The rain came down in sheets, blurring the late-night highway into a smear of red taillights and grey asphalt. My car had given up the ghost about fifteen miles out of the city, a sputtering protest before settling into silence on the shoulder. It was a miserable night, but a small stroke of luck: I was only a short drive from my cousin Ava’s apartment. I gave her a call, knowing she’d be awake and, thankfully, willing to brave the storm to rescue me. I was on my way home with a backpack full of “party supplies”—an ounce of pot and a handful of ecstasy pills for a friend’s bash—and didn’t want to leave it behind.
Within twenty minutes, her little sedan pulled up behind me, and I was climbing inside, shaking off the water. Ava hadn’t changed much since I’d last seen her. She was a petite woman, just over five feet tall, with long dark hair and a new, confident glint in her eyes. It was a maturity she’d gained since living on her own. I held my backpack close, making sure to keep its contents to myself. Ava was not a fan of drugs, and I didn’t want to explain my cargo.
“Thanks for coming to get me, and for letting me crash,” I said as we pulled onto her street. “I swear that car’s been trying to die on me for weeks.”
“No problem,” she smiled, navigating the tight apartment complex parking lot. “I’m just glad you were close. You’re lucky I was still up. I took tomorrow off to hang out with my friend Chloe. She’s in town from college for the week. You remember her, right?”
I did. Chloe was a year behind me in high school, but I’d always had a huge crush on her. Nothing ever came of it, but the memory was still fresh.
“Yeah, I remember Chloe,” I said, a small grin on my face.
“Good,” Ava said, pulling into a space. “She’s already at my place.”
* * *
We made our way inside, and there she was: Chloe, a bottle of wine in hand, laughing on the couch. She was slightly taller than Ava, with a cascade of curly brown hair and a pair of dimples that appeared whenever she smiled.
“Finally! I was about to drink the whole bottle by myself,” Chloe said, gesturing to the empty glasses on the coffee table.
Ava laughed, heading to the kitchen to grab a fresh glass. “I didn’t know you were drinking tonight, Ava,” I said, a little surprised.
“I’m twenty-three,” she replied, a little defensive. “It’s just a once-in-a-while thing.”
“Like when your best friend comes to visit,” Chloe chimed in, holding up her glass.
We settled in, and for the next few hours, we drank wine and reminisced about high school. It was a low-key, normal night until a little after one in the morning. Ava, laughing and a bit unsteady on her feet, announced she needed to use the restroom. The moment she left, Chloe slid over to sit beside me.
“You used to smoke pot in high school, right?” she whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of intoxication and curiosity.
I hesitated, then nodded. “Sometimes.”
“Do you still?” she asked, her voice hushed. “I just started, and it’s a lot of fun. Even more when I’m drunk.”
Suddenly, I forgot all about Ava and where we were. My focus was entirely on Chloe, the girl I had wanted for years, now sitting inches away from me, seemingly eager to get high. I completely ignored the voice in my head telling me this was a bad idea and that my cousin would not be happy if she found out. I simply reacted to the moment. “Yeah, I’ve got some in my bag,” I said, pointing to the backpack on the floor.
She grabbed it, unzipped the main pocket, and her hand went in before I could say anything. She pulled out the bag of weed, but also the bag of pills. “What are these?” she asked, holding up the small baggie.
“Ecstasy,” I said, the words feeling foreign in my mouth. “Have you ever tried it?”
“No, but my friends say it makes you really horny,” she giggled, her eyes twinkling.
“It does,” I admitted, a slow burn starting in my chest. “It makes everything feel good.”
“Can I have one?”
“Sure. I’ll take one with you,” I said, reaching for the bag. “Don’t want you rolling by yourself.”
Just as I pulled two pills out, Ava stumbled back into the living room, her vision a little hazy. “Hey, are those mints? I could use one after all this wine.” Before either of us could stop her, she snatched the pills from my hand and swallowed them, chasing them down with a final gulp of wine.
Chloe and I stared at each other, stunned into silence.
“Ava,” I said, “Those weren’t mints. You just took two really strong hits of ecstasy.”
She froze, her eyes widening. “Ecstasy? Why do you have ecstasy?”
“My car broke down on the way home, and I couldn’t exactly leave it behind,” I explained. “We were just about to take them. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’ve done it before, and you’re with people who know what they’re doing.”
I turned back to Chloe, who was still staring, wide-eyed, at my cousin. “You still want to do this?” I asked.
She nodded slowly.
“Well,” I said with a laugh. “She took two, so I guess we should, too. To catch up.”
I pulled four more pills out, and we each took two, washing them down with the remaining wine. The pot was next.
“Don’t you dare smoke pot in my apartment,” Ava said, her voice stern but her body swaying slightly.
“You just did ecstasy, what’s a little weed?” I shot back, already rolling a joint. “Tonight is for new experiences, apparently.”
She didn’t argue.
* * *
Soon after I finished rolling the joint, I looked up. Both girls were sprawled on the couches. Ava was on the far side of the room, while Chloe was next to me, her feet stretched across my lap. She was wiggling on the couch, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Wow,” she whispered. “This feels… incredible.”
Her legs started to rub slowly against my thighs, her loose sweatpants sliding up and down.
“Told you,” I said, a wave of warmth and pleasure washing over me. I leaned my head back, a giddy smile on my face. The drug was taking hold. When I looked back, Chloe had taken off her socks and was rubbing her feet on the plush carpet.
“Everything feels amazing!” she exclaimed, a thrill in her voice.
“Let me try something,” I said, moving behind her. I started giving her a shoulder massage, my hands kneading her tense muscles. I could feel the thin material of her shirt and the straps of her bra beneath it. A thought, wild and uninhibited, sparked in my mind. So many unexpected things were happening tonight. I decided to see just how far I could push it.
My hands slid back over her shoulders, my fingers brushing the clasp of her bra. “This looks a little tight,” I said softly. “You’d be so much more comfortable without it.”
She turned her head, giving me a sly, knowing look. She reached under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and pulled it out. “You’re right,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “That feels so much better.”
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” Ava said from across the room, her voice a little slurry. “These clothes are so tight. I’m going to go get changed.” She staggered off toward her bedroom.
The moment she was gone, I slid my hand under Chloe’s shirt, my fingers slowly making their way to her breasts. She moaned softly as I gently squeezed her nipples, which were already hard from arousal. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as my hands continued their work.
Suddenly, Ava was back. She’d changed into an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. “What are you two doing?” she asked, a confused look on her face.
Chloe giggled, her voice filled with a raw, drug-fueled excitement. “He was giving me a massage, and… well, now we’re almost fucking. Don’t you feel this? I’m so horny!”
“Yes, I do,” Ava said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I was getting changed, and it felt so good I had to play with myself a little. You two go ahead. I’ll just get back to what I was doing.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I wasn’t about to question it. I slipped my hand into Chloe’s sweatpants, finding her wet and ready. She parted her legs, and I slid a finger inside her. She let out a gasp, and I felt my jeans getting tighter, my cock growing harder. As I pulled my finger out and back in, she reached down, unzipped my jeans, and took my hard cock in her hand.
Both of us were now staring at Ava, who was back on the couch, her T-shirt hiked up, her legs spread wide. She was wearing only a thong, and she was slowly pulling it aside, her hand moving between her legs.
I started to rub Chloe’s clit, and she cried out, her body shaking as she reached her first orgasm. As she came, her body went limp, and she fell to the side, panting.
“Do you like this?” I asked Ava, my eyes fixed on her. “Do you like seeing her?”
“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” she moaned, her body writhing.
“Do you want me to spread her legs for you?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she gasped, and I watched as her eyes rolled back and her own body shuddered with release.
“Come here,” I said, motioning for her. She walked over, her naked body glistening in the lamplight. She knelt on the floor behind Chloe’s ass. “Eat her out,” I commanded. Ava’s smile widened. She was excited. As she began to explore Chloe’s wet cunt with her tongue, I pulled her own shirt over her head.
I was now surrounded by two horny, naked women. I knelt down next to her, caressing her firm breasts, my mouth enclosing one nipple. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Without hesitation, I pushed her head further into Chloe’s wetness and plunged my cock into her. She was already soaked, and I thrust in and out, my hands cupping her small breasts. She moaned, her face buried between Chloe’s legs. I felt Chloe’s juices on my face. With one final thrust, I came.
“Oh God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chloe screamed, her body a blur of motion as she rode me faster and faster. One hand was thrown back, clutching at my sister Ava’s breasts, who was shivering and moaning on the floor beside us.
I was nearing my peak, the climax building with every thrust. My cock exploded inside of her, and I heard Chloe gasp as her pussy clenched around me. I gave one final, deep thrust and fell back to the floor, Chloe collapsing on top of me. I could still feel her wet warmth surrounding me, her breasts soft against my chest as she struggled to catch her breath. Beside us, I could see Ava on the floor, her legs spread, her pussy still glistening with her own juices.
“So, ladies,” I said, a wide grin plastered on my face. “What do you think of ecstasy now?”
Ava laughed, her voice a mix of awe and pleasure. “Holy shit! It’s fucking incredible!”
“I know,” I confirmed.
Chloe slowly pushed herself up, her eyes still hazy with the aftereffects of her orgasm. “I’ve never come like that in my life,” she whispered.
I chuckled, wiping a stray drop of Ava’s come off my face. “I think my sister could say the same. That was incredible, you were incredible,” I said, winking at Ava. I reached over, gently tracing the outline of her pussy lips with the back of my hand. She shivered in response. “Oh god,” she moaned. “I think I’m still all fucked up. Is that possible?”
“Oh yeah,” I laughed. “We’re not done yet. This will last for hours.”
We all smiled, falling back into a contented silence, our bodies intertwined on the floor. The night, and all of its possibilities, was just beginning.
