“Girl, put that back!” I squealed, embarrassed that Rudy and Vanessa and Claire and Cliff and Theo—oh, and Denise—could see the name of the video being waved in front of them: Big Tits 12. I could have sworn they stopped singing on the TV. What the hell was in that weed, anyway?
Paris swiftly put it back where she found it, just before Jesse returned with our drinks in his best plastic cups.
“What have the two of you been talking about?” he asked as Paris crawled back toward me.
“Fairy tales,” my sister answered. “Speaking of which, when are you going to call that friend so I can get some dick?”
He handed us our cups and a refilled bong, then picked up his cell and walked to the bedroom.
“I hope his friends are cute,” Paris said.
“They are. Especially Andre. If I wasn’t with Jesse, I’d do him myself. But if you’re really gonna do this, Paris, make sure you use a condom.” Last thing I wanted was for my sister to get pregnant—or even worse, get a disease from my boyfriend’s friend while she was visiting me.
“Oh, no doubt. No glove, no love,” she said as she sucked on the bong.
Jesse returned a few minutes later, smiling. “My friend Andre’s coming over, but he wanted to know one thing.” He turned to me. “Is she over eighteen?”
“Yeah, she’s over eighteen. Her birthday was last month,” I said, though I was starting to wish I’d never let things get this far.
“Okay, little sis. Me and London are going in the room for a while, but when Andre comes, give us a shout.” Jesse stretched out his hand for me and pulled me up.
“You gonna be all right?” I asked.
“I’m gonna be fine. Just leave the weed.”
“It’s right over there on the table.” Jesse pointed with a laugh as he guided me to the bedroom.
Jesse quickly undressed me, and we made love like two animals in heat. I was so high and drunk that I passed out as soon as it was over. I awakened some hours later to the worst hangover in my life.
I could feel Jesse’s leg next to mine. I tried to open my eyes, but the light from the TV in his room hurt my eyes so badly that I immediately closed them again. I tried sitting up, but my whole body ached, so I just lay back down. My stomach was knotted up, and it was difficult getting my body to move like I wanted it to. I had never felt like this after smoking weed. It must have been the Mad Dog.
Once I got the pounding in my head under control, I got brave and opened my eyes again. Once again, the light hurt my eyes, but I refused to turn away, especially after I heard the moans. I knew it wasn’t Jesse, because I could hear him snoring.
It took me a minute to get my bearings and realize the moaning was coming from the TV. I looked at the screen, only to see a big ass covered in a fishnet bodysuit, bouncing on an equally big dick. It was Jesse’s porn tape. Somebody had placed it in the DVD player.
I forced myself to get up and walk over to turn it off. That was when I realized Jesse and I weren’t alone in the bed. Paris was under the covers right next to him.
He wouldn’t. She wouldn’t, I thought as a horrifying possibility entered my mind. I reached down and pulled the covers off of the two of them, and had to hold back the bile that lurched up into my throat as my worst fears were realized. Tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of Jesse’s nude body next to my naked sister. A condom still covered his limp penis, and that just solidified the truth for me. I’d been using birth control pills for the last four months.
I didn’t even wake them. I just got dressed and left. The note that I left for Paris said that I would never forgive her and her ass could take a train home. Jesse’s note just said, Leave me the fuck alone.
As fate would have it, I met Harris in a Starbucks that afternoon, and he turned out to be the man of my dreams and the lawyer my father always wanted me to marry.