Notes

Kayla and Pirate were at their mother's house one night on the weekend. Both were heavily intoxicated from drinking a whole bottle of vodka. With no adults around, they were free to do whatever the hell they want.
Pirate looked over at the drunken Kayla, eyeing her with a lustful. To him, she was beautiful (inside and out), smart, courageous, and kind. To him, she was perfect, she was his. Alas, it was all a fantasy of his since Kayla was his twin sister.
Kayla noticed Pirate's gaze, a light pink grazing her cheeks. Never before had he looked at her like that, it was something that made her tingle a little down south ( ;} ). Pirate leaned close to her face, the smell of alcohol entering her nostrils.
"K-Kayla, I know this is b-bad what I'm about to d-do....but trust me, I'll wear p-protection.." Pirate slurred, pressing his lips against Kayla's fine, smooth ones before she could protest. She got a gut wrenching feeling but that small rush of adrenaline pumped through her, knowing that this was wrong on many levels.
Kayla froze up from the kiss, but soon melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pirate smirked against her lips, slowly tracing his tongue across her lower lip for access. Kayla felt her blush heat up, and denied him any access to her mouth. Pirate let out a husky chuckle, reaching his hand under her shirt, groping her right breast. She gasped out of surprise, he shooting her tongue into her wet cavern, exploring every nook and cranny.
Kayla let out a soft inaudible moan as Pirate began to squeeze and massage her right breast as they kissed. Pirate pulled back from her, a thin trail of saliva connecting between their lips.
"Mmm~ Just as good as I expected.." Pirate cooed, pinning Kayla against a nearby wall. Kayla looked up at him with wide eyes and her cheeks where scarlet. Pirate realized he was groping her right breast still and slipped his other hand up her shirt, grabbing her left.
"Lift your arms up." He ordered in a husky tone, Kayla obliging with ease since he was so mesmerizing. Pirate lifted the shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. He smirked, moving his hand to her breasts again. He start to squeeze and knead them, though her bra was in the way.
Pirate moved his hands to the hooks of her bra, and started unclipping them one by one. He slid the bra off her arms, tossing it onto the floor. Pirate stared at her breasts, once again holding the mounds in his hands.
"Ya know Kayla, I still can do ANYTHING I wanted to you." Pirate said softly, sending shivers down Kayla's spine. With no answer from her, he began to tweak and twist her nipples gently. This resulted in a small gasp from the girl, her knees buckling slightly. He smirked, heaving her up and held her, her legs wrapped around his waist.