She won’t stop passing out next to my fruity booty!

The night air was cool and crisp as I made my way through the tall grass, the moon casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. Jake was already there, lounging on a blanket with a bottle of whiskey between his legs. He grinned at me as I approached, his eyes roaming over my body in a way that made my skin tingle.

“Hey, sis,” he said, patting the blanket beside him. “Glad you could make it.”

I sat down, tucking my legs under me and trying to ignore the way my nipples hardened beneath my thin shirt. Jake poured us each a glass of whiskey, and we clinked them together before taking a sip.