Harry Stevens

The family_s hot relations

CHAPTER ONE

The fly of Jane Hawthorne's tight jeans was wide open. Her exposed bikini panties cut across the soft roll of her lower belly in a yellow ribbon, with her navel pouting just above the elastic waistband.

Bud noticed it from all the way across the room. He drifted over to Jane, approaching her casually so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"You're unzipped," he whispered in her ear.

Jane looked at him with a smirk. It was then that Bud realized how drunk she was.

"C'mon. Just zip up. I'll stand in front of you so nobody can see. No problem."

Even as high as she obviously was, Jane's reckless response surprised Bud. "Leave me alone!" she snapped. "I don't need you to tell me how to behave at my own party."

"Please," Bud persisted. "Don't make a scene."

"I'll do whatever I want!" Jane hissed.

A few people were starting to look. Bud fended them off for the time being with a fake smile.

"My, my, aren't you the diplomat," Jane said sarcastically. "If you want to be useful, why don't you get me another drink? That's what I really need, not your crappy advice."