Greg found his eyes following his sister's swaying bottom as she made her way to the kitchen. He wasn't consciously aware of it as he stared at her shapely ass. When she walked around the counter, he thought that he really should see what sort of alcohol his mother had brought over. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
There were six bottles of alcohol there, which he had barely noticed earlier when they put away the groceries. There were the obvious vodka, rum, and whiskey, plus grenadine, kahlua, and peach schnapps. All of the bottles were still mostly full, and the whiskey and kahlua were unopened.
"Rum and coke okay, or would you like something else?" Kelly asked him. She had shouted it before she turned and saw him standing three feet away.
"That sounds fine," Greg said with a sm
