Getting Stoned with Mandy

She came home late and stoned. As she slowly maneuvered around the furniture she confessed to her brother, “Man Derek, I’m fucked up. Patty and Gwen and I took a kicking pill. I need a shower, g’night.” He watched his sister weave through the room thinking she looked like she was having fun. The TV volume was low to keep from waking his parents so he heard when Mandy took her shower. After about ten minutes the bathroom door opened and shut and his sister came back into the front room. She was wearing a short, pink microfiber robe and rubbing her hair with a towel, she smelled faintly of lilacs, “That felt good, what’s on TV?”

He checked out his sister’s sexy legs, from the hem of the short robe to a small golden anklet with several small charms dangling from it. He saw how the thin material of the robe molded to the crevice of her ass then answered, “I’m watching a movie about some people lost on an island. There are five guys and two women, things are getting tense because all the guys want to screw the women, but they won’t let any man fuck them.”

“Smart girls,” Mandy said as she flopped down on one end of the sofa then stretched her legs the length of two cushions, a foot resting on her brother’s thigh. He sneaked a quick peek at her thighs but they were closed so the view wasn’t very interesting.

Mandy’s head rolled to the TV and she got absorbed in the backstabbing and conniving among the group of men trying to get laid by the women who were more focused on survival. He asked his sister, “Aren’t you going to bed, I thought you were tired?”

“Maybe later, I’m still enjoying myself.”

“Want to step outside and do a joint?”

She threw him a 1000-watt smile, “You have one?”

“Half a blunt if you don’t mind boy cooties on it.”

The siblings rose from the sofa then went out to stand in the front yard. It was after midnight so the neighborhood was quiet, deserted. Mandy and her brother smoked the roach dead, her high, which had been waning, surged to lift her to the clouds again, she was enjoying the second buzz of the night. She and her brother briefly bantered about how she was dressed, that the robe would allow a cool breeze to cool her legs; and other parts. His sister stepped her feet apart then commented, “Yeah, sometimes I need to cool it down.”

He commented on her two friends, “Too bad Patty and Gwen aren’t here; we could all get stoned.”

“Well, maybe next time we’ll get you good and fucking bombed.”

“The fucking part sounds good, those two are hot.”

“God you ass, they’re my friends, stay away, I want them to like me.”

They returned to the front room and turned their attention back to the TV to see what kind of shenanigans the gay guy was up to. Nobody knew he was gay except the women so they were kind of friendly with him, which pissed off the other men, they thought he was getting screwed by one or both. Mandy again stretched her legs the length of the sofa resting her right heel on Derek’s legs. Without thought or subterfuge, the brother put his hand on his sister’s ankle and absentmindedly toyed with the anklet while both were engrossed in the program. The pot had relaxed the girl significantly, but the touch of her brother’s fingers gently sliding on the skin of her foot relaxed Mandy even more. The fingertip caresses were so gentle that she bit by bit succumbed to the feather-soft pressure. His fingers drifted from the bangle to the skin of her ankle, which caused her lower leg to tingle pleasantly, she lifted the left foot across his leg, she wanted him to treat that foot as he was the other. Still not thinking purposely about her, he started to pay attention to both feet which caused Mandy to snuggle into a sofa pillow and slowly lose concentration on the movie.

He placed his right hand over her right foot, then while rolling her toes between two fingers his left hand drifted up her leg where he kneaded the muscles of her calf. Mandy had used an after-bath lotion so his hand was moving almost frictionless over her skin. Brother and sister were mostly intent on the movie but slowly both were becoming aware of what he was doing. He began to slide his hand up and down her lower leg, caressing the muscles gently. His sister reacted to the feel of his light touch, she sighed deeply then her focus shifted more from the movie to the growing warmth where his fingers roamed. She shifted her right leg slightly which caused her knees to separate, her inner thighs were exposed from knees to where the robe lay. The thin pink material lay intimately on her form, offering him a view that was both magnetic and provocative. His heart picked up a beat as he looked where the fabric flowed over the mound of her sex to a wrinkle between her thighs. A fight between the gay guy and the big macho bastard was forgotten as he paid more attention to his sister and the feel of her skin under his fingers. Mandy was losing concentration as he stroked even higher, above her knee as far as the hem of the cloth. After the gay kicked the shit out of the bigger man, she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of her brother feeling up her legs. She stretched and flexed her toes as a brief shiver rippled her thighs.

Emboldened by her acquiescence, Derek turned his full attention to Mandy. The light strokes of his fingers became firmer as he pressed the palm of his hand on her. He began to slide his hand over the curve of her leg so that it was moving back and forth on her silken skin, his fingertips caressed the underside of her leg then would slide back up when he rocked it back. She shivered again. The movie lost her interest as she concentrated on the deliciously erotic feelings her brother was causing, their kinship quickly became a non-issue as she enjoyed the increasingly sensual massage. Mandy stirred enough to reach over her head and click off the table lamp at the end of the sofa. The only light in the room came from the TV which was enough to see her breasts had become half-exposed when the soft cloth slipped open to a broad V as she moved. Her nipples were still hidden, but the firm mounds of flesh attracted his gaze.

Her brother adjusted quickly to Mandy’s switching off the light by becoming more adventurous. He abandoned her toes to bring that hand to Mandy’s thighs and started massaging her muscles with both. Caught up in the soothing rub down, Mandy shifted, giving Derek even more leg exposure. He looked up the length of her legs to where the end of the cloth lay across her upper thighs, he could see the split of her body. Mandy was clean-shaven; she had no pubic hair. Up to this point he had been fairly casual about fondling his sister, but the position of her legs, the view of her pussy, and her acceptance of his caresses forged his prick into a steel ram. It swelled long and hard in his jeans, cramping as it outgrew the space it was in. He shifted his ass to get more comfortable then returned his attention to the sexy young female under his hands.

It took only a short minute more before he had eased up her thigh until the side of his hand was smoothing on the soft, succulent folds of her sex. Mandy raised her arms and laid them on the sofa arm with her fingers laced together, over her head, she pulled a knee up offering more space for him so he pressed his luck and her sex. The girl abandoned all rational thought as his hand moved up and down her crack it was getting wet from the fluids she was seeping; there was no longer doubt in his mind she was turned on and enjoying what he was doing; that he was her brother made no difference, his touch was rousing. Watching Mandy carefully and seeing no dissent, Derek twisted around until he could bring both hands into play between her legs, with one he cupped her pussy and the other rested on her pelvis. He pressed two fingers into his sister’s wet warm hole while he sought her clit with the thumb of the other hand.

Mandy was feeling the effects of the Molly she took with her friends and the pot she’d shared with Derek. She was getting seriously turned on. Mandy arched her back and gasped a sharp breath; her eyes were closed but her body was in motion. She was reveling in the sensations radiating through her from the center of her crescendoing lust. His fingers were long and the tips of them were pressuring her g-spot, and the thumb on her clit was driving her up a mountain of pleasure toward a rapturous peak. Mandy pulled a leg off her brother’s lap then dropped the foot to the floor which caused the junction of her thighs to widen allowing him more room to fondle her. She was beginning to spasm, sharp jolts of sexual charges shocked her repeatedly, causing her to yip short bursts of ecstasy. She grabbed a sofa pillow from her side then moved it to cover her face. It would not be a good family gathering if she woke their parents. She wrapped her arms over the pillow and continued to bark her pleasure.

As he fingered his sister her cunt was growing softer, wetter, warmer. She opened her mouth for cool air, more oxygen to feed her hungering body until she arched high off the cushion., His fingers drove into her as far as they could then Mandy’s ass started to shake. The position of her arms caused the robe to open more so her nipples peeked at him as she vibrated. The pillow muffled her climatic outburst as she began to drip her orgasm. His fingers and hand were covered with her discharge when she relaxed back to the sofa.

Mandy moved the pillow from her face and stared up at him with shock and awe. She was speechless; she had nothing to say that would convey the mixed feelings she was experiencing. She just had a quick strong orgasm which was great, but he who caused it was her fucking brother! She sat up on the sofa, pulled her gown closed then put a hand on his cheek. Mandy couldn’t decide if she should slap the crap out of him, or kiss him. She opted for a thin, timid smile, and fingertip stroke on his face then left for her room. She wasn’t aware of or even thought that Derek could be turned on, that his balls felt like smoldering fireplace coals.