This has to end,’ I thought to myself. My older sister, Katie, was home from college for the week and every night, after my parents went to bed, she’d sneak outside to smoke a joint. I’m eighteen and a senior in high school, so it isn’t like I’m against pot but it’s so annoying to have it billowing into my room while I’m trying to sleep. I walked outside and around to the side of the house where my sister was smoking her joint.

“Shit, Johnny!” I had obviously startled her as I came around the corner.

“What the fuck are you doing, Katie?”

“Relax, John. It’s only a little pot.”

“I know what it is, you’ve been blowing it in my window the past three nights.”

Katie took a long drag, looked up toward my window and blew a slow stream of smoke out of the corner of her mouth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You want a hit?” she coughed and took another drag.

She passed it to me…I don’t know what made me do it, I had never smoked before, but I took the joint from her and took a hit. The smoke was hot, thick, stale tasting and it made me cough immediately.

“Ugh, that’s fucking gross,” I said and spit onto the ground.

Katie snatched the joint from my hand and puffed on it a couple of times.

“You get used to it,” she giggled, and handed it back to me.

I took another hit but didn’t cough this time. Then I took another because I heard, somewhere, the rule is puff, puff, pass or something like that.

“There you go,” Katie encouraged me as she took it back.

We passed the joint back and forth until it started to burn our finger tips then Katie threw the roach onto the ground and snubbed it out with the toe of her sandal as she looked up at me with a big smile on her face.

“Want to raid Dad’s liquor cabinet?!”

“Katie, college has turned you into an animal,” I replied.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the kitchen where we found Dad’s keys, unlocked the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker. Katie poured each of us some of the scotch and filled the rest of the glass with coke…I had to admit, it was fun hanging out with Katie.

She had a completely different attitude toward life than before she had left for college. During high school, Katie had always been very studious and didn’t have much of a social life. Since going to college, she was talking about parties and camping trips, things I would have never expected her to do. Her entire wardrobe was different, too…she used to be conservative, wearing baggy clothes and dark colors, now she wore short shorts, and tight, low cut tops with bright colors.

To be honest, I was enjoying the change. I had never realized how nice my sister’s body was…she had great curves without all the baggy clothes covering them up. Instead of her ‘old’ normal sweat pants and hoodie, she had a thin silk robe with pajama pants on and her top was a low cut white spaghetti strap shirt. Katie had creamy white skin and long brown, almost black, hair and her eyes were a mixture of greens and light browns.

As we sat there drinking and talking, I was sure she saw me checking her out. I tried not be too obvious but I was stoned and getting drunk. At one point, Katie was re-filling my glass and she leaned so far over the table, I was certain her breasts would pop out of her top. When she sat back down she raised her eyebrow at me, basically acknowledging she saw my wandering eyes. After about the second or third drink, Katie started asking me questions about girls.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Well, why not? You’re handsome and you have a nice body. You should be able to get a lot of girls.”

“Thanks, Sis, but…I don’t know…never tried I guess.”

“Don’t you want to get laid?”

“Of course I want to get laid!”

“So, you’ve never had sex?”

I didn’t like having this conversation with anyone, let alone my own sister. She must have seen the trepidation in my eyes.

“It’s ok, you can tell me, I won’t judge,” she added, waiting for my answer.

“Yeah, I’m still a virgin, are you happy!” I snapped.

She ignored my attitude and continued her line of questioning.

“What about head? Have you had a blow job, yet?”

“Damnit, Katie, I don’t want to talk about it!”

“So, that’s a big fat NO,” she laughed.

“It’s not fucking funny!” I shouted and stood up.

“Relax, John, I was only teasing you.”

I sat down. I didn’t like the conversation focused on my sex life, so I figured I would switch it on her.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope, don’t need one.”

“Ok, but don’t YOU want to get laid?”

“I do get laid,” she giggled.

“Ah, Katie, you know what? Forget I asked.”

I looked up at her…she had the strangest look on her face as she bit her lower lip and she had a sparkle in her eyes that I was not accustomed to seeing.

“You don’t want to hear more?”

“More? No, no more, thank you,” I replied with a disgusted look on my face.

“So you don’t want to know if I suck dick?”

“What? NO! Katie, STOP!”

“Alright, your loss. See you in the morning,” she replied and jumped up from the chair.

I didn’t know if Katie was high and drunk or if she actually knew what she was saying but, deep down, I wanted to know more about her sex life, I wanted to know if she sucked dick…hell, I wanted to hear every dirty detail she was willing to tell me! I felt guilty thinking that way but the weed and the drinks helped mask the shame. Katie was on the other side of the kitchen, about to head up the stairs, when I finally got the words out of my mouth.

“Katie, wait.”