A Normal Party
by Pan
Chapter 1
Normally I wouldn’t be seen dead at a party with my brother.
It’s not even like we don’t get along. We get along fine, as far as siblings go. He’s a few years younger than me, he’s fine to hang out with, I guess, but...I dunno, we just run in different circles.
Our age gap—plus the fact—that I’ve always been more popular than him (I don’t think that’s bragging; I’ve just always known how to play the social game) plus the difference in our personalities just means that...I dunno, there’s nothing for me to gain from be seen at a party with him.
At school, I think people know that he’s my brother, but we don’t make a big deal out of it. And if you were to look at us, you wouldn’t guess. I’m brunette, he’s a sort of sandy blonde. I’m tall and slender, he’s short and stocky, I’m pretty and confident, he’s...well, let’s just say he’s never been much of a ladies’ man.
Oh, I guess that’s another part of it. I’m gay, he’s straight. Like, Mom once joked that should give us MORE in common, but...I dunno. I go to a lot of queer parties, and they don’t really want another straight guy hanging out and making everyone uncomfortable.
I love my brother, but he’s exactly the kind of straight guy who’d make everyone at the party uncomfortable, y’know?
Anyway. That’s why I didn’t want to go to the party with him tonight.
But then he came into my room and asked me, and...I don’t even know why I said yes.
I mean I literally don’t know. I him coming in, looking kind of nervous (not unusual for my brother in general, but noteworthy when it was just the two of us). And then...all of a sudden, I was agreeing to go to the party.
No, it was even weirder than that. The next thing I was that I was dressed up for the party! Like, ready to go.
And yeah, I mean dressed up.
I was wearing a black cocktail dress, one of those dresses you have in the closet but never think you’ll actually make use of (I think I’ve worn it exactly twice: to a family wedding and then a James Bond-themed party), and I looked great. I was feeling hot, too, because, you know, I do like my body.
I just didn’t know why I’d agreed to go. Or, for that matter, what the party was.
“So, uh, where are we going?” I asked, my arm linked in my brother’s. He’d dressed up too—a dark blue suit with a light blue tie. He wasn’t about to win any fashion awards, but still, he looked good. It gave me a little bit of hope that maybe I wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be seen with him.
My brother laughed. “You’re joking, right?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond—he must have told me, during the weird gap in my memory—so I laughed along. “Haha, yeah. Just, uh...wondering if I’ll know everyone there.”
He laughed again. “No,” he said, as we approached the doorway. “At least, not at first.”
When we got to the door, my eyebrows shot up. It was a fancy house, and I could see through the open door that there were lots of people inside. I knew we were in a wealthy neighborhood, but I’d figured we were visiting someone in those little houses you see between the mansions.
Nope. This was a capital-M mansion. How did my brother know someone from this side of town?
And what the hell had I agreed to?
“Owen!!”
The hostess was stunning, and at least a decade older than my brother. She was wearing a long red gown that looked expensive, and a matching pair of heels. Her face and figure were just...beautiful. I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone that attractive before.
I was still trying to process this when my brother introduced me to her.
“Sis, this is Mrs. Wells. She’s the one who asked me to bring you.”
The older lady smiled. “Please, call me Anna. Welcome, both of you.”
I felt my cheeks grow warm. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“Anna,” she laughed. “I insist.”
She led us into the living room. There were plenty of people at the party, and I saw that they were all dressed up, too, which made me feel less self-conscious about being in my fancy dress. My brother was the only dude there who wasn’t wearing a tuxedo, but no one seemed to judge him.
Instead, as soon as he entered, everyone turned and gave him a smile.
How did my brother know all these people?
We wandered around the room, my brother introducing me to a few people. They were all the same age as Mrs. Wells—as Anna—and almost as attractive. As soon as we got a chance, I pulled him aside.
“Owen,” I hissed. “What is this place?“
He laughed, just like the first time that I’d asked, but this time I didn’t in. After a few seconds, he shot me a look.
“You don’t ?”
“N-no!” I replied, blushing. “Just...where are we? Whose party is this?”
Not for the first time that evening, my brother surprised me. Instead of responding, he just stared deep into my eyes. My eyes are quite a striking green, and so Owen’s brown eyes have always seemed relatively drab by comparison.
But as I stared deep into them, I realized I’d misjudged him. I’d misjudged his eyes. They weren’t drab. They were deep. Deep and...beautiful.
I could have stared into his eyes for hours, just completely lost myself in their depths and the way that he gazed back at me. It was like he was staring deep into my soul: so deep that I could barely hear what he said next.
“This is a normal party,” Owen said, his voice low and husky. “And everything you see me do, you’ll think is normal. Everything you see me do is normal, flirty fun.”
“Flirty...fun...” I responded, unaware that I was even speaking. Since when had my brother’s eyes been so stunning? Since when had he been so handsome, and spoken so…sensually?
He blinked, and all of a sudden the spell was broken.
“A normal party,” I repeated back. “Of course it is.”
I couldn’t even why I’d been so worried. This was just a normal party, and everything my brother did here was normal.
“Now,” he said, one hand on my back as he guided me across the room. “There is someone here you’ll know.“
Alexis had been in the grade below me, two or three grades above my brother. I’d graduated a year ago, and we’d fell out of touch, but she and I had always been friendly. She was one of those girls who defied stereotypes—she was smart and studious but not a nerd. She wasn’t one of the popular girls, but she’d always had the most amazing hair, and her clothes looked like they cost more than my car.
Oh, and she was a lesbian. We’d never dated (or even really flirted) but it’s one of those things you keep track of, y’know? The gays have gotta stick together.
“Owen!” she said as my brother approached, throwing her arms around him
“Hey, Alex,” he answered, hugging her back. She used to hate being called Alex, but I guess she’d grown out of it.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaimed, pulling away to look at me. “Oh my god, and you brought your sister!”
I held out my hand, but Alexis surprised me by drawing me into a hug instead. Like I said, we barely knew each other—I hadn’t realized we were ‘hugging’ close.
“Is this your place?” I asked, still trying to piece together exactly what this (normal) party was, but her attention was wholly back on my brother.
I had to stifle a grin. My brother, ever the flirt, had moved forward and pressed his lips against Alexis’s. Maybe he didn’t know she was a lesbian?
But she didn’t push back; I guess she knew that it was harmless. Instead, she moved her hands to his hair, and drew him closer.
Obviously I’d never watched my brother kiss before, but I knew that it was normal. It was just normal, flirty fun, at a normal party. So I didn’t look away as my brother and the lesbian made out ionately. She pressed her body against him, opening her mouth wide to allow his tongue in, grabbing his hair and his waist as though she was trying to pull him inside her.
The whole scene was so normal, so familiar, that I didn’t even blink when she moaned loudly, the guttural sound of a woman in heat. He responded by reaching down and grasping her ass; Alexis was wearing a tight, short blue dress, and as he grabbed her ass-cheeks I realized that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
Finally, Owen released her from his kiss, and she looked stunned.
“Oh my god, I need a minute,” she gasped, collapsing onto a nearby couch. I rolled my eyes; my brother could be such a flirt.
“Come on, sis,” he said, putting his hand on the small of my back once more. “There’s loads more people I want you to meet.”
The next few people we met were older men; older than even Mrs. Wells. They greeted Owen like they’d known him for decades, grasping his hand and thanking him for coming. He smiled, laughed, and joked, but (unsurprisingly) didn’t flirt with any of them. It wasn’t until we moved onto a woman who was in her early forties (at least) that he turned on the charm again.
“Jane,” my brother announced, smiling at the girl who was approaching him. “It’s great to see you.”
“Hi, Owen,” she replied, giving him a quick hug. She was wearing a pretty purple dress, and she was very tan, so I guessed she either spent a lot of time outside or—more likely—a lot of time in a tanning bed.
“How’ve you been?” she asked, and after a few lines of small-talk, Owen pulled her in to flirt, much like he had with Alexis.
I wasn’t sure whether or not I should be proud of my brother; since the last time I’d seen him interact with a woman he wasn’t related to, he’d somehow gone from completely socially inept to an absolute Casanova.
He was still a little clueless, I guess: he hadn’t ed to introduce me, so I just stood awkwardly at the side as he pulled “Jane” in for a kiss. Just like Alexis, she squealed with pleasure as he buried his tongue in her mouth, his hands running up and down her sides. Soon, she was moaning as he reached beneath her dress, grabbing her (also-bare, I realized) ass while they kissed.
He must have really thought he had a chance with Jane, because he didn’t stop there. Her eyes looked glazed over with lust when he pulled back (I wasn’t timing, but they must have been making out for several minutes) and she didn’t offer any resistance when he moved his hands to her shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees.
I glanced around the party; no one else seemed to have noticed (or cared about) what my brother was doing...and why would they? It was just normal, flirty fun. Jane’s eyes lit up as my brother removed his cock from his pants; I watched, somewhat intrigued, as he pulled it out.
It’s not like I’ve never seen a cock before: I may be a lesbian, but...y’know. I have the internet. But I’ve certainly never seen one in the flesh, and it was undeniably interesting to see how straight people flirted. Jane let out a small groan of pleasure as she wrapped her hands around my brother’s cock, slowly stroking it up and down while she looked up at him with lust in her eyes.
Neither of them said anything; he simply reached down and stroked the side of her face as she continued masturbating him. My brother really was the flirt; it wasn’t long before he let out a long moan of his own before his hips began to buck, and he filled Jane’s open mouth mouth with cum, some of it dripping down onto her beautiful dress.
She swallowed it down noisily, continuing to stroke him as if hoping to get more out of him. When he finally pulled back, she grinned at him as she scooped the rest of his cum up and licked her fingers clean.
“Thanks, Owen,” she said with a wink, standing up and straightening her dress.
“You’re welcome, Jane,” he smiled back at her, before seeming to notice me for the first time. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. This is my sister.”
I held out my hand, but Owen shot me a look. I glanced at him, to see what was wrong...well, it was meant to be a glance. Instead, I somehow found myself getting lost in his eyes again. Those deep, brown, beautiful eyes...
“Flirt with her,” my brother hissed. “It’s normal to flirt with people you meet at these parties.”
I couldn’t help but nod at his words.
Flirt with her. It was normal to flirt. This was a normal party.
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