Page 19 of Claimed and Shamed

“No way! MMA sounds way more fun and fulfilling than a life in politics. You would be bored shitless!” She laughs and I can’t help but join her, because she’s right. I would be bored out of my mind. I keep telling my parents politics isn’t for me, but they won’t listen. No one listens, except Stevie.

I couldn’t describe the feeling, but her acceptance of my passion made me almost weak. But I shook it off. I couldn’t catch feelings. This is just sex. If she came to a fight, she would just be just your best friend’s sister. That’s it. That’s all. Nothing more.

I know I am only trying to convince myself, but it’s what I have to do.

***

Our first time was Stephanie’s freshman year. It was the weekend before classes started, which is the biggest party weekend. Sawyer and I were showing Stephanie around the college and, of course, we knew where the best parties were and that they were where we could keep an eye on her.

Our frat was throwing a beach-themed party that Saturday night and we told Stevie about it; however, neither of us was prepared for her to show up in a white two-piece string bikini.

“Bro, is that your sister?” Jonathan, one of our frat brothers, walked over to us. “She looks just like you man, except hot and a girl.”

He laughed, sounding like an idiot and both Sawyer and I glared at him. When we turned in the direction he was looking, there she was.

Her skin was smooth, hairless and completely exposed. The bikini was a thong, so her perfect ass perked out as she walked and bounced just a little. The strings tied on either side of her hips. The top just barely covered her breasts, but it seemed tight enough that she wouldn’t have a nip slip. It was tied in the middle of her back as a halter-top. She wore some white Nike’s with it and left her hair long, straight, and hanging down her back.

She looked a total knockout.

“So that’s what she came to do? Came to college to be a skank and show off in front of all these boys, as if they aren’t going to try to get with her?” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “This may be my brotherhood, but I will fuck up anyone who touches my sister.”

Sawyer announce that to all the guys around and they all held their hands up in surrender or walked away, still looking though.

“Looks like it’s not us you have to worry about. I don’t think Keith heard that.” Jonathan points to a guy who was already handing Stephanie a drink and they were laughing and talking.

“Oh come on, Stevie. You can do better than Keith.” All three of us watch her laughing as Keith shoots his shot, and to our surprise, he invites her to dance and she accepts. She puts her drink down and Sawyer and I make sure she hasn’t drunk a sip of it. No one in our frat is known to do roofies, but there are other guys here and someone could have spiked the punch. It’s happened before.

We watch as they dance, at a distance at first, and then Keith starts to get closer, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her to him. He spins her around and presses her butt against his pelvis as they sway to the beat of the music. Stephanie doesn’t look uncomfortable and seems to be enjoying herself.

Somehow, that’s worse.

“Watch it buddy…” Sawyer’s brotherly protectiveness is kicking in and his eyes are glued to them as he drinks his beer.

He has an excuse. What’s mine?

My fists are clenched and I feel my skin getting hot like it always does when I get angry. Watching his hands on her hips and knowing he probably had a boner made me want to rip them apart.

But why? She’s just my best friend’s little sister.

I watch as they separate and it seems that Stephanie is going to the ladies’ room, which is right by my room. It’s not really a ladies room, it’s just the only bathroom we let the girls use because it’s the closest to the common area. Before I know it, I’m chugging my beer and some spills on my white shirt.

“Hey man, you’re getting beer all over yourself!”

“Aww fuck. Let me go to the room and change my shirt. I’ll get a tank top or something because it’s too hot in here for this shirt anyway.”

“Alright man.”

I make my way to my room, but I don’t see Stephanie. I knew she hasn't left the bathroom yet, because I didn’t pass her on my way to my room. I stand behind my room door, listening for the sound of the bathroom opening. Once I heard the squeak, I peek out my door and I see her exit the bathroom.

My body seems to move on its own, like a predator chasing its prey. My hand is around her while my other arm wraps around both of hers and I pull her into my room.

Her words are muffled under my hand, and I close the door quickly and press her front against the wood. She struggles against me; she probably has no idea who I am.

“Calm down, girl. It’s just me.” I wait until she recognizes my voice and then I release my hand from over her mouth. I use one of my hands to hold both of hers above her head and I pressed my body into her back, pressing her face against the wood.

“Hudson, what the fuck are you doing?” I heard the annoyance in her voice, but she doesn’t sound that pissed off. She must think it is a practical joke or something.

“I could ask you the same question. Wearing this skimpy bikini? Dancing with Keith?”