My sister and I enjoy smoking pot... a lot. You could say we are stoners or pot heads. We typically smoke separately, but a few times a year we hang out together to get high. You probably wouldn't know by looking at us though. I'm a 36 year old Catholic school teacher. I also happen to be about 100 pounds overweight, so maybe you'd guess I occasionally get the munchies! My sister, Sarah, is 33 and also about 100 pounds overweight, although she has been good about losing weight. She's the rare BBW who has small breasts though, so it gives her a very round shape instead of curvy. She dresses a little funky, so if you didn't guess she does drugs, you'd at least come away thinking she's a little hippy-ish. She is a professional employee however... so we both come off as mostly normal.
We are pretty close. She's the youngest, I'm the oldest of our family. So we often bonded as kids (and adults) over the preferential treatment our brother, the middle child, seemed to always receive. We have similar senses of humor, similar tastes in movies, and even similar opinions about politics or world issues. So when we got together to hang out we had plenty to discuss and laugh about. I'm married with kids, so while we would often discuss family life, etc., we didn't usually need to discuss my sex life. She knew it was pretty much non-existent. We would sometimes discuss her sex life though... who she's dating, whether or not she has a booty call at the ready (she did), whatever drama that might come along with dating in your thirties in a small town, the fact that she enjoys giving blow jobs, mostly tame topics.
Incidentally, she is the one who introduced me to Literotica.com. Back in high school we had dial-up AOL internet service. I snooped on her account once and discovered her bookmarks included Literotica, as well as a website for squirters. As a high schooler in the 90's, that was an eye opener for sure. I had watched porn and such, and the vast amount of free internet porn was still a few years away, but I literally had no idea girls could do that. Ever since, I wondered if she looked it up because she was curious about her own abilities, or if she had learned about it in some other way.
My snooping didn't stop there. Back then, she kept a diary, I'd often read it. It had a few juicy bits about kissing her boyfriend, but that was about it. As adults, she lived with our parents for a while, and if I had the chance to be alone in the house, I did plenty of snooping on both her and my parents. She still occasionally kept diaries or journals, but it was more about life goals and such, nothing juicy. But she had a small vibrator. I discovered my parents had anal beads. My mom's vibrator that I discovered as a teenager was broken and eventually discarded. And it had been several years since I have found porn hidden in my dad's sweater drawer. It seems he discovered the vast amount of free internet porn as well.
I guess I'm just a curious person by nature. I've always been bi-curious, curious about crossdressing and transgender. My porn habit alone is all over the map. And I've always been curious about incest. I often had thoughts about my mother, once I tried to slip her the tongue when I kissed her goodnight, she made a funny face but never said anything. If my dad was working third shift, I would watch late night Cinemax in her room when she was asleep, hoping she'd catch me, and who knows what might happen from there... As a kid, I tried to seduce Sarah one time, but I didn't really have a clue what I was doing and she was put off by it and stopped it quickly. One time when hanging out as adults, smoking some weed, Sarah was complaining about our brother and how he tried to hook up with her as a kid. Feeling guilty, and not sure if she was trying to send me a hint or something about our past, I confessed it to her. She didn't seem to have much of any recollection, stating she always thought it was a dream. I apologized, explaining that curiosity can be normal, but abnormal in families, but that I had felt horrible about it ever since. In reality, I only felt horrible that she may have felt awkward around me, but I kept that little tidbit a secret from her...
Sarah recently moved out from my parents' house, but before she did, we hung out to get high once while our parents were away on vacation. For me, it had been a while since I had last smoked, so as I was leaving I remarked, "This the the perfect ending to my day." Sarah laughed. Then I objected to my own comment and with a smirk said, "Well, not the most perfect ending, but pretty close."
"Well, what would make it better?" Sarah slyly asked.
Now this is at least a year since my confession, with no incestual discussions since, so I took the easy way out and said, "Let's not go there." Sarah gave a laugh and we said goodbye. During the drive home, replaying the conversation over in my head, I read into her laugh a little bit. It seemed playful, almost inviting. Was she toying with me? Was she flirting? What if I told her that the perfect end would be a blow job, something I haven't received in 12 years of dating and marriage to my wife? Nah, I was probably just reading into it way too much.
In the months that followed, we hung out as if nothing happened... and since nothing did originally anyway, I wasn't sure why I kept thinking about that moment, wishing I had responded differently. So after masturbating about it several times, I decided that I would recreate the moment, and respond with a more enticing answer this time. So I saved up a few bucks, bought a bag of some good weed, and made plans with my sister for Friday night. We had previously discussed christening her new apartment with a smoke session, so I invited myself over. I hyped myself up in preparation. The never ending question leading up to a sexual encounter for me, should I masturbate or not, was debated. I decided to give myself a couple days build up, which was really difficult considering the thoughts going through my head constantly waiting for Friday night to arrive. So without being too obvious, I prepped myself for the night. I got a haircut and since I knew she likes guys with shaved heads, I got mine almost like a buzz cut. It was different for me, but not too obvious for her. She likes tats, and I was thinking of adding to my current bodywork, so I printed out a few designs I was debating between for my next tattoo. My plan was to bring it up, ask her opinion, and see how she reacts. Obviously I didn't expect her to jump my bones just because I showed her a few designs, but I thought maybe I could get her subconsciously turned on. Even if it wasn't thoughts about me, horny is horny after all.
So Friday night arrives, I text Sarah to let her know when I'm on my way ring her buzzer and I hear her voice on the intercom, "Come on up, Pat." She kind of sang it out, and I'm already reading into her tone and cadence, like maybe she just said that flirtatiously. I try to ignore that, because I honestly doubt she has the same plans I do for the night. I climb the stairs, and she's waiting in her doorway, leaning on the frame, and I couldn't help but wonder again, is this a flirtatious pose? She was dressed typically in an oversized blouse and a pair of jeans. Nothing too showy or sexy, but it was more the vibe... or my overactive imagination.
"I brought some munchies for later," as I raise a grocery bag full of fruit; strawberries, blackberries, blueberries. I know she likes to eat healthy even when stoned, and I knew these fruits can be sensual, as well as libido boosting. There was also a can of whipped cream and a small bottle of chocolate sauce.
"What do you plan on doing with that?" Sarah asked, with a grin.
"Sorry I'm not a health nut," I winked. "I wanted something for dipping." I lied, well, partially. "And the can of whipped cream was cheaper than a tub of cool whip. Just deal," I grinned back. But I was worried I came off too obvious.
"Give it to me. I'll put it in the fridge." She took the bag, and I gave her a hug as we exchanged the bag. "Oooh... weed, whipped cream, and a hug... you trying to get in your sister's pants?" She teased, with a wink. Before I could downplay it she said, "You smell nice, by the way. What cologne is that?"
"I don't know. Adidas or something, Jen got it for me last Christmas, I think. Sorry, I smoked a little earlier and I guess I'm still feeling the effects a little."
"Pat, I was just kidding. Although.... you do smell nice." Again with the grin. I wasn't sure how to take it, but it was probably my head doing too much thinking.
