Tequila!

"I don't see why they're making us stay home, anyway," Sheldon mused, selecting a letter at random from the pile on his stomach and chucking it across from where he sat, reclined on the couch, aiming at the fishtank.

"I blame you, but that's just me," Kate said, neatly arranging her letters on the board to spell out the longest possible word she could think of. They'd given up about three minutes into the game, due to Sheldon's only spelling cuss words and Kate making the Shakespearean language look like something you'd learn on Sesame Street.

"Yeah, that's the problem; everyone fucking blames me. Like I'm responsible for my actions." He threw another letter at the fishtank and this time it made it into the water with a 'plop', causing the few small goldfish within it to dart about the tank in terror of the mysterious intruder.

"You are and you know it. Anyway, I don't know what their issue is, exactly." Eighty six points for 'asphyxiation'. Kate didn't have too many things to do on Friday nights. Her friends were all assholes to her, lately, and she was way ahead in all of her classes at school. It was sad to think that all she had to do was sit around and attempt a game of Scrabble with her dickhead younger brother, but it was mostly true.

"I know what we can do," Sheldon piped up after a few moments of silence.

"Mom and dad took away your b.b. gun last week, remember?" she said, smiling sweetly.

"No, dumbass," he replied, not looking happy about having been reminded of the confiscation of his favourite toy. "I saw some tequila in the cupboard, the other day."

"You mean it's still there?" she asked, sarcastically. Sheldon rolled his eyes at her and curled his lip to show his lack of appreciation toward her remark.

"Practically full," he said, matter-of-factly.

He threw his last letter into the fish tank, stood up, and marched into the kitchen without another word.

Kate didn't like the idea of her brother having access to a full bottle of a powerful alcoholic beverage. In fact, the very thought of it made her stomach turn; he was bad enough, sober. Didn't her parents care enough about her to know not to leave her alone in the house with him? Evidently not. Their silly rules were beginning to get to her, and she couldn't wait till her eighteenth birthday, this coming July. Then she wouldn't have to stay home for no apparent reason on a Friday night, anymore. But the more she thought about it, the more obvious the reason; they wanted Sheldon to stay home and out of trouble, but with them gone, someone had to make sure he did so, in their stead. That unlucky individual just happened to be her, his older sister. She wondered why they didn't just pay her, as they'd done to Sheldon's babysitters when he was little. The job wasn't much different, except now he was bigger, sassier, and more dangerous. She could certainly use the money to save up for her own apartment. Sometimes she wondered if her parents had brains, at all.

Sheldon was back within a few minutes with the bottle of tequila in one hand and a bowl containing fresh lime slices in the other.

"Know any good drinking games?" he asked as he unscrewed the cap. Kate just glared at him with her arms folded across her chest. As she was part of the Sands family, she was naturally crazy as the next bat, but she was the more moral of the two adolescents, and she didn't like where this was going.

"No. I don't. But you know what I think you should do with that bottle, Shel?"

Sheldon inspected the bottle, carefully, silently reading the proof, brand, and "Made in Mexico" that was written on the label. The glass was tinted a deep shade of brown and the label had gold lettering. It certainly -looked- like some good shit, but he wouldn't be satsified until he tasted it.

"Share some with you? Of course, sis! I wouldn't deprive you of a good swig or two of imported tequila."

"No, Sheldon. I think you should shove it up your ass."

"Hmm...maybe that wouldn't sound so painful if I emptied it into my bloodstream, first."

Kate sighed and stared down at the scrabble board where 'Fuck' intersected with 'psychosomatic'. Well, if her brother was going to drink that shit, chances were she wouldn't think his drunken actions were so horrible if she had a little of it, as well. Sure, anything to blur reality; Sheldon was a real handful, sober, and when intoxicated, he was an even bigger one. Maybe even two.

"Fine, give me the bottle."

"What? Speak up, I couldn't hear you," he said, sucking the juice out of a lime slice.

"I said give me the bottle, Sheldon. Give me. the fucking. bottle!" She jabbed her hand out to recieve it and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Jesus, hold on a minute, will you?"

"Do you want me to have a drink or not?" she asked, inching closer to him, reaching out for the bottle with her right hand.

"Not before I do." With that, the flipped the bottle upside-down and let a mouthful spill down his throat. He sucked on the lime some more and made a face. "Whoa," he said, when his ability to speak had returned to him. "That...is some good shit." He handed her the bottle, still in awe of the power of the drink.

Kate took the bottle and was just about to take a swig when Sheldon thrust the bowl of lime slices into her chest. Hard. Ouch.

"Trust me, you're gonna need these."

Kate rubbed her chest where the bowl had been shoved at her. Well, she thought, better to just get it over and done with before her courage gave out and Sheldon was too drunk to share the bottle. She placed her lips over the mouth of the bottle and up-ended it, tossing her head back and allowing the foul liquid to spill onto her tongue and down her throat.

"Euch!" she exclaimed, grabbing a lime slice and shoving the entire thing into her mouth. "That's disgusting! And it burns!" she said, her speech impaired by the lime slice between her teeth.

"I told you it was some good shit!"

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Six (big) swigs and eleven lime slices later, Kate could hardly taste the bitter burn of the tequila, anymore. The lime juice offered sweet relief from the alcohol's disgusting taste and she decided to keep drinking. She and Sheldon passed the bottle between one another, though he wouldn't always drink from it when it was given to him; sometimes he only pretended. He wanted to be sober enough to enjoy and maybe even take advantage of his sister's inebriated state.

With each passing of the bottle, the distance between them became smaller. By the time the bottle was two swallows from being empty, their red and smiling faces were a mere foot apart. Their laughter was tainted with the stench of alcohol and their speech was slurred, (Kate's moreso than Sheldon's) but they were having a great time just sitting on the floor, drinking and making disgusted faces and laughing at them and drinking some more. Who knew staying at home on a Friday night could be so entertaining?

Kate fished between her breasts for a lime peel that Sheldon had playfully put there and giggled as it slipped farther into her shirt. "It's running away from me!" she cried, chasing after it with her fingers, but the slippery thing kept eluding her grasp.

"I'll get it," Sheldon said, setting the now-empty bottle down onto the floor with a 'clunk' and plunging his hand deep into his sister's low-cut blouse. Kate gasped and then giggled. Under normal circumstances, she would have slapped her brother and given him a dirty look, but these were not normal circumstances, and so it was funny, and she couldn't have struck him if she'd wanted to.

Sheldon kept his hand down Kate's shirt much longer than necessary, but she was too drunk to care, or even notice. The lime peel was soon forgotten and discarded and Sheldon's interest became peaked by various other things beneath her shirt.

"You got it, though," Kate protested, as her brother began to fondle her left breast over the cloth of her bra, not seeming to understand that he'd lost interest in the damn lime peel some time ago. "You found it and threw it!" she said, pointing to where it had landed, behind him. He ignored her and slipped his fingers beneath her bra to gain better access to her nipple, which was rapidly growing hard due to the rare attention it was recieving. A small moan escaped Kate's parted lips and Sheldon pressed his body closer to her. The alcohol had made her temperature rise, and within a few moments of contact, tiny beads of sweat had formed on Kate's forehead, as a result of the combined effect the alchol had on her internal thermometer and the heat from her brother's body.

Her blouse was soon discarded; lifted over her head and flung across the room with reckless abandon. It was not until later that it was discovered floating in the fishtank.

Sheldon's fingers worked quickly to undo the clasp that fastened Kate's bra in the back and had it within a few seconds. The garment slid off easily, now. Sheldon ripped it the rest of the way off and tossed it away. He stared at the wonderous sight that lay just a few inches in front of his face. He'd never seen breasts up close and personal, before--just in porno magazines, and he could feel the bulge in the crotch of his jeans growing rapidly larger.

He lowered his face to one of her nipples, not allowing himself to be intimidated lest he hesitate, and began suckling it, lightly. Kate moaned, quite loudly this time, and the incentive to continue was tripled.

He moved his tongue about in a circular pattern, occassionally grazing the raised pink flesh with his top teeth, which pried more sounds of pleasure from his sister's throat. He felt guilty just ignoring the other breast, so he groped it with one hand, while his other stroked Kate's face and neck. At first, he found it rather difficult to multitask, but her moaning and writhing soon returned his confidence to him, and the problem had disappeared almost as quickly as it had presented itself.

Sheldon's jeans were entirely too tight to comfortably contain the growing erection within, and it demanded freedom as it strained the fabric and rubbed against it, almost painfully. His hand abandoned Kate's right breast but it was swiftly replaced with his mouth--something she didn't complain about--and un-zipped his fly. The moment the button popped he felt a hundred times better, and almost groaned aloud, it felt so good to be free.

Now, with his bits exposed, he suddenly became aware that they were in the living room; a very public place, and that his parents had never specified what time they would return. He'd better get rid of the tequila bottle, and continue molesting his sister in another, more private, room.

Kate whimpered when Sheldon pulled abruptly away and immediately ached for the return of his mouth and hands on her. "Don't move," he ordered, grabbing the bottle and all but running out of the room. She just sat there, her hair a tangled mess upon her head, shirtless, hot and bothered. But before she could so much as yell for her brother to come back, she felt a sharp tugging at her scalp, and looked up to see Sheldon pulling her across the floor by the hair. She screamed in pain but he only dragged her farther down the hallway. She wrapped both hands tightly around his wrist so that he wasn't pulling her along solely by the hair, which helped with the pain, but then there was still the issue of rugburn. Despite her discomfort, Kate couldn't help but be aroused by her brother's aggression, and soon she didn't even feel the pain. She was too numb to feel anything but the warm wetness between her legs and the tingling in her nipples.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Sheldon grabbed Kate firmly by the arm and twisted it behind her back. "Walk," he commanded her, and she obeyed, though her knees wobbled like crazy. It took longer than it should have to get up the steps, but eventually she managed. All of that movement had made her feel sick, and aware of the fact that she was -so- drunk. She almost felt as if she would vomit and would have surely collapsed at the staircase's summit had Sheldon not held a death grip on her arm.

He shoved her into her own room, not bothering with the lightswitch. He knew the basic layout of her bedroom, though he'd only been in there a couple of times. There were books and clothes all over the floor, and they stumbled over the endless piles of them as they moved blindly through the room. Fuck it, Sheldon thought, becoming discouraged. Who needs a bed? He slammed her back up against the nearest wall and yanked her skirt down so that it fell in a heap around her bare feet. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to contain himself, but he wanted to try to hold it off as long as possible, both so that he could watch his sister writhe like a worm on a hook and so that he could test his control, as this was his first real sexual experience. He was glad Kate was drunk, and he was glad she was his sister; it was almost like he wasn't losing his virginity, at all. She was only practise. If he fucked up, majorly, chances were she wouldn't even remember.

He let his pants and boxers fall around his ankles, kept from the floor by his boots. The cool air from the open window felt so good on his nether regions he wondered why he bothered to wear pants, ever. Reaching down with one hand, he stroked his member and nearly dropped his jaw at the sheer size of it. It had never been this enormous, before, but then he'd always taken care of it, straight away, and had never been with a real, live girl before.

Sheldon put a hand around Kate's neck mock-choked her, applying just enough pressure to her esophagus to make breathing a bit difficult, but still possible. She seemed to like this, as the harder he pressed, the louder her panting. He smirked and moved his face around to the side of her head, still massaging her slim throat with his hand. He nuzzled the side of her face with his nose until he located her ear, where he began to nibble and lick, moving his tongue in much the same manner as he had, earlier, on her nipple. She moaned loudly and pressed her lower body into him. He, in turn, ground her into the wall and sighed with pleasure at the feeling of her pubic hair tickling his naked cock. He moved his other hand along the curves of her hip, up and down, getting closer to home every time, but never quite touching it, much to Kate's aggravation. She'd had teasing boyfriends, before, but this was torture...and she loved every minute of it.

His hands worked her breasts like lumps of dough, kneading them and groping them while his tongue and teeth busied themselves with her ears, neck and shoulders. He trailed a hand down the length of her short torso and reached between her legs. As soon as his fingers got within an inch of her sex, she gasped loudly and thrust her hips outward, begging him to touch her. He toyed with her pubic hair, which was much shorter than his own, but he'd heard somewhere that girls trimmed. He supposed he'd be grateful if he had his face, down there. He was tempted to try that, but he felt he would burst if he didn't do something about his own tension, soon, and he didn't want to do so anywhere except inside her.

He teased her clitoris, running his fingers along the folds of her labia and dipping into the slick chasm, now and then, and eventually slipping his middle finger all the way inside. She was quite tight for someone who wasn't a virgin, not even by a long shot. He wasn't sure just how many people she'd slept with, or how often she had sex, but he did know that it was more than he could count on his fingers, and maybe even his toes, too. He envied her, sometimes, always seeming to have someone to fuck. But he kept telling himself that he was young and that his time would come, and when it did--watch out, girls--a sex demon would be released into the world. He could tell he was going to be a complete nymphomaniac, already, and he hadn't even gotten himself off, yet. For now, he was savouring Kate's pleasure. The concept of his being able to make someone feel something so powerful was amazing to him. He'd always been a manipulative little bastard, but this was a whole new ball field. He could tell right then and there, with his middle finger moving in a steady rhythm inside his sister, that he was going to have a whole hell of a lot of fun playing on it.

He clamped his mouth over hers and forced his tongue inside, swirling it around and catching her bottom lip between his teeth during breaths. Kate had watched her brother make out with various twits on the couch in the basement, or on the front porch. Oftentimes, the feeling of twisted curiousity came over her during these brief flights of voyeurism. He didn't -look- like such a bad kisser...Well now she was learning, first-hand, that he definately was not.

When he felt her shudder and clench around him at the point of climax, he retracted his finger, which was positively dripping with female juices, took it into his mouth and sucked the slimey saltiness from it.

Kate opened her eyes drowsily to find her brother licking her come off of his fingers and positively melted into the wall. Was this a dream? How could this actually be happening? She wanted to tell him to stop, that this was wrong and immoral and a crime against so many taboos, but then he thrust into her with his seven inches of throbbing organ and any thought but 'guh' immediately fled from her mind. Then 'ouch.' A searing pain ripped through her cervix; it really had been awhile since anything had been down there. She decided she wouldn't stand for the pain if she didn't have to, and voiced her discomfort, quite blatantly.

"Ow ow ow ow!"

Sheldon pulled out of her, aggravated and surprised at her sudden outburst.

"What?!"

"Hold on," she said, dropping to the floor and groping about blindly for the bottle of Curel lotion she knew to be around, somewhere.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just...keep your pants on," she slurred.

"It's a little late for that..." Sheldon mused under his breath.

"Oh, there it is!" she said, pumping some into her hand and slicking herself up between her legs. "Holy shit, that's cold!" she gasped as the cool lotion came in contact with her hot flesh.

Sheldon rolled his eyes and decided he was tired of waiting. Good to go or not, he was going.

He grabbed Kate by the hair and yanked her upwards till she was back on her feet, then slammed her into the wall, a second time. Without another word from either of them, he buried himself deep within her, and commenced kissing his virginity good-bye.

He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, just relishing the feel of her, how slippery, how hot, how tight she was. It didn't take long for the friction to build, and soon her head was banging against the wall with every thrust. Her exposed breasts bounced up and down and he dug his nails into her legs, which were wrapped snugly about his slim waist. It didn't seem real, but it was. She suddenly felt very ill; the alcohol was beginning to take a negative toll on her. She'd drunk far too much, she realised it now; now that it was too late. Had Sheldon not been banging her into the wall, she probably would have vomited, but as it was, she could do nothing but moan and pant and whimper. She hadn't had sex in at least a month; not since her latest boyfriend dumped her for another girl. But that's the way it was. When she was with someone, sex was good and constant. Well...maybe it wasn't always good, but there was a lot of it. As soon as she stopped, her cervix began to contract to its original size, making sex after a long period of abstinence quite painful. Sheldon was a little bit bigger than she was used to, and it did hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain in this situation. She would be sore later, but for now there was nothing but the crescendoing rhythm between her legs and the spurts of pleasure coursing through her entire body as Sheldon pounded into her.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was all over. Sheldon spent himself within her, not giving a shit at what point in her cycle she was at or if she could possibly become pregnant; she shuddered in her third orgasm of the night and sunk into the wall. As soon as Sheldon detached himself from her, she would fall like a broken doll to the cold, hard floor.

She meant to tell him to pull out before he came. The words were right on the tip of her tongue, but she hadn't even been able to manage so much as 'stop' before orgasm shook the both of them and it was too late.

To Kate's surprise, he eased away from her and did not let her drop, but let her regain her footing before pulling completely away. But her knees felt like they were made of jelly and she could not support herself for more than a few seconds. She slid down the wall to the floor as Sheldon pulled his pants back up. She winced as her bruised ass landed on the floor, which ended up being colder and harder than she'd imagined it to be. She was so completely out of it. She felt like she couldn't move. Her head was spinning and it hurt from being banged against the wall and her mouth was dry as cotton. A thin line of drool hung from the corner of her pale lips but she didn't bother making the effort to wipe it away. What did it matter? It was pitch dark in the room; neither of them could see anything but the outline of the other person, and various objects throughout the room. She wanted to hug her knees close to her heaving chest and rest her aching head upon her thighs but she couldn't bring herself to do so much as tense a single muscle in her body. She was completely drained of energy. She felt as though Sheldon had somehow sucked her soul out of her. Her head rolled limply about on her shoulders as she stared blankly up at the silhouetted form of her brother as he buttoned his pants.

Neither of them said a word. She wanted to tell him to get the hell out; he wanted to make some sort of smartass remark, but was actually quite speechless, for once. The dark room remained silent as a mouse and Kate remained immobile, still a puddle of mush at her younger brother's feet. After what seemed like ages, the sound of the front door opening downstairs broke the heavy silence. Her parents voices floated up the stairs and chased Sheldon out of her room. He paused at the doorway and turned to face her. She could see his face clearly now, iluminated almost fully by the hall light. He was actually very attractive for a fourteen-year-old boy, about to turn fifteen in a couple of months. He somehow looked at least two years older than that; about her age, but inside she knew he was still her little brother, and the fact that she found him attractive made her even more sick to her stomach.

"Shut up about this, ok?" he said, his dark brown eyes boring through the darkness and deep into her own blue ones. She nodded, at first not sure that he'd seen the gesture. But when he walked away, down the hall and shut the door to his room she figured he must have. Either that or he hadn't really expected an answer, in the first place. Whatever, it didn't matter.

She knew her parents wouldn't bother her. They would probably have a drink or two, go straight to bed, and discuss tonight at the breakfast table, in the morning. That was how they always handled things; when they were all ready old and stale in Kate's mind, and too far-gone to matter, anymore.

Kate soon became too tired to even hold her head up, so she crawled over to her bed, plowing over books, papers and articles of clothing as she weaved a jagged path from where she'd sat slumped near the doorway to her soft, warm bed. Shit, her door was still open, but she was too weak to even fathom the idea of going back to close it. She often locked it at night, upon her parents' suggestion. How strange for parents to actually -want- their daughter to have a lock on her door. But, though they'd not specifically said so, she knew it was to keep Sheldon out. Well, they wouldn't really have to worry about that, anymore, would they? It was over and done with. She'd almost been expecting it for years, now, but never quite let herself believe that it would ever happen. But now that it had, she felt like she was going to be sick. Incest + massive amounts of alcohol = not good. She'd always been a good math student, but for some reason she'd been unable to calculate just how shitty so much tequila was going to make her feel, even if Sheldon hadn't fucked her brains out.

Thankfully, blissful sleep put brought her emotional rollercoaster to a gradual stop and she was able to relax without worrying or being afraid; not just of her crazy little brother, but of her own thoughts and feelings. She was too tired to give herself a proper explanation for what she'd just allowed to occur, so she left it at, "I'm drunk so that makes it ok," and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Sheldon sat up in his room, listening to some rock and roll the radio, thinking about what had just happened. Every time he thought of her breathy voice whispering "Oh god, yes," in his ear, shivers ran up and down his spine and a little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

He'd just fucked his own sister, and she'd liked it. A lot. Apparently he wasn't the only one in the family who was fucked in the head. It was kind of reassuring, but at the same time, a little disappointing, too. But not to worry; Kate would always hide her problems and bottle up her emotions and make everyone think that she was the sane one, when in fact he knew better. He knew that she was at least as crazy as he was; in some ways, anyway. She just did a better job of playing at being "normal." Sheldon could have done the same, but what fun would that be? He preferred just to be his own, sociopathic, psychotic, juvenile delinquent self.

Kate was weak, in his opinion. He chose to face the world as nothing but himself, and she insisted on going through life as something far easier--a fake. A phony, a fraud, a bullshitter. If only his psychiatrists would leave him alone for a second and take the opportunity to look at the big picture, but no. -He- was the crazy one. -He- was the one who'd been institutionalised three times in the past year. -He- was the one who constantly acted up during class. But it didn't matter, becase he knew the truth; that no matter how mentally stable his sister appeared to everyone else, he could always send her flying off her rocker with the press of a button. And now, he had a whole new set to press. Oh yeah, he was definately going to have loads of fun on this ball field.