Adult Needs, Part 3

ADULT NEEDS
By slimv

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			Chapter 3:  One Week Later
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Randy rushed through the front door.  He was late and he knew there would be
hell to pay for making Ashley wait on him.  He found her in the kitchen
sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and having a cup of coffee with
their mom.

"Sorry Ashley, I didn't mean to be late."

Ashley took a pull from her cigarette and exchanged looks with her mom.
"That's just like you.  You're so irresponsible Randy.  I told you yesterday
that I was meeting my friends at the mall today.  You're fifteen minutes
late."

"I'm sorry Ashley.  Really.  I am.  It won't happen again."

"You bet it won't," said Ashley as she exhaled a lungful of smoke.  "You can
go to bed at 8:00 tonight and maybe that will help you remember the next
time."

"Come on Ashley.  Don't do that.  It's Friday night.  I'm supposed to go out
with Jenny tonight."

Ashley crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.  "Don't back
talk me or you'll spend tomorrow in your room."

"OK," said Randy.  "I'm sorry."

Ashley grabbed her purse from the table and kissed her mom goodbye.  "I'll
see you when you I get back."

"Have a good time Honey," she said as she watched them head out the door.

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Ashley climbed into the front seat beside her brother.  Technically she
should have taken the back seat because of her age.  But her age wasn't an
issue any more. 

Randy started up the car and put it in reverse as Ashley took a pack of
Benson & Hedges from her purse.  He couldn't help but notice how large the
white cigarette looked in contrast to her small fingers.  

She placed the cigarette between her lips as casually as their mother would
have and lit it just as expertly with the same confidence.  She'd become a
pushy little bitch since their parents had given her permission to smoke but
had had to admit he was in awe of her.  He'd tried it once- a couple years
ago and had gagged on his first and only puff.  But it left him with the
greatest respect for smokers.  

It had been difficult when his father first told him about Ashley.  The news
hit him hard and seemed so unbelievable, but the look on his father's face
told him it wasn't a joke.

He was jealous and incensed the first time he saw her smoking.  It was
ludicrous for his parents to expect him to roll over and allow his little
sister to surpass him in the pecking order.  But he soon saw what they saw.
Ashley wasn't a kid any more.  Her smoking proved that.  She was a grown-up
now and he fell in line behind her.

"Dad said you're smoking two packs a day now.  Are you?"

Ashley exhaled and looked understandingly at her brother.  "I am Randy.  But
it's nothing to proud of.  I smoke because I have to, not because I want to."

"I know that," said Randy.  "I'm not stupid.  I know you're addicted.  It's
just that I guess I'm kind of curious about it."

"Go ahead," said Ashley.  "Ask me any thing."

"OK," said Randy.  "Do you enjoy it?"

Ashley put on a thoughtful face as she considered the best way to answer her
brother's question.  "I won't lie to you.  I do enjoy it.  But it's scary at
the same time, because I know it's going to kill me some day.  It's weird
having to do something but its kind of cool at the same time, because I know
I don't have a choice any more.  At least that's what mom says and she would
know.  She says that since we have to smoke we might as well enjoy it not
worry about it, cause whatever is going to happen to us is going to happen.
Does that make sense?"

"Kind of," said Randy.  

Ashley put her cigarette out in the car's overflowing ashtray.  "You really
should get this ashtray cleaned.  Do you think you can do it by the time you
pick you pick me up?"

"Sure," said Randy.  "I'm sorry about that.  I should have cleaned it
yesterday.  But I did get the ashtray in your room this morning.  I used
Windex and got it all sparkly."

"I saw that.  Thanks."

"No problem," said Randy.  

She could see he was pleased because she was pleased and the thought struck
her.  "Hey, how would you like to light my cigarette?"

"Really.  Can I?"

"Sure, pull over though.  I don't want us having a wreck."

Randy pulled into a grocery store parking lot and put the car in park.
Ashley already had a Benson & Hedges in hand as she gave him her lighter.

"Have you ever lit a woman's cigarette before," she asked?

"No, but I've watched Dad when he lights up and you mom.  I can do it."

Ashley held the long white cigarette to her lips and leaned in as her brother
lit the lighter and held the flame.  His hand shook and she had to steady it
with her own as she touched the tip of her cigarette to the flame."

Randy watched as her his sister's cheeks tightened.  When the cigarette was
lit, she inhaled and blew a gentle stream of smoke into his face just like
she did to their dad when he lit her.

"Thank you," she said.  "You're very sweet."  

Randy shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"What's that," she asked, pointing toward to the bulge in his jeans.

"It's nothing," said Randy.  "Don't look."

"Don't tell me not to look.  What is it?  I want to know."

"It's my penis," said Randy.  "It gets big when I see women smoke."

Ashley giggled.  "Really?  It even happens when you see me and mom smoke?"

Randy nodded.

"Why," asked Ashley as she drew on her cigarette?

"I don't know.  It just happens.  You look pretty when you smoke.  And now
that you're all grown up I can't help it.  Even if you are my sister."

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Cathy inhaled the rest of her cigarette and held the smoke in her lungs as
her husband's tongue whisked her to orgasm.

"We have to talk about Ashley," she said as she rolled across the mattress
and crushed her cigarette out.  "She's not a child any more.  She's a woman
now and she has adult needs."

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