I offered my little brother weed and he said no, I wish he said yes.
Posted Jul 30, 2019 23:42 by anonymous
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Honestly I'm only "confessing" this because it's kind of funny and because I know my mom would be very upset if she knew. He's cool, he's not gonna snitch.
Anyways, my brother is 18 for all you stickers out there lol so it's not like I offered a young child or 12 year old weed. My brother is really neurotic and has a lot of anxiety and it causes him so much stress. Thought maybe some sleepy purple could help him out and thought it would be fun. Trying it with me would be better vs with dumb ppl at a house party listening to trap music.
Or something like that, some not-so-ideal situation that could cause weed anxiety.
He laughed and said no :( damn. I'm not going to peer pressure him but I really wish he wanted to because he doesn't want to take anxiety meds, this could help. I at least wanted to try!
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Commented Jul 31, 2019 06:33 by Swaggs
Hi, you sound like a very caring sister, the kind every guy needs in life. You made an effort to help your brother, don't let it get you down just because he said no to your offer.
Commented Jan 26, 2022 07:09 by anonymous
My first, real weed smoke was with my hot older sister at one of our blowout booze parties at home. I was taking a break in our finished basement and she came downstairs, buzzed but not overly drunk, hugged me, we traded a few soft, repetitive lip kisses as she said wanted to make sure I was ok, loved me, knew I liked her body, etc, and wanted me to relax with her. Took out a small joint, fired it up and did a puff herself, then put it between her long, red-nailed fingers and to my mouth, telling me just do one, hold it in, and let it out. It would help me relax tonight, she knew it was crazy upstairs and outside (and it was). I did as she said, and didn't feel much of anything. We sat on the couch, her legs over mine, and puffed away until the short joint was pretty much gone. By that time, yes, I was feeling it and so was she, we were joking with each other, getting hands-on, trading a few more repetitive lip kisses, and getting into it. She said she should check what's going on upstairs, but in my enjoyment, I remember telling her "Get back here". She was only gone a few minutes, and came back with another joint, this one bigger, and told me this one was ours, from her bedroom. She kept them in a painted jar on her very cluttered bookshelf. We finished off that joint, too, and had a great night together. We still talk and joke about it.
Commented Jan 26, 2022 07:18 by anonymous
Perhaps he'll take something else. You a guy?