Sarah twiddled with the pack of cigarettes in her hands, pondering whether or not she should smoke one more cigarette before she ventured down the road frequently traveled, which is quitting the stuff. Better not, she thought. She wanted to quit cold turkey. There were many attempts before in her 32 years of life, but she had an extra motivation this time. Months ago, she and her long-time boyfriend split. She wanted to cut down on her vices and be the best version of herself.
She and her brother TJ had a solid relationship. They were close and clearly cared for one another. They lived together in her apartment, but TJ lived there while he was attending college. As of late, after the demise of Sarah's last previous relationship, it had been only the brother and sister living together. TJ had an idea on how to help his sister Sarah assuage her nicotine urges, but he had contrived a latent manipulative plot to accomplish a personal carnal goal of his: fuck his big sister Sarah in the ass.
TJ was 21. He had lusted after his sister Sarah for as long as he could remember. Sarah was rather sexy by her nature. She gave off a sexual aura by her attitude, from the way she walks with her big ass cheeks swaying back and forth, slowly and sensually, to the way she talks, softly and to the point. Sarah was of above average height; her round Duke blue eyes glistened, and her dirty blonde hair was frequently worn tied up. Her lips were full and wholesome – not too big, and not too small, just right. Sarah was thick. She carried fat in what she thought were all the right places. TJ thought so, too. In her thighs and her ass. Sarah's ass was the source of TJ's sexual appetite. He was insatiable, and he had a plan to satiate his lustful hunger.
TJ was tall, a bit over six foot or so, I'd estimate. He was virile, square-jawed, lean with broad shoulders and thick arms, hairy all over. Masculine to the max. He had black hair that appeared to be a bit brown in the light, with figments of very noticeable gray hair. TJ didn't mind the gray hairs; in fact, he liked it, because he looked distinguished among his young adult peers. His deep voice gave him the aura of a dominant male, and with his charismatic persuasiveness, he had an idea on how he might sexually manipulate Sarah.
As mentioned, TJ was a college student. He dabbled in psychology and nutritional science. He had an affinity for studying the human body and physiological reactions to chemicals. One of the relevant chemicals in particular? Nicotine. He figured that he could mindfuck his sister Sarah into fucking him. After years of intense masturbation sessions, TJ had a plan to fuck Sarah senseless, but he had to be methodical.
Sarah sat on the bed in her bedroom, clad in a pair of pink pajamas and a gray tank top. half paying attention to the recorded episode of "Desperate Housewives" on her TV and half thinking about cigarettes. It had only been a couple of hours, and the cravings were already kicking in full force. She had not yet disposed of the pack of cigarettes sitting on her dresser. Every few minutes she'd glance at the smokes, mentally convincing herself – at least trying to – that she had no need for them. The physiological cravings were proving to be too much.
Around that time, TJ knocked on the door and let himself in without his sister's approval.
"Forget how to knock and actually wait for a reply?" Sarah rhetorically asked, rolling her eyes in disgust, exasperated by her brother's rudeness.
"Why are you so damn grouchy?" asked TJ, reciprocating with a rhetorical question of his own. "You've shut yourself in here like you're some damn prisoner of your mind," he stated with words of truth. Sarah had been in her room for the last three hours, filling up on recorded TV dramas. TJ perused the room, seeing the light pile of clothes lying beside her bed (including a pair of pink panties of hers that he recalled sniffing a few weeks back), the makeup rack scattered all over the place on the shelf, then he spotted the pack of cigarettes on the dresser. He pointed towards them before saying, "You are trying to quit smoking, and you have a pack of cigarettes sitting on the dresser? What, are you keeping them as a memento? A vigil?"
"No.." Sarah retorted, annoyed by his caustic words. She hesitated a moment. "Sorry. I don't mean to be this way. Take them. Throw them out. Do something. I really, really want to quit smoking this time around."
TJ grabbed the pack of cigarettes and 'shot' them into the garbage can as if he were shooting a basketball. "Do you? You tried every other time, and inevitably failed. Sarah, I want to help you, but this time you have to listen to me. Every single time I tried to lend my supportive suggestions, you ignored me."
"All you say is 'mind over matter' this, 'mind over matter' that, but you don't even fucking understand how hard it is to stop."
"I don't, but I can support you and help you, and I read something online this morning that is helping plenty of former female smokers stave off the cravings. Will you listen to me, and actually hear me out, or is everything going to go through one ear and out the other like last time?"
"Okay, okay... I will. What did you 'find out' about this 'groundbreaking revelation'?" Sarah said with a forced half-smirk.
TJ remained calm on the exterior, but inside his mind couldn't stop racing with the hopeful possibilities of fucking his sister. What he was about to tell her would instigate the footsteps that would lead to Sarah's sweet ass. As Sarah bloviated about her new stop smoking efforts for the last week, TJ conjured this grandiose idea, and now it was time to put it into place.
"There has been countless scientific studies posted all over the place about..." he purposely hesitated, maintaining eye contact with his sister. "Hear me out, hear me out... don't get all pissy about it, but I read that intermittent clit stimulation and oral sex over the course of a day has proven to be an extremely effective way to help smokers curve their addiction."
"Uh... what?" Sarah quickly asked, puzzled all to hell. "How would that stop the cravings, exactly?"
"Well, I was getting ready to tell you. Remember how I told you a long time ago about the neurotransmitter 'dopamine' and how it's called the happy hormone because whenever levels are up, you feel joy? Well, every time you smoked, you elevated the amount of dopamine that your body naturally produced, and now that you've stopped smoking, the stimulant effect from the nicotine is no longer there, so your dopamine levels are low, and that's why you feel like shit."
So far, TJ was being truthful with what he was saying. He continued...
"By stimulating the clit and giving oral, the sexual physiological responses naturally raise dopamine levels just like the nicotine did. With the woman's lips around a penis, instead of having a cigarette in her mouth, she will stimulate her same senses like she would have done with a cigarette."
TJ had officially turned on 'bullshit mode', but Sarah didn't look so convinced. "Isn't that just replacing one addiction with another?"
"Not really. If it is an addiction, it's a healthy addiction compared to cigarettes. Besides, it's basically only masturbation and a blowjob," TJ said with a big grin.
"There's no way I can do that, then. Well, the first one, yeah... but the oral sex? The only option to give oral is to go find some stranger and blow him, and I am NOT going to do that."
