Kayleen, friends hot older sister

Growing up I had a massive crush on my friends older sister Kayleen. It was love at first sight, ever since I went to my friends house for the first time. I was still a freshman, while she was in her last year of high school. Barely getting back from soccer practice at the high school when I walked in, Kayleen was just standing there at the fridge, looking all sweaty and shiny with a mesh practice jersey soaked through to her sports bra and a pair of spandex shorts wedged between her cute little ass. Her high ponytail was drenched in sweat, those long brunette locks bundled tight like a paintbrush with wiry strands spilling out all over the place. She barely even gave me a second glance but I was still infatuated all the same. Ever since that day I’ve spilled gallons of cum to the petite Latina, sometimes even when we were under the same roof. The longer I knew her she had slowly evolved into a modern day hippie, obsessed with horoscopes, flower crowns, chakras and all kinds of pseudo-science bullshit. But by far the biggest tell that she’d turn into one of those rah rah “make peace not war” types was the way her affinity for weed skyrocketed.

She started hanging tapestries on her wall, buying pot-themed attire to wear out, she even bought a bong or two for use when her family was gone. One day when I was a sophomore in high school and she was in her second semester of college, I went over to the house like usual thinking my buddy was home, only to find out it was just Kayleen, alone with the house for the night. The giveaway was thick billowy smoke coming out of her bedroom window, with the music blaring louder than I'd ever heard from her before. Once inside the house I went upstairs and knocked on her door, but when I noticed she couldn’t hear me I turned the knob and stepped into her bedroom, catching her right in the middle of taking a giant bong rip.

Her eyes went wide when the door opened, catching her off guard and causing her to on the hit, coughing and hacking for a good long while, drool dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin. Each cough produced a slight jiggle, making her small tits bounce through the shirt as she tried to recover. Too high to be upset, Kayleen just laughed once her coughing attack was over, drinking some water with one hand and waving me inside with the other. “Oh my god dude I thought you were my parents or something! Hurry up, and close the door.” Sitting on top of her bed with legs crossed in nothing but a loose pink tank top and a pair of black panties, she looked like a goddess incarnate, especially in the thick weed smoke. I could tell Kayleen was really high when I joined her on the bed, extending her arms wide and coming in for a hug. Grabbing hold of me from the side, our cheeks were pressed together, the cool touch of her smooth skin feeling nice against my warm patchy face. After pulling away she grabbed my hands and locked eyes with me, the bright red corneas making her light brown eyes pop. "Keep this our little secret, and I'll let you smoke a bowl with me." she said, giggling all the way through it. Hopped up on hormones, I hastily agreed and before I knew it, Kayleen and I were going back and forth with a giant glass bong, practically making out as we left our saliva on the mouthpiece.

Since that night our bond strengthened, evolving from awkward small talk to swapping numbers and constantly texting to getting stoned together after football games. In all honesty I had grown closer with Kayleen than I was with my childhood friend! For my eighteenth birthday, we left the party early and went to our favorite smoke spot and sat under the stars. In the heat of the moment I stupidly tried to kiss her, despite knowing she was in a committed relationship. It felt amazing, to me at least, though Kayleen asked me to take her home shortly after, and we didn't talk for a few days. I'd still see her around when I went over but she completely ignored me. A week went by without a peep from the 22 year-old Latina, ignoring my calls and messages.

Even when I went over to her house, Kayleen avoided me, locking herself in her room or going out with her boyfriend. She was too scared to be around me after that stupid kiss, worried that I was going to make her pay for rejecting my advances. It kinda pissed me off too, since I'd never laid a finger on Kaylee, and I'd never wanted to hurt her. Regardless, the only men she felt safe around were her brother, her dad, and her boyfriend. Everyone else put her on high alert, even her closest friends.

I had to catch Kayleen alone to talk with her so she didn't have a way of avoiding me. My options were limited when taking her family into consideration, but there were ways around that if I chose.