwear, pulling them both off at the same time freeing his four inch hard cock.

He began to realize these two girls had done this to other guys before.

Cara got off of him only to be replaced by Min-ji who was now topless. While her breasts weren't as big as the women on the pornos he'd watched at Jesse's (whenever Jesse was in bed or out, Jesse refused to watch a porn with another guy brother or no brother) they were about grapefruit size and large enough for a good handful. Min-ji took his hands placing them on her breasts. As she ground on his cock with her pants still on. After a couple of minutes of that Min-ji got off of him. Again to be replaced with a now fully nude Cara. Placing his cock inside her she began to go up and down.

"But shouldn't I be wearing a condom," Jake asked as he felt the warmth around his cock.

"Relax," Min-ji said, kissing him as Cara rode him. "We're both on the pill."

As Cara rode him as Min-ji made out with him and occasionally pushed her breasts in his face. Jake felt himself ejaculate inside of Cara and he lay back taking in deep breaths.

Cara got off of him and headed into the bathroom, closing the door.

Jake sat up, took off his shirt and wiped himself clean.

"You think you can go again?" Min-ji asked.

"Sure, you want to smoke one," Jake asked, getting up and pulling off his socks. Now fully naked he lit up another joint just as Cara came out of the bathroom. The two kissed for a moment as Jake shotgunned her again.

"Have you ever eaten a girl out?" Min-ji asked, taking a hit and passing it back to Jake.

"No. My brother told me about it but I don't know. It sounds kind of gross to be honest," Jake answered.

"I thought you said you had oral sex?" Cara asked.

"I did get a couple of blow jobs one night?"

"So what you're saying is you won't eat pussy but it's ok for some girl to stick your dick in her mouth?" Min-ji asked.

"No, it's just…, well I guess you have a point," he said with a shrug.

Min-ji unbuttoned her pants, taking them and her underwear off at the sametime. Putting her knees up she spread her legs. Cara got right in between them. To Jake's amazement she began licking and sucking. Min-ji let out moans and squeals of ecstasy as Cara continued. Jake couldn't believe his eyes or his luck at meeting these two girls. He had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't some wet dream he was having.

"Don't just stand there, join the fun," Cara said.

"But I don't think I'm ready," Jake said.

"You don't need to just use your dick you know. Come on, I'll show you what I'm doing," Cara said, moving over to give Jake some room in between Min-ji's legs. Cara showed him where the clitoris was and the best ways to stimulate it. Jake followed her instructions to the letter and couldn't believe it when Min-ji had such a rush of an organism that she had to cover her face with a pillow to muffle her cry.

"I think I'm ready for round two," he said, getting up onto his knees. He looked from one girl to the next and when Cara motioned towards Min-ji his smile brightened.

Mounting the girl he inserted himself into her and began pumping away. Cara went back and forth making out with each one in turn. Jake lasted longer this time. When the orgasm came it was like going from 0 to 100 for the boy. Panting happily, he sat back with a smile that could brighten a cloudy day.

Finishing off the rest of the vodka and smoking another joint. The three of them got dressed and began making their way back to the party. Spotting his brother Jake went over to him handing Jesse the motel key.

"Looks like you had one hell of a good time," Jesse commented, seeing Jake's short hair sticking up in a few different places and his face flushed.

"Any chance we could talk about it later?" Jake asked, with embarrassment evident in his voice.

"Go have fun with your friends," Jesse said.

Notes:

Hope your enjoying this.

If you like original stories I've written a few in fictionpress. Under the same name.