Wait for Me

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Olivia

Will was hammered. The last time I ever seen him this drunk was on his nineteenth birthday when Clay and I took him out to a club. I sat him on the bed and he grinned at me. He reached forward and squeezed my ass with both hands. I laughed and tried to remove his sweater.

"Will, you need to sleep. You're drunk."

"Pfft. I'm not that drunk." He replied. "I just feel really good. You feel even better though." He groaned as he rubbed my ass.

I pulled away from his gasp and pushed him on the bed. I pointed at the spot he laid in and said, "Sleep."

He frowned and stuck his tongue out at me. I leaned over and gave him a kiss over his lips. He grinned and grasped my head, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I bit it and he pulled back with a hiss.

"Will, I mean it. Sleep. I'll go get you a bucket for when you puke your guts out." I put my hands on my hips and blew out an exasperated breath.

He waved me off. "I'm not gonna throw up."

"We'll see about that." I chuckled.

I grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and placed it on the floor beside him. I left the room and was met with moans and groans coming from the bedroom adjacent to ours. I sighed. The last thing I wanted to think about was my parents having sex.

I quickly darted to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and Advil. I jogged back to our bedroom just in time for Will to throw up in the bucket. I laughed and stuck the water bottle and Advil on the end table.

I left the room and went to sit on the couch, putting on a movie. When I was just starting to fall asleep, the front door swung open and Kim and Cameron walked through the door, laughing. I smiled when I saw them and snuggled into the couch.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Kim asked. "What did my brother do?"

"He got drunk and is now throwing up." I said through a laugh. "I'm not sleeping beside him if he's doing that."

"He cannot handle his liquor, man." She said and shook her head. She paused and sat down beside me. "Want to sleep in my bed with me?"

I shook my head. "No, you and Cameron go have fun."

Kim patted my butt and stood up. "If you insist."

"Oh, also, beware. The parents are frisky tonight."

As if on queue, a loud moan came from my parent's bedroom. I cringed, and Kim laughed.

"You mean your parents are frisky. Not mine."

Kim went upstairs and pointed to her room. Cameron kissed her cheek and went to her room.

"Mom, Dad, I'm—oh my god!" Kim screamed.

Kim came to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. She sat beside me on the couch, and I laughed as she shakily brought it to her lips.

"You were saying?" I said, laughing.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

My dad came down the stairs only wearing shorts and waved at me, smiling. I just looked at him.

"What?" He asked, scratching his head.

"You guys weren't quiet." I said. He laughed and continued to the fridge. "I'm serious, Dad. I'm scarred for life."