“My PARENTS call me Bethany.” Mostly when they were MAD AT HER. Typically because Hannah, Josh, or BOTH of her siblings had fucked THEIR LIVES up yet again, and it fell on Beth’s shoulders to be the GROWN UP while their father ran around Hollywood showing off his literal TROPHY WIFE like it somehow validated his insanely inflated egomania. “And last I checked, you’re not my mom OR my dad.” Brow threaded. Man, how fucking wasted WAS Emily tonight? Girl looked like a drunken worm with special needs, right now. But, at least, that had to be a good sign for the party, going by Emily’s metric. If it was SHIT, she’d already have been home three hours ago. “I don’t think that’s how physics works. But thank you for thinking of me.” Thankfully, sarcasm would likely be lost on the wasted land crawler even if the bitch was SOBER due to sheer narcissism. Because Beth did NOT advertise mirth in her vocal patterns all that efficiently. “Oh my God, fine, I’ll help you up. But ONLY because you called me Beth.” THAT was a bit of a bold-faced lie. Emily and Beth had a bit of a, uh, COMPLICATED relationship. Like… FACEBOOK COMPLICATED. Beth couldn’t quite hate Emily as much as her sister expected her to. And when chips were down, it was hard for the empathetic brunette to NOT let concern win out over the PETTY WAR Hannah waged over the affections of Michael Munroe. Even now, Beth played with FIRE. And she was the only bitch who could get burned. “It means that the next time I need help from you, WITHIN REASON, you’re not allowed to say NO.” Next question: What the fuck constituted ‘within reason’? Beth didn’t have a clue. They’d just… Define that when it happened, she supposed.
“Kinda cute? Oh God, KILL ME NOW.” Beth wasn’t exactly one for ROMANCE. And something about being remembered for being CUTE left a somewhat bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, deep down, she appreciated the compliment ALL THE SAME. (Maybe she was just GUARDED.) “E-Emily?” Girl was back to being intoxicated, and it damn sure SEEMED like it wasn’t with BOOZE this time around. Hot breath cascaded across flushing chest, leaving Beth having to catch hers. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Unbelievable.” ENTIRELY BELIEVABLE, but the change of topic helped distract from the fact that the person her very own sister hated most in ALL OF THE UNIVERSE was practically at second base with her. “Ah, ngh, fuck!!” Gasps of pain when Emily dug nails DEEP into flesh. Girl got HANDSY when drunk, so it would seem. (And it would also seem as if Beth kind of LIKED IT. But now was SO NOT THE TIME for THAT particular identity crisis.) “Emily, you do know WHO you’re digging your nails into, right?” Likely. But then the question became: WHY?!
Admittedly, A LITTLE BIT of the thrill waned when Emily brought up JESS. Wait, thrill? Wait, why the fuck did JESS matter? Jesus, Beth had to get a HOLD OF HERSELF. “Oh, so you leave track marks in Jess’s flesh, too?” Brow raised. Was she teasing Emily or seeking VALIDATION? “Man, Mike sounds like a jerk.” Just the TRUTH. Breath still labored, even with her ego taking a hit she still had someone face deep in her bra. Probably a poor day to wear one of her LOOSER band shirts. “Oh, so not only are you fine with me smacking my face off the floor, but you don’t care if Hannah murders me?” As mentioned before, Beth’s tone never did great with conveying SARCASM. Maybe cause a lot of what she said always had some SMALL element of TRUTH? Like, sure she was JOKING here, but it really did kinda hurt that she was babysitting Emily’s drunken ass and she basically just said Hannah could kill her so long as she could use Beth’s tits as PILLOWS first. “Man, for someone nearly motor-boating my tits, you are TERRIBLE at flirting.” Still there was something… kinda NICE about the way Emily further tightened her vice-snug. “Safer? You’re aware– Ah, Emily?!” Gasp of shock. (Of pleasure…) When something slipped between her legs, pressuring her core. FUCK. That was NOT expected or planned. And Beth found herself shifting without really knowing whether it was INTENTIONAL. Which thankfully meant Emily couldn’t know either. (The way panties dampened could be blamed on BIOLOGY.) “A-Aware that you just said I was at risk of being murdered by my sister. And that your thigh is pressed against my–”
’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’ Deescalating whistle actually sent a CRINGE through Beth’s body. She wondered how it affected Emily. Especially considering it was HER BOYFRIEND that had done it. ‘And here I was thinking you only did this with Jessica? Y’know, not that I’m complaining or anything.’ Jesus. This was BAD. But Beth just held her breath, awaiting Emily’s move. Or at least, she WOULD HAVE DONE THAT had another familiar voice not been heard FIRST. ‘Miiike, I got another bottle. Miiiike. I–…’ Infuriated gasp proved all-too-recognizable. Promising the kind of RAGE that most people in their lives didn’t ever get to witness from her older twin. ‘What the hell is happening here?’ Oh… SHIT. She just hoped Emily didn’t throw her under the bus by noting how TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, Beth still held that ONE PARTICULAR FAVOR over Emily’s head and could’ve STOPPED THIS AT ANY POINT. (Which, come to think of it, yeah, that was a good point… GREAT ACTUALLY. Soooo… WHY HADN’T SHE?) Though, it would be curious to see how Hannah spun this… Wouldn’t be surprised if the psycho somehow twisted this into EMILY cheating on MIKE, and BETH betraying HER, and somehow try to worm her way into FINALLY being dicked down by the asshat. She sighed. OUT LOUD. And probably made everything worse. But… It was ALREADY going to be a LOOOOONG NIGHT.
“Aaaaaaaand?” Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, but she really wasn’t seeing THE ISSUE, “You know what my mom and dad call me? Emily.” Sarcastic lilt in her tone & a raise of brows. “Yet, YOU still call me that. Are YOU my mom or dad?” Was kinda DIFFERENT. & On some level she knew it. But a name was a name at the end of the day. & Sometimes she just liked to use the full version. She interchanged between Mike & Michael, Jess & Jessica, Han & Hannah, & Ash & Ashley, REGULARLY. That said, if the girl really hated it so damn much...She wouldn’t PUSH IT. (Least not until she was angry --- When Em was pissed, the gloves came off). “Ugh. Fine. What--EVER. Just fucking help me, will ya? Or do I gotta call Jess down to drag my ass off the floor?” Blonde was SO FAR GONE, would she even hear her phone? Group had been upstairs, playing a game of Never Have I Ever & taking shots of straight gin. (Not without groans & moans from the resident wine-o) --- Her best friend had downed like eight shots in a row, & wound up in the bathroom blowing chunks into the toilet before slumping over on cold tile. & SOMEHOW the honor student had STUMBLED down the stairs & found her way into the living-room where Beth was just chilling out. (Probably gettin’ high or something). “I’ll THINK about it.” Emily Davis wasn’t anyone’s BITCH --- She wasn’t gonna just do whatever the Washington twin said, just cause she’d helped her out.
“Ugh. Don’t be such an EDGY. BITCH. Take the fucking compliment. Not like I’m givin’ ‘em out to everyone. For fuck’s sake.” & In the NARCISSIST’S mind, the other girl should be GRATEFUL that she’d praised her at all. There was nothing wrong with being “cute” --- Especially when SHE was the one who thought you were. Roll of dark eyes & AN INCREDULOUS SNORT into Beth’s chest, “Unbelievable? Seriously? I tell Mike to shut up, like, twenty times a day. At. Least.” It really wasn’t some freakin’ ANOMALY. When someone didn’t listen to her, or do as she said, she’d cruelly shut them down & insult them. World was A BETTER PLACE when people just did whatever she told them to. One day they would all realize that Emily was ALWAYS RIGHT. (Nothing else mattered). “Mmm...” Did she just fucking moan? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. LASCIVIOUS GROAN had crawled up her throat & slipped past her tonsils against her will --- FUCK. This part of her always came out when she was intoxicated. (Usually with Jessica). Was a side of herself that she HATED. More importantly, it was a side of herself that her father would DISOWN. She was...Attracted to women. Figured that out back in freshman year of High School. When the other girls in class started...“Filling out”. For awhile she’d convinced herself she was simply JEALOUS. Em didn’t have the CURVES they did. (Even now, a fully grown woman). A portion of it WAS envy. But, another glaringly obvious portion was...LUST. & By the sounds of it, Beth was feeling the very same way. This was the first time a girl had ever moaned FOR HER. & It felt good. Swollen clit was thrumming painfully against arousal-slick lace. Razor-sharp claws shoveling DEEPER into flesh. “Duuuuhhh? We just went over your name, like a zillion times, honey. ‘Course I know who you are.”
“You jealous?” Emily countered, tone a slurred sing-song --- She offered neither an answer nor VALIDATION. Really wasn’t any of Beth’s concern if she left track marks all over her bestie’s body. Toothy grin stretched across her face & skeletal shoulders heaved --- “Yeah, he’s a total fucking jerk. But, he’s MY jerk.” & She LOVED him. (At least she thought she did -- Being her first boyfriend, she didn’t have much to compare it to). Brow dented & her smile FALTERED, “Wait...You’re joking right? Like, Hannah’s kinda, a huge weirdo and all, but she’s not gonna KILL you?” Em anticipated a sibling rivalry & an argument --- Perhaps they’d even stop talking. AT WORST. But, literal murder? No. That hadn’t crossed her mind as an option. Weren’t the two of them CLOSE? Didn’t they care about each other? Did the older twin despise Emily so much that she’d...... “I’m so NOT gonna let her murder you. Jesus. Shit. Your sister really is freakin’ nuts, huh?” TBH, the realization that even Beth was scared of her sister, puts her ON EDGE. Hannah sounded fucking insane. & She hated her. & Wanted Michael. If a fight went down, there was a very real possibility that SHE would be the target of the psycho bitch’s HOSTILITY.
“Mm...Yes, sweetie?” Insults about her flirt-game fell upon deaf ears --- Kinda hard to feel like she wasn’t doing a good job when the girl was WRITHING & GASPING beneath her weight. Maybe she wasn’t the best at flattery. & She probably wasn’t great at looking SEXY. (Try as she might). However, biology was biology & the second you added a toned thigh to a pussy through fabric, well --- Results were EVIDENT. It really hadn’t been her INTENTION. But, now that she was pressed up against that hot cunt & she’d heard Beth’s reaction, all that...REPRESSED DESIRE was bubbling to the surface. Rock of her pelvis in rhythm with the other girl’s movements,
GRINDING CEASED --- Yet, the itsy-bitsy fashionista kept her leg firmly in place. Pressed right up against her “friend” through damp leggings. Wait, were they damp? Emily was gonna convince herself they were ‘cause the thought STROKED HER EGO. “Jeeeesus Michael! Could you be any more thirsty?” Despite the pang in her chest, she chuckled & pulled away from Beth’s cleavage to stare up at him --- He looked TURNED ON. & It wasn’t HER he was checking out...Ugh. This was what always happened when he watched Jess & her mess around while drunk. He’d check out her bestie more than his girlfriend. Or worse, sometimes he asked to JOIN. Really did a number on her self-esteem. Made her feel...UNATTRACTIVE & UGLY to him. (Also made her think he was cheating on her). “Save it for after the party, buddy.” Suggestive smirk tugged at full lips & she was drunkenly reaching for her boyfriend’s belt-loop --- Was she flirting again? (She was TRYING). Still, very much laying ON TOP of another person.
“Son of a bitch.” Breathed bitterly into Beth’s flesh when the little nutjob came skipping after Michael --- Shoulda expected her to be right on his trail. She always was. FUCKING. STALKER. “Calm your fucking tits, Han.” Asian twisted her emaciated form --- Hipbone CLACKING against the girl beneath her as she rolled off her body & plummeted back to the carpeted floor. “Oh, God!” High-pitched WAIL --- How was she supposed to fight a bitch in this condition? Luckily, or unluckily, the elder twin’s sights were set on her baby sister. ‘Bethany Washington. You better fucking explain. You know how much I...’ Way Hannah used Beth’s full name like an INSULT, kinda made it clear WHY the girl loathed being called that --- Musta been somethin' her family used when they were SCOLDING her. “She didn’t do anything! Mike, pleeeease!” If anyone could calm the bitch down, it would be her...OBSESSION. Em’s stomach churned at the thought. But, they needed to talk about this rationally. Or, well, as rationally as a bunch of emotionally FUCKED UP teens were capable. “Look. It’s all just, like, this huge misunderstanding.” (Were her words even comprehensible?) “I was, just, drunk and, uh, I couldn’t get up. She helped me and I kinda, like, fell on top of her and shit. That’s all.”
