Prologue

Alice was feeling bored, very bored indeed. She was waiting outside the gazebo for her big sister, who was inside the gazebo with her boyfriend. Alice didn’t like her big sister’s boyfriend. Her big sister’s boyfriend ignored her most of the time and on the few occasions when he did noticed her he just called her “little brat”. She, for her part, just call him “The Boyfriend” and ignored him back. Not that “The Boyfriend” cared; he just wanted to spend all his time kissing her big sister, who was more than happy to oblige.
Alice was outside the gazebo because they were inside kissing and she had to wait for them because her big sister was supposed to be minding her while their mother was out doing the shopping.
“Though all she seems to mind is ‘The Boyfriend’,” Alice dropped the daisy chain she had just finished making and looked around the garden for something else to do.
Inside the gazebo she could hear rustling and sucking sounds. And once her big sister had said, quite distinctly, “Oh no, don’t do that.” But then she had giggled and the rustling and sucking sounds had resumed. The gazebo itself was overgrown with a dense tangle of climbing roses, so Alice could not see inside. Not that Alice really had any interest in seeing what they were doing. As she said to herself, “she did not know quite what they were doing, and did not quite want to know.” She just wanted something to happen to relieve the boredom.
It was a typical late September day where through the sun still shone brightly the air carried a chill. So she when she had first sat down to wait for her sister to finish kissing “The Boyfriend” Alice had chosen the sunny side of the gazebo. For there in the still air and full sunshine she could pretend that it was early summer; pulling her light summer skirt up to let her legs get a little more colour and slipping her spaghetti straps off her shoulders to avoid any tan lines and that the dreaded return-to-school was months away not next week. But now, ages and ages later, she was feeling rather warm sitting in the sunshine and so decided to move around to the shaded side of the gazebo.
She stood, letting her skirt fall and shrugging her straps back onto her shoulders, and started to make her way around the gazebo. Inside the rustling and sucking continued unabated. As Alice passed by the open entrance of the gazebo she happened to glance inside. And stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock. Her sister and “The Boyfriend” were doing more than just kissing.
Alice’s big sister and “The Boyfriend” were sitting beside each other on the little bench in the gazebo, his arm was around her sister’s shoulder and their lips were locked together. Her sister’s blouse was half undone and her bra was pulled down to expose her left breast. But what was most surprising to Alice was that “The Boyfriend”‘s other hand was not touching her sister’s breast, but that his hand was pushed down the front of her sister’s shorts.
But what was even more surprising was that her sister’s hand was down the front of her boyfriend’s jeans.
Alice just stood and started open mouthed at the scene.
Their eyes were closed and neither of the older teens noticed that Alice was standing there looking at them. They continued to french kiss and their hands continued to make rhythmic motions inside each others clothes.
Alice looked quickly to the left and then to the right, as if expecting someone, their mother for instance, to suddenly show up and discover the naughty things that her big sister and “The Boyfriend” were doing. For Alice was in no doubt that what they were doing was naughty, very naughty indeed.
But nobody came and Alice just stood and stared as the two frenched kissed, their hands making sympathetic movements at each others crotches.
Alice did not know what to do.
Should she interrupt? It would ruin their pleasure, that was for sure; but they would also be angry at her and she did not really want to provoke an argument.
Alice smiled to herself.
Or she could continue to watch.
Alice’s smile broadened.
Yes. It felt naughty, but a good naughty. She wanted to see what the two of them would do.
But she could not just stand in the gazebo’s entrance, they were bound to open their eyes sooner or later and see her standing there.
She looked around quickly and decided to move around to the left, where the roses were thinner and there was a greater likelihood that she would find a gap to look through.
A shrill scream pierced the air.
Alice’s heart jumped and she looked around in terror.
Her sister was looking at her, “The Boyfriend” bemusedly opening his eyes as if from a dream.
“You little brat,” her sister looked straight at Alice. “What do you think you are doing?”
“The Boyfriend” looked around and saw Alice standing there.
Alice opened her mouth to answer her sister, but “The Boyfriend” interrupted her.
“The little brat is spying on us,” he pulled his hand from out of his girlfriend’s shorts.
“I am not,” Alice found her voice.
“Why you little…” her sister pulled her hand out of her boyfriend’s jeans and stood up.
Alice started to feel frightened. Her sister and her boyfriend were very angry. And yet she had done nothing wrong.
Alice turned to run away but her sister caught her arm.
Alice jerked her hand out of her sister’s grip, but lost her balance. As she fell someone made a grab for her, but missed. She fell heavily against the wall of the gazebo, cracking her head, and tumbled onto the ground. She found her hands under herself and started to push herself up; then just rolled over on to her back and closed her eyes for a moment.

Chapter 1 – Drink Me