I think you're beautiful. If you weren't my sister I'd be trying to get in the panties you aren't wearing too. But I really do think you're sexy too."...ow who would think that saying something like that to your sister would turn her on?But it did.She stared up at me, her hair half braided and said "If I wanted to give you a blow job ... would you let me?"About ten million things flashed through my mind. Right, wrong, good, bad, what if someone finds out, all kinds of things. What came out of my. Had it not been for most likely the ammonia in her pee stream, then she might have never seen through the drug-infused hallucination that had created beauty from a nightmare.Even as she ran on, with tears in her eyes at the futility of her plight, she could see the purple vapours rising from the ground. The jungle was home to whatever foul brew was escaping the ground, and she could feel the drug in her system once again working its strange magic on her senses.The trees were growing, morphing. "Wow, this is pretty potent." I commented, feeling a little warm.I had never had much of a tolerance for alcohol. "Oh, yes, but it's the holidays! You need to have a little fun!" said Jean, putting her hand on my shoulder. She seemed a little tipsy, having downed a couple of shots herself. Her eyes were a little red, and her face was flushed."Sure, I guess so." I gulped down the rest of my drink, and grabbed a beer from someone that was passing by. After I finished it, I was feeling pretty. “Well, I saw Garrett over Spring Break. It happened again.” I took Jay in my arms and just held him. “It doesn’t matter, Jay. Nothing you do will matter to how I feel about you. Do you want to talk about it now?” Jay told us the story. Garrett had gone to a state university and was home at the same time Jay was. Over the weekend, Garrett’s parents were out of town and he invited Jay over for a few beers. They sat bullshitting and drinking beer, and then Garrett suggested a game of pool. They’d.