Addiction Affliction (closed)

How hard could it be? You take the stick and hit the white ball which hits another ball. No biggie.

Well it was a biggie. Huge, actually. I acted cocky at first, taking the chalk to the tip of my pool stick like I'd seen so many people do. I blew the excess powder off of the tip. I bent over the table, shaking my ass as I "lined up" my shot. I hit the white ball... And it bounced up in the air! "Argh! What the hell!" I bent back over the table, trying harder this time. I hit the white ball, but it grazed the side of the other ball I was aiming at and bounced off of the side.

"I suck!" I pouted to Tommy. "Ok, please give me a few pointers before I really embarrass myself!"
 
I just smirked as I stood there watching her try to shoot pool.

This was going to be entirely too easy.

I sniffed again as I walked over to her. "Sure thing," I said. "It's a simple thing, really," and took the stick from her. I bent over and lined up a shot, and with a single, sure stroke sent the nine ball straight away into a corner pocket. "Here." I handed her the stick back.

"Now, the easiest way is probably to rest the stick between your knuckles, like this." I got right behind her and put my arms around her, one hand on her hand on the end of the stick, and the other guiding her on where to place her hand on the rail to guide the shot.

My crotch was nestled right against her ass. Her swimsuit was still wet from the pool.

"You know, as much as I hate to tell a smokin hot babe to put on more clothes, you might be more comfortable in a dry outfit," I suggested. "Go change, and then we'll smoke a bowl and play," I said with a wink, and gave her ass a firm smack before stepping away from her.
 
The pool lesson went well. I was desperate to learn, the next line of coke being the driving force. I was still bent over the table, trying to line up a shot when Tommy smacked my ass and suggested changing clothes. "Yeow-ch! Damn T!" I protested, rubbing my ass where he hit me. That had to leave a hand print!

But that was forgotten quickly at the mention of smoking a bowl. I tried to ignore that he called me a smokin hot babe. Even though my pussy got slightly wet at the mention of it.

I made my way towards the stairs, but wondered if I had some clean clothes in the laundry room? I glanced inside, and saw there was a basket full of my clean whites. I went inside and stripped off my wet bikini, hanging it over a drying rack in case we decided to go back outside later. I bent over, digging through the basket until I found my favorite white cotton V neck spaghetti strap summer dress. It fit me snugly at the top, and flared out slightly at the waist. It always made me feel reall girlie and sexy. I slipped it over my head, pulling it down over my ass. I hurried back out to the rec room, excited to smoke that bowl! In my haste, I forgot to put on panties. Oh well. I can always go get some later.

I walked back over to the bar and noticed my brother still had only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey, maybe you should put on some shorts? I mean I hate telling a sexy dude to get dressed, but you are my brother, after all," I teased him.
 
I sat down at the bar and started loading up the hashpipe with weed, and couldn't help but glance in Jenna's direction as she went into the laundry room.

In her haste, she forgot to shut the door, and I have to say the show was quite nice! Her naked body was that of a young, nubile goddess; perfectly round, pert ass, luscious tits... I couldn't tear my eyes away! I finally did when she pulled her dress on. It looked something like this:

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I finished filling the bowl and sparked it up when she walked back out, hopefully unawares I had been watching her. She suggested I get some shorts on myself, and I chuckled, as I had completely forgotten I was still wearing just a towel!

I handed her the bowl. "Just finish it," I told her with a wink as I headed for the laundry room.

I didn't bother closing the door either. I whipped the towel off, found a fresh clean pair of mesh gym shorts and a wifebeater, and put them on and headed back out to her. I racked up all the billiards balls on the pool table and wet back to the bar, and started raking out several little bump lines of coke.

"Here's the deal. Whenever you sink a ball, you get a little bump and I have to do a shot. And vice versa," I said, as I started mixing up a large, fresh batch of soco n lime. "And the winner gets a big fat line."
 
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I took two big, long hits on the pipe, cashing it out quickly. The high was instant, and very relaxing. I didn't realize how hyped up I had been on the coke. I set the pipe back on the bar, eyeing the coke. I peeked around the corner, only to get a shot of Tommy's bare ass as he stepped into a pair of shorts. Damn. He would be out in seconds.

Oh well. I just need to win and I can have some more. He came up to the bar then, explaining the rules of our game. Well, at least I could still drink shots even if I can't snort the coke!

I walked over to the pool table, grabbing my stick. "Better look out, T," I challenged him. "I may have beginners luck." with that I broke, not doing too bad actually, but no balls went into the pockets. "Show me what you got, hot stuff," I told him, leaning back against the bar to watch him.
 
When she made a decent break, I began to get a little worried! She had a natural shot, so maybe she would give me a run for the money. I wondered if I might have shot myself in the foot by not getting to shoot again after sinking a ball. Oh well. I'd make the best of it.

I took the stick and walked around the table, sizing up my options. Finally, I settled on a striped ball, bent over with my ass facing my sister at the bar, and sunk it straight away.

"All right, that makes me stripes!" I said. "Drink up bitch!" I gleefully headed for the coke and took a bump right up my nose!
 
So he got the first ball in. Whoopee. I took my shot like a champ, turning the shot glass over on the bar. "Dont get so cocky, brother," I flipped my pigtail over my shoulder at him as I approached the table. Hmm. So that means I'm solids. That looks good. Ok, here I go!

I bent over the table, directly across from where tommy was standing. The V neck of my dress opened up exposing the fact that I wasnt wearing a bra. I took my time, moving the stick back and forth between my fingers like I saw him do. Then I took my shot.

Bam! The ball went in! "Ha ha!" I exclaimed, jumping for joy and flying around to the bar to do my line. Damn that felt great! "Now you drink up, bitch!" I mocked him, sticking my tongue out at him for good measure.
 
Now that was a lovely view of her tits! I just stood there and enjoyed the scenery as she took her sweet time with her shot, and then sunk it. "Damn," I muttered, watching her do her little happy dance and snort her bump of coke. I took my shot and sat back.

"Still your turn," I said, tapping my foot on the barstool, eager to get my next bump!
 
"I thought we each took a shot then switched?" I asked him. He explained that he was giving me a handicap as he would only take one shot then it would be my turn regardless of whether he made the shot or not. If I got the ball in, I would be allowed to hit again, but once I miss it's his turn again. "Ok, I see. You may end up regretting that, T," I taunted him, circling the table looking for my next move.

I found it. I bent over in front of Tommy, my dress riding up my thighs to just under my bare ass. I would bet he was looking at my ass. Maybe I could sneak my ball in the pocket...

No. That's not fair. I took my shot and missed, but just barely. "Ugh!" I set the pool stick down and hopped up onto a bar stool right next to my brother. Right in front of me were the small lines of coke. I just had to lean down... No. I could be a good sport. Tommy lined up his next shot, his ass towards me again, I raised my arm and smacked him as hard as I could on his ass right as he took his shot, causing him to miss! "Ha Ha!" I roared with laughter. "Sorry I just couldn't help myself! It was practically begging to get spanked!"
 
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Boy that was a nice view of her butt! That dress was pretty small, and it fit her great. I was feeling quite buzzed now, the coke and the shot having charged me up pretty good. As she took her shot, I leaned back a bit, just enough to take in an eyeful of her bare ass.

God it was wrong but I had to make her mine! She missed her shot, which left the game tied, and I lined up my next shot. Just as I was shooting, she smacked my ass and my ball went flying wildly, missing by quite a bit.

I turned and glared at her, but with a devious smirk on my face.

"So it's like that, huh?" I said, eyeing her.

I handed her the pool stick and then grabbed another off the wall and started chalking it up, keeping my eyes on her sexy body as she walked around the table. I was standing behind her when she finally found her shot. She bent over to take it, and as she pulled back to shoot, I raised the butt of my stick up between her legs and rubbed it on her bare pussy!
 
I knew I was gonna get it. But I didn't expect what he did then.

The weed, coke and alcohol all combined left me feeling sufficiently high, amped up, tingly, and tipsy. It was a rush. I found what I thought was a shot I could actually make, so as I was focused on that, I didn't notice Tommy sneak up behind me.

I bent over the table, lining up the shot. I pulled my arm back, about to shoot, when I felt something hard rubbing on my pussy.

I gasped, and froze. Of course I was already wet from the weed, so the hardness slid across my pussy lips easily, reaching my clit. Instinctively my body reacted, my back arching, pushing my butt higher in the air. The hard intruder made its way back and forth against me a few times, getting slicked with my juices before I finally collected myself.

"Tommy! Stop it!" I yelled at him. I turned around to see his smirking face and pushed him as hard as I could! He was holding a pool stick, the end shiny from my arousal. "it's still my turn. Now you are gonna get it." I bent back over and took aim, and sunk my ball! "Drink up, sucker!" I cheered, rushin over to the bar to snort my line. I stuck my tongue out at him as he took his shot, and I marched back over to the pool table, sufficiently rushing from the bump of coke.
 
I had to laugh at her sudden outburst, and the way she pushed me. "Hey, you started it, Queen Tramp," I teased. The little slut seemed to enjoy having that stick rubbing her pussy more than she let on! I turned on the stereo so we could have more music, and then she sunk her next ball, putting her in the lead.

Dammit. I went over and took my shot and watched her do her bump, and then leaned back on the bar as she sauntered back to the table to take her next shot.

"Beginner's luck, that's all. It won't last," I said, hoping she would miss. I was already ready for my next bump of coke! I set about refilling the hashpipe with weed instea, and took a hit as she lined up her shot. I made sure to blow the cloud of smoke right into her area.
 
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I was beginning to get cocky now. "Ha! We'll see about that, bro. Just watch my next line of coke, will ya? Keep it company, cuz I'll be right there!" I danced around the table, and decided on a trickier shot. I'll show him.

I bent over the table directly across from him, lining up my shot. I could feel my pussy juices from moments before trickling down onto my inner thigh. I groaned. Just before I took my shot, I looked up and winked at my brother, as he took a big hit off of the pipe, blowing the smoke at me. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell. I then pulled back, and watched the ball head towards the side pocket.

And miss.

"Argh!! Fuck!" I slammed my stick down and walked over to Tommy, holding my hand out for the pipe. "Please?" I pouted, sticking my lower lip out as far as it would go.
 
I took another hit off the pipe before handing it over to my sister. I smirked at her and got up to take my shot, which I easily sank. "Ha! Drink up bitch!" I said and happily snorted my bump of coke.

The game, however, did not proceed in my favor. My handicap really hurt me as I couldn't keep shootin after sinking a ball. I still had three balls on the table when Jenna lined up to shoot the eight-ball. I had a big fat line already raked out for her, not that she needed it! The seven little bumps she'd had, and the shots and weed, had her bouncing around in a most wonderful way. All the shots of soco lime I'd done had me pretty tipsy as well!
 
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"Aww yeah! Who's the Pool Queen now?" I teased him, chalking up my stick and blowing the excess off the tip. The coke had my blood pumping through my veins, amping me up to the highest of highs I had experienced thus far. I circled the table as if it were my prey, eyeing every possible outcome of my shot. I was so focused on the table I didn't watch where I was walking and tripped right over Tommy's foot, falling onto the floor!

I fell forward onto my hands and knees, my stick flying into the wall as I let go of it to catch myself. My dress flew up in the air, exposing my bare ass and wet, bare pussy to my brother as I scrambled to get up.

"Ok, that was embarrassing!" I said, trying to laugh it off. My knees were sore, as they took the brunt of my landing. I shook myself off, retreived my stick and bent over the table, hopefully to win this game with one last shot.

And I did! "Ha ha ha!" I ran up to Tommy, laughing in his face as I danced all around him. I approached the bar, where my huge line was waiting for my hungry nose to snort it up. "Come to mama!" I said, bending down to snort the largest line of my life.
 
I couldn't help but enjoy the view when she fell over, her ass and cunt momentarily exposed to me. My cock throbbed in need in my shorts, and I did my best to keep it in check.

She won! Dammit! I just rolled my eyes as she danced around, gloating in front of me. I watched her take her line; it her took two tries to get all of it, but she was definitely greedy for it.

"Okay, I want a rematch. That was beginner's luck. No more of that little handicap bullshit. This is a fair game this time. Same as before with the bumps and shots and the fat line for the winner. And... the loser has to clean the winner's room! Deal?"

I knew I could take her down in a fair game. I eyed her up and down, hoping she'd agree. My room was a mess!
 
Whew that line took me two tries, and I felt it so much stronger than before. I stood still, letting all the sensations course through my body. I looked at Tommy as he demanded a rematch, and explaining the stakes. I needed a minute.

"Okay, you're on. But you better be prepared for me to win again. Don't be a sore loser. Hey I'm gonna run upstairs for a sec, k?" with that I dashed up the stairs, then up the stairs to my bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face, and drank some of it while the faucet was still running. My heart was pumping hard and fast. I felt fantastic! And incredibly fucked up.

I made my way down the hall and peeked into Tommy's room, just to see what I was up against if I lost, which I was about 75% sure of. It was trashed. Great.

I ran down the steps into the kitchen then back downstairs to the rec room and Tommy. "All right. I'm ready now. Who gets to break?"
 
When Jenna ran upstairs, I cut out a fat line of coke for myself and quickly snorted it and washed it down with a fresh shot of soco n lime. Whew! That was good shit. I was good and spun now! I had just finished re-racking the balls when Jenna came back downstairs.

"You won, you break," I said, setting the cue ball down on the table for her. I watched her hungrily as she lined up her shot, her luscious tits nearly spilling out of the low-cut dress she was wearing. She was a bit wobbly on her feet; I could tell she was fucked up. If I could just get a few more shots in her, he would hardly be able to shoot straight!

I cracked open a beer and lit a cigarette. Our parents smoked down here, so it didn't make much of a difference if I did.
 
I grabbed my pool stick and sauntered over to the pool table, attempting to appear as sober and confident as possible. Of which I felt neither. I bent over, wiggling my ass as I broke. It kind of sucked, but I sunk a striped ball.

"How about that. We have opposites," I laughed as if that was the most hysterical thing I've ever said. I turned to look at my brother, who was smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. "Hey! Can I have a beer too? When did you start smoking? Can I try it?" I was shooting questions out rapid fire as I stumbled toward him, adjusting the top of my dress so my tits wouldn't pop out, as they had almost done so as I was breaking.

I leaned against a bar stool, eyeing Tommy, waiting for him to answer my questions. I held out my hand, hoping he would place the cigarette in it.
 
"Yeah, sure," I said, walking around to the other side of the bar. I pulled a beer out of a cooler for her and opened it. "Drink up," I said with a wink. "Don't forget your bump," I said, throwing back a shot of soco. Whew! I was getting drunk! Fuck! Keep it under control, T!

I watched her do her little line and then I took a cigarette and pressed the butt down into the coke, coating it with a thin layer of the powdered goodness, and handed it to her. I pulled out my lighter and sparked it, holding the flame up for her to light her cigarette.

"Started smoking a few months ago," I explained.
 
"Really? I guess I don't know much about you huh?" I put the cigarette in my mouth, inhaling as he lit it. I took a small hit, expecting it to be like the weed. It tasted like shit, but it felt good to inhale it.

I took another small drag (as I was explained that it was not a hit like weed) and then set it down in the ash tray. I did my bump from sinking my ball, took a drink of my beer and went back to the table. I lined up my next shot and missed. Man I was getting wasted. That was nowhere close to the pocket. I was probably so screwed now that it was Tommy's turn and the handicap was gone.

I sat back down at the bar, taking my cigarette and looking it over before I ashed it and took another drag. Smoking and drinking together turned out to be very tasty. all of these bad habits... Oh well. At least I was with my brother and not some random guy. It could be much, much worse!
 
I watched those pouty lips close around the cigarette and inhale, and I couldn't wait for her to pass out so I could put my cock in that mouth again! Then she licked her lips at the taste of the coke, and my cock throbbed in my shorts.

I had a great run next. Sank four balls in a row, taking my bumps of coke all at once after I missed. "Drink up!" I said, watching as Jenna downed shot after shot. She was getting more and more wobbly on the barstool.

She missed her next shot, and then I sank two more. I watched her getting more and more drunk. On her next shot she managed to sink a ball; it was slop but I gave it to her anyway, mostly because I was ready for my own shot! She missed then, and it was my turn.

Sunk the last ball, and then drove the eight-ball home!

"Ha!" I said, dashing to the bar to cut out my next fat line. "Have fun cleaning my room, bitch!"
 
Oh boy I was fucked. Just as I took my first shot he had sunk two more balls then his fourth. I took my four shots before going back to the table to attempt to even hold the pool stick much less use it. I missed of course, and made my way back to the bar, leaning against it. I was desperate for a bump of coke. Surely that would help wake me up!

Luckily I finally got my chance, after I had to take two more shots. I got a ball in, even though I mostly pushed it in with my stick. Tommy gave it to me, however. I snorted my bump, and prayed it would liven me up. I jumped up and down. I knew I was done for. This game was over.

Sure enough, Tommy won. I let him rub it in my face, trying to keep my eyes focused on him. I watched him cut his line. Okay. Time to try new tactics.

"Okay, you won," I slurred. "So how about this. Let me do some coke, please. I'm so fucking drunk and I want a rematch and there's no way I can function unless I do. If you beat me this time... Well I'll do whatever you want. I just know I can do better than that crap I just did." I eyed my brother as he contemplated my offer.
 
I smirked as she begged me for a rematch and more coke. I had her right where I wanted her.

"Hmm, I don't know," I said, looking at the pile of blow on the bar. I thoroughly enjoyed the way she squirmed needily next to me. I looked over at her, glancing down her abundant cleavage.

"Fine, but here's the deal," I said. "No more soco this game, since you're drunk enough. You still get a little bump for sinking a ball. The winner gets a big fat line, and also gets the loser, as their slave, for a week."

I watched her wheels turn with a smirk. "C'mon, what are ya, chicken?" I teased her. I cut out a couple fat lines for us to start the game with. "You can have this line if you play," I said, sweetening the pot.
 
Slave for a week? Oh man. That's high stakes! Well how much worse could it get after already having to clean his room anyway? "Okay, you're on. But this time I'm not going so easy on you!" I leaned down and snorted my line as quick as I could, sighing in pleasure as the rush took over my body. Yes this is helping!

I took another drink of my beer. "So slave for a week huh? What all will that entail?" I watched him rack the balls, getting ready to break. I was feeling the addictive spin of the coke in my bloodstream. I had to sink a ball, and fast. I need more!

"Hey can we smoke another bowl too? I don't wanna get too sober," I smiled, winking at my brother.
 
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