“Are you going to join us downstairs in a bit?” Edison asked, staring into my eyes.
“I don’t know. Maybe. What’s downstairs.”
“Just another part of the party,” he replied with a sly grin.
All of a sudden, I didn’t trust him for some reason. The effect of the alcohol was long gone as I began my psychedelic journey. When the bong made its way around the room to me again, I turned it down. My mind was long gone. The recliner cushion had sucked me in completely. I doubted it I could move at all. After I passed on the weed, Edison stood up.
“Party time. Brownies assemble,” he shouted, breaking the silent mood of the house.
He looked at me and smiled as a group of naked men and women filtered into the living room from the basement. Once again, my eyes got huge – like in a cartoon.
“Take your pick,” Edison said. “Everyone who took a brownie gets a person to please them.”
I found the strength to sit up and escape the chair. Before he could question my look of horror, I pulled the flap of my costume down to cover my face. It was hard to see clearly through the small eyeholes, but I hightailed it to the front door, which was locked. I panicked for a second before instinct took over. I bolted for the kitchen, screaming like a kung-fu expert from the movies.
Everyone – clothed and unclothed – made a path for me. I burst through the door and into the backyard. The bouncer working security snickered at me. I glared at him and held out my hand to get a stamp for the third house. When I had it, I wandered away while staring at the back of my hand. Having two stamps made it look weird, unnatural. The shrooms were kicking in.
Four
Mark
“So, you said you had a way to get past the order of the houses?”
“Huh?” I tossed the roach to the ground and stepped on it.
“We can’t get into any other house without a stamp from the houses before that one. You said you could get me in.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. What house do you want to go in?”
“Well…” The bottom of her face twisted slightly as she thought. “I think the girl I want you to meet should be in the middle house by now, so let’s start there first.”
“House number three it is.”
I smiled, but I had no idea in hell of how I was going to get us into the house party out of order.
“Follow me,” I said, walking around to the front of the house.
Amy walked beside me as we headed to the house with a sign in front that said “House 3” in red spray paint. A small group of people were huddled on the front porch, and a slightly larger crowd was on the front lawn. Well, this is obviously not the way in. I thought to myself as I walked around to the left side of the house and headed toward the backyard.
Before we arrived, she yelled out, “Sexy joint!”
What the hell? I thought.
In the backyard, a woman wearing a sheet that almost looked like a joint. It was cut pretty short, showing her sexy legs. As soon as she saw Amy, she screamed and ran toward us. Is this the woman she wanted to hook me up with? Maybe I don’t want to tell my stepsister my feelings. I watched those sexy, smooth legs as she ran up to us and stopped.
“Hey, Amy. Where the fuck did you go?” She turned to me. “And who the hell are you?”
Is that Carissa’s voice? I asked then said, “I’m Jerry Garcia’s ghost,” in a muffled voice.
“You know, that tie-dye sheet looks really familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
Oh shit. It is her! “Mmm. Cool.”
“Huh? Can’t you talk? Where’d you find this guy, Amy?” She paused. No answer. “Amy?”
We both looked around. Amy was missing once again.
“Fuck.”
I reached in my pants pocket and pulled out a magic marker. Once I had it, I wrote a number three on the back of my hand. “Hmm?” I grunted, still not wanting her to know my identity.
“What, Silent Bob? Oh, yeah. Maybe she went inside house three.”
She grabbed the marker from me and drew a number on her hand. I hoped I was right about the secret sign as we approached the back door. The bouncer took a look at our costumes and started nodding his head with a smile spread across his entire face. We showed him the back of our hands, but he didn’t care, motioning us in with a nod of his head.
Before we went inside, I slipped one of the other joints into her hand. She took it without saying anything. I followed her through the kitchen, a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. On the second floor of the house, which wasn’t very crowded, we found an empty bedroom. I kept my costume on, not wanting her to find out it was me.
“You want to smoke this?” she asked as she lifted a flap of cloth over her face.
I nodded my head. She giggled.
“Fucking Silent Bob.”
“Silent Garcia,” I said barely above a whisper, unable to resist.
I loved to see her laugh. Her smile made me melt inside. The more time I spent with her, the better the world at large seemed to be. She had a way of making everything seem like it was going to be okay, even if deep down I dreaded and feared the future. After she lit the crumpled joint without a complaint, she took a hit then passed it to me.
Music from the party downstairs floated up to us. She turned and shut the door, locking it. I took a hit as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Before I sat down next to her, I went over to a laptop on a desk and pressed start on the playlist on the screen. Jane’s Addiction played at just the right volume. When I turned back to Carissa, she had taken her costume off.
Underneath, she had on a red dress. I coughed, suddenly a little self-conscious about the fact I still had my costume on. I walked over and sat down next to her. She passed the joint without saying anything. I took a deep hit, holding the smoke in as I handed it back to her. We went back and forth for a few minutes, smoking in silence.
“So, how you been, Mark?” she asked.
A huge cloud of smoke blew out of my mouth, causing me to cough. “Huh?”
“Come on. I know your voice. You can take off the costume now.”
With a sigh of resignation, I pulled the sheet up and over my head.
“I got it from your neighbors. They told me you were going to be here.”
She laughed. “I thought that sheet looked familiar.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
“Why would I be mad?”
“I dunno.”
“I’m wondering why the hell you’re here.”
She took another hit then passed the joint to me.
“Well…” I took another toke, giving me a few more seconds to think up something to say.
“Nice save,” she said, lightly pushing on my arm with her fist.
When I exhaled, I looked into her eyes. I wished I had a little alcohol in me.
“I came here tonight to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Last week they diagnosed me with cancer.”
“What?”
Her eyes got huge. She threw her arms around me, hugging tightly.
“It’s okay. They misdiagnosed me. It was an error.”
“What the fuck, Mark.” She punched me on the arm again, this time harder. “Why didn’t you start with that?”
“I didn’t know you cared so much.”
“Whatever,” she pouted. “You know I know we’re close.”
“Yeah, but do you…”
“Don’t even start that shit.” She tried to stifle a laugh and ended up smiling. “Seriously. Why are you here?”
I took a deep breath. It’s time. “I have feelings for you.”
My words didn’t seem to affect her at all. “I know. I have feelings for you two.”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m in love with you.”
Silence slam danced into the room like a ninja with a mute button. I stared into her eyes. She didn’t turn away. Time slowed down considerably. It could’ve been
due to the weed I’d been smoking, but more likely it was something else. My heart beat faster in my chest. Slowly, we both leaned forward, knowing what was about to happen.
Our lips touched. Hers were so soft, wet and luscious. They had a faint taste of strawberries. When her tongue slid into my mouth, I touched her body with my hands. At first I wrapped my arms around her waist, but as we continued to kiss, I moved them so I could touch her breasts, something I’d been wanting to do forever. She moaned as she pulled my shirt up and over my head.
A look of lust swept across her face as her kissed moved lower. From my mouth to my neck to my chest, she made her way down my body. I watched in excited amazement as she got to her knees in front of me on the bed. Her hands ran up and down my thighs. She smiled up at me as her fingers undid my pants. When they were undone, she slid them down my legs.
I sat on the edge of the bed in front of my stepsister – completely naked. It was a dream of mine on more than one occasion. Her soft, nimble fingers stroked my thighs again, both of them at the same time. Blood rushed between my legs, causing my cock to get hard. Gradually, she moved her head closer and closer. Her cheek brushed against it, causing it to twitch.
She grabbed it at the base, holding it tight in her delicate fingers. I gasped as the tip slipped past her slightly parted lips. Inch by inch, it moved into her mouth. My breaths came faster as I got excited. When she couldn’t swallow any more of it, she pulled her head back, her lips still pressed tightly against the smooth shaft. Fuck, that’s good… No other thoughts were in my mind.
Her head bobbed up and down. At the same time, she stroked me with her hand. The sensation was incredible. I didn’t want it to ever end. Then again, I also wanted to get to the best part – the release. Would she swallow? Spit? I didn’t care one way or the other. She had my penis in her mouth, making me writhe and moan in pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” I said, giving her enough time to decide what to do.
I expected her to stop sucking and jerk me off onto her breasts, but she didn’t stop. Her lips pressed together even tighter as she moved up and down faster. My whole consciousness centered on my cock in her mouth. Time slowed then everything exploded out of me. After I stopped convulsing and my breathing returned to normal, I sat up. A smile spread across my face.
I want to taste her, I thought as I stared at her.
Five
Carissa
“You still think you love me or is that feeling gone now?” I teased as he looked down at me after I swallowed the last of his seed.
“Fuck, Carissa,” he exclaimed.
He stood up, towering over me. A moment later, he swooped me up in his strong arms and set me on gently on the edge of the bed. Before I could tell him he didn’t need to do anything in return, he got to his knees between my legs. As he spread them apart, he looked directly into my eyes. I didn’t look away. He made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world that mattered.
And his hands roaming up and down my thighs felt even better. I moaned as he pulled the dress up some to get better access. His face pressed against my pink satin panties, which were already slightly wet. When he slid them aside and licked me with a flat, broad tongue, I grabbed the back of his head with my hand and pulled him closer, wanting him to continue.
Another idea on his mind, he pulled back, still looking at me. I watched his intense eyes as he pulled my panties down. Once they were off completely, he put his hands on my thighs and kissed his way to my pussy. Instead of diving right in again, he teased me with the tip of his tongue and his lips. They were so soft. My juices started to flow as he concentrated on my labia and clitoris.
“Fuck, Mark…” I groaned.
“Maybe later. I’m going to make you come with my tongue first,” he said, as if it was a personal challenge.
I didn’t think it could get any better, but he slipped his index finger inside my tight, wet hole, causing me to gasp. He continued to lick and kiss me as his digit slid in and out, slowly at first but quickly building up momentum. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away and looked up at me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop…”
In that moment, he was no longer Mark my stepbrother. He was the man of my dreams, the one who could make me orgasm whenever he wanted. My breathing quickened as he manipulated all my hot spots. The friction built up. Waves of pleasure crashed over my entire body. I forgot where we were and what had happened earlier in the night. All that mattered was him pleasuring me.
With that thought, I tumbled over the edge and came fast and furiously. He backed away a little, looking back up at my face again. My body shook as I tried to catch my breath. That was fucking intense, I thought to myself as I stared down at him. Before I could say anything, he stood up. His cock was rock hard again, bobbing between his legs.
“Fuck me,” I hissed.
He held his dick with one hand and guided it into my hot slit. It fit perfectly, filling me completely. As he pushed it all the way in, he leaned forward. I sat up a little so we could kiss. Our first one earlier had been nice, but this was on an entirely different level. As our lips and tongues danced together, his thick cock penetrated me fully. My legs were held back by his powerful arms.
Each time he thrust into me, it pushed me back on the bed a little. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The rest of the world faded away. All I could concentrate on was the sensation of his fabulous phallus sliding in and out of me. We had found the perfect rhythm. Our bodies moved as one. I was about to come again.
“Mark.”
When I cried out his name, an orgasm even bigger than my first rushed from all over my body, centering between my legs. I squeezed his cock tight as he kept up his motions. As I shook, he continued to fuck me. I looked up at his face. It was contorted in pleasure. He was close to coming. He slowed down, angling his stroke just a little bit differently.
“Yes!” he cried out as he came.
“Yes, baby,” I cooed.
He groaned as he slipped out of me. I tried to catch my breath as he laid down on the bed next to me, his legs also dangling over the side. Our naked skin touched.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“I agree. Better than I thought.”
“You’ve thought of doing that before, huh?” I teased.
“Whatever. As long as we can do it again.”
I sighed. “I don’t know, Mark. No one’s going to understand us in a relationship.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Seriously? You don’t think mom and dad would throw a fit?”
“So what. We’re adults now, right?”
“I guess.”
“Give me a month. Let me prove my love. You’re going to be graduating soon.”
“In a month.”
“So, yeah. Let me help you and see if this could work.”
“Okay.”
I was closer to sober than I had been earlier, but when it came to Mark my mind was always clear. While I’d never said anything, my crush on him went back a long way. We kissed again, cementing the agreement. Just as it was getting good, I heard someone rattling the doorknob. A moment later, they banged loudly on the door.
“Who the fuck is in my room?” a guy yelled.
Both of us jumped up and got dressed.
“What are we going to tell him? I asked.
“I’ll handle it. Just get ready to run.”
“You don’t think it’s going to come down to that, do you?”
“No, but you never know. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Aww, you’re my hero, my knight in shining armor, my…”
“Okay, smart ass. Let’s go.”
He unlocked and opened the door with one hand while he held one of mine in the other. As soon as it opened, he tossed my costume on the guy. With the tie-dye sheet under his arm and holding my hand in his, he took off past the guy toward the stairs. We made it downstairs b
efore the dude figured out what the hell was going on. A moment later, we were outside and headed toward his car. I was safe.
Six
Mark
“Do you know what our friends are going to say about this?” Mom asked from the head of the dining room table.
Dad paced back and forth behind her. Every few seconds, he looked over at us as if he was about to say something important, but nothing came out of his mouth and he went back to pacing the floor.
“Mom, it’s not like we’re blood related,” Carissa said.
“Carissa Mae Jones, it does matter.”
We both knew when she used our full name she was extremely pissed. Two weeks had passed since the big party. A single night had not passed without me sleeping next to Carissa. It was a little awkward for her at first, but the more we made love, the more we both realized we were meant for each other. I put my arm around my stepsister’s shoulders.
“We’re in love. There’s nothing you can do to stop us from getting married.” I looked up at my father. “You know how I was so down the other week? Well, it’s because they diagnosed me with cancer. I thought I was going to die.”
He stopped pacing and stared at me. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Does it matter? All you two think about is you. We’re our own people.”
“Yeah,” Carissa said, jumping in. “We make a great team. And we’re happy together.”
“Thinking I was going to die changed my entire outlook on life. I’m tired of hiding and being afraid. I want to live before I’m too old to live a life worth living.”
“Any life is worth living,” Dad said with a scowl.
“You’re going to cause us so much grief,” Mom chimed in.
“No, we’re not,” Carissa countered. “We’re going to change our last name so nobody knows.”
“People will still find out, and…”
“Even worse,” Dad interrupted Mom. “They want to change their name. My name!”
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