Chapter 1

1997...

Vern watched the couple as they came out of the nightclub, the woman so sloshed that her man had to practically hold her upright as she staggered along next to him. Good, Vern thought, he won’t see this coming. He stepped out of the alleyway quickly, his hoodie up, and bumped into him.

“Hey, fucker!” the man shouted as he recoiled from the impact, but as Vern thought, his attention immediately went to keeping his blitzed date on her feet.

“Sorry!” Vern called back as he slipped across the street, prizes in hand.

The man continued on the way to his car. Stupid kid! he thought. If he had accidentally let his conquest for the night drop to the sidewalk, people might have noticed that she wasn’t in her right mind. The Horfie he had slipped into her drink -- so named for what was in it, hormones and a roofie -- had left her pretty zonked out, though once the hormones kicked in ... He grinned and helped the sexy woman into the passenger seat of his Supra.

Back at home, Vern closed his bedroom door and had a look at what he had purloined from the distracted nightclub patron: a wallet with cash and cards, and a small baggie of round yellow pills with nothing to indicate what they were. He called his fence, who would sell off the credit card numbers, and pocketed the $100 in cash. The wallet, with the driver’s license and other non-financial cards, he’d toss into a mailbox, and it’d eventually get back to its owner ... Vern wasn’t cruel, just needful. He asked his fence what the pills might be, but their description didn’t match anything the other man was aware of ... maybe oxycodone? Vern wasn’t going to chance it. He stashed the pills with his collection of porn magazines that were hidden between his mattress and boxspring, whacked off, and then went to sleep.

In the late morning, he headed off to buy some breakfast and smokes. His younger sister’s bedroom door was closed, so he figured that she was sleeping in. He wasn’t going to fault her for that -- it was Summer, after all, and their parents were away visiting family for a few days -- may as well enjoy the time off, he figured.

Tess, Vern’s 18-year-old sister, heard the front door close and jumped out of bed wearing only a long t-shirt. The slim dirty blonde put on her glasses, headed to Vern’s room, and watched him through the window as he casually strolled down the street and out of sight. Then she lifted his mattress to reveal his porn stash, which she had accidentally found the week previous while emptying the trash in his room; one of the magazines had been peeking out.

She reached for a Club International, but then saw the little baggie with the yellow pills and grabbed it. She had tried Ecstasy before, and they kind of looked like that. Well, she was on vacation, she reminded herself, and he wouldn’t miss just one! She popped a pill into her mouth.

When Vern got back over an hour later, he noticed his sister’s bedroom door was open, but she wasn’t there. “Tess?” he called out to the kitchen, but got no response. Then he went into his room and stopped short.

His mattress had been pushed aside, revealing his dirty magazines, and his nerdy sister was sitting on the floor with her back to the boxspring, one slim leg bent up and the other flat on the floor, her hand between them and her head hanging forward, as if she was napping. One of his porn mags was open next to her.

“Fuck!” he swore. “Damnit, Tess...”

Her head swung up upon hearing him. “Fuck,” she repeated.

He strode in front of her. “What the hell are you...?” Then he stopped. With her one knee elevated, her t-shirt had ridden up, and he was now looking at her slick pussy. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

He tore his eyes away from her private place. “Sis? You okay?” Then he noticed the bag of pills next to her. “Shit!” He grabbed it. “Did you take any of these, Tess?”

“Mm hm,” she replied.

Vern remembered the blitzed woman from the nightclub the previous night. “Oh, these are roofies!” he informed her. “You dumbass.”

“Ass,” she replied.

If his sister had just found his stash, he figured she’d forget it after the roofie took full effect. He sealed the baggie up and tossed it and the Club International onto the boxspring before pulling the mattress back over top of them. After doing this, though, his crotch ended up only a few inches away from her face. He gasped as she reached up and squeezed his cock through his jeans. He’d been half-hard since seeing her juicy pussy, and her touch was electric.

“Hmm,” she hummed, and unzipped his jeans.

“Tess...” he warned her, but he hesitated as her fingers slipped into his pants and slid along his growing member. It felt good! Then she deftly extracted his cock from his boxers and quickly took it into her mouth. “Ohh...” he moaned.

“Mmm...”

He tried to convince himself that he had to stop this, but he hadn’t actually had a woman touch his cock in months. He closed his eyes, imagining anyone but his little sister giving him a blowjob ... the neighbor that had taken his virginity the previous year, after he turned 18, or Tess’ cute friend Angela...

Then his hard cock was dangling in the air, cold and wet. He looked down ... Tess looked like she had just fallen asleep! Well, that was for the best, he realized. Not taking the time to tuck his hard member away, he bent down, hooked his arms under her knees and behind her back, and lifted her up. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. This close, he could smell her arousal.

He brought her back to her room and bent over to drop her lightly on her bed, but then she came awake again. “Noo...” She tightened her grip around his neck as he let her go, which caused her body to twist to face him instead of lying flat. With her entire body weight now wrapped around his neck, his lower back protested and he fell forward, right in between her slim legs.

“Tess, c’mon...” he began, but then he felt the shaft of his still-hard cock slide along her hot, wet pussy as she started to thrust her hips up at him. He really really needed to stop this...