I was on my way home from picking up a few "party favors" out of state when my car broke down. It was pouring rain and almost 11 at night, so I knew there would be no hopes of getting it into a garage until the next morning. Luckily for me, my car broke down only 15 minutes from my little sisters apartment so I figured I'd call her up looking for a place to stay for the night.
In no time she had come to pick me up and we were making our way back to her apartment. My sister hadn't changed much at all in the few months since the last time I had seen her. Only about 5 feet tall with long black hair and soft tan skin, she had always been very attractive, but now that she was living on her own she had a new beam of maturity in her eyes.
We were driving back to her place as I clutched on to the backpack containing the supplies I was originally driving to get. Those supplies were an ounce of marijuana and 10 ecstasy pills for a party my friend was throwing that weekend. My sister didn't do drugs, and wasn't a fan of drugs in general, so I thought it best not to mention what was in the bag.
"Thanks for coming to pick me up. And for giving me a place to crash for the night." I said as we turned on to her block. "I knew that fucking car was going to die on me soon. Go figure it was in the rain."
"Not a problem," she smiled back. "I wouldn't leave my older brother stranded in the rain. You're just lucky you were near my house when you broke down."
"And that you were still awake. Don't you usually go to bed early for work?"
"I took off of work tomorrow because my friend Jill is up from college for the week and we needed to catch up. You know Jill, right?"
I did know Jill. She was in my sisters class in high school, one grade below me. I had a big thing for her back when we were younger, but nothing ever came of it.
"Yea, I remember Jill."
"Ok good, I wasn't sure. Not that it matters, she's at my place already."
With that, we pulled into her apartment complex. I gathered my things from my sisters car, most importantly my backpack, and we went inside. When we opened the door I saw Jill sitting on the couch sipping on a glass of wine. She was short, maybe only an inch or two taller than my sister, with short curly brown hair and dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.
"There you are! I thought you got lost going to pick him up. I was going to have to drink all of the rest of the wine by myself."
My sister laughed and went to the table to pour herself a glass of wine. I slumped down on the couch across the room.
"I didn't know you were drinking tonight. Hell, I didn't know you even drank!"
"Yea, don't worry, I'm not that drunk yet. I had no problem driving you home, did I?"
"No, I guess not." I said back to her. "Still, how long have you been drinking now? You never drank when we lived at home."
"Haha don't look so surprised. I am 23 now. I guess I just started doing this recently. It's only a once-in-a-while thing though. Only for special occasions."
"Like when your best friend comes back to pay you a visit?" Jill chimed in.
"Yes, especially for reasons like that" With that, the two of them downed their glasses of wine and my sister got up to refill them. "You want a glass?" she asked me.
"I don't really drink wine, but why the hell not. It's not like I'm going anywhere for the night."
And so for the next two hours my sister, her friend Jill, and I had a few glasses of wine and talked about how the way things used to be in high school. Nothing out of the ordinary and nothing to lead me to believe that anything out of the ordinary would happen that night. And then all of that changed.
Somewhere around 1 in the morning my sister stood up and drunkenly announced that she needed to use the restroom. After she had stumbled out of the room, to the laughter of both Jill and I, Jill scampered over to the couch where I was sitting.
"Hey. Didn't you used to smoke pot in high school?" she asked.
I was taken a bit off guard by the question, so I didn't answer right away. After a few seconds of thinking, I nodded in the affirmative.
"I thought so. Do you still smoke? I really feel like smoking. It's something I just started doing and it's really a lot of fun. Even more when I'm drunk."
Now I was only thinking about my current situation and not remembering exactly where i was. I had wanted to have a chance with Jill for years and completely forgot that we were at my sisters apartment. She probably wouldn't want me to take advantage of her hospitality by fucking her best friend. And she definitely wouldn't approve of us smoking a joint in her apartment before hand.
Without taking all of these things into consideration I just reacted to the beautiful drunk girl who was now sitting next to me. "Yea I have some. It's in my backpack on the floor next to you."
She reached for the bag and placed it on her lap. As she unzipped it I suddenly remembered one other thing that had slipped my mind, the 10 hits of ecstasy in the bag next to the pot. She reached her hand in before I could do anything to stop her and pulled out the bag of pills.
"What are these?" she asked.
"Umm, that's ecstasy." I informed her. "Have you ever done it?"
"No, but I know some friends who have. They all say it's a lot of fun. And that it makes you very horny." Being drunk on wine, she laughed a little at the last part.
"Yea, that's pretty much it. It makes you really enjoy a lot of things, to put it simply."
"Can I have one?"
"If you want, sure. I think I'll do one with you. I wouldn't want you rolling for the first time all by yourself." I gave her a quick wink and grabbed the bag from her hand and opened it.
I was so busy talking to Jill and thinking about what might happen from this point on that I hadn't noticed my sister had come back into the living room. Just as my hand left the plastic baggie with the two pills in my hand I saw her stumble over towards us from out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey, what are these? Breath mints? I could probably use one after drinking all of that wine." Before either me or Jill could tell her they weren't mints she had already snatched the two pills from my hand and tossed them back. Ironically, chasing her "breath mints" with another gulp of wine.
"Those weren't breath mints," I said, shocked at what I had just witnessed. "Don't freak out, but you just ate two hits of ecstasy. Two really strong hits of ecstasy."
"Ecstasy?! Why do you have ecstasy?"
"I had it with me when my car broke down and Jill and I were actually about to take those two. Before you did, that is. Don't worry about it though, you'll be ok. I've done this before and you're with good people, so you'll be just fine." With that, I turned my attention back to Jill, who was still amazed at what had just happened. "So, you still want to do this?" She nodded. "Well ok then. Since she took two, I think we should probably do the same. Just to keep up."
She laughed and I dipped my hand bag into the baggie, this time producing 4 pills. She took her two, and I mine, and we threw our heads back and let the drugs pass down our throats. After that I got the bag of pot from my backpack and a book of rolling papers.
"No smoking pot in my apartment," my sister exclaimed. "I don't smoke pot."
"You didn't do ecstasy either until a minute ago. Chill out. Tonight is a night of trying new things," I quipped back at her. She sat back down and I rolled the joint.
As soon as I threw the roach in the garbage I looked around the apartment. Both of the girls were sprawled out on a couch. My sister still across the room, and Jill on the same couch as me with her feet across my lap. Jill's head was writhing back and fourth on the plush cushion of the couch and she let out a weak sigh.
"Oh wow. I think I feel something," she let out in almost a whisper. "This feels really good. Her entire body was wriggling on the couch now with her legs moving slowly back and forth across my thighs. She was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants that were sliding up her legs as she moved them up and down.