Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Hey! Evan, dude, you better get out of there! Someone called the cops!"

Fuck!

I pulled back, both of us shuddering as my cock slid out of her. Now that I was paying attention, I realized it had gotten very loud outside. I wasn't sure who it was that had warned us, but I'd have to find him and thank him later. It wasn't the first time I threw a party where someone called the cops, and it was always every man for himself.

"Oh crap," I heard her mutter.

We started grabbing for our clothes, quickly pulling them on. My pants had fallen to my knees, but I was bet—ter off. With the dim light, it was harder for her than it was for me. I opened the closet to step outside and heard and saw people running around in panic. My friend stood close by, looking anxiously at the closet and he glared at me when I opened the door.

"Dude, hurry up!" He hissed. "We gotta leave!"

"What happened," I said back, ignoring him.

He shrugged, looking frustrated. "Who knows? It's probably one of the neighbors around here, it was get—ting kind of loud outside, but whatever. You know the drill. If we don't get out now, we're dead meat."

Of course, I knew. This wasn't my first time run—ning from the cops. I turned around to say something to her, but the closet door was wide open, and I could see she wasn't inside.

Shit!

I looked around, but I couldn't see her. The crowd had lessened a bit as I followed my friend out of the room. It was too late; though, I didn't see her.

She was gone.

Anita

The cafeteria, as usual, was loud. Students grouped with their friends and classmates at the tables around the room, chatting loudly, and my friend Hayley and I were the same.

"I'm so jealous," Hayley muttered, pouting at me from across the table. "How did you end up in a closet with Evan? I was at another party and had some drunk guy hit on me and grab my ass, then had his girlfriend giving me shit when I tried to complain because she thought I was going after her man. As if I'm that kind of girl."

Her nose wrinkled in irritation. Hayley was my closest friend. Just like Evan, we'd gone through high school together, though it wasn't until our sophomore year when we were grouped for a project that we real—ized we had a lot in common and became friends. She was the first real best friend I'd ever had, and we shared pretty much everything.

So, of course, I told her about last night.

"It felt amazing," I said, sighing. "Best thing I've ever felt. So much better than doing it myself, too."

I didn't mean to admit that out loud, and the mo—ment I realized I'd said it, even before Hayley started giggling, my face burned in a fierce blush.

We both had our food in front of us, but we were too busy talking to eat. Luckily, there was some distance between our tables and the others, and there were loud murmurs in the room, or we'd be starting awkward ru—mors.

"How was it, though?" She asked, once she'd re—gained control of herself. "Was it as magical as you al—ways thought?"

I shrugged, keeping my head down, but my lips twitched into a smile. "Hayley, it was so much more amazing than that. I mean, there was a little pain, but then everything just felt so amazing, I thought I was go—ing to burst, and then it felt like I did and it was so good…"

Hayley rolled her eyes. "I've been there; you don't have to keep telling me."

Unlike me, up until last night, Hayley wasn't so shy. She was attractive, with light brown hair and matching eyes. Puberty was good to her, and in our junior year, she'd grown ample curves that had boys paying atten—tion to her. Another reason I was probably unnoticed, was because compared to her, I faded into the back—ground. My body wasn't bad, but I was shy, so I was al—most always dressed in something baggy.

I lifted my head up, pushed the hair I'd dyed back to my original dark color over my shoulder and nudged the bridge of my glasses higher up my nose over my bright blue eyes.