The Weekend (Part 2)

Second part of my first story. This is my first go at it, so forgive any errors or mishaps. This chapter things get interesting! If incest isn’t your thing, don’t read on.

Chapter 2: Misbehaving.


I made my way upstairs, my parents having just left. “Well, if I’m stuck here, I’ll just have to get high.” I thought to myself, grinning as I took two steps at a time. As I made it to the top of the stairs, Danielle was just coming out of her room. She was dressed to go out. I couldn’t help myself from thinking “Damn.” She wore a tight, tiny shirt that hugged her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed. Her shorts were, well. Short, to say the least. They fit her ass perfectly, it was almost like they were painted on her. I could see the strings of her bathing suit poking out the sides of her shorts, and it didn’t take a second to guess where she thought she was going. The beach.

“Going somewhere?” I asked, stopping infront of her. “Yeah.” she said, stepping to the right attempting to move past me. I blocked her path. “I’m going to the beach with my friends, okay?” She said, stepping to the side again, only for me to block her again.
“Sorry, I can’t let you go Dani.” I said, frowning. “No one comes, no one goes. We’re pretty much on lockdown.” She scoffed, stepping to the side groaning as I blocked her again. “Come on, they won’t know if I leave.” She said, leaning to one side, placing a hand on her hip.
“Thats true, but if they happen to call and you’re not here to talk to them, then what?” I asked, and she stomped. “Ugh! Whatever, like they’re going to call!” I rolled my eyes. “You think I want to be stuck here with you either? I have to cancel a date because you had to go and get grounded sneaking out to go suck Andy’s dick.”

She punched me in the arm. “Fuck you Jr!” She yelled, trying again to get past me and grunting in frustration when I wouldn’t let her past. She was getting on my nerves, being such a brat about this. And she knew that I hated it when she called me Jr.
“Listen, if you leave, i’ll have to call the rents. As much as I hate having to play the snitch, I’m not putting my ass on the line so you can go have a good time when I had to give up my plans. Yeah, it sucks. You know what i’m doing about it?” I said, walking past her into my room. “I’m smokin’ some fuckin’ weed. Do what you have to do, but know if you leave, it is what it is.”

I closed my door, hearing her whine and groan for a minute, followed by the slamming of her door. Good, she wasn’t going to be a problem anymore. I had a good ammount of weed, and internet access, and a house free of people I needed to act sober around. The weekend at least had some promise.

I took some time to roll myself a blunt, the cigar version of a joint, grabbing my headphones and Ipod, heading downstairs and out to our screenroom. No need to stink up the house again. I sat down in one of the chairs we had around the screen rooms table, looking out at our backyard. I sparked it, taking a few drags off of it, before putting on my headphones and listening to some marley like a proper stereotype should. I sat back, smoking, closing my eyes and vibing to the music. I was just starting to get a groove when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I freaked out, dropping the blunt and turning around to find Danielle standing there. She had changed pants, from her leg reveling short shorts to sweatpants, signaling her move to stay at least. “Jesus.” I said. “You scared the shit out of me.” I said, taking off my headphones, bending over to pick up the blunt that was still burning on the floor.
“I said your name like, four times but you couldn’t hear me. Plus your eyes were closed.”

“Right, whatever.” I said, taking a drag, blowing the smoke away from her. “Well, what?” I asked bluntly. (Haha, puns.) She bit her lip, looking at me with the same piercing blue eyes I had. “Well, actually.. I kinda wanted to know if I could.. You know.” She said, gesturing to the smoking blunt. It caught me off guard, and I laughed. “What, you want to smoke?”
She smiled, continuing to bite her lip, nodding a bit. I laughed a bit, thinking it over. “Whats in it for me? You didn’t put in on this, after all.” I said, quirking a brow. “I don’t know, i’ll.. Cook for you, or something. Don’t you get hungry smoking that stuff?”

She had a point. She didn’t know I had pizza money, and that’s 40 dollars I could possibly keep to myself. A little retribution for a ruined weekend. I smiled. “Deal.” I held out the blunt, which she gingerly took from me. I watched, amused, as she brought it up to her lips. Those soft, plush, kissable.. Wait, what was I thinking? I shook my head, clearing my mind of these perverted thoughts as she choked on the smoke, coughing after taking a huge hit.
I laughed at her inexperience. “Slow down there, Snoop dogg.” I teased, taking the blunt she had held out as she coughed up a storm. “You’ve never smoked, huh?” I asked, taking a drag, waiting for her reply. She calmed herself down, shaking her head. “No. This is my first time.” She said, sitting the chair closest to mine. “Wow. Prepare to leave orbit, kid.” I said, grinning, taking another drag and passing it back to her.

We smoked it down, and I could see she was really feeling it.