Dirty Business

[RawDog33]

Another day, another grind. Go to work, lay the pipe, weld it together, lay some more, go home, clean up, have a few beers and a toke, run around for a bit, get some sleep and do it all over again. Tommy O’Brien had a routine. At just twenty-three, he’d already been through a lot. He was handling it all as best he could, which really wasn’t very well, to be honest. He drank too much. He smoked too much. He got high too often.

But he still made it to work on time every day. That counted for something, right? He lived in a small college town in the midwest. His parents had died a couple years ago in a tragic car accident, and he had never quite been the same after that. He made his rounds. Everyone knew he had the the best weed in town. So far he’d managed to dodge any infractions with the law. He was small time, just selling eighths and quarters, and every once in a while he’d have some coke or some X, but not too often. The out-of-town college kids loved the shit though.

He was sitting drinking at the tavern that night when he got a text from his younger sister, Charlotte. Charlie. She hadn’t handled their parents’ death very well either. But he had no idea this message would change his life in so many ways...

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Don't flunk out. Don't fail. Don't give up. Always keep trying. Good advice given at a young age by her father. Words to live by really. And she had done very well..until a few years ago. In one single moment, her life, as she knew it, changed entirely. The script was flipped and her world was snatched out from underneath her feet. Going away for school had seemed her best option at the time, but once there, Charlotte..or Charlie as she was mostly known by family and friends, had quickly realized that it was not where she needed to be.

Despite her attempts to push through and keep her grades somewhat decent, an easy enough task..for her, it had not been that simple. Her mind constantly strayed..she found the wrong crowd at the wrong time, and befire she knew it, most of her days were spent sleeping off the previous nights high. Charlie had succumbed to the wickedly sweet intoxication of marijuana rather easily at the frat parties she frequented..and the guys were always generous. No doubt because of her looks. Why else?

Everything had caught up with her though..her grades, which had already been borderline dangerous, took a nosedive straight to the point of no return. The dean had made no bones aboit the way he felt about the situation and had sealed her fate when he informed her that she would not be given a second chance, and that if she had family elsewhere, it was best that she get in contact with them. That night, as she lay across the twin bed in the dorm room she shared, Charlie sighed heavily as she quickly pounded out a text to her older brother Tommy. She had no where else to go..nobody to help her. He was inevitably her last and only resort.

*Hey..I really need your help. I got into some trouble with my grades and shit, and I've been kicked out. I have to be gone tomorrow. Can you come get me? Please? I dont have anyone else..*

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy hadn’t heard from Charlie in months. They weren’t exactly close. Maybe he should have made more of an effort to be there for her after their parents died, but he had been dealing with his own personal hell.

He would have to call off from work. It would make for a very long day. “Sure thing” he texted back to her, shaking his head as he did. It was a five hour drive. But she was family. Really, the only family he had left anymore. Sure, there were some cousins scattered across the country, but no one he was in contact with.

“Bartender! One more!” he called out, draining his beer and taking a pull off his marijuana-infused vape pen. Those things were great. He could smoke up anywhere, and it didn’t smell like weed, so no one was any the wiser.

*****

Tommy awoke the next morning, groggy but ready to go. He toasted a bagel and made a pot of coffee, made himself a lunch to eat on the road, and hopped in his old Ford F-150 and headed east to Ohio to retrieve his sister. He put on some good tunes for the journey. Smoked a joint somewhere in Indiana. Had a couple keybumps of coke as he crossed the border into Ohio.

It was right around one in the afternoon when he pulled into her dormitory parking lot and sent her a message to tell her he’d arrived. Good God I hope she’s actually packed and ready to roll he thought.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie had spent her last evening on campus..off. One of the fraternities was in the middle of "Greek" week, so she figured why not go out with a bang. She didn't bother to tell anyone she was leaving..she found it useless. There wasn't really anyone there that she had gotten close to..no girls that she had bothered to become close with really...aside from the small crew she had acquired when her "one time" trying a blunt jad become a regular activity. At eleven o clock, Charlie was fairly high and buzzing pretty hard from the four rounds of shots that she had partaken in. By midnight, she was floating somewhere between stoned and blitzed. By the time she managed to make it back to her room and fall into bed, still fully clothed, it was almost four in the morning.

The early morning sun shone blindingly bright through the open blinds hanging from her window, and Charlie groaned as she rolled over and three an arm across her face. Her stomach lurched violently as she did, another unpleasant noise escaping her as she slowly sat up..eyes closed amd head pounding. It took her a moment to realize where she was, and blindly she reached for her phone on the table beside her bed. Not finding it, Charlie stumbled up and yanked the blankets away, cursing as the all too familiar clatter resounded on the other side of the bed. "Fuck me.." She bent over the bed and snatched it off the floor as she laid back down, her insides rolling again. Seeing that it was just past ten, she sighed and laid her phone on the bedside table.

Her mind drifted and she wondered for a moment if Tommy was actually coming to get her. Growing up, they had never shared the relationship they should have..and as teenagers it was no better. After the death of their parents, it was like she didn't exist at all, and she figured, if he wasn't putting in the effort to be there for her, then why should she? It was a disappointing way to view a sibling relationship, but to her, it was what it was. Charlie sat up again and glanced around the room. There wasnt much for her to pack aside from her clothes..little things that she had accrued while there. As far as she was concerned, they could stay. Standing and making her way to the small closet, she grabbed the large duffel bag and small suitcase, opening them. It took less than fifteen minutes to pack her clothes and the few personal belongings she had brought with her.

She needed a shower..a hot one..and she needed to not taste the remnants of the night before. Charlie grabbed a clean set of clothes and her toiletries and made her way to the communal shower downstairs. Once under the spray, she felt herself come alive and realized two things. One, she was starving..and two, she desperately wanted a joint. She made quick work of the rest of the shower, drying off and tugging on the tight shorts and tank top. The black pushup bra clearly shone through the white material, but she didn't care. Charlie made her way back upstairs, having forgotten about the food. Her focus was solely on grabbing her stash out of the nightstand drawer and hitting up her hiding spot. As she grabbed her phone, she checked to see if Tommy had messaged. She saw that he hadn't..yet..and grabbed her bag and suitcase. Once she walked out, there was no coming back.

Charlie found that her spot was was occupied when she got there, but the guy was someone in her small circle of pothead acquaintances, and she nodded as she took a seat on the ground underneath the massive oak tree. He was already burning and passed it to her as she sat down. Most people compared the effect of weed to that of alcohol, and Charlie thought them to be idiots. There was nothing that compared to a wake and bake session, and she blew the smoke out slowly as she leaned her head back against the tree. Between the two of them, one joint turned into two..and then three as time rolled by. Feeling her phone buzz in the back pocket of her shorts, Charlie reached for it and saw that Tommy had indeed come to rescue her. "Alright my dude..I'm out. Thanks for the hospitality." As she stood up, Charlie slipped her phone back into her pocket and grabbed her things. It was a short walk to the front of the dorms, and she instantly spotted his truck parked on the far end. She walked quickly, and tossed her bag and suitcase into the bed as she opened the passenger door and slid in. It was obvious that she was seriously high, but it was Tommy. What would he care? "Thanks...for coming..I um..just didn't know who else to try."

 

[RawDog33]

I sat there in the truck, waiting to hear back from Charlie, and enjoying the scenery as it strolled by. I wasn’t about to light up a bowl or anything on campus, but I did indulge in another keybump of coke as I waited. Where the hell was she?

She replied back soon, and I spotted her walking towards the truck a few minutes later. She threw her shit in the bed and hopped in. I immediately smelled the weed on her, and stifled a bit of a chuckle as best I could.

”Thanks...for coming..I um..just didn't know who else to try,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied, pulling out of the parking lot. Involuntarily, I sniffed, and wiped at my nose. I was a little wound up from the coke, but I needed it for the long drive. “Anything for my kid sister,” I said with a smirk. I knew she hated it when I called her that. She was only a couple years younger than I was, after all.

I wasn’t about to press her on why she was getting kicked out of school, and regardless, there were more pressing matters. “So, uh... do you have somewhere to stay back home?” I asked. I was pretty sure she was going to want to stay with me for a little while, at least, but I figured we might as well get that straightened out first.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the remark, and pulled one leg underneath her as she settled back against the seat. The only thing she wanted to do was get the hell out of this town..away from these people. Tommy backed out of the space he had parked in and out of the lot. As they rolled through traffic and out of the city, Charlie sighed. The high would wear off soon enough..and she knew there was a long drive ahead. Her attention turned towards her brother as he spoke. She didn't have anywhere to stay..and nothing to contribute to anyone. She glanced over at him and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Umm..no. I don't. I..dont have anything. Hopefully I can find a job or something." Another sigh as her attention turned towards the window. She watched the passing scenery without much interest, and felt her stomach roll. She hadn't eaten that morning..opting to fill her lungs instead. Feeling awful for having had to call Tommy to come get her, Charlie decided if she was gonna ask him to stop for food, the least she could do was feed him. "Do you mind if we stop somewhere? I haven't eaten anything today, and I'm feeling kinda sick. I've got a few bucks..I'll buy you lunch.."

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy nodded in understanding. “Yeah, let’s grab a bite to eat,” he said. “We’ll figure something out.” He pulled off the highway at the next small town they came to. There was a little roadside diner nearby.

He felt bad for Charlie. Things had been rough for the both of them. He knew he wasn’t in the best of places either. Maybe working together they could help each other out. Family.

They went inside and found a booth to sit in. He ordered a coffee and a patty melt. He figured he should let her know what she’d be walking into. “My place is pretty small,” he explained. “But there’s a sofa in the living room you are welcome to crash on for as long as you need.” He shrugged. That was really the best he could do for her.

His mind was racing, though. He had a lot of pot (and some other things) stashed in hiding places around the house, but he’d never had a roommate. He didn’t need his sister knowing he was a drug dealer, after all!

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie swallowed back the naseau that washed over her as Tommy put the truck in park and shut if off. Once inside, they quickly found a booth towards the back and claimed it. She slid into the seat opposite him and smiled at the waitress as she approached. Tommy ordered first, something simple..and Charlie glanced over the laminated menu on the tables surface briefly before deciding that the patty melt sounded good to her too. She ordered hers with extra onions and a side of fries and asked the waitress for the largest glass of water they had. She glanced over at her brother as the waitress retreated.

As he told her about his cramped quarters, Charlie felt a pang of guilt. She had put herself in this situation..fucked up her own life..and here he was, saving her from it. He had little more than she did..admittedly no room for her, but offering it anyways. "I'm sorry Tommy..I'm really not trying to put you out. You didn't have to come, but I'm really glad you did...thank you." Charlie smiles softly as she looked over at her brother. Maybe this could be a fresh start for them, she thought. Something to build from..and possibly have the relationship that she had wanted so badly growing up.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy looked at her as she spoke. “It’s not a big deal, Charlie, I got you. We’ll figure something out.” He shrugged. They’d been through a lot. He reached across the table to her and gently took her hands in his. “Listen... I’m sorry I was kinda MIA after... after the accident. I should have been there more for you.” He squeezed her hands in his.

This was the first time they’d spent much of any time together since the funeral, and they were about to be spending a lot of time together. She’d grown more into her curves in the last year or so, he definitely noticed that about her. He let go of her hands as the waitress returned with their drinks.

Charlotte seemed like she was starting to feel better after getting some water in her. “Rough night?” he asked her with a little smirk.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

As he tended to do with everything else..Tommy shrugged the apology off..but there seemed to be something different this time. She couldn't put her finger on it though. Her eyes met his as he spoke, and she was genuinely surprised when his hands covered hers. Even moreso at his genuinely truthful apology to her. Tommy had never apologized for anything..ever. At least not to her. Charlie felt her breath hitch at the mention of their parents accident..and her chest tightened just a little. It was something she tried not to think about. Although it had been a few years, the memory for her, was as fresh as the day it happened. She cleared her throat softly as she held his gaze. Slowly she pulled her hands away and let them fall into her lap.

Just then, the waitress appeared, and Charlie drank nearly half the glass before she put it back down. The water was ice cold and tasted amazing..cottonmouth was no fun at all. She closed her eyes and sighed as the refreshing liquid flowed into her belly. It would help, but she really needed to eat..and soon. Charlie pulled a face in answer to her brothers question. Like he even needed to ask. "Not..rough..just late. I figured if I was leaving, I might as well have one last hurrah. Greek week. Lots of booze. Lots of smoke. It was fun.." The thought of Tommy knowing she parties that way, slightly bothered her..but at the same time, felt he deserved to know the outlets she had chosen. What reason was there for her to hide anything anymore...?

 

[RawDog33]

”Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” Tommy replied. He took a sip off his Dr Pepper. This little roadside diner was pretty quick, and their food arrived in short order. As he ate, Tommy pondered what she had told him about partying late... drinking and smoking.

He would definitely have to find better hiding spots for his personal stash... and for the stuff he sold every week. At the same time... maybe she could help him. It was always time-consuming to break the big bags of weed he got down into smaller bags for sale. Who knows? Maybe some of her old friends could become new clientele? He scratched at his beard as he pondered the possibilities.

Still, that was a part of his life that he wasn’t sure he wanted to fully expose his sister to. They finished their meal. I got it, Charlie, he told her when the waitress came around with the bill, and soon enough they were headed west on the highway again in Tommy’s old pickup. He put on some music and sat back for a long ride.

“Hey, open the glove box,” he told her as they got on the highway.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

They ate in silence, and Charlie let her mind wander a bit, curious as to what her older brother had been up to the last few years. Wondering if the reason he hadn't reached out to her was because he didn't want to..or maybe felt that she didn't want him around. When they were done, she reached into her pocket for the little bit of cash that she had saved, but Tommy stopped her as he produced his own wallet and covered the bill. Another jolt of guilt made its presence known, and she slipped a few singles under the edge of her plate as she slid from the booth, following him out the door.

As they found their way back on the road, Charlie got comfortable again, tucking a leg underneath her. The soft strains of an electric guitar wafted throughout the cab of the truck as they rode, and she smiled a little, recognizing the band that Tommy favored so much. She thought back to when they were kids, and how she would sit and listen to her brother play, his face always a solid mask of concentration as his fingers danced over the chords. He had been good..almost naturally. She wondered for a moment if he still played, and was just about to ask when she heard him tell her to pop open the glove box.

Giving him a look, she shrugged and leaned forward, lifting the small handle. As the compartment opened, she immediately caught sight of the small, brightly colored glass pipe. Charlie glanced over at him again, and reached for it. It was intricately colored, blues and greens weaving through the glass, creating waves throughout. With a coy smile, Charlie sat back as she looked over at him. "Very pretty..but kind of pointless unless you have something to go in it..I guess it's sort of a good thing that I do.." Laughing playfully as she slipped a hand into her front pocket and produced a small baggie. It wasn't much, but it was fairly potent. "Were you...suggesting something Tommy?"

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy had never gotten high with his sister before, but opening this new chapter in their lives together seemed like as good a time as any. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached into his own pocket, and produced his own baggie of potent weed. “I’ve got some too,” he said, tossing his bag over to her. He smirked. “It’s kind of a long drive.”

She packed the bowl with her own stuff first, quickly and efficiently, and Tommy immediately could tell that she wasn’t exactly a stranger to Mary Jane. When she handed him the fresh, green bowl to take the first hit, he knew that they were on the same page. Controlling the steering wheel with a raised knee, he took a hit for himself, sucking the smoke into his lungs, working the carb a bit as he drew on it before handing it back over to her, half the top of the bowl still fresh and green.

“Ooh, that’s good stuff,” he said, after blowing the smoke from his lungs out the window. “Thanks.”

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie barely caught the plastic baggie as it was tossed in her direction. The strong scent drifted up to greet her, even though the bag was sealed. She smiled as she slid it in her pocket, and opened her own. Balancing the small pipe between her fingers as she packed it, using the last of her weed. Turning it around in her hand, she handed it over to Tommy who reached for it without even blinking. It was her turn to smirk as he inhaled his lungs full and let it out slowly. The approval in his tone, his words, as he handed the pipe back to her. Never, ever..did she think she would be sitting across from Tommy, getting high.

She cleared her throat as she brought it to her mouth, cornering the green side with the flame, keeping her finger over the carburetor as she pulled, gently at first, but slightly harder as she worked the bowl. When her lungs were full, she held the smoke for a good minute and then let it all out at once, the thick, white smoke curling into the air. Instead of handing it back to her brother, she slid closer as she got his attention. Lifting the pipe to his mouth, she kept her finger over the carb and lit the bowl as he drove. "Just pull..lemme know when your good.." Charlie kept her thumb over the small hole on the side of the pipe, wanting Tommy to fill the stem before she lifted it away..

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy sucked on the pipe, and nodded when he hit that point and she pulled her thumb off the carb to give him that extra little pull. He’d never had anyone do that for him before. He held the smoke deep in his lungs for as long as he could. The whole thing was kind of strangely intimate in a way. Tommy liked it.

They finished the bowl in that fashion in short order, and enjoyed the music as the miles rolled away under his wheels.

He had her load up another bowl about halfway home, and it was all smooth sailing from there. It was close to nine o’clock when he came to a stop in front of his little house. “Home sweet home,” he said, putting the truck in park.

“Come on, let’s get your shit inside and go hit the tavern,” he told her.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

The ride back home didn't seem so disparaging as the two of them shared and got lost in the euphoria. The music was good, the conversation better. The two of them just seemed to pick up where they left off..as though it never stopped. Tommy stopped a few times, taking a few minutes each time to stretch his legs or get something to drink. Charlie found that she was actually enjoying spending time with him. When they finally pulled into his driveway, she glanced over the small abode, and bit her lip as her high dissipated completely.

He hadn't been joking when he said his house wasn't much. The outside was inviting enough, decent curb appeal, but she could tell that it honestly really was just big enough for a single occupant. She has to smile at the words as Tommy spoke, not quite able to fathom anywhere being "home" for her. She followed suit as he opened his door and got out, reaching for her bags in the bed. Tommy mentioned something about a tavern..and Charlie wanted to protest. The ride alone had been tiring, but combined with their "extra"curricular activity, she was all but ready to pass out.

She thought for a second, part of her wanting to go, to continue spending time with Tommy, but she really did want to take a nap. She stretched and groaned softky, sling the duffel bag over her shoulder, looking over at him. "I need to wake up a bit for that..I'm literally falling asleep standing up." Charlie smiled and made a slight face, as they made their way up the short walkway that lead to his front door. "Any suggestions..?"

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy raised an eyebrow at her comments as they brought her bags inside the small house. He had just the kind of “pick-me-up” that would keep them going all night long, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to share that part of him with her.

It had been a long day on the road, after all. Maybe she was right. His better judgment got pushed aside, however.

“I may have a little something to perk you right up,” he said, a devious grin crossing his face. He knew he shouldn’t do this. “But let me show you around first,” he said, trying to get his head straight. “Uh, this is the living room. That’s the pull-out sofa bed right there. Kitchen’s over there, backyard through that door. Down this hallway is the bathroom and my room is across the hall... and that’s really about it,” Tommy said, giving his sister the quick tour. “Uhm, I’ll be right back.”

He went into his bedroom, leaving her alone in the living room for a minute, before reappearing, holding a small mirror in one hand; there were two lines of white powder laid out on it.

“And here’s your pick-me-up, if you want to hit the tavern with me. My treat.”

He offered her a short plastic straw...

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie followed Tommy inside the house, dropping her bag near the door in the small area that served as his living room. She glanced around and saw that there wasn't really much at all to her brothers house. Her initial impression had been very accurate. There was room for him...but not much else. Charlie sighed heavily as the weight of the day seemed to hit her all at once. A wrecking ball crashing into the wall that she was. Tommy however, seemed more than willing to keep the night rolling, and a sly smile played over his lips as he did indeed make a suggestion to her.

A quick two minute "tour", and he left her standing in the middle of the room as he disappeared. Charlie ran her fingers through her dark hair and cleared her throat as she stretched, groaning softly as the tension released along her spine and in her shoulders. Tommy came back into the room just then, holding something, and Charlie immediately recognized the set up. Her stomach flipped nervously as she eyed the soft white powder in those two perfect little lines. She wasn't a stranger to it..not entirely...but it was somehow different coming from Tommy.

She glanced up at him and met his gaze briefly. For a moment..just a moment, Charlie debated. She had only ever tried coke once before..but she had known a lot of students that did it regularly, using the drug to fuel their all night study sessions during finals. And of course it never lacked at any of the frat houses she had frequented..but she had managed to stay away from it. The one and only time she had done it, Charlie hadn't liked the feeling it gave her..but then again..it had most likely been cut with something, cheapening the quality of the drug.

This wasn't like that though..she wasn't at some party with a bunch of strangers..she was with Tommy. And she knew he would never intentionally do anything to put her in harms way. At least she hoped he wouldn't. Charlie smiled and shrugged, deciding that she wanted to make up for as much lost time with him as she could. "What the hell..right? Lets do it." She reached for the offered straw, and flipped her hair over her shoulder, out of the way, as she bent over the mirror slightly. Lining it up with the first line, Charlie held the side of her nose with her thumb and quickly snorted the powder into her open nasal cavity.

The burn was immediate, and she closed her eyes, a soft noise escaping her as she held her head back for a moment and continued to pull in through her nose for a second. Assuming that both hits were for her, she didn't waste any time as she repeated her process, taking the second bump through the other side of her nose. A small grunt tumbled past her lips as she stood upright, the burn a little stronger, but no less satisfying. She dropped the straw onto the mirror and closed her eyes for a second as she ran her fingers through her hair again, taking a deep breath in through her nose, and exhaling slowly as her focus centered on her brother. "Very nice...thank you. You uh..wouldn't happen to have a cigarette would you? Or..maybe we can stop by the store on the way out..?"

 

[RawDog33]

“Of course,” Tommy said, pulling out his pack of Marlboros and a lighter, handing her the pack before sitting down on the sofa. She had definitely railed her lines like she had a bit of experience with the activity. He dumped some more of the powder onto the mirror for himself, and quickly and efficiently scraped together a couple small lines for himself.

“Hey, go grab us a couple beers out of the fridge,” he told her as she lit her cigarette. He bent over the coffee table and snorted his lines up in short order, filling his head with the drug. The burn felt good; this was fairly clean stuff. The rush pumped him up. He turned some music on as she returned with the beer. He took a long drink, washing down the taste of the coke dribbling down the back of his throat.

He started cutting out more lines for them. He had her load them up another bowl to smoke. Soon enough, it was after ten. They were both talking a mile a minute, all wound up on the coke, and Tommy realized they weren’t gonna make it out to the bars tonight. They could both use a shower after the long drive, and by the time they got cleaned up and headed out, it would probably be close to last call anyway. He had plenty of beer here. He had a mostly full carton of cigarette packs.

And as he watched Charlie bounce around the room, he realized he had a hot chick to spend the evening with... even if she was his sister. The higher he got, the less he looked at her as his sister. It was quite wrong, but there was a lot of things that quite often bounced around Tommy’s head that were rather wrong and taboo. She had a great butt and nice full tits.

He lit a cigarette, looking around, eyeing her bags in the corner, wondering what he was going to do with her and her stuff.

“So... you’re probably gonna be here for a while, huh? We should get you settled in. I know there’s not much room, but... hmm. Let’s see.” They wandered on back to his bedroom, looking around. There was room in his closet for her to hang some things up. He opened up his dresser drawers. He could consolidate some things to give her a couple of drawers to use. He looked at his bed. It was king size, and she was only 5’4”. He knew that the pull-out bed in the sofa wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. He wasn’t gonna sleep on that thing, after all.

“I know it would be weird to share a room with your brother, but I’m good with it if you are,” he said to her.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

A playful smile formed on her mouth as Charlie accepted the offered pack. Taking one, she lit it, and pulled deeply, inhaling the pungent smoke as her lips formed an "O". Tiny, perfect little smoke rings floated upward between them as she exhaled the rest of the smoke as she watched her brother quickly do two lines of his own. The way things were happening, was not what she had expected..but Charlie wasn't complaining at all.

She nodded as if in agreement of the beer, and made her way into the small kitchen. The fridge was almost bare, aside from the beer and a few essentials. She slid her fingers around two of the long necks, and took another drag from her cigarette. Charlie used one bottle to pop the top off the other and held it out for Tommy as she sat down on the couch beside him. Twisting the top off of her own, she followed suit and drank about a third of the bottle down. It was cold, and sharp. A nice contrast to the constant drain in her throat, although somewhat numb.

Charlie shook her head and smiled, laughing almost when Tommy held the mirror out to her, four symmetrical white lines reflecting the others. She took the straw he offered and killed two of them in one swipe as she handed it back to him. Charlie felt good. Definitely high. No doubt in her mind. She reached in front of her for the little silver grinder as Tommy suggested she pack the bowl on the table. If he wanted to stay home and get fucked up..well that was alright with her.

A few more lines and a couple of bowls later, and Charlie realized that the two of them had actually been getting along. Talking and joking. Tommy had long since put on some music, and as light as she felt, Charlie couldn't help but get up and dance. The beats were good, but it was the guitar riffs and occasional solo that really got her moving. She loved the way it sounded..and it was easy to get lost in. Her hips swayed back and forth as she moved around the living room, a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. She didn't care that Tommy was watching her..she just knew that she felt entirely euphoric to stay seated.

Her mind had drifted so far off point, that it took her a second to realize that he had spoken to her. He stood and indicated her things, and had she not been as high as she was, Charlie would have initially thought his remark was that of a complaint. She didn't say anything as he walked towards the back of the house, but followed him into his bedroom. She watched as he went about figuring out how to accommodate her, and it made her smile. Her brother was actually trying to be..well..a brother. She thought it to be sweet that he was trying so hard to make her comfortable, and when he suggested they share the room..she didn't think anything of it. It was just Tommy..he was her brother..what bad intentions could there have been.."Sure...I mean..if it's okay. I mean I dont mind sleeping on the couch at all. It's really no problem."

 

[RawDog33]

“Yeah, it’s really no problem. That couch will leave you with some serious back pain anyways. Trust me, I used to sleep on it plenty when I first moved in here,” he explained. He was high as a kite, buzzing hard from the coke, and full of energy. He needed to do something with it all, and getting Charlie settled in was at the top of his list at the moment.

“Go grab your stuff,” he told her, and promptly started moving his stuff around to make room for hers, packing his clothes tightly into the top two drawers of the dresser to free up the bottom two for her. He didn’t have a lot hanging in the closet, and simply pushed all his stuff to the right, leaving plenty of hanger space for her. She came back with her bags, and Tommy went and grabbed more beer... and the coke... and the weed.

A couple more lines went up their noses. Tommy had a smart tv mounted on the wall opposite his bed, which he turned on and opened up youtube, turning on a concert video from his favorite band. He helped her as much as he could to get unpacked.

He couldn’t help but admire her round, firm butt whenever she bent over to put something away in the bottom drawer. He shook his head, trying to shut off the naughty, taboo thoughts that came to mind. He probably just needed to get laid. It had been a while. He’d been burned and hurt pretty bad by his last girlfriend, the cheating bitch, and hadn’t really started seeing anyone else since then, which had been some six months ago.

What’s worse was that he got horny when he got high. He felt an all too familiar rush of blood to his loins as he watched Charlie putting away her undergarments. He took a long drink off his beer, finishing it, and headed out to get another for them both from the refrigerator.

Soon enough, they had her unpacked and sorted out. Tommy stuffed her luggage away in the back of the closet and plopped down on the bed next to Charlie, who was now busy packing them another bowl to smoke.

“I think this’ll work for the time being,” he said, stretching his arms out. His mind raced. It had been a long day, after all. He felt kinda icky, like he needed a shower. It was after midnight. He wanted more comfortable clothes, too. He took a hit off the bowl and handed it back to her. “Damn... I’m fucked up,” he said, chuckling a bit. He was feeling quite good.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie had kept busy with unpacking her things, putting clothes away in the drawers that Tommy had cleared for her, and hanging up the rest. The weed had mellowed her out, and between that and the beer, she was incredibly relaxed. But the coke drove her, unable to sit still or just stand there, she danced around as she got her things put away. When she was finished, she fished out a pair of pajama shorts and another tank, and set it to the side. She desperately wanted a shower and to not feel road-worn. Tommy had fed her a couple more lines, and it was safe to say that she was stoned.

As she finished up, she sat down on the end of the bed Indian style, and made quick work of packing yet another bowl. Tommy joined her after stuffing her duffel and suitcase into the bottom of the closet, but she hadn't waited to light up. She had taken the first pull, and sat there, staring down at him as he laid back on the bed. Charlie held the smoke a second too long and when she exhaled, it was followed by a coughing fit. The head rush was instant and she brought the pipe to her mouth again as she doubled toked before handing it over to him.

Tommy pulled, inhaled and let the smoke out in a cloud as he looked at her. She could clearly see how high he was, and figured she looked just the same. His words were confirmation, and she smiled and laughed, nodding as she took one last hit. She waved it off as he took it and stood up, walking over to the dresser, picking up the clothes she had laid out. "Yea...fucked up would be fairly accurate. I'm gonna go jump in the shower..wash away the day. I won't be long, I'm pretty sure you're dying to get in there as well." Charlie smiled again as she walked out of the bedroom and made her way across the hall to the bathroom.

She pushed the door closed behind her, but paid no attention to the fact that it didn't close entirely. She stripped away the shorts and tank, reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and tossed it in the floor with her clothes. She stood in just her panties as she adjusted the water temperature in the shower. Peeling away the final piece of clothing, she stepped into the small space and pulled the shower curtain as she turned her back to the warm spray, closing her eyes. Between the warmth of the water and her massive high, Charlie let herself completely relax. She was happy..and she felt really good. Things had been going smoothly between them so far..and she could only hope that they would stay that way..

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy nodded and laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning around. He was high as fuck. It felt good. Watching his sister bend over again and again had left him quite horny, too, which was kind of annoying. He knew he was a kinky perv, of course. But he was sure his sister would never in a million years be down for anything like that.

He heard the shower turn on, and his head turned to the side, gazing through his open door towards the bathroom across the hall, and he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Just enough that he spied a flash of bare skin within. His bloodshot eyes went wide as he clearly saw his sister peel her panties down her delectable thighs and step out of them.

“Fuck...” he muttered quietly to himself, blood rushing to his loins immediately. He fought the sudden, overwhelming urge to sneak closer and get a better view, but she was already stepping into the shower and he heard the curtain pull closed behind her. He shook his head, well aware that he’d never get that particular lovely image out of his head.

He pushed himself up and went to his dresser, finding a pair of baggy gym shorts and a wifebeater that would function as pajamas. He was used to sleeping naked, after all, so this new arrangement would take some adjusting. He took another hit off what remained in the pipe, cashing it out, and setting it aside on the nightstand, and laid back and grooved to the music until he heard the water turn off.

 

[SinfulGypsyChild]

Charlie relished the shower, taking her time, but not trying to monopolize the hot water. She was clean..and that was good enough. Reluctantly she turned off the water and squeezed the excess moisture from her hair. She could feel the steam in tje bathroom as she stood there, and it was then that she realized that she hadn't asked if there were towels in the bathroom, or of he kept them elsewhere. Peeking from behind the shower curtain..which was really nothing more than a flimsy piece of plastic, Charlie called out to Tommy, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep. "Hey! Tommy! Do you keep the towels in here? Or are they somewhere else?" A cursory glance around the small area showed no signs of storage..and the cabinet beneath the sink looked entirely too small to hold anything other than extra toiletries..

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy heard her call out, something about where the hell were the towels, and he sat up quickly, pushing himself up off the bed and heading out into the hallway. There was a small closet at the end of the hallway where he kept spare towels and sheets and blankets and things.

He grabbed one for her and one for himself and walked back to the bathroom, knocking first on the slightly ajar door. It pushed open a bit. “Hey, I got a towel for ya,” he said, “hope you’re decent in there!” He stepped inside the bathroom. Why he thought this was a good idea was beyond him, but he was fucking high and common sense was a little difficult to come by. She was still behind the shower curtain. “Here ya go,” he said, holding it up for her as he stood next to the shower.