Chapter 7 : 🌶️ Nocturnal Drift
(Narrator : Josh)
The evening winds down. The laughter softens, faces relaxing under the haze of alcohol, and one by one, our friends start getting up, ready to call it a night. I feel tense, my mind tangled in everything that’s happened. Jessica’s kiss still lingers in my thoughts. I can’t figure out what came over her or why she went along with the game like that.
I glance over at Jessica. She’s completely wasted. Her movements are clumsy, her steps unsteady, and I watch as she clings to the table to keep herself upright. She’s not really here anymore. All that’s left is that hazy, carefree laughter that only comes when you’ve had way too much to drink.
- Harper (leaning in and whispering): “Hey, Josh… I think Jess might’ve had a bit too much. You should help her get to bed.”
I freeze. Of course, it had to fall on me. Harper looks at me with a smile that only makes me feel worse. She doesn’t know everything spinning around in my head, but her teasing tone hits like a slap.
- Harper (with a wink): “Don’t get into too much trouble in there, okay?”
Heat rises to my cheeks. I force myself to sound casual, but I’m anything but.
- Josh (awkward): “No, don’t worry, nothing’s gonna happen… She’s way too drunk for that.”
I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth, but Harper doesn’t seem to care. She just shrugs with an amused smile.
- Harper (with a sly smile): “That doesn’t always stop her, you know…”
My stomach twists. Why would she say that? I’m already uncomfortable after what happened during Spin the Bottle, and now this strange comment unsettles me even more. Is Jess not the person I thought she was? Do I not know her as well as I believed?
I glance at her again. She’s just a shadow of the Jessica I grew up with, the one I thought I understood completely. That kiss… it’s changed everything. It feels like I’m looking at someone new, someone I don’t recognize, someone I can’t make sense of anymore.
How did we end up here?
Harper walks away, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts. I don’t have a choice—I have to help her. But every step I take toward her feels heavy, weighed down by confusion and unease. I’m not ready to face whatever’s coming next.
I move toward Jessica, who’s swaying unsteadily, barely able to walk without stumbling. I slide my arm under hers to steady her, and she leans into me without really registering what’s happening. She’s completely drunk. Her eyes are half-closed, and she mumbles something incomprehensible, laughing softly to herself.
- Josh (softly): “Come on, Jess, let’s get you to bed.”
She doesn’t answer, just slumps heavily against me, her head dropping onto my shoulder. We make our way toward the bedroom slowly, her shaky steps forcing her to rely on me with every move. Each tiny point of contact between us, no matter how small, sends a wave of discomfort through me. There’s a tension in the air—something unspoken that weighs heavy.
When we finally reach the door to the bedroom, I hesitate for a moment before stepping inside. Everything feels too real now. Being alone together, just the two of us, after everything that’s happened… I feel the pressure rising in my chest.
I help her inside, the tension in the room almost suffocating. I guide her to sit on the edge of the bed, trying not to touch her too much, but it’s impossible. Every movement feels clumsy, and I can feel her practically collapse onto the mattress. I let out a deep breath—more for myself than for her—and sit briefly on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of how we ended up here.
- Josh (in a low voice, almost a whisper): “Why did you do that?”
I know she’s too drunk to give me a straight answer, but I have to ask. I need to understand. Why did she kiss me like that in front of everyone? And why did she act like she didn’t know me? Everything has become so tangled, so confusing.
She turns her head toward me, her half-closed eyes hazy and unfocused.
- Jessica (in a drunken whisper): “It’s just a game… Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
She has no idea how serious this is. To her, it all seems so light, so inconsequential. But I see it differently. That kiss has complicated everything, made it all so much… slipperier. Our friends will never see us the same way again. And now, it’s going to be even harder to tell them the truth.
- Josh (frustrated, speaking to Jessica): “Jess, you don’t get it… How are we supposed to explain this now? We were supposed to tell them the truth—that was the plan. But now, after all this, it’s… it’s worse than ever.”
Jessica looks at me, that faint smile still on her lips, oblivious to the mess we’re in. Frustration bubbles up inside me as she shrugs, as if my worries are nothing more than trivial details.
Jessica (laughing softly): “Relax, Josh. It was just a kiss… they’ll forget.”
Josh (exasperated): “Forget? Jess, you know them as well as I do. They’re going to bring it up for months. And every time they do, it’s going to get harder and harder to tell them the truth—to explain that there’s nothing between us.”
She shrugs again, brushing off my concerns with casual indifference. Jess’s nonchalance throws me completely. I can’t believe she doesn’t see where this is taking us.
- Jessica (with a sly smile): “Honestly, Josh… why are you so stressed about this? It’s not a big deal. They’re having fun, we’re having fun, that’s all.”
- Josh (irritated): “Because I don’t want them getting the wrong idea. And… I don’t want us sinking any deeper into this lie. We should’ve told them the truth from the start, and now… now we’re stuck.”
She lets out a soft laugh, clearly too drunk to take any of this seriously. She closes her eyes, leaning against the wall, floating somewhere between reality and oblivion.
- Jessica (sighing): “You’re overthinking this, Josh. Relax. Life isn’t supposed to be so… complicated.”
I stare at her, frustration boiling inside me. She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t see everything at stake, everything this charade has turned into.
- Josh (quieter, but still tense): “Jess, it’s easy for you to say that. You’re not the one who’s going to face endless questions, the teasing, the looks… all because of something that isn’t even real.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me, but her gaze is distant, detached. That faint smile of hers doesn’t fade as she stares at me like none of this matters.
- Jessica (dreamy): “They’ll forget, Josh. You’ll see. And even if they don’t… why should it matter so much?”
I’m at my limit. I know she’s completely wasted, but I can’t stop myself from trying to get through to her. It’s like talking to a brick wall. This version of Jessica can’t grasp the weight of what’s happening, and that makes it all the more unbearable.
- Josh (sighing): “Jess, you’re my little sister… And right now, my friends… they’re thinking that we…”
I let the sentence hang, unable to finish it. The weight of the thought is too much, and it’s clear she doesn’t grasp the full gravity of it. She keeps smiling faintly, her gaze hazy, like my words are floating somewhere far away from her.
She closes her eyes again, that same faint smile lingering, as if she’s completely detached from the worries consuming me. Then, without warning, she starts to relax even more, slipping off her shoes, her movements slow and unbothered. She’s drifting into a carefree lightness that unsettles me even more.
- Jessica (in a slow, drawn-out voice): “We’ll… figure it out tomorrow, Josh… It’s nothing…”
She gives a faint smile, her words stretching under the weight of the alcohol. To her, this all seems so trivial, but I can’t stop thinking about that kiss—about everything that’s unfolding. She doesn’t realize this is so much more than just a “game” to our friends.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost don’t notice Jessica beginning to undress.
At first, it doesn’t really register. Her movements are sluggish and uncoordinated, and I see her hand drift toward her skirt. I turn slightly, assuming she’s just getting ready to sleep, but I’m yanked out of my daze the moment her skirt drops to the floor.
- Josh (shocked): “Jess… What are you doing?”
She lets out a soft laugh, light and almost childlike, and it only makes me feel more uneasy.
- Jessica (cheerfully, completely drunk): “Well… it’s just you. No big deal.”
She says it with such casualness that I freeze. Like it’s nothing—like undressing in front of me is the most normal thing in the world. Maybe to her, it is, but for me, the discomfort is impossible to ignore.
She leans forward, fumbling to pull off her tights, struggling with the elastic that doesn’t seem to cooperate. I just stand there, unsure how to respond. I should look away, leave the room, anything—but I’m paralyzed, caught between embarrassment and confusion.
I watch as she continues, seemingly oblivious to my presence. She pulls her tights off with clumsy movements, then stands up, now wearing only her underwear. My eyes instinctively fall on her. I don’t want to look, but I can’t stop myself. There’s something about this moment—something unsettling, something so far removed from anything I ever imagined—that leaves me utterly shaken.
- Jessica (with an amused smile): “What’s the matter, Josh… Are you checking me out?”
Heat rushes to my face. She laughs, oblivious to the weight of her words, while I fumble for a response, thrown off by the teasing look in her eyes.
- Josh (embarrassed, turning away): “Cut it out, Jess… It’s not… I’m not looking at you like that.”
She bursts into laughter, clearly entertained by my reaction, as if all of this is just harmless fun. But an indescribable unease rises inside me. What she just said rattles me more than I’d like to admit.
- Jessica (teasing, her tone light): “Yeah, sure… Admit it, Josh, you think I’m sexy.”
I shake my head, trying to pull myself together, but the words won’t come. Her mischievous smile and the casualness of her comments completely throw me off balance. She’s too drunk to realize what she’s saying, but for me, the impact is undeniable.
- Josh (stammering, trying to stay calm): “Jess… you’re my sister. This is… it’s just weird, okay?”
She laughs again, like my words are nothing more than entertainment for her. And I feel even more lost, completely unsure of how to escape this conversation that keeps dragging me deeper into discomfort. How did I end up here, in this room, with Jess half-naked, utterly unaware of what she’s doing?
I try to look away, but I can’t help myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as she finishes peeling off her tights, her movements slowed by the alcohol, clumsy yet strangely mesmerizing. Her underwear comes into view as the fabric slides down her legs, revealing lingerie I never would have imagined her wearing—lingerie I was never supposed to see. Far too sexy for just a night’s sleep.
A shiver runs through me as I realize Jessica hadn’t planned to just sleep tonight. No. She’d prepared for something far more intimate. She was expecting to meet that “stranger,” the one she thought she was supposed to seduce… without knowing it was me.
I’m caught between embarrassment and shame, but I can’t stop myself from looking. Her body is revealed more with every clumsy movement, and despite everything I know, everything I tell myself, I’m captivated—hypnotized—by what I see.
What am I doing? I shouldn’t even be here.
I force myself to look away, but my mind keeps circling back to her—to the delicate curve of her body, the way her skin catches the room’s soft light. A rush of confusion and unease washes over me. I know I shouldn’t think like this, but it’s impossible to stop.
I stand abruptly, desperate to break the moment, to regain some sense of control. I need to do something—anything—rather than just stay here, watching her. I grab my shirt, yanking it off quickly, ready to crash on the armchair and end this night before the temptation consumes me completely.
But just as I turn to step away, I hear her move behind me. Instinctively, I glance back—and see her slipping off her top. My pulse halts.
- Josh (stunned): “What are you doing!?”
Her breasts are bare, and for a split second, I’m completely frozen, unable to look away. I should feel disgusted, upset, but in that moment, I’m just… shaken.
Jessica, still drunk, shrugs casually.
- Jessica (in a drawling tone): “What? I’m just getting comfortable to sleep.”
She says it like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as if it doesn’t matter at all that she’s nearly naked in front of me. Her carefree attitude, fueled by the alcohol, throws me completely off balance. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing.
- Josh (frustrated but trying to stay calm): “Could you at least… I don’t know, change somewhere else or put on a shirt?”
I’m struggling to keep my composure, but the situation is spiraling out of my control. My thoughts are a chaotic mess—a swirl of shame, forbidden desire, and confusion. Every second I spend in this room feels like I’m slipping further away from solid ground.
She shakes her head, still amused, as if my discomfort is utterly baffling to her.
- Jessica (with a light laugh): “Oh, come on, Josh. You’re my brother. It’s not like I’m going to embarrass you.”
I stare at her, stunned. She genuinely seems to believe none of this matters. She doesn’t grasp the gravity of what she’s doing or the effect it’s having on me. My face flushes, but she keeps smiling, relaxed, as if her closeness and lack of shame are the most natural things in the world.
- Jessica (shrugging): “We grew up together, didn’t we? This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me like this, right?”
I swallow hard, trying to hide the turmoil brewing inside me.
But I can’t stop looking at her. Her figure stands before me, nearly bare, and despite myself, I’m captivated by what I see. Every part of me screams that this is wrong, that I should look away, but my eyes keep finding her, drawn as if by some invisible force.
Why am I looking at her like this? Why can’t I stop?
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be seeing her like this. But I’m trapped in my own thoughts, unable to escape the moment.
Jessica seems entertained by my discomfort. Her drunken, almost mischievous smile fixes on me, as if she knows exactly what’s running through my mind. She sees my gaze drifting back to her, again and again, unable to break away, and she’s playing with it, pushing the provocation even further.
Jessica (mocking, provocative): “Well, Josh… am I turning you on? Are you really checking me out? Do I excite you or something?”
Josh (deeply embarrassed): “D-Don’t be ridiculous, Jess… I mean… just—stop, okay”
My pulse stumbles. She says it like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as if she doesn’t care about what it might mean. Her words hit me like a blow, and I feel a surge of heat rising within me. It’s too much. She’s crossing a line I never thought could be crossed.
She chuckles at my frozen reaction, as if taking pleasure in tormenting me. Then, without warning, she turns away and stumbles clumsily toward the bed.
- Jessica (provocative): “If it intrigues you that much, come take a closer look… no one’s stopping you.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. She’s raw, unfiltered, and every syllable sinks me deeper into discomfort. How can she say things like that? I’m frozen, unable to respond or move. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I’m caught between my tangled thoughts and the growing shame burning inside me.
Jessica reaches the bed, and without even bothering to pull the sheets over herself, she collapses like dead weight, wearing nothing but her panties. She lands face-down on the mattress, her legs slightly parted, her ass shamelessly on display—completely defenseless, and right in front of me.
I remain frozen, my gaze incapable of looking away. Her curves are perfectly outlined under the room’s soft light, and I feel my mind slipping into thoughts I have no business entertaining.
Why… why am I looking at her like this?
But I keep looking. I can’t help but take in every line of her body. My eyes are drawn to her ass, and despite the overwhelming embarrassment and shame washing over me, I can’t tear my gaze away. The way she’s lying there—vulnerable, half-naked—mesmerizes me.
My thoughts grow darker, more explicit. I shouldn’t think this about her, but her body feels like a siren’s call, a temptation I can’t resist. I catch myself imagining what it would be like to touch her, to explore those curves I’m staring at with unsettling intensity.
She’s my sister… I shouldn’t…
Every second that passes makes the situation more unbearable, but I’m frozen, unable to move, trapped in this mix of forbidden desire and shame. I fight against my own thoughts, but they always circle back to her—to that image of her sprawled out before me, vulnerable, utterly unaware of the effect she’s having on me.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I pull myself together. Forcing my body to move, I break free of the unhealthy fixation that’s held me captive. I lean down to grab a blanket, my hands trembling slightly from the rush of adrenaline and discomfort.
I step closer to her and, without looking directly at her, I drape the blanket over her half-naked body, finally covering the curves that had disturbed me so deeply. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself.
I collapse into the armchair, drained—not just from the madness of the day, but from the tension suffocating the room. My entire body feels tight, unsettled by what just happened.
I close my eyes, but the image of Jessica, nearly naked in front of me, refuses to fade…