[Tree Hugger/Anon] 420


                                            >>Big sister Tree Hugger gets "real clingy" when she's blazed.


                                            >Be Anonymous playing vidya in your room.

                                            >Some For Honor.

                                            >Going Deus Vult, of course.

                                            >BUT...

                                            >"Aanon, bro, like, play that game... you know? Like, that game with the piñatas."

                                            >Fucking hell, your sister's been toking again.

                                            >She lets herself into your room, bringing with her the smell of woodstock, and plops down on the beanbag.

                                            >She's wearing nothing but a large shirt and her head cloth.

                                            >Her eyes are lidded and red.

                                            >"Maan, what is that? Like, what's with all the violence? Knights, Vikings, Samurai... like, maan they all need to chill out..."

                                            >You roll your eyes as you parry an overhead strike and proceed to visit upon the weeb the wrath of God.

                                            "... Like, peace and love, forget securing a future, lets all just sit around, smoking the dank shit and talking it out..."

                                            >You were being sarcastic.

                                            >"Right on, lil' bro, right on."

                                            >It went right past her head.

                                            >Not even a minute later she's already talking again.

                                            >"When did you, like, start playing all these violent games, man? Like, don't get me wrong, it looks and sounds pretty rad, but, maan, whatever happened to the times when we, like, played Crash Bandicoot?"

                                            >She leans forward.

                                            >"Duude, lets play that."

                                            >What?

                                            >Is she gonna make you break out the old PSOne for t- of course she will.

                                            >Of course you can't really fight it, it's pretty great to see that goofy smile of hers.

                                            "Tell you what, you let me finish this game and then I'll bust out the old fun machine, we'll have ourselves a Crash marathon."

                                            >Her reddened eyes go wide.

                                            >As wide as being half lidded can be considered wide.

                                            >"Righteous, like, I'mma go get some snacks, gotta get ready."

                                            >She rolls off of the beanbag with a giggle, before actually standing up like she was supposed to in the first place.

                                            >The match wraps up around the time she leaves, so you get to work pulling out the well maintained grey console and setting it all up.


                                            >Shame you don't have a CTR TV anymore, shit's gonna look blurry as fuck.

                                            >You take out the old official disk holder and pop in the first game.

                                            >Tree Hugger returns, practically juggling the entire pantry.

                                            >There's bags of chips, some pastries, twinkies and the like, a box of cereal along with cookies.

                                            >Then there's the soda...

                                            >She plops back down on the beanbag and sets everything down.

                                            >"Start it, bro, I call, like, dibs on the first level."

                                            https://youtu.be/LcMxNjrXfv0

                                            >She pulls out a bong from the assorted mess of a corner store shelve that is that pile of food and lights it up.

                                            >"Wanna, like, take a puff, lil' bro?"

                                            "No thanks."

                                            >She nods sagely.

                                            >"All good man, like, you do me and I'll do you."

                                            >What?

                                            "Isn't the saying "You do you, I'll do me"?"

                                            >She mulls it over, before laughing.

                                            >"Dude, that's, like, self love right?"

                                            >Dude, weed lmao XD [spoiler]Kill me[/spoiler]

                                            >You just pass her the controller.

                                            >

                                            >A couple of hours pass by.

                                            >Your sister lazily makes her way through her levels, enjoying the colorfulness and jamming to the soundtrack, while the completionist in you makes sure you complete your levels as best as you can.

                                            >You forgot how hard this game could be...

                                            >The two of you share the snacks and talk in between levels.

                                            >"You thirsty?" Your sister holds out the two litter soda bottle, a noticeable dent in it's contents already visible.

                                            >Does she want you to drink straight from the bottle?

                                            "I don't know if I should, who knows where your mouth has been."

                                            >"Maan, why do you have to go there? Like, free love and everything, but your sister cares about her health, man."

                                            >Huh huh, forgive the skepticism towards the walking 60s hippie stereotype, not to mention that while you might be inclined to trust your sister, you don't trust her stoner friends.

                                            >Passing that blunt between chicks that might be loose enough to put out to their dealer for free weed can only end badly.


                                            >Shit, things are getting awkward.

                                            >You take the bottle while your sister grins.

                                            "I swear, if I get herpes from this..."

                                            >"Pfft, like, screw you too, man."

                                            >Once the first game is done, you waste no time popping in the second.

                                            https://youtu.be/22Bz1d5h7uM

                                            >"Duude, I forgot there were jetpacks in this one! Like, dibs on those!"

                                            >You two play rock paper scissors for who gets to play the first level.

                                            >You lose.

                                            "Hey, don't forget to not break any crates."

                                            >She looks at you like you grew a second head.

                                            >"Watchu talking about Anon?"

                                            >Oh right, she doesn't know.

                                            "Just do it."

                                            >"Alright, alright."

                                            >You watch as she sticks her tongue out and skips the entire level.

                                            >Come the end...

                                            >"Duuude, is- is that a blue gem? Duuuude! Secret gem on the first level for, like, not breaking any boxes... the world is such a righteous place."

                                            >Now kill yourself and do the level normally.

                                            >Crash 2 is your jam, you still know all the secrets.

                                            >

                                            >https://youtu.be/n-go-duXKm4

                                            >"Aah, that red gem was always so uncool, like, it's just there taunting us, ma- ho-ly crap, that's a high jump..."

                                            >Come on...

                                            >This is a tricky one, give it to daddy...

                                            >You do the dash jump + Belly flop combo under the red gem a couple of times, the secret is in the position and direction of the flop.

                                            >"Duuuude! You got it! Like, duuude!"

                                            >She looks like you've just rocked her world and blew her mind.

                                            >The rest of the game goes the same as the previous: Tree Hugger, breezes through her levels, while you complete yours while enjoying her bouts of "dude" when you show her how to get certain gems.

                                            >After a couple of more hours, the snacks are gone and the game is finished.

                                            >You let the credits play out while you stretch on your bed.

                                            >Well, this was a way to spend a Saturday afternoon you guess.

                                            >Tree Hugger yawns from her spot on the deflated beanbag, but she seems pretty content.

                                            "I can keep going way into the night if you want to finish up the trilogy."

                                            >"Nah, man, I've had my fill of radical marsupials."


                                            >"Say, Anon, you don't, like, have a girlfriend do you?"

                                            >You sit back up on the edge of your bed.

                                            >This is a weird line of questioning all of a sudden.

                                            "What gave it away, the fact I'm spending my weekends in my room?"

                                            >"Dude, chill... was just asking, man, there's no need to be, like, sending out those bad vibes."

                                            "Don't see why that concerns you."

                                            >She rolls off the beanbag again, but this time doesn't get up.

                                            >"It kinda does."

                                            >What?

                                            >With her eyes still lidded and with a smile, she crawls up to you.

                                            >She places herself between your legs.

                                            "What... uh... what are you doing?"

                                            >She gives you an endearing smile from her position on the floor.

                                            >"Ever wondered what it would be like to have, like, a girlfriend?"

                                            >You don't see why this would matter, you have your 2D waifu in your heart.

                                            >You stiffen as she runs a hand through your thigh.

                                            >You look down to see your stoner big sister giving you a sultry look behind those lidded eyes.

                                            >Boner, what the fuck!?

                                            >You try to get yourself under control.

                                            "Tree, you're high as a kite, go sober up."

                                            >She chuckles.

                                            >"My high peaked hours ago."

                                            "Then why are you tugging at my pant leg?"

                                            >"Well, today was a good day, like, it's been so long since I hung out with my favorite bro, man. Eh, "broman", that's you. And like, why not treat him to something nice?"

                                            >You try to ride up the bed and keep your distance.

                                            >Whether because you are disgusted, or so aroused that you're scared you might do something regrettable, you don't know.

                                            >She props herself up and rubs your raging semi through your pants.

                                            >Oh God Boner, why!?

                                            "C-Can you hear yourself? I'm your b-brother."

                                            >"It's true, but like, who cares man? Just because we're related we can't, like, love? That's not righteous."

                                            "There's sibling love and then there's... this!"

                                            >"Love is love, man, as long as we aren't hurting anybody, why shouldn't we, like, be allowed to express it?"

                                            >Wait, we?

                                            >"I've felt you sending me some vibes, man, some not so brotherly vibes."


                                            >Well yeah, your sister is pretty damn hot for a stoner, she has that free spirited, mother earthly thing going on, but you're past that.

                                            "That was a few years ago, in my defense I'd have fucked anything with or without a hole."

                                            >Hormones hit you hard.

                                            >"Hmm-hmm, and like, you didn't happen to steal some glances, wondering if I was wearing panties under this shirt, right?"

                                            >...

                                            >She leans in and cups her mouth with a hand.

                                            >"I'm not wearing any."

                                            >She sits on her butt, her legs tucked to her sides.

                                            >She grabs the hem of the shirt and lifts it up, exposing her soft belly and-

                                            >Her red bush.

                                            >"See?"

                                            >Dick status: MUH

                                            >"Oh, I got you all stressed out, huh? Like, why don't I help you with that?"

                                            >At this point, you don't care.

                                            >Your brain is running with whatever Tree Hugger said.

                                            >Something about peace and love?

                                            >Some hippie crap.

                                            >You scooch closer to the edge of your bed.

                                            >She closes the gap and playfully undoes the button on your pants and unzips them.

                                            >There's a kind of seriousness hidden behind that smile as she tugs your pants and underwear down to free your stifled erection.

                                            >"Whoaa, dude, you're, like, really pent up."

                                            >She wraps her hand around your shaft and gives a few slow pumps.

                                            >Your breath catches.

                                            >You're really doing this...

                                            >S-Shit, good thing your parents are out for the weekend...

                                            >Your cock achieves full mast.

                                            >...

                                            >You reach for the remote and turn off the tv.

                                            >You don't want Josh Mancell doing the background music... God that would be horrible...

                                            >Tree Hugger leans in closer, practically burying her face in your junk.

                                            >You feel her warm wet tongue licking the base of your cock.

                                            >She climbs up the shaft, her lidded eyes locked onto yours.

                                            >She playfully blows air onto the head, giving it a light kiss, her moist lips trailing the bit of pre that was gathering on it.

                                            >Then she does it, she wraps her mouth around your cock with a "hmph~".

                                            "F-Fuck..."


                                            >You feel her tongue still licking you inside the wet confines of her warm mouth, while she fondles your balls.

                                            >You roll your head back at the pleasure she's giving you.

                                            >Soon the quiet room is filled with the lewd wet sounds of your moaning sister sucking you off earnestly.

                                            >She often lets go of your cock with a wet pop, to ask you how she's doing, which seems redundant when you can barely form a coherent thought that doesn't involve your dick being back in her mouth.

                                            >At a certain point, one of her hands left you.

                                            >Trailing down her stomach and finding it's way onto her pussy.

                                            >"Ahn~, f-far out... like, I've been meaning to just let go and... just, like, let love run its course..."

                                            >With a hand down between her legs, she starts taking your length deeper!

                                            >You bite your lip.

                                            >Your hips start moving deliberately.

                                            >She gags for a moment, but finds her stride, she leans forward on her hand and lets you use her mouth as you desire, all the while, still fingering herself.

                                            "Shitshitshit..."

                                            >You're getting close...

                                            >Your sister tries to say something through her mouthful of dick, but you can't understand it.

                                            >In fact, the vibrations only serve to bring you closer to the edge!

                                            >You hope she was trying to say "like, blow your load inside my mouth, anon." because that's what you're about to do!

                                            >You pull her dreadlocked head towards you as you thrust as far as you can.

                                            >You lose your sense of self for a split second.

                                            >Tree Hugger, proves to be a master of her gag reflex as she takes your entire shaft, her lidded eyes never leaving your face as cum gets directly sent down her throat with every twitch.

                                            >Soon enough she pulls out.

                                            >Too soon.

                                            >Your dick spurts some spunk on her cheek as she swallows, before it slowly deflates.

                                            >"Dude... Like, a little warning next time?"

                                            >You're completely dazed, but not enough that you didn't pick up on that last line.


                                            "Next time?"

                                            >"Why not?" she's still licking you, cleaning you completely with her tongue while she speaks. "Didn't you... like, like it?... I love you, lil' bro... I wanna be with you, man... like this."

                                            "We're family, isn't that wrong?"

                                            >"That's, like, your opinion man." She wipes the wayward cum from her face with her shirt. "But, I'm not gonna force you... if you, like, feel lonely or in need of some good vibes, like, just say so."

                                            >She gets up from her knees, she gives you a peck on the cheek before stepping back.

                                            >"Who cares what others think, man? Like, embrace the love, that's how you find the rainbow connection..."

                                            "You crazy stoner..."

                                            >She yawns and gives you a lidded goofy smile, the kind of smile you wouldn't expect from someone who just deep-throated somebody.

                                            >"Enabler."

                                            >She leaves you to your own devices, probably to go sleep or something.

                                            >You just lean forward and press your hands onto your face.

                                            >Free love...

                                            >Like incest wouldn't still be illegal.

                                            >Then again, she isn't really an upstanding citizen... while possession and recreational use of marijuana isn't really top tier crime, it still is.

                                            >You look down and notice a small clear puddle on the floor...

                                            >You also notice the pile of garbage she left around the beanbag...

                                            >God fucking damn it.


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