Young Guns

“Come here Mike,” I whispered softly to my best friend, “Check this out.” A moment later, Mike was standing next to me at the window, and not just any window, this window belonged to my own house. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and sent me to stay with Mike because I was only 14. Too young they felt to stay home alone for an entire weekend. My sister, Jenny, on the other hand was 17 and they allowed her to stay home alone, but she too was suppose to be out of town this weekend, on a school trip. Or so she told my parents.

As it turned out, my sister was home and not alone. Her best friend Rachel was with her. Mike and I had no idea anyone was going to be home. We simply rode our bikes over to my house so I could sneak in through my bedroom window and get some video games I left behind. What we encountered was much more entertaining then any video game. At first, as I peered through my window into my bedroom, I saw a light on in the hallway. I didn’t think much of it until I started opening my window and my sister walked out of her room and down the hallway with Rachel.

Rachel was my sister’s age and they had been best friends forever. She was practically a sister to me because she spent so much time at my house, but over the past couple years I had developed a deep crush on her. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, I’m sure most guys would argue that my sister was prettier, but Rachel had a set of tits to die for and she loved to flaunt them. Standing a good three inches taller than Jenny, Rachel looked much older than Jenny.

When the girls disappeared from our view, Mike and I quickly ran around to the back of the house and peaked in numerous windows as we followed their progress through the house. At the kitchen window, we watched Jenny grab some beers out of the fridge while Rachel grabbed a seat at the table. Rachel had a backpack with her and began rummaging through it as Jenny joined her. “She is so busted,” I whispered to Mike as we continued watching the two of them. What we observed next added even more fuel to the fire. Rachel pulled out a bag of pot from her backpack and began rolling up a joint.

As soon as she was finished rolling, Jenny stood up and headed over to the sliding glass door just a few feet from us. Mike and I quickly hid behind some bushes and listened as Jenny opened the door and returned to her seat. We remained quiet for a few more minutes and then returned to the window when we heard them giggling. I had no idea my sister was into drinking and smoking pot. For all I knew, she was a straight-A nerd with no social life.

After finishing the joint, the two girls grabbed their beers and headed into the basement. With no window access to the basement, Mike and I decided to sneak in through the now open screen door. As we quietly crept down the stairs, we could hear my sister and Rachel talking and laughing with the TV on in the background of the main room.