Siblings’ Secrets

“Oooooh a sports bar sounds fun, let’s do that.” I said with a cheesy grin. I glanced over at Tommy again as he stared at the road with an amused expression on his face. I tilted my head watching him for a minute. Damn if he wasn’t my brother, he was pretty sexy. Why hadn’t I noticed how fucking sexy my brother was?

I began to giggle thinking about it as he pulled into a parking spot at a sports bar. I combed my fingers through my blonde hair and pulled out my compact mirror to check my lipstick and stuff. Some of the lipstick had come off when I had fooled around with Greg earlier, something I should’ve noticed but hadn’t so I reapplied then got out of the car.
 
Sammy had a bit of a case of the giggles as we pulled into the parking spot, and I took that to mean the weed was doing its job. She messed around with her makeup for a minute, and it was hard to not imagine those pouty pink lips wrapped around my cock.

We went inside and found a couple seats together at the bar. I made sure to order her one of those oversized margaritas, and a relatively strong drink for myself, before we ordered a bevy of appetizers to munch on.

The drinks arrived and we spent a while just making small talk, shooting the breeze until our food came.

“So...” I finally asked. “What’s your boyfriend situation? Is there somebody I need to know about who will be coming around?”
 
We found a table and Tommy ordered me a margarita which in retrospect probably wasn’t the best idea but I needed this. I didn’t want to think about school or how I was probably going to lie my financial aid and how my parents would go psycho on me.

I grabbed the my huuuge margarita and took a few sips.

“Uh, no boyfriend. I kinda just fool around with random guys every now and then which makes me sound like a slut but I’m not, just taking a break from the dating scene for a bit.” Man the drugs and alcohol was like a truth serum wasn’t it. “What about you?”
 
“Pretty much the same, you know, kinda random hook-ups every once in a while but definitely nothing serious. I mean, it’d sure be nice to have someone to, you know, screw every night. But I haven’t found her yet, I guess,” I said.

You, on the other hand, would be just perfect for that position whispered my dirty mind, and I took a long drink of beer to wash that bad thought away!

Our appetizers arrived and we dug in voraciously. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be bringing anyone back to your place anytime soon. If you could just shoot me a text if you are planning to, though, I can make sure I’ll be somewhere else. And I’ll do my best not to be jealous,” I said with a playful wink.
 
I reached for some of the potato skins and moaned as I took a bite. It was interesting how good food tasted when you were loaded up with weed and alcohol. It was also interesting that he didn't have a girlfriend that he frequently fucked around with. Why did that make me so happy to hear? I reached for one of the sliders.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be bringing anyone back to your place anytime soon. If you could just shoot me a text if you are planning to, though, I can make sure I’ll be somewhere else. And I’ll do my best not to be jealous,”

Was he flirting with me? That almost sounded like my big brother was flirting with me. Maybe he meant jealous that I was getting some and he wasn't. Yeah, that had to be what it meant.

"Oh Tommy theres no need to be jealous. I doubt its hard for you to get laid..." I took a long drink of my margarita. "A sexy guy like you, you probably have girls begging you to let them...." I stopped myself, drinking and drugs were a very bad idea. Instead, i attempted to stuff the slider in my mouth but only got a few inches in.
 
I smirked as she stuffed her face to halt her words. Yeah, I may have been flirting with my sister. It kind of came natural. The weed and beer definitely contributed to both our loose lips, but I was having fun with her.

“Begging me to let them do what?” I pondered out loud, before taking another drink. I finished it, and a moment later a new one was on the table for me. The barmaid was quite good at her job. I eyed Sammy’s nearly finished margarita, and motioned to the barmaid to get her a new one, as well.

“My treat,” I said. “And you know, if you’ve got some hot friends that would beg me to let them do... whatever... feel free to bring them around,” I said, winking at her again. I wanted to tell her I’d be more than happy to let her do things to me, but I definitely wasn’t close to drunk or high enough for that!
 
Before I could answer, my phone buzzed and I picked it up to look at what the notification said while sipping my drink. It was Ben another one of my acquaintances. Because I had issues with my financial aid I had a side gig which probably wasn’t the best type of thing to do. Guys usually invited me to their parties or sometimes not to their parties. Sometimes it was just one guy who needed a little entertainment for the night.

To put it plainly sometimes I sucked cock for money. I’d forgotten that I was supposed give one of my best customer's a bj tonight , and he was texting me to see when I’d be there. “Shiiiit.” My voice was slurry. “I was supposed to be somewhere and I forgot cuz I missed spending time with my big bro.” I drunkenly and playfully punched his arm.

“We have to talk about this larer, later I mean. Kay? Can you drop me off somewhere? Oh and do you have some weed I can borrow? “ I figured since he had a joint he had to have weed on him somewhere, “pretty please big brother?”
 
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I raised an eyebrow as she asked me to drop her off at where ever she needed to be, and then was so brazen as to ask me for weed. I mean, I always had a few joints, but they were typically reserved for myself and/or prospective new customers.

Her next big margarita arrived at the table, along with a fresh beer for myself. “Yeah, sure, no problem,” I said. We still had plenty of food to eat, so I wasn’t in a big hurry to leave.

I pulled out my pack of smokes and lit up a cigarette, and then slyly pulled another joint out and slipped it into her open purse. “Are you gonna need a ride home?” I asked her.
 
After we finished eating and chatting, despite my anxiousness( After all, this was money we were talking about); we left the sports bar, me stumbling out like the drunk high bitch that I was. We got to the car and pulled up to the spot. He slipped a joint in my purse and I kissed his cheek. “Yes I do. Thank you big brother I owe you.”

I stumbled though not enough to fall over but it was clear that I was not completely sobered up. The door swung open Ben was there in his jeans and shirtless. “I was starting to wonder if you were comin. If not, I know a guy. “ I handed him the joint. “Easy peasy lemon squeezer.”

I stepped inside closing the door hoping there’d be no questions from Tommy about this.
 
She guided me to her friend’s place, an apartment building, and said she would only be a few minutes; the joint was to pay her friend back for helping her study or something. I had to wonder who it was, as I had a couple of regular customers who lived in this particular building.

There was a bar across the street, so I headed in there to pass the time until she was ready to go home, and had a beer. And then another. What was taking her so long? Part of me hoped she was smoking that joint with her friend...
 
Ben invited me in and I looked around his apartment in a drunken and high stupor.

"Do you have the stuff?" He pulled out his phone as if he was about to make a call. If it was the police, I'd bring him down with me. I had texts to prove he'd been the one asking for pot and stuff. I pulled it out and lifted my brow.

"I told you I'd come through." Though honestly, I wasn't sure I would've been able to. I was horny when I made this promise and it was only a stroke of luck that my brother happened to have some on him, let alone have contacted me. Greg looked me in the eye and laughed.

"Oh my god, are you high and drunk already?"

I just giggled and nodded as he lit up. We took a few hits together before he pushed me down to the ground on my knees and undid his zipper. I took his thick cock into my mouth and started getting to work. I knew I had to pick up the pace because Tommy was waiting and I wasn't sure if he was waiting outside but if I took too long he'd get suspicious.
 
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I sipped on my beer as I sat at the bar, unable to get the curiosity about just what my little sister was up to out of my head. SportsCenter was playing on the TV but it didn’t interest me too much. The barmaid, on the other hand... she was easy on the eyes.

After a little while, I sent my sister a text message: I’m at the bar across the street when you are ready to head home. I’ll buy you a nightcap :)
 
Because I was busy with giving Ben a fucking awesome blow job, I didn’t even pay attention to the loud buzzing sound coming from my purse. I sucked Ben off good, so good that he ended up cumming down my throat and a bit on my face. We did a few more hits before I pulled out my phone to text Tommy and let him know I was ready.

After reading over his text sent a quick ‘Kay’ response to him.

“Text me when you need another blow.” I winked at Ben before stumbling out of the apartment building and then down the street to the bar. I was extremely thankful that Ben didn’t live upstairs because I’m pretty sure I would’ve fallen down the stairs if I did.

I found Tommy sitting at the bar and somehow made it over to him. “I’m ready for that night cap.” I slurred.
 
I got a text back from my sister after a little while, a simple “kay,” and about ten minutes later she was nearly stumbling into the bar through the door. She was clearly further gone than she had been when I had dropped her off, and I could tell she had definitely smoked some of that joint with whoever she was meeting up with.

I stifled a chuckle as I looked at her, noting a small glob of something white smeared just under her lip. It was obviously jism! I felt a pang of jealousy. That was weird. Why should I be jealous of my sister messing around with someone?

I wiped at my own lip. “You got a little something right there...” I told her with a smirk.
 
I quickly wiped the cum off mouth confused because I thought I had cleaned up but....I obviously missed a spot. "Whoops." I didn't want to explain myself. He was my brother after all, did he really need to know about my sex life? But because I was so high I just started blurting things out.

"I told you I sleep around..." I said with a shrug. It may not have been the total truth and I might have been 70 dollars richer than I was when I last saw Tommy but again, he was my brother. My sex life wasn't any of his business.

"Are we drinking or what?"
 
“Absolutely,” I replied quickly, and the barmaid was already walking up to us at the bar. I lit a cigarette and ordered a long island iced tea for Samantha and another beer for myself. They were promptly delivered.

Sammy’s drink was quite strong, and of course I encouraged her to suck it down. She was getting pretty messed up at this point, and I had a really good buzz going as well. That always put my mind in the gutter, and I couldn’t help but wonder how good she was at sucking dick. She’d obviously gotten a mouthful just a little bit ago, and the thought turned me on immensely.

“You don’t have class in the morning, do you?” I asked as she got to the bottom of her drink...
 
I shook my head at Tommy’s question as I took a few sips of my iced tea before chugging it down, it was strong but I wasn’t mad about that. It only made my highs feel all the more better.

“Nooooope.” I said in a sing song voice,”Why big brother you wanna spend s’more time with your sister?” I giggled. I wasn’t sure if it was the drink, or the weed but Tommy was looking hotter with every passing minute.

I shouldn’t be thinking that though, he was my brother but he was a sexy brother.
 
Was my sister flirting with me? I couldn’t help but wonder. It sure seemed like she was. I smirked and finished my beer. “One more round,” I said to the barmaid as she noted our empty drinks, and promptly delivered new ones for us. I looked at Samantha.

“Well, you know, we gotta make up for some lost time,” I replied, my hand finding her thigh under the bar and giving her a playful squeeze.
 
I instantly grabbed my refill of the iced tea and taking sips as Tommy talked. My legs parted, not because I was into incest or anything but kind of a habitual thing that happened when a sexy guy touched my leg. “Wellllll you have me for the next 18 hours or something like that.” I wasn’t sure if that was right but right now I didn’t care either. The one thing about weed and alcohol it always made me extremely horny.

It didn’t help that I just finished a blow job and got no relief for myself. “Anyways it sounds like fun cuz I need anything to take my mind off school right now.” I took another few long gulps of my drink. “Do you think you can find something to distract me with?”
 
I smirked, squeezing her leg firmly at her question, my fingers digging into her inner thigh. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” I replied, my mind running wild with the possibilities.

We were both in a hurry to finish our drinks for some reason... and soon enough we were heading back to my car. She was a little unsteady on her feet, so I slipped my arm around her back and held her close to me until we got to the car and I opened the door for her, and helped her in. It was almost like we were on a date.

I had a good buzz going, and I really probably shouldn’t have been driving, but we made it back to her place without a problem and were soon stumbling through the door together. I was already fishing out my weed vape pen, and waved it in front of her in offering...

“We got all night, right?”
 
I grinned at his comment about figuring out something for us to do. We eventually both stumbled out of the bar and somehow made it to the car and then back to the apartment. Getting in wasn’t as easy as it usually was when I was sober but I managed to open the door and then collapsed on the old couch that Tommy had slept on the night before.

He waved his vape pen full of more weed in front of me and reached for it. I stifled a small giggle some “better” part of me said I shouldn’t have anymore but that brush of morality washed away as soon I brought the vape to my lips.

“Allllll night.” I purred before taking a few hits from the vape pen. I was usually a very giggly high so I had to keep from doing just that. “Sooooo what do you plan to do with me, Tommy?” I said looking at him from under my long lashes, if someone were to be watching us right now and didn’t know us at all they’d think by the way I was looking at him that my words were suggestive. Hell even I thought they sounded way more suggestive than I had intended.
 
I smirked as I watched Samantha plop on the old couch and eagerly take a hit off the vape pen. “Well, the first part of my plan was to get you drunk and stoned, and I’d call that a success,” I said, sitting down next to her.

“You know, any other hot girl, I’d suggest some Netflix and Chill kinda messin’ around, but seeing as you’re my sister and all...”

I shrugged, taking the vape pen back from her and sucking my own hit off it. “I guess we’ll have to find some other way to entertain ourselves.”
 
“You planned to get me high AND drunk?” I asked mock incredulously,”what a naughty boy you are.” I began giggling again as he explained how he’d probably go for the Netflix and chill thing. “Netflix and Chill that’s so freshman year of college.” I teased.

I shrugged my shoulders at his question as I watched with desperation as he used his vape pen.

His words finally settled in my brain that he was insinuating that if we weren’t related he’d gladly fuck me. That was what he said right? “Your loss, cus I get suuuuuper horny when I’m high. So I guess it sucks to be you, huh?” I giggled.
 
“My loss?” I snickered as I took another puff and then handed it back to her, before plopping down on the couch right next to her. I chuckled as she greedily took another hit. “I mean, you’re the one that’s gonna be all horny with no one to mess around with...”

I gave her thigh another hearty squeeze. “So what’s there to do around here besides Netflix?” I wondered out loud, looking around, feeling quite pleasantly buzzed. “Do you got more to drink? We should probably drink more and just pass out before we do something we might regret in the morning...”
 
I wasn’t sure how to respond to his comment of it actually being my loss since I was the horny one. I mean he was kind of right, wasn’t he? But for all I knew he was probably a terrible fuck anyways. “Pfft you probably are a terrible lay anyways.”

I pointed to the kitchen where I probably had a few beers left. I wasn’t sure what I had left to be quite honest. I was so incredibly high and drunk that everything and nothing made sense.
 
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