Nothing could go wrong. It would be just as planned. Regardless, he will fuck his sister tonight...and that he did.
I suppose it became interesting right about the time they realized it was going nowhere.
Per their previously agreed-upon plan, the evening with his sister ended up at the bar. She said she was tired and wasn't drinking, so his girlfriend initiated the back-up plan. She lured his sister out of the main bar area to the women's bathroom (for some girly reason) so he could spike his sister's drink.
He didn't know exactly what it was, but he tested it out ahead of time on his girlfriend. The results were everything they were promised to be: she could walk and talk and even communicate simply, but lacked the coordination for complicated tasks (like picking up the phone). Her mind seemed to wander easily and become disoriented often.
The best part was that she remembered very little, actually almost nothing, of the entire duration of the effects, which was about five hours.
He watched as they made their way across the bar back to him. They made quite a pair, their obvious contrast complementing each other well. His girlfriend blonde, blue eyes, light skin and bright pink vinyl clothing, looking like an x-rated Barbie doll; his sister with dark brown hair and eyes, deeply tanned skin, and long, clinging, black dress giving her an exotic, mysterious look.
When they returned to the table, his girlfriend made the announcement that they would like it if they could leave after finishing their drinks. Of course, he agreed. Ten minutes later they were on the road, his girlfriend driving and his sister in the passenger seat.
They had chosen a bar almost twenty minutes from his sister's house, so if they had to drug her she would be pretty knocked out before she would get home and they would simply redirect their route...which they did.
Heading toward the freeway, he noted to himself that the middle of the week was a good idea since there was little traffic now that it was after midnight.
He was indecisive as to whether if the rain would be helpful or not. It had been raining most of their evening and showed no sign of letting up. Good or bad, it would be fun... It would be more than fun.
He smiled visibly at the thoughts of the night to come. He spent much of the evening with an obvious erection (at least he and his girlfriend found it to be obvious) and was sure he could orgasm just looking at her, much less actually fucking her.
His sister was now beginning to feel the first effects of the drug; she was losing some muscle control and lay her head back on the rest. She made a brief comment about "feeling funny", but didn't seem to be upset. As she became groggier and more high, he slowly reclined her seat. His eyes instantly were drawn to his perfect view of her breasts spilling over the low-cut top of her dress.
Immediately, he pulled his pants down, stroked a couple of times, and came right in her cleavage. His cum slowly sank in between his sister's breasts, while the rest inched toward her arm.
She seemed suddenly brought to consciousness. "What the…?" His sister looked around to him in shock and confusion. " What the hell are you doing?" she asked almost angrily.
From a prepared bag on the floor next to him, he retrieved a hand towel and wiped her chest gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make such a big mess. I'll be more careful," he said apologetically.
"Uh…well… I mean, okay…I guess," she said slowly, as though she couldn't quite remember why she was mad but knew she was for some reason. She looked over to his girlfriend, head lying back once again.
"It's okay, we'll be there soon," she said to his sister, laying her hand on her thigh. She rubbed consolingly to calm her nerves. After a minute or two of this, his sister's legs unconsciously opened slightly, allowing his girlfriend freedom to move more freely.
The sight of this display was enough to get him hard again. It's good that they arrived at their destination shortly thereafter. He met his girlfriend at the passenger door after gathering himself together and they began to assist his sister from the vehicle.
A friend of theirs had a recording studio with no appointments for the next two days-enough time for play and clean-up later. They had stopped by earlier on the way to meet his sister in order to be sure all breakable (and expensive) items were removed from the soundproof recording room.
With the simple set-up, yet ample space, they were able to clear everything out and replace the musical equipment with some more satisfactory devices such as: a hook/cuff set to be hung from an existing attachment on the ceiling, a simple, low-backed chair, and a rectangle masseuse table.
A camera and tripod were set up in the corner and a Polaroid with 3 packages of film on a small end table next to it. In the main studio area were set up both cassette and CD recorders to audibly record the entire event. Above all was the long, narrow table along the opposite side as the camera filled with all sorts of toys and devices.
They had thought of everything from dildos to wax to liquid latex to clamps, cuffs, and crops. Not everything would be used, but if the mood strikes…you wouldn't want to be without.
As soon as his sister appeared to be steady enough on her feet with support only from his girlfriend he retrieved his "last minute bag" of mostly clean-up supplies (soap, towels, etc). He looked up and saw the two girls about to curve around the corner to the side entrance.
