Christmas at the shore- part 1

I hate road trips when I’m not driving. I love the road, but I was grounded on the way up to Jersey for my grades. I couldn’t wait for the break, though. It was Christmas at the beach. The name’s Joe. 6 foot, average everything, brown, blue eyes. I guess I’m average Joe. We’re at the beach house, and I unpack my shit. My room is outlooks the road along the lake beside the ocean, in the back of the house. I got a lot of privacy up here, and my parents never thought I did anything bad. I opened up my pc, updated my facebook, and set up my ps3. I had a little tv that I watched movies on with my ps3 when I had time to chill. I put in The Warriors, and passed out 20 minutes in.

I woke up with Lisa sitting on my lap facing to my left, right on my dick. I don’t think she means to be sexual in any way. We never got passed kisses on the cheek, we were kids growing up. She was my sister’s best friend’s older sister. Lisa was my age, but we grew up like bros. We did every first together: teeth pulling, driving, and trying a beer. We weren’t troublemakers, but we weren’t perfect either. She woke me up sitting on me slapping my neck lightly. “Hey beautiful.” I said half-awake.

She blushed, and got off and lay down next to me.

“How was the trip?” I said, rolling over facing her, closing my eyes again.
“Long. Thank God my phone was charged. Speaking of phones, why the fuck didn’t you answer yours?”
“Do I really need to answer that?”
“Oh yeah. What’d you bring?”

I tossed her my bag. It had some cool shit.
“My pc and tv are out already, but I got plenty of fun packed up. Some is in my car right now.”

She gasped.

“I know, right? I was saving up forever just for us.”
She pulled out a large amount of weed in a ziploc. My buddy at school hooked me up.

“Are you KIDDING ME? This is bad Joe!”
“You’ll love it. Trust me.”

I had come to fully appreciate my upstairs room in the house. It was a converted outlook room, so it was isolated from the house and had windows on all four walls.

“I don’t know… I don’t wanna go dumb.”
“You won’t. You trust me, right?”
She nodded, and put the dank back in the bag.

It was 5, so it was too early around the parents to do any illicit activities such as smoking. However, I had dip too. My buddy at school loves me. I quickly drank a water bottle, and I pulled a tin out of the side pocket of my bag. Lisa was pissed.

“That’s so gross.