"Ben, get your ass in here," my sister Kim called through our shared bathroom door to me.
I lurched forward in my leather swivel chair, startled, almost knocking the water bottle with my university logo on it off my desk.
"BE RIGHT THERE," I hollered, the pounding of my heart amplifying the ecstasy my sister had fed me 20 minutes earlier, the spike of adrenaline triggering a wave of euphoria.
I caught the edge of my desk, the drug making it feel infinitely more solid, more there. This desk, I thought, I love this desk. I looked up at my computer screen. This is the best computer ever made. This thing is amazing, and I built it. Pride swelled in my chest.
On my screen, through her webcam, I saw my sister rise from the bed. I grabbed my dub kit and my bowl and got up as she opened the door. I killed the application.
"Jesus, it's bright in here!" Kim moved to the window. Her silhouette burned into my retinas as she drew the blinds and closed the drapes. My room darkened.
My sister stepped close to me, pushing both hands through her hair, sighing as she looked up at me. One hand was on the small of my back, pressing down, her other hand slid beneath the waistband of my jeans, pushing toward my cock. Time stopped, then started again with a detonation of ecstatic pleasure. My jaw tightened, and my back arched, her breasts pressing hard against my midsection.
She bit my right nipple hard. I drew a sharp breath and as I tried to pull away, I felt her finger push down toward my asshole. My hips reflexively bucked away, and suddenly she had my cock by the root, squeezing. She gave me short, rhythmic strokes.
"Where are my panties?" she whispered into my ear. Her breath was wet and her tone was urgent.
English, my brain was telling me. She's speaking English.
I gripped her lower back, pulling her towards me, my sense of touch dominating my sensorium. The spandex of her top stretched and clung to my sister's back as I pulled it up so I could shove my fingers into the back of her shorts. Her skin was smooth, flawless, cool as I slid my hand down her buttocks, spreading open her hot core.
"Not down here," I said, as my finger slipped from the tight pucker of her little butthole to the the hot liquid mouth of her sex.
The strokes of her hand on the base of my cock faltered as I lifted her off her feet and fingered her pussy underneath her tight spandex shorts. Her mound was pressed hard against my abs, her hands clutching at my sides, then my neck, then curling through my hair as she drew my mouth to hers.
Her mouth claimed mine, wet and open and panting. We seemed to meld as our kiss deepened. She bit my lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. I groaned into her mouth and opened us up, driving my tongue into hers, sucking on her upper lip, then lower....she captured my tongue and sucked it into her mouth.
I lifted her with both of my hands, spreading her open, my cock trapped in my jeans, her mound grinding on my stomach. I clenched my abs as another wave of ecstasy rolled up and over through me.
"UHHNNN OHHHHH GOD......" she said as I galloped her hips against me, the fingers of my right hand exploring her tight, moist pussy from behind as I spread her ass with my left and circled my middle finger around her tiny puckered butthole. Her hips lurched from the clitoral pleasure at the apex of her ride to my fingers fucking her from below, panting wetly into my neck, tiny squeaks of escalating pleasure rising from her flushed chest.
"I want you to come on my face," I whispered hard into her ear, pressing my finger into her asshole as I spread her further with three fingers of my other hand.
She came, trying to stifle it, but failing, squealing desperately as her hips rode it out, her orgasm spreading wetly up and down my abs, a slick of come lubricating us.
"OHMYGOD" she chanted, "OHMYFUCKINGGOD." My middle finger insisted at her rear, slipping in now, then popping back out as she ground her clit against my abdomen, my three fingers reaching up to stuff her full again.
Her teeth caught my earlobe and I saw stars. The pain tightened my nipples just before both of her hands encircled them and gently caressed, then squeezed firmly. Her panting reached a crescendo and her hips bucked almost up to my solar plexus, her body bent forward almost in two as her orgasm took her.
"UHHhhhhhhhhh....." she said, as she collapsed against me, her breath still shallow and rapid, her upper chest and face red and flushed. Her hands fluttered at my lower back now, he mouth muttering something unintelligible, her lips nipping sporadically at my neck and shoulder.
I had her cupped against me, her body still writhing. She lay still for a second after it subsided, then wriggled free, tossing her hair.
"You need to ditch those jeans. We're all in pajamas, get comfortable!" she said.
"But..." I protested, by cock straining at my fly, my heart racing and eyes fluttering.
"What?" my sister asked, her eyes teasing me.
I looked down meaningfully.
"Miles to go before you sleep, big brother," she said. "Did you pack that bowl?"
"Of course," I said.
"Well c'mon then!" she said. I wriggled out of my jeans as fast as I could, my cock springing free of my boxers. I grabbed a pair of pajama pants from my dresser and hopped into them, one foot at a time, then grabbed my bowl and joined her.
The music enveloped us as we stepped into her darkened room, a languorous bass throbbing. Molly and Jenn were dancing very close together, their eyes closed, soft hands sliding over each others' identical body.
"Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, Ben?" my sister said from a cozy spot on her bed.
Mutely, I nodded and joined her. My body was putting off heat like a furnace, the coolness of her satin-y comforter feeling delicious on my skin. I propped myself up on an elbow next to her, handing her my pipe. She traded me a bottle of water, condensation beading and dripping onto my pajama pants.
"Thanks," we said in unison, then laughed, the moment feeling perfect, as though the universe had conspired for eternity to give us this moment. She was beautiful beyond comprehension, her eyes looking dreamily around the room, resting lovingly on Molly and Jenn as they danced, oblivious of us, oblivious to anyone but each other. A tidal wave of an emotion I'd never felt before surged over and through me, rolling my head back, sending waves of pleasure through my body, up into my chest and head, cresting in my scalp and hair, another wave crashing down into my lower belly and groin, then into my balls, tightening my ass, then releasing into my legs. I trembled and let a shuddering breath go.
I sipped the water. It was the most refreshing and pure drink I'd ever taken. Greedily, I drank about half the bottle, sighing with satisfaction.
"Stay hydrated," she said.
I felt my sister's hand caress my abdomen and my hips responded. I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She sighed with pleasure. My hand, as if on its own, played absently with her hair, massaging her scalp and neck.
"Oh God that feels so good," she said, "How are you feeling?"
"Amazing," I said. "This is incredible. And Molly and Jenn...." the words tumbled out.
"I know," she said, "Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous and so perfect?"
"Yes," I said, looking directly at her. "I have."
She looked up at me, smiling as I kissed her.
"But how?" I asked quietly, looking at Molly and Jenn. They were hard up against each other, Jenn riding Molly's thigh gently to the beat of the music, her hand sliding up Molly's shirt to thumb her nipple and squeeze her breast. Molly's face was pressed into Jenn, kissing and sucking and licking her neck and shoulder.
"This is all new to me," my sister said. "I always had my suspicions--"
"You mean fantasies?" I said.
My sister kicked me playfully and laughed. She sparked her lighter and took a giant hit from the bowl I'd packed. She inhaled deeply, then passed it to me, holding her hit in, then gripped the back of my head, pulled me to her and kissed me, shotgunning the hit into my lungs.
"Swallow," she said, her free hand slipping assertively into my pants to grip my cock with her firm hand. The smoke expanded into my lungs, sweet and slightly harsh. A cough tried to escape my chest, but I caught it in my upper throat and exhaled a tower of smoke.
My sister nodded approvingly. I propped myself up higher on a pillow. First my mouth, then my lungs tasted the greenness of the hit. This could never in a million years be called "weed." This bud, my brain told me, is the pinnacle of a thousand generations of breeding.
The roll in my system welcomed the fresh hit of THC and rewarded me with an entirely new level of pleasure and empathy.
I slipped my hand under my sister's shirt as we kissed, hands and tongues feeding on each other, speaking an ancient language of closeness, of togetherness. Our caresses were a conversation, then a challenge, then our touch sang, our tongues responding urgently in the only universal language.