"Shove over, you stupid little twerp," my sister Lillian said as she pushed on my shoulder with her elbow in an attempt to get me to move. She wasn't gentle about it, but since I was actually a fair bit bigger than her I just smiled and ignored her actions.
My family was all crammed into my dad's car, and it was starting to get a little hot inside. Sweat was beginning to appear on all our brows. Luckily, we had just arrived at our destination, the home of a friend of the family. It was a large modern house, practically a mansion, really. The long driveway that led up to the entrance had numerous cars of all shapes and sizes cars parked alongside it. That wasn't a surprise. It was Halloween, and everyone was here to party. Michael, the owner of the mansion, was famous for his extravagant parties, and they always drew a crowd.
"We're here. Time to get out," my father said as he unbuckled himself and looked back at my sister and me. He was a stern looking middle-aged man of average build with short brown hair that had specks of grey in it.
"There certainly are a lot of people here already," my mother remarked as she reached to open her car door. She was younger than my dad, and had married him quite young, so she wasn't quite forty yet.
Dad smiled at her. "The more the merrier. Meeting new people is one of the reasons we're here."
"Dad! Cody isn't moving," Lillian whined shrilly. I swear, her voice could shatter glass sometimes.
"Cody move," my dad replied absently as he stepped out of the car. He always took my sister's side. It was basically an automatic response with him.
Lillian was older than me by two years, but you would think it was eons based on the haughty way she acted. She had short blonde hair that ended in a straight edge just short of her shoulders, and the body of a cheerleader, which she was. She attended the local college and was twenty.
"I'm moving," I announced as I acted with deliberate slowness. Both my parents were already out of the car and I was still opening the door.
"Aghh, you're so annoying," my sister hissed. She couldn't get out the other side because of a pile of boxes were in the way. They contained some stuff from work that dad had left in the car.
Just as I was standing up and moving out of her way, she lost patience and tried to force her way past me. She pushed off the seat and tried to wedge her shoulder into my stomach, but I shifted my weight and slid around her. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and fell forward towards me. As she stumbled, her breasts brushed against my chest, and I ever so briefly felt her nipples tickle me through our shirts. I flinched in surprise, but then relaxed. Whatever, it hadn't been on purpose, and tits were tits. My sister had great breasts, though. It ran in the family. They were a nice round shape and at least a C cup.
"You creep," she growled as she regained her balance and stood up straight.
"If you're going to be violent at least be good at it, and not clumsy ditz," I shot back quietly so dad couldn't hear. The comeback earned me a furious stare.
"Settle down you two. We are here to have fun," dad told us as he walked over and took mom's arm. My sister stuck out her tongue at me, but I just grinned and shrugged.
Now that we were all out of the car our costumes were plain to see. This was a Halloween party after all. I was dressed like a soldier in cameo pants and a green tank top that showed off my athletic build. I also had on cameo face paint to complete the action hero look. Dad was a roman senator with a golden laurel on his head and a long white toga. He thought it made him look distinguished, but I thought it just made his inner jerk show through.
My mom's costume was much better. She was dressed up as a German beer girl, and her long blonde hair was up in two curly pigtails that made her look much younger. A tight brown corset lay over her frilly white shirt. It didn't cover her shoulders. Below that, she had on white knee socks and a puffy green mini-skirt. The costume showed a lot of cleavage. I don't know what my dad was thinking letting her wear it. Even though she was my mom, I couldn't help but sneak a look at the way her huge tits were held up and shown off by her outfit. I thought I could see her nipples poking through the shirt, but I had to quickly look away before anyone saw me staring. That would be super awkward.
My sister was dressed up as a sexy witch. I thought that was very fitting, since it rhymed with bitch. It was a nice costume, though. It really showed off how much of a pretentious slut she was. A large brimmed witch hat decorated the top of her short blonde hair, and her eyes had been smeared with thick black mascara. The rest of her black costume included long draping sleeves, high-heeled boots that went up past her knees, and a lacy miniskirt. The boots and skirt really showed off her long athletic legs, but the shirt didn't show enough cleavage for my taste.
"Listen to your father, both of you," mom scolded us as her and dad began leading the way towards the house.
"Don't you dare bug me when we get inside," my sister hissed. "I don't want you bothering me or anyone I meet here, twerp."
I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to respond. I had no reason to go anywhere near my sister at a party like this. I had much better things to do, and she was a total bitch, as well as a slut. Even in high school, she had gained a reputation for sleeping around. Why would I want to see that? Gross.
"Now, don't either of you drink too much," dad said as he pressed the doorbell. A ringing noise was heard from within.
I rolled my eyes before replying. "I don't plan on it."
"I'm just going to hang out with some friends," Lillian added. It was an obvious lie, but dad bought it, because he always did.
Dad turned back and smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll be on your best behavior, princess."
"Thanks, dad," Lillian replied cheerfully. She returned his smile and joyfully bounced on the spot.
I rolled my eyes again. Dad was the one with a drinking problem. Embarrassingly enough, he had passed out at a party like this several times before, and Mom had been forced to look after him. Once dad got drinking, he started talking with anyone who would listen and just kept drinking until he passed out.