“Hi, My name is Julie,” she said, reaching for a prawn.“I just love prawns, don’t you?” she added, her red lips making her nibbling incredib...y erotic.“Hi, I’m Kerrie,” I mumbled, my eyes drawn to hers, which were deep blue, penetrating and mysterious.Small talk followed: Was I here alone? Was I enjoying the party? What did I think of art? As we talked, her eyes bored into me, her hand would brush my sleeve, once reaching up to brush my hair from my ear (commenting on my ear rings). Each touch. His face was three shades of red. As we finished desert I suggested we watch a movie since it was still early and he said "That would be nice". I stood up but he was hesitant and took another drink of water. Julie disappeared down the hall and I turned towards the living room, giving him the chance to stand. I knew he had to be hesitant because his cock was hard. He came in the living room and I suggested he sit on the couch because you could see the tv better so he sat down on one end and I. ..but that's regular "sibling" rivalry I guess.When we were 16, my best friend Adam talked to me about Stacy, asking regular questions like "how old is she?", "does she have a boyfriend", etc. At that time, I didn't give a shit about her, so I told him straight out to fuck her if he wants. Well they dated only for 2 months, only cause she treated him like crap. Even Adam said she was a cunt to him. Granted I warned him about her, but he didn't want to listen. Maybe it as cause of me. I. "Well…the Commander had a bright idea of "cutting loose" for the night and letting their pilot, Joker Moreau, give everyone on the crew shots of "blue moon". Though not lethal as Red sand nor addictive, it had the undesirable effect of escalating things at the party." He said as he put in some codes into the laptop and turned it towards James.It was a video.A good quality HD video at that.It was the bridge of the Normandy, food piled and spilled everywhere, drink on tables and then.…."You.