House Party

This submission includes some characters introduced in an earlier submission, "A Treasure Found" [Mind Control - 10/04/05]

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Tammy kneeled at the head of her bed. She looked outside the window over her headboard and watched the backyard from above where her older brother Mike had dragged a large blue plastic 55 gallon barrel from the garage. Spring break was rapidly approaching and he said he wanted one final hurrah before everybody went off in their own direction. After the break the all-night studying sessions would start as finals loomed closer, so this was the last really fun night he and his friends expected to enjoy until summer arrived. At least that was the excuse he used to talk their parents into allowing this party in the first place. Tammy knew that because she'd eavesdropped on their conversation as she normally did.

Their parents were gone on a weekend getaway and had left explicit instructions. Mike could start the party no earlier than 8:00. She had to be in her room at that time and could only go downstairs when absolutely necessary. Even though she was eighteen, the legal drinking age was twenty one and they wanted no trouble. The party had to shut down by 2:00. The neighbors had been alerted so if things got loud or out of hand the police would be called and break things up. If nothing else, her parents were always considerate of the neighbors; even more so than to their own daughter, in her unsolicited opinion.

Tammy slipped off her bed and walked to her dresser mirror. She pushed away several strands of silky, golden hair that fell into her eyes. Tammy was slender and of average height, with a gorgeous face and figure. The swell of her perky breasts and large nipples was evident beneath her red pullover half-top. It left her smooth belly exposed. A skimpy black skirt adorned her lower body, which revealed plenty of her slender, golden thighs. She chose the revealing outfit in hopes that one of Mike's friends might see her, like her, and convince Mike to let her attend the party. It was a long shot but she held out some hope.

She left her bedroom and headed down to the living room to watch a movie. Mike watched as she descended the steps and noticed her selection of clothing. He looked up and mouthed the words "No way" as he read her mind. She flipped him off and mouthed an expletive. He headed towards the back yard as she completed her journey to the living room. The afternoon melted away as a string of murders were committed, solved, and the guilty punished, all in high definition color.

Two of Mike's friends arrived at 7:15. They carted a keg of beer through the house and out the patio door. Mike tried to chase her away but Tammy adamantly refused to leave the living room until the stroke of 8:00. Tammy leaned against the back of the couch, adjacent to the path from the hallway to the patio door with an angry scowl on her face. His friends passed by without acknowledgement as they left and returned. They carted bags of ice and a cardboard box that contained a variety of brand liquor. That was when she realized it was going to be a major night.

Once the liquor had been deposited in the kitchen, all three assembled out back. Tammy moved closer to the open patio door and eavesdropped.

"...like that hot babe I see standing inside the living room," one of the friends remarked. A hopeful smile appeared on her face as she heard the compliment and she moved closer so that their actions could be observed.

"You don't want her tugging on your coattails all night, trust me." Mike didn't want any of his friends luring his little sister into the fray. This was his party. "Besides, the twins are coming."

"You don't mean 'the' twins, do you?" Surprise and disbelief could be heard in his voice. There was dead silence for several seconds as the stunned friend realized he must be kidding. "Yeah, right; but there better at least some girls coming to this thing. I don't want to stand around staring at a bunch of guys all night."

"I'm serious. They're in my Humanities class. I asked, and they said yes. They sounded pretty interested, too."

As the two friends ripped the ice bags open and carefully dumped them in the barrel around the keg, Mike pushed the long steel cylinder of the tap into the top of the keg. A small, brief geyser of beer shot up as the seal was broken. He slid it all the way in and secured the tap. The guys stood around a second and inspected their work.

"That's what I'll be doing tonight. Finding me a cute co-ed and popping her seal."

Tammy rolled her striking blue eyes and nodded her head from side to side. Guys would always be guys, she thought. Little did she know how prophetic that comment would prove to be.

"There's no way they're coming. We went to the same high school and they were both really stuck up. They never seriously dated and didn't go to any of the parties. Why now?"

"I don't know," Mike responded as he shrugged his shoulders. "But I overheard them talking once about the scandalous divorce their mom went through and that their mom had just married some cop. I don't know. All I can say is that they seemed pretty excited. I think they'll show."

"How can you tell them apart, Mike? Those girls are identical. I can never tell which is which."

Mike glanced around and smiled, as if he was about to divulge some sensitive secret. In his mind, he held the key to the door of happiness. "Physically, they are both identical. But once you get past that they have very different personalities. Ask them both if they would like a drink. Lisa has a wild side and she'll take you up on the offer. Tracy, on the other hand, is very quiet and reserved and will politely refuse. From that point, go for the one you like best."

"Now that's..."

A soft tapping noise distracted Tammy's eavesdropping. She stepped away from the patio door and walked towards the front entry. Mike and his friends had left the door open and a cute dark-haired guy stood tentatively at the threshold. The angry smirk that had adorned her face transitioned into an inviting smile as she approached. Tammy rotated her shoulders back and pressed her chest forward to emphasize the breasts she had become very proud of. She noticed when the guy checked her out; it made her all warm and tingly inside.

"Is this where Mike's party is?"

"Maybe, but it depends who you are." There was no way she was going to let this opportunity pass with a simple "Yes" and let him walk by. Tammy wanted a chance to meet this guy and talk with him for a little bit.

"I'm Pearce," he introduced himself. "So is this the place or not? Danny's standing at the trunk of his car. If this is the place, he has to bring some stuff in."

"Well, in that case, yes it is." Tammy was disappointed as she watched the opportunity slip through her fingers like water from a melted ice cube.

Pearce stepped a small distance outside and waved. Tammy caught up, stood beside him, and glanced towards Danny. At first all she could see was a slender curly-haired guy with red hair as he bent over. He stood up after he gathered three plastic grocery bags and closed the trunk with his elbow. It took several attempts to complete the task. She cringed when Danny turned around. His face was terribly scarred from bad acne that had left him unattractive. The combination of curly red hair, scarring, and his demeanor were a complete and utter turn-off. Tammy didn't realize Pearce had observed her reaction.

"His looks put people off a little bit, but he's a great guy once you get to know him." Pearce interjected as he acted the part of a wingman for Danny, but Tammy had already decided it was time to go back inside.

The look of disgust was replaced by an angry scowl as she passed Mike in the hallway. Her striking blue eyes narrowed. He glared back at her and pointed a finger accusingly. "Get your ass upstairs."

"Who died and left you in charge? Besides, it's not eight o'clock yet." It was bad enough being bossed around by her parents, but she despised the concept of Mike assuming that role.

Tammy walked into the living room and looked around. Mike and his friends appeared to be out of sight so she removed the living room clock from the wall and set the time back twenty minutes. It was a sign of sheer desperation to prolong her presence on the first floor of the house. She still hoped that a few guests might show up early, and one of them might want her to hang out. She leaned back against the back of the couch and placed herself on display.

Her location and posture didn't fool Mike when he passed back through the house again. He glanced up at the living room clock and confirmed the time. "Your fishing license gets revoked in about twenty five minutes from now. And don't bother wasting your time, little sister, because you're using the wrong bait."

"I'm eighteen and your friends think I'm hot. What wrong about that?" she yelled after him.

Tammy hated it when he called her his little sister. It made her feel like she was twelve again, and that really burned her because she knew he said it maliciously. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and frustration when she saw Pearce and Danny as they looked over at her from the kitchen doorway and chuckled. They witnessed the brief exchange and had found it amusing.

She sauntered into the kitchen and checked out the spread. Half a dozen bags of different types of chips were placed on one counter. The other was much more tempting; five different types of booze, plastic cups, an ice bucket, and two liter bottles of popular mixers. Tammy ignored Pearce and his cosmetically challenged partner. She pulled a large bowl down from a cabinet shelf. After perusing the choices she tore into a bag of barbeque chips and filled the bowl.

Mike stepped into the kitchen. "Very funny; did you really think I wouldn't find out about your handiwork with the living room clock?" Mike grabbed her left wrist and twisted hard as his other grabbed a handful of her golden hair and yanked back.

"Mike, stop it!" she angrily demanded. "That hurts, you idiot!"

"It is past little sister's bedtime," he teased in a mocking tone of voice. "Hold on to that bowl because I'm putting you to bed right now and you're not stepping one foot back down here until morning."

"I'm telling mom," Tammy threatened.

"You want threats? I'll give you threats. If I see you down here even once, I'll tell our precious mother about your little clock stunt, and that I caught you in the kitchen eyeing the hard liquor. I'm sure she won't be as protective after hearing that."

His hands painfully gripped her wrist and hair and propelled her to the stairway and up the stairs. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Mike had never treated her so harshly as this before, and it both frightened and shamed Tammy. He guided her into her bedroom and roughly pushed her down on top of the bed.

The bedroom door slammed closed. Tammy pulled the shoes off her feet and threw them at the door as hard as she could. They thumped loudly but harmlessly and fell to the beige carpeted floor. Her initial reaction was to cry, but she fought back the tears. The battle was lost but the war had yet to be won. Like a Napoleon that never admitted defeat, she had already started to plot a counter-attack in a determined spirit.

She listened as music was turned on in the living room. It was soft and muffled by the time it reached her room, but she could still hear. Sporadic laughter could be heard above the din of rap and hip-hop songs that at times spat out sexually explicit or hateful lyrics. Tammy glanced at her nightstand clock. It was almost 8:15. She lay in bed, stared up at the ceiling, and listened to the activities as they occurred beneath her room.

By the time the clock hands moved and displayed the current time of 10:00, the party was in full swing. But Tammy noticed an interesting trend. The party seemed to have moved into the back yard. When the programmed tracks of the CD player expired, the music inside stopped. Conversations and laughter drifted up from the patio and yard below her window. Occasionally a shriek sounded as one of the guys chased a girl around the yard and pulled her down to the grass for a brief wrestling and make-out session.

Tammy kneeled at the head of her bed and peered down. The floodlight above the patio door illuminated the partygoers. Mike and his buddies were clustered around six co-eds. She easily spotted the twins they talked about earlier. Tammy had to admit the dark-haired girls were strikingly beautiful, and now their earlier excitement over the twins made more sense. The wheels in her mind churned. If everybody was outside, especially Mike, why couldn't she sneak downstairs, raid the kitchen liquor supply, and maybe snag a cute college guy at the same time?

She was tempted by the thought. But if Mike caught even a brief glimpse of her in the same clothes he'd seen her in earlier, she'd be busted. Maybe if she changed clothes...

A few minutes later Tammy stood in front of the dresser mirror and critically viewed herself. Her short black skirt had been changed to red, and the pullover half-top replaced by a short-sleeved white blouse with no bra. She decided it still wasn't sexy enough. After having seen the twins, she realized the competition was fierce. Tammy un-tucked the tail of her blouse, popped the bottom buttons open, and tied the lower portion of her blouse into a loose knot just beneath her breasts. This left her smooth, golden midriff exposed. It still wasn't quite enough. Her fingers unfastened the top blouse buttons. Only the knot held her blouse closed. The top fell open and showed off a large portion of her perky mounds except for the nipples. She added a little eyeliner, smeared cherry flavored lip gloss over her full lips, and applied a light mist of perfume to her neck. Her shaken confidence was bolstered.

The nightstand clock read 10:23. Tammy's stomach churned and her body trembled in nervous excitement. It took several moments to work up the courage to open her bedroom door and descend the stairs to the first floor. She knew she couldn't sneak around because that would attract unwanted attention. She had to act like she was just another invited guest, and tried very hard to appear that way as she strolled down the hallway. When Tammy passed through the living room she saw a twin sitting on the couch with Danny. A disgusted look appeared on her otherwise sweet face as she slipped into the kitchen unobserved.

The liquor bottles had all been opened and contained varying amounts. Vodka, Tequila, Rum, Bourbon, and Scotch adorned the counter. Her fingers slipped a plastic cup from the top of the column as she considered the options. A high-pitched shriek erupted and Tammy froze. Soft footsteps sounded as they crossed over grass, and suddenly grew louder as shoes struck the cement patio. A loud thud followed as a body hit the patio doorway. Laughter ensued. Rubber shoe soles squeaked as they slid across the living room's polished wood floor. Mike's voice shouted "Lisa, I'm going to get you!"

Tammy immediately rushed into the pantry closet. She opened and closed the slatted wood door and hid in the relative safety of the darkened interior. No sooner had the door shut when Lisa rushed into the kitchen, slammed against the cooking range, and stopped. Lisa giggled as she turned her back to the range, hoisted herself into a sitting position, and awaited her punishment.

Mike appeared in the kitchen doorway. His hair was drenched with beer. He feigned anger as he glared at her across the room. He was winded from the chase and leaned against the door frame for support as he took a quick break. Lisa, on the other hand, was barely breathing hard.

Lisa held her arms out defensively as she giggled uncontrollably. An obvious grass stain smeared across his nose and forehead. "It was an accident, I swear."

"You're as quick as a rabbit." Mike was surprised by her speed and agility as he'd eaten grass twice in failed attempts to tackle her.

"That's not the only thing I have in common with rabbits." Her lips formed into an alluring smile that drew him to her like a moth to the flame.

Mike closed the distance between them and leaned forward as if to kiss her, but stopped an inch short. He gazed into those stunning green eyes, felt her warm breath on his face, and savored her wonderful scent. "You know I have to punish you."

"Ooh," she cooed with a look of excitement in her eyes. "Maybe later; I'd hate to miss the party."

"This is where the party is," Mike countered as his desire for her aggressively surfaced.

He reached down and threaded the fingers of both his hands through hers. He lifted them high up and over Lisa's head, and pinned them against the door of the overhead cabinet. He kissed those soft, luscious lips lightly, at first. It was the moment he'd fantasized about for months. Slowly he extended the tip of his tongue and outlined her lips in a coating of warm saliva. Lisa shuddered, and now started breathing hard. When his tongue pressed against the slit where her upper and lower lips met, they anxiously parted. Mike's tongue pushed deeply inside her incredibly delicious mouth. They kissed hard and fast as their passion rose.

"We could go upstairs," Mike suggested.

Lisa pulled her arms down with their fingers still interlaced. She held his hands at chest level and looked at his fingers. She released a soft sigh of relief when she found nothing unusual.

"Why are you inspecting my fingers?" Her behavior seemed a bit odd. He already told her he was completely unattached.

"Just a nervous habit," Lisa fibbed. She wasn't about to reveal any more.

"So what about my invitation?" he pressed. "It's not very far..."

"I was serious when I said I wanted to get back to the party. This will be my last time to really enjoy myself until after finals, and probably until fall semester starts." Lisa was sorry she'd led him on, but she genuinely liked Mike and thought he'd understand.

Mike didn't say a word. The look of severe disappointment and resignation on his face touched Lisa in a way she hadn't anticipated. Even though she knew he was making his emotional pain from rejection look much worse than it actually was, Lisa felt bad. Besides, she'd started it all to begin with. The only reason she came to the party was because she had a thing for Mike.

Lisa worked out an alternative. "Okay, let's compromise. Switch positions with me." She slid off the cooking range and Mike turned his back and hoisted himself up. Lisa looked down and instructed "Move about six inches to your left." He eagerly complied as she guided him above the front burner.

Her hands reached down and tugged on the front of his denim jeans until the button popped open. The tips of her long, soft fingers grasped the brass zipper tab and guided it gently down the full length of its track.

She looked up at him with a naughty-girl grin on her face as the fingers of one hand pulled the front of his underpants forward and the fingers of her other reached down inside and tenderly curled around the shaft of his semi-erect penis. It immediately stiffened as she released it from its cotton prison.

"Okay, here's the deal. As soon as you move off of the range, we go back outside." She turned the front left burner control to simmer and then flashed him a naughty smile. Lisa leaned down and took the tip of his swollen penis into her warm, wet mouth.

Mike leaned back and softly groaned in delight. Her lips and tongue felt incredible. The burner had just started heating up and couldn't yet be felt through his thick denim jeans. His penis was fully engorged as the tip of her tongue teasingly traced a path from his balls all the way up to the round tip, and then he felt her mouth taking him fully inside her mouth.