Dirty Affair With My Sister Chapter 32
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(Stepmom) – “The other night I was lost in the moment of feeling your father.
I could almost feel his presence. I felt so young again. It was wrong, I was confused and making excuses… well it’s just not right.”
I reached out and caressed her hand, letting her know, “I understand mom.
Believe me, I understand.”
Stepmom let out an anxious smile. “Honey,” she interjected, “I have some champagne from New Year’s Eve that has never been opened. Would you like to share a glass.”
“What’s the occasion,” I asked.
“Does there have to be an occasion? I’m just glad you’re home and we’re enjoying this lovely dinner.” She got up and headed inside for a couple of minutes. When she came back outside she was carrying a couple of champagne flutes and one of the bottles of Korbel that I remembered from New Year’s Eve.
She motioned me over to the patio couch where she placed the glasses on the wicker-glass coffee table. She opened the bottle and poured a couple of glasses. We toasted the flutes before taking a couple of sips. The bubbly champagne gave me an energized feeling.
I sat back and relaxed with nary a thought running through my mind. The next thing I knew stepmom boldly asked, “You smoke marijuana don’t you?”
I nodded meekly in the affirmative, expecting to get blasted. I knew better than to lie about that after all of the revelations of the last few days. What she said next was a true surprise.
“You know, I’m not a nerd… some of my friends smoked pot … and I was around them when they smoked it…I’ve tried it, but I haven’t smoked any in a long time. I need something to help me relax. I’d like to try some….Life’s been a bit rough lately,” she blushed nervously from asking me to do this.
“You’d really like to smoke some weed?” I puzzlingly questioned her as she nodded affirmatively. “Okay,” I answered and got up from the sofa and headed to my room. I couldn’t believe it, “Damn, my stepmom wants to smoke some weed with me.”
I headed back downstairs and outside under the deck to the candle lit area. The atmosphere had a golden hue, as my mother had poured us another flute of champagne. She was sipping on hers as I sat back beside her on the lounge sofa.
I held the joint up to my mother, “Here it is.” I lit the joint and took a long, slow drag before handing it to stepmom. As I exhaled the smoke, I watched stepmom who had taken a long toke — more than what she should have. She started into a coughing spasm, so I rubbed her back and asked if she was alright.
stepmom had dropped the joint in the middle of her coughing episode. I bent down, picked it up, and took another draw before handing it over again.
“Mom, you don’t need to take a big draw off of this stuff, it isn’t a cigarette. Just take a small one and hold it in.”
Stepmom took a small toke and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Then she took a few more sips of champagne. I took a couple of swallows myself.
I was already feeling a little buzzed as I reached the joint back out to my stepmother. She shook her head no, before letting me no, “I think that’s enough for now.”
We sat in silence, relaxing and letting the buzz flow for a few minutes. I could tell that stepmom was high as we sat back on the lounger. I raised the courage to ask about what had happened a few nights before. “Mom did you have what happened the other night planned?”
“No, no way, not at all,” she shook her head. Her thoughts seemed to come out carefully as she blurted the unexpected out. “I think your dad might be sleeping around. I can’t really prove it; but we haven’t had sex in months.
Our marriage has been monotonous for a while. We’ve just been going through the motions.”
I don’t know if it was the grass or the circumstances, I’m sure the buzz had something to do with it, but she started to tearing up. I tried to comfort her “Mom, everything’s going to be alright. Don’t cry.” I reached out and took her in my arms, hugging her. “It’s going to be OK. Are you sad because you think Dad has been cheating on you?”
Stepmom cried on my shoulder, “No, I’m not positive that he has. That’s not why I’m crying…. I’m a woman. I’m still young, and I need sex!”
She gasped as she thought about what she had just said, pausing a few seconds while searching for the proper words, “I haven’t been with many men in my life and I’ve never cheated… I shouldn’t be telling you these things. I’m just frustrated my life is so screwed up. I’m upset that my family is so dysfunctional. I feel so responsible!!! I’m fucking responsible!!!”
I reached out, hugged her, and then kissed her on the cheek. As I held her, her breasts pressed against my chest and somewhat unfortunately causing my cock to begin to stir. My tented pants pressed against her side. stepmom stared me in the eyes and one thing led to another as we began kissing. Suddenly my stepmother pulled back, “We can’t do this. We can’t fucking do this.”
She stared at me and tried to speak, but no more words escaped the lips I had just been kissing. She seemed to be terribly flustered, as she continued to stare intently in my eyes, while she rose from the sofa, then she turned and hastily escaped into the house.
I knew that I had fucked up. I tried to convince myself that I really wasn’t a letch. I didn’t mean to put any moves on my stepmother. It felt like it was a mutual thing, but she had laid the rules down and here they were completely broken. Oh, I felt shattered.
I just sat in a lost daze wondering how I was going to remedy the situation.
Before I knew it, I looked down at my watch and it had been thirty minutes.
The air was becoming quite cool (temperature probably lower sixtyish), but I didn’t want to face the music whatever that might be. I felt like going inside to further sulk in my pity. I put out the candles and headed in.
TO Be Continued
