Jeff's Sister 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

My friend Jeff and I decided to go to Mountain High Ski Resort 
in Southern California. There was a recent storm that layed a 
fresh blanket of white powder down onto the beautiful mountains. 
Jeff's sister and her boyfriend came along. Jeff's sister, 
oooohhhhh, Jeff's sister. What can I say about her? She was hot, 
but she had this guy with her she called her 'boyfriend'. Jeffs 
sister used to come over to his place a lot and make his bed and 
clean his room while he and I sat there smoking buds and 
throwing trash down again. She was so cute. Now Jeff was an avid 
water skier, motocross racer, and snow skier. 

He had all the photos to prove it. He could fly down steep runs 
like it was nothing. I had never even gone skiing before. Before 
we got out of the car we filled a bota bag full of kahlua and 
milk to drink when we were up in the high snowy mountains. We 
also stuffed our pockets with blunts. When we got there I payed 
for my lift pass and rented my skis. My friend Jeff convinced me 
to take the lift all the way to the top run. When we got to the 
top Jeff's sister said "where you think you're goin' big boy?" 
She said "you better let me teach you how to ski before you take 
this run. You don't want to get hurt". 

She came over and stood in front of me with her back facing a 
steep ski run. She said "Let me put my skis between your skis 
and I want you to hold tightly onto my waist". With her skis she 
showed me how to move my skis, she said "As you're going down 
the slope, you want to keep your center of gravity low, but 
don't lean too far forward. Now see how I make your skis come 
together in front of you? As your skis come together in front, I 
want you to dig into the snow with the inside edge of your 
skis". She said you do this when you want to turn or if you're 
going too fast and you get out of control. 

She had me slaloming down that ski run like a champ in no time. 
Oh how good it felt to hold her tightly and just let her do all 
the work as we glided effortlessly down the advanced run at 
Mountain High. She then told me to try it on my own, but she 
went along side of me to make sure I'd be OK. I ended up falling 
down so many times. People coming down fast were barely missing 
me. I ran into a line of people waiting for a ski lift half way 
down the slope. I took out half the line like a bowling ball 
smashing into the bowling pins. On my next run I met Jeff up 
near the top. He and I pulled off near some ever green trees and 
pulled out a blunt. Oh that sensimilla purple haired bud tasted 
good high atop that mountain in the trees. 

We pulled out the bota bag and tilted our heads back catching 
the kahlua in our mouths. As the Kahlua hit our mouths steam 
would go billowing up into the air. I finally got the hang of 
this skiing thing and I was slaloming down the mountain like a 
champ in no time. On the way home Jeff's sister took another 
car, I couldn't stop imagining her and I entangled and entwined 
in the throws of almighty ecstacy.

I saw Jeff's sister a few more times after that and I exchanged 
some desire filled glances with her. I have more adventures 
coming with me, Jeff, and our conquests, but I had to write of 
his sister. She was one of those kinda girls like the girlfriend 
of Shawn Brumder in the movie Orange County. Nice girl, cute, 
and sexy as hell. To die for.