A Stoned Fantasy
My brother was so excited when weed was legalized in our state; he went out and bought a bag of weed chocolates and invited me over to try them out with him. I didn’t have anything going on that night, so I went– I’d never gotten stoned before. I figured it would be a new experience. When I got there, he was just hanging around in a white T and gym shorts; a comfortable bachelor in his apartment, meeting his little sister with all the casual energy I expected. I hadn’t dressed up, either– just the blue sundress I’d already been wearing when he invited me over.
It took less than an hour for us to hit our buzz. We were sitting on the couch, sharing a bag of Cheetos, laughing about the dumbest things. I don’t remember the whole conversation, but I remember there was a point when I leaned on him, he put an arm over my shoulder, and his hand landed on my breast. I just laughed, he laughed, but I didn’t make him move, and he didn’t pull away. We kept talking, and his hand just stayed there on my breast.
I was acutely aware of his hand. The fact that it was summer and this dress was made to be worn without a bra, that my nipple was stiffening under the finger sitting on top of it. I didn’t say anything, and the longer I didn’t say anything, the more I thought about it.
Then his finger moved, and the tip of it began to circle around my stiff nipple, and I felt it perk up even more. It tingled, and I felt that tingling inside my pussy as well. My brother was playing with my nipple, all while we sat on his couch, talking about random shit.
And I liked it. I felt his fingertip rub over the fabric of my dress, and it made me crave more attention.
“Hey, sis?”
I blinked. I realized I had stopped talking. I’d been distracted by the sensation, and the warmth that spread through my body as I looked up at him.
“Your hand is…” I actually giggled, I giggled, I couldn’t stop giggling– “Oh jeez, bro, you gotta stop that…”
“Why?” He asked me. He didn’t stop. His hand shifted a little, caressing my breast before squeezing me through my dress. “It’s soft, I like it.”
His squeeze made me gasp aloud, and I felt my face warm up.
“Sis, can I suck your nipples?”
“What?” I shook my head at him. I felt like I should have been shocked by the suggestion, but instead I felt hot. I felt my pussy throbbing, and I realized I was wet as hell. When did that happen? I shifted my hips on the couch, pressing my thighs together and staring at him.
Had my big brother always been this cute?
“I wanna suck on your nipples.” He said again, staring me in the eye. His lips didn’t close. He was breathing harder than before. “Can I?”
I felt saliva pooling in my mouth. Staring at him, I found myself looking at his lips, and in my head I imagined his lips ravenously consuming my breast, and the thought made me whimper.
“Why do you want to?” I asked slowly and with a clumsy tongue, soundly dopey.
“Because you’re hoooot.” He whined, squeezing me again. “And you’re my sisteeeer, so I’m not supposed to say that, but…” He bit his lower lip, looking at me. “When we were kids, I remember your first bikini, and all I wanted was to steal your swimsuit and suck your cute little tits… fuck you were only fourteen, and I had dreams about it, and those dreams made me so hard.”
“Fuck that was years ago.” I laughed, thinking back. I remembered that bikini. “The blue one? With the rhinestones?”
“Yes! That one.” He agreed, and I saw his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I wanted to hold you on my lap and… oh god fuck I’m so hard right now this isn’t faaaaaair.” He started laughing again, his head hanging back off of the couch we were laying on. For the first time, I looked down to realize his gym shorts had pitched a tent, a prominent erection pressing outwards and twitching.
Was I supposed to be scared? Shocked? Afraid? I didn’t know. Instead, I wanted what he described. My stoned brain imagined the sensations his attention would give, and I wanted him to do everything he said he’d wished for. I stared at that thick shape of his cock, and I wanted to sit on his lap and grind my pussy against it.
Can’t do that. He’s your brother. Don’t do that.
“Not fair?” I challenged him. “You’re teasing my nipple and you say not fair?”
“Mmmmhm.” He hummed, but it sounded more like a soft groan. “Because you’re the hottest girl I’ve never gotten to fuck, and the only reason I’ve never tried is because you’re my fucking sister and if I stick my dick in my sister I’d be a fucking monster, but I wanna feel your pussy sis… but that’s mess up, so… c-can I just…?”
“W-Wait- okay just wait– don’t talk like that, I’m getting wet.”
“Really?” He leaned in closer to me, nearly nose-to-nose. His voice was quieter, an intense whisper. “Is my sweet little sister a horny stoner?” He grinned. “Oh god, shit, no, fuck… we can’t do this– I wanna lick your pussy while you’re high, I wanna make you scream, but if you get close I’m gonna wanna feel you cum on my cock.”
“Stop it!” I whispered back, but I didn’t push him away. I felt his hand squeeze me again, rougher, pressing down on my breast, inwards towards my ribs, like he were massaging my chest. “Ooooh… damnit, don’t seduce me!”
“But you’re so sexy when you blush!” He grinned, cracking up again. His head dipped forward, and our noses bumped. My lips nearly automatically formed as if he were going to kiss me, ready to receive him. So close, I smelled him, and realized he smelled good to me. Great, even, I wanted him to kiss me. Our foreheads leaned together, and he asked me; “How wet are you, sis?”
“You can’t ask that!” I hissed at him.
“Why not? You can see how hard I am. You can see me throbbing.”
My eyes flicked to the side, away from his face, back to the impressive shape pressing out of his shorts.
“You know I gotta be aching… but I don’t know how bad you’ve got it… I wanna touch your pretty pussy, I wanna know how slick you got.” As he said it, his other hand landed on my leg, just below the hem of my dress, sliding up along my thigh.
I moaned. His palm felt so warm, unfairly so– my legs drifted apart, and he stared me in the eyes as his fingers found my panties and, without hesitation, snuck his index finger past them to find the lips of my pussy and brush them apart.
“Ho-ly– fuck sis, you’re a fuckin’ slip ‘n slide– fuck-fuck-fuck I wanna…”
I knew what he was going to say. I wanted it, too. My whole body was screaming for it… but he was my brother, I couldn’t, we couldn’t–
His finger was still between my pussy lips, brushing upwards towards my burning clit. He found it so quickly, and feeling his fingertip made me shudder and whimper.
“Ooo, sensitive little clit…”
He didn’t stop. His finger began to make circles, much like his other hand had drawn circles around my nipple with one fingertip. I wanted to be quiet, I didn’t want to give him signs that I was enjoying this, I didn’t want to give him a reason to keep going, but–
“Oooh… oh god… that’s… aah…”
“Yeah?” He bumped his nose against mine again, watching as my eyes hooded. “Sis… sis, I have an idea.”
“D-don’t ask me to– oh fuck– nnnnn~ aah… t-talk when you’re… teasing me.”
“I wanna feel you, sis. I wanna bury my cock in your hot little cunt, c’mere…” He had pulled his hand away from my pussy, and he was tugging on me instead. Before I knew it, I was straddled over his lap, up on my knees with his body below me. I looked down, and his shorts were gone– he’d let go of me to yank them down, and his– oh fuck that was his dick, and he was thick, and desperately hard. His flesh had flushed dark red, and I could see him twitch up towards my body.
“What are you– bro what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna sit you down on my dick, and then I’m gonna suck your fuckin’ tits, and then I’m gonna rub your clit until I get to feel you cum with your tight little cunt wrapped around me.” He was panting, huffing almost as he reached up my skirt. The bunched up fabric blocked my view, but I felt him move my panties to one side.
“W-wait, wait, we can’t, you’re my fucking brother you can’t just a-aaaaa– mmmmmm–!”
I felt my big brother sink into my body, his hand taking hold of my hip and bringing me down onto him. I felt the head of his dick first, pressing against my clit, pulling away, and then pressing in against my tight little entrance. I was so slick that he slid right in, and his thick shaft felt perfect in-between my tight walls, my thighs shaking as pleasure coursed up my spine and left me unable to do anything but drop my jaw and cry out.
My brother’s cock felt so fucking good, I pressed my hips the rest of the way down myself. I couldn’t help myself, my legs squeezing tight to hang onto him like a rider held onto a bucking bronco, pressing my lips together to shut the fuck up, stop encouraging him, this was so wrong, so fucking wrong–
I looked down, and he was staring up at me. His face was flushed, and he was panting.
“Fuckin– fuckin’ tight, so fucking tight…” He murmured, both hands now holding my hips as his eyes screwed shut. “Best pussy– goddamnit my sister has the best fuckin’ pussy… I shoulda fucked you in your sleep when we were teenagers, I coulda been feeling this– oh shit, shit, shit–”
“You shoulda what?” I panted over him, grabbing his face and making him look at me. “S-shoula.. what?”
“I snuck into your room!” He confessed. “I wanted… shit, I saw this porn where this guy fucked his girl in her sleep, and she woke up as she orgasmed, and I imagined it so many times… b-but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t rape my sister.”
I felt him throb inside me. He twitched, and I realized he’d kept himself tightly inside me, neither of us moving. I didn’t want to– he felt perfect just like this, deep inside my body, throbbing occasionally, twitching and swearing underneath me as he confessed all his dirty thoughts.
I let go of his head. He gripped my hips tighter, refusing to let me go, but I wasn’t trying to leave. I reached towards the top of my dress, instead, and pulled it down until my breasts were exposed.
I reached out to him, my hands slipping around his neck, and pulling him to sit up more on the couch. His cock shifted inside my body, and I moaned as he sat up enough to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. The heat of his mouth made me moan, and he rolled his tongue over the sensitive pink nub. I felt like I should have cum by now– my body felt so good, tingling all over, and my hips jerked forwards.
“A-ah– d-don’t move– sis don’t move–” He pleaded against my chest, lips breaking away to kiss his way across my sternum to the other breast. “I-if you move, I’m gonna cum– I gotta… I gotta make you cum first.”
“Why?” I asked breathlessly, one of his hands releasing from my hip to disappear beneath my skirt again. It was draped over where our bodies met, hiding the fact that he was balls deep in his little sister. “I-I won’t be mad…”
“I gotta make you love it, so you’ll want it again.” He laughed a little, kissing and flicking his tongue over her other nipple now. “Fuck I wanna live in your pussy, sis…”
“Y-you can’t– oh shit—”
His other hand had found my clit again, his thumb pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. A shock went through my body, sitting up straight and squeezing my legs tighter around him.
“F-fuck- that–”
“Yeah?” he grinned up at me, closing his lips around my nipple and sucking it as he refused to stop. His thumb pressed up under my clit first, pushing the fleshy hood that protected it back before massaging in circles, the extreme slick of my pussy making it easy for the pad of his thumb to slide over me and send waves of perfection up through my body.
I felt myself clench.
“Oh-oh— go-nna– g-gonna —!!”
“Y-yeah- oh shit- that’s right, cum all over big brother’s cock, sis…”
My back arched as I reached my limit, and I felt it as my pussy squeezed and spammed around his thick dick inside me. I needed more, but he wouldn’t let my hips rock more than a few twitches forward and back. The hand that was still on my hip held me tight, keeping me still as I squeezed and milked his dick with my pussy, muscles clenching in waves as I squalled and moaned for my big brother.
My skirt was flipped up as he grabbed onto my other hip with the hand that had been rubbing me, his hips suddenly jerking upwards. I yelped, reaching for the back of the couch to dig my fingers in as my big brother began to bounce me on his lap, and his cock began to slide in and out of me. Fucking me, he was fucking pounding my pussy and I loved every second of it.
I felt him swell inside my body. I felt him throb. I knew he was about to come, about to fill up my pussy with his hot thick jizz.
He pushed me– back from him, down his thighs to sit back nearly on his knees. His cock popped free from my body, just barely in time for him to cum… all over my dress. A white sticky spray of cum covered my pretty blue sundress as the pair of his panted and shook, looking at each other in the quiet moments after.
“I… I got a washing machine…” He mumbled to me, somewhat lamely. “I didn’t mean to… shit, if you take that off… you don’t have a bra… I…”
I put my finger on his lips, hushing him.
“I have an IUD you dumbass. Cum inside me next time.”
