“Emily can handle herself. Besides, she’s involved in everything when it comes to school.” I don’t love the idea of her going to some party, but it's going to happen. She’ll be off to college next year.

“Who is throwing this party?”

“Kid named West.”

“As in West McDonald?”

“Yeah, you know him?” What the hell? Has Chase been keeping up on high school drama or something?

“I know the McDonald brothers. He’s the youngest and just like his brothers.”

“Jason.” I remember now. He’d gone to high school with us. He was a giant asshole. Entitled little shit but a lot of kids coming out of Bradford are.

“Emily doesn’t need to be over at their house.” Chase stands and starts to pace. Back in the day when Chase and I were still in school, we were always tight. That means he often looked out for Emily too. He can be more protective than me at times.

“I’m telling you Emily can handle herself, but I’ll text her.” I pull out my phone and fire off a text to my sister. My phone dings a few seconds later.

Emily: Yes, I’m going.

Me: West McDonald is a prick

Emily: Tell me something I don’t know

“She knows he’s a dick. She’ll stay away from him.” I show him my phone. He glares at it. It dings again. Chase smirks at whatever is on the screen. I turn it around to look for myself.

Emily: I’ll be fine. Plus, I have Molly with me.

“Mother fucker,” I grumble, coming to my feet.

“I’m coming with you.” Chase follows me out of his condo.

Molly doesn’t listen very well. She brought this on herself. I warned her. Now she’s going to learn what happens when she doesn’t do as she’s told. My cock hardens painfully at the thought.

What has this girl done to me?

9

Molly

“Thanks for coming with me,” Emily says as she makes a turn at the light. “I needed to get out of the house.”

“You’re always out of the house.” I laugh.

“Yeah, I try to keep busy.”

I’ve noticed. When I’d gotten home, I’d rushed upstairs to find a new pair of panties. I couldn’t go in and meet the seamstress without wearing them. I could tell something was up with Emily, but I’m not sure what. She wasn’t her normal happy self. Which was very abnormal with us trying on our dresses. Usually, she’s chattering away about this or that. But she was kind of quiet.