1991 (pt.1)

                                    

                                          
*Note: Rob in this story is inspired by and looks like Boston Rob from survivor. I love that man and would commit a crime to meet him. If you wanna know what I'm talking about search "Boston Rob Marquesas" because he is kind of old now and I'm referencing his younger years.

                          
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The air was crisp and cool blowing lightly through Katya's short hair as she stood outside. She wrapped her knit sweater around her shoulders tighter hoping to conserve some heat as she leaned against the side of her brothers house in the suburbs of Boston. It was thanksgiving and Katya and Trixie had flown over to spend the holiday with Katya's older brother Dan and his family. He had a son and a daughter that were both older now. Katya wouldn't admit it but, she liked them at this older age better than when they were young. They were finally old enough for her and Trixie to be the fun gay aunts who told them things they weren't supposed to know, and give them expensive gifts at Christmas.
                          
Katya didn't mind flying from Washington with Trixie to see her brother, both their mother and father had passed so she cherished time spent with family allot more now. Trixie didn't mind either. Spending time with Dan, his wife Amber and their kids was much more relaxing than flying out to the Hampton's to visit her family. She wasn't forced into a one up competition between her and her 3 other insanely wealthy, successful, and competitive siblings.
                          
Katya took another drag from her joint and let her head rest against the spiky popcorn siding of Dan's garage. She loved being there but a house full of 6 people was allot to take it when she was so used to it being just her Trixie and their cat Sebastian back in Washington. Sometimes she just needed to go outside and mellow out a bit.
                          
"Auntie Katya?" Grace, Dan's oldest called out as she rounded the corner to the side of the garage. "Oh there you are, dad said to tell you we are starting the games soon."
                          
"Okay Grace, thank you doll." Katya smiled pulling herself off against the wall. She stubbed her joint out against the side of the garage and pulled her tin holding case out of her pocket. She noticed Grace watching her with wide interested eyes.
                          
"You interested?" She joked holding the half smoked joint out to her 17 year old niece. She watched as Grace's face grew in shock her hand reaching for it a bit before she pulled herself back.
                          
"Is that pot?" Grace asked cautiously, her eyes meeting Katya's who just simply nodded the same small smirk on her red lips. "And you're letting me try some?"
                          
"Only if you want dear." Katya kept her hand extended in front her. Grace was 17, she was old enough in Katya's books. Besides it's not like she hasn't been offered it before in school, she's a senior for Christ sake.
                          
Katya saw Grace's eyes slide between her and the joint she was offering. She could see the internal debate going on in her nieces head, it was make her palms shake as she stood in front of Katya. Katya tried to keep a neutral smile on her face, technically not encouraging the behavior in case Dan found out. 
                          
Grace's fingers hand just wrapped around the joint when Trixie rounded the corner with her brother Austin. Grace jumped at the sound of their voices letting the joint fall back into Katya's hand.
                          
"See I told you they'd be out here-" Trixie said to Austin as they spotted Katya and Grace at the side of the garage. She looked between Katya and Grace, "Katya don't tell me you were just giving your under age niece a joint."
                          
"I wasn't giving her the whole thing." Katya rolled her eyes securing the joint back in her tin. "I was just gunna let her take a drag or two to try it out." She shoved the tin in her back pocket and avoided her wife's gaze.
                          
"You're kidding me right, please tell me you're joking." Trixie narrowed her eyes at her wife.
                          
"What? She's seventeen it's not like she hasn't been offered it before, she's probably already tried it," Katya felt blush creeping up on her cheeks as Trixie shook her head. "Hey it's not like you didn't smoke pot at 17."