When they got there, golden lights were strung around every tree along the driveway and it was snowing again. The yard had a perfect white blanket over it, and when they pulled up, the house itself rose as a great snow frosted structure, lights along all of the rooftops twinkling against the night. It was decorated beautifully, none of the big inflatable sculptures messing up the lawn, and inside there was a Christmas tree that had to be at least ten feet tall. As lovely as the house was, neither of the siblings really stopped to spend much time admiring; they both hung their coats up by the door and walked together over to the bar.
It was customary for both of them to spend the whole night drinking spiked egg nog, something that was Katrina's favorite and that Aspen himself didn't really care that much for. She smiled wide as she hopped up on one of the stools, leaning forward and ordering a drink for the both of them, taking a long sip as soon as hers was set down by the chuckling bartender. He remembered her clearly, and her brother more as an accessory: the 19 year old girl had been ordering the same drink for the last three years since the first time they were both allowed to the party. Always just together, no dates. And always nothing but egg nog to drink.
Aspen wrinkled his nose a little as he took the first sip, a strong shot of the alcohol in it hitting his tongue and nearly making him cough. That was one thing that had always happened as the both of them had gotten older, the drinks got much more spiked each year. Katrina had two finished by the time Aspen was finished with his first, and he could already tell that was how the rest of the night was going to go.
It wasn't so much that he minded his sister drunk, except her personality became much more... touchy-feely the more she had to drink. She was enough to look at normally, but drunk she would spend every second possible in his lap hugging onto him and babbling about whatever subject he brought up to try and distract himself.
Indeed, by the time that 10:30 had rolled around and Katrina was five egg nogs deep, he had just topped off his third. Making the best decision that he could once he found himself fairly buzzed, he grabbed her hand with a smile, helping her off the stool and making sure she didn't just fall flat when her feet hit the ground. When she was safely upright she laughed a little, wrapping her arms around his and clinging it to her chest, looking up at him with a smile.
"Are you cutting me off already?" She laughed again, leaning her forehead on his shoulder as the two of them walked away from the bar, rubbing his arm a little as she walked surprisingly steadily next to him, looking around the party. It wasn't by any means a loud affair, with quiet piano playing in the background and a few couples doing slow and slightly awkward dances in the other room. They walked down a long tiled hallway that was mostly empty before Katrina pulled him to a sudden stop, eyes wide and thrilled, looking up at the ceiling above him. She pointed upwards with a laugh, leaning herself on him as he looked up.
He blushed, staring the perfect green sprig of mistletoe above both of their heads, looking back down at his sister's grinning face. His head shook almost instantly despite the way his eyes came to a stop on her lips. He was curious what she would taste like, and he almost voiced such in his search to protest it. There was no way she could really expect him to stand here and kiss her! It was crazy, really; no matter what thoughts he had of her she was still his sister.
Before he had drawn in the breath to protest, her fingers had curled into his shirt. She leaned up, and her lips pressed tenderly into his, her tongue cool as it made a slow wander over his lips. It took him a moment to understand the kiss, what was going on. His resistance broke down in the space of several milliseconds, winding his fingers into her hair and pressing back into her mouth hungrily. His tongue wound around hers and his curiosity about the taste was satisfied - booze and something like strawberries along with the cream from the egg nog.
Aspen's mind didn't catch up with him as quickly as he wanted it to, his hands moving from her hair down along her back. Tentatively, they brushed over her breasts, landing and giving a soft squeeze; feeling the weight of them against his palms jerked his mind back into reality, and he stumbled backwards. He gave her shoulders a substantial shove as he did, firmly separating them as he gasped for breath. He shook his head, staring at her as he made certain that he was standing well away from the offending sprig hanging from the ceiling. Through all the shock Aspen felt he looked over to his sister smiling as wide as he'd ever seen. Her nails rest against her lips as her grin grew wider and let her tongue touch softly across them.
"You're not actually a terrible kisser!" She laughed, not sounding nearly as drunken as she had stumbling over to this point. Indeed, she grabbed a hold of his hand quite firmly and led him towards a room at the end of the still emptied hall. He stumbled behind her, panting a bit still as his head shook, staring at her in awe and a small degree of horror. She pushed him in wordlessly, grinning as he looked around and then back to her.
Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, and she kissed him once again. He was less responsive this time, the shock at what she was doing overpowering his instinct to take what he could with this chance. Instead he waited until she let the kiss break on its own, and his head shook. He panted, holding his hands on her shoulders and hopefully keeping those devilishly soft lips away from him.
"W..what in the world do you think you're doing?" He sputtered a little, stepping away and turning, making a quick adjustment of his pants before slowly opening the door and peaking out, ending up quite rudely shoved against it. His sister stood pressed to his back as the door closed once more with his chest pressing against it.
