Invite Matt over.
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Matt is the quarterback of the football team and a total hornball. In fact, his reputation with the ladies nearly exceeds your own. While he's not your favorite guy, you know that he can score alcohol whenever he wants. The possibilities are endless once alcohol enters this equation -- not only is Adam a lightweight who tends to pass out after a few drinks, but you're sure you can get Kara to go along with any of your perverted fantasies once she's loosened up. You're not too worried about Adam's folks. You rarely see them as it is, and the house is so big that you doubt they'd even hear anything you all were up to. | Matt is the quarterback of the football team and a total hornball. In fact, his reputation with the ladies nearly exceeds your own. While he's not your favorite guy, you know that he can score alcohol whenever he wants. The possibilities are endless once alcohol enters this equation -- not only is Adam a lightweight who tends to pass out after a few drinks, but you're sure you can get Kara to go along with any of your perverted fantasies once she's loosened up. You're not too worried about Adam's folks. You rarely see them as it is, and the house is so big that you doubt they'd even hear anything you all were up to. | ||
| - | You walk out into the hallway and call Matt | + | You walk out into the hallway and call Matt. |
"Hey man, I'm at Adam's house. You wanna hang? Can you bring some booze?" | "Hey man, I'm at Adam's house. You wanna hang? Can you bring some booze?" | ||
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"Always glad to help a bro out, man. I'll be over in 15." | "Always glad to help a bro out, man. I'll be over in 15." | ||
| - | As you walk back into the rec room | + | As you walk back into the rec room, you tell Adam and Kara that Matt is on his way over. You wonder how you can keep Matt away from Kara throughout the night. |
When Matt arrives, he is his usual boisterous, party-animal self. He's brought two 12-packs of beer and a bottle of clear liquor. | When Matt arrives, he is his usual boisterous, party-animal self. He's brought two 12-packs of beer and a bottle of clear liquor. | ||
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*[[Drink beer, but encourage Kara to have a shot of the liquor.]] | *[[Drink beer, but encourage Kara to have a shot of the liquor.]] | ||
*[[Fuck it. Drink a shot with Adam.]] | *[[Fuck it. Drink a shot with Adam.]] | ||
| + | *[[Try to get Matt drunk so you can get Kara for yourself]] | ||
[[Category: Your Best Friend's Younger Sister]] | [[Category: Your Best Friend's Younger Sister]] | ||
Current revision as of 01:26, 3 April 2017
Matt is the quarterback of the football team and a total hornball. In fact, his reputation with the ladies nearly exceeds your own. While he's not your favorite guy, you know that he can score alcohol whenever he wants. The possibilities are endless once alcohol enters this equation -- not only is Adam a lightweight who tends to pass out after a few drinks, but you're sure you can get Kara to go along with any of your perverted fantasies once she's loosened up. You're not too worried about Adam's folks. You rarely see them as it is, and the house is so big that you doubt they'd even hear anything you all were up to.
You walk out into the hallway and call Matt.
"Hey man, I'm at Adam's house. You wanna hang? Can you bring some booze?"
"Dude -- is Kara there?"
"Yeah, man."
"Shit, bro, that bitch is so fuckin' fine. I hear she's a virgin, too. Man, I'd fuckin' destroy that pussy!"
"Well, if I play my cards right, that's my plan for tonight."
Matt laughs.
"Always glad to help a bro out, man. I'll be over in 15."
As you walk back into the rec room, you tell Adam and Kara that Matt is on his way over. You wonder how you can keep Matt away from Kara throughout the night.
When Matt arrives, he is his usual boisterous, party-animal self. He's brought two 12-packs of beer and a bottle of clear liquor.
"This stuff will get you fucked up!" Matt hollers, indicating the label-less bottle.
"I dunno, man..." Adam says.
"You pussy or something?" Matt chides him.
"Fuck you, douche. Gimme that!" Adam downs a shot.
