I had always considered myself to be a pretty grounded person. I never did anything too crazy and never really stirred the pot. If you saw me walking down the street you would see my glasses, shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin, and average build and think me no different than any other woman out and about.
My brother on the other hand was quite a different story. He loved to stir the pot and more than once had caused our parents to shake their heads with nothing to say with something he had done. He had jet black hair, was over six feet tall, and looked like he lived in the gym or tanning salon. More than one person had been surprised to find out that we were siblings.
In a sense I envied my brother and how he was so care free. He cared only about what he thought and what he wanted to do. Nothing else in the world mattered to him. Maybe that's why I focused so much on making everyone around me happy. Maybe I felt that I needed to make up for him.
Another shock and surprise would be that my brother and I actually got along really well. We hung out with different crowds but when we were together we were more like friends than brother and sister. So I thought nothing about the night that would essentially change my life or give it a good nudge in a different direction.
I was in my bedroom watching Netflix on TV when my brother knocked on the door.
"Hey Ash, some friends and I are having a party at Hugh's tonight if you want to go with us."
"Is Hugh that want to be grudge rocker with the goofy looking beard?"
"That's him. He may be odd and look goofy but he has his own house and a brother that can get lots of cheap alcohol."
I shrugged my shoulders, "I never really drink at these parties so if it's going to be a bunch of you throwing up on each other than I'll pass."
"There is going to be drinking but I can't get drunk since I have to work in the morning and some of the others do as well so we'll keep you company."
"Alright, when is it?"
"Be ready at 9:00 p.m." With that he closed the door and left my room.
The next few hours went by pretty quickly as I got more nervous about the party. For some reason I always got nervous when I was about to go somewhere like a party even if it was with people I had known for years.
I finally decided to get dressed for the party choosing simple jeans shorts and a blue t-shirt. It wasn't going to be anything formal and I wasn't trying to impress anyone so comfort was more priority than dressing up.
My brother and I got into his car and we went around picking up a couple of people that he told he would give rides to. We had told our parents that we were going to a party, we just left out the part about alcohol. Part of me thought that they knew that alcohol was going to be there but ignorance is bliss or so they say.
We pulled up to Hugh's house and it actually looked pretty nice. I suspected that he was able to afford it because it was five miles outside of town and in middle of a field where nothing else was. Not exactly prime real estate but who was I to judge considering I still lived with my parents and he had his own place.
We went inside the single level ranch house and inside the party was going already. The lights were off and strobes and lasers bounced around the living room mixing with the loud music to turn it into a club. My brother and his friends shot out all seeking people they knew and mixing in. I made my way through the living room saying hello to a couple of people I recognized and making my way to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen the group of people thinned out and the normal lights were on. The people in here were talking while hanging out around the refrigerator or the keg. Some empty trays on the kitchen counter hinted that at one-point food had been out but it was long since gone. I decided to grab a cup of what looked to be punch and wait to see if anyone I knew came into the kitchen.
Over the next two hours I talked to a handful of people that came through. The real surprise was how good the punch tasted. I knew it had alcohol in it but it didn't taste as strong as most of the other mixed drinks I had tasted so I kept drinking it. Finally, I went to get another glass and found that my vision was not keeping up with me. I decided to hold back and hold up the counter for a little bit.
Shortly after that my brother came into the kitchen. I know he was trying to talk to me but I really couldn't make it out between the noise from the party so I just nodded my head and followed him down a set of stairs. I was unaware that the home had a basement at all.
When we got to the basement there was a group of men and woman standing around talking. Finally, a guy I recognized named Jason told everyone to be quiet and sit down. I sat next to my brother and a guy I didn't recognize.
I turned to my brother, "what are we doing?"
"Porno truth or dare."
