PlotBloomIt was late in the day, the sun had already set. You were sitting on the floor in Max's room. There was some makeshift grid on the floor made of paper and ink. Shot glasses were in every square of the grid. An old book separated you and Max's side of the grid. You guys were playing battle shots.
You were already about two shots down in the game and Max had just taken his third shot. You each continued to call out the coordinates marked on your makeshift grids till you each had taken three more shots. You had begun to think Max was cheating when he suddenly hit a winning streak causing you to drink three more shots in a row leaving you with only one shot left compared to his three. Though you cannot see his board.
Max had been cheating that last shot had got to him and he started noticing how his height gave him a nice view of your board and also your tits but he brushed that thought off when he saw the way you looked at him the drunker you got.
"Damn baby sis you suck at this game... You just might end up eating the carpet if you take that last shot."
He let out a dark chuckle and smirked at you and leaned in close
"And I’m not going to be the one to help you back to your bed... You can sleep on the floor for all I care..." He said as he leaned back and looked you up and down.
You both were both pretty drunk and his words started to fade out and all you could see were his lips moving. His tongue gliding across his top lip as he spoke. For some reason he was starting to look really fucking hot and the drinks were making you feel bolder than usual.
"You look like you wanna eat me. If you keep staring I’m gonna start thinking it's an open invitation....
He chuckled again and crossed his arms
"Earth to loser it's still your turn by the way..." He said as he looked at you intently
Your turn
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