Chapter 1

My sister’s boyfriend Tom is 24 years old and just graduated college. He’s really hot. Michelle is only 19 so I don’t know how she landed him. I can’t help but flirt with him whenever he’s over the house. She is always telling me its super weird for me to act like that around him. I wear short shorts and lotion up my legs, or will wear a revealing top to get his attention. She says with me being 16 years old, I should concentrate on boys my own age, and that not only is Tom way too old for me to find interesting, but he’s her man! Well for the last few weeks he’s been over the house a lot because our parents are in Europe for a month long vacation. They get back in 10 days – and I’ve been thinking about how I can make my fantasy of messing around with him come true. I know he’d never actually hang with me. I know I’m jailbait to him being only 16, plus there’s my stupid sister that he’s not going to cheat on. So I was going to have to get creative.

My chance came when he came over the house last night to watch a movie with my sister. Michelle made dinner for the 3 of us, and then she told me I needed to leave them alone and that they were going to watch the movie – and NO I couldn’t watch it with them. She told me I needed to clean up the kitchen after dinner while she had to do some work on her computer before they watched the movie. Tom went into the TV room and was just watching some baseball game while he waited for my sister to get done. I didn’t want to argue with her so I was cleaning up the kitchen. About 15 minutes went by, and she yells at me from upstairs to bring her the drink she left at the table. I told her I can’t both clean the kitchen and be her friggin waitress! She yelled again to just bring it up! By this time I was pissed. Now was going to be the time I not only get back at her, but have my fun with her boyfriend. A few months ago, one of my guy friend’s bought a bunch of the date rape drug. He drove me home once and I swiped some from a bag in his back seat when he wasn’t looking. I don’t kow why I did but I just took some. I still had it. And there was my sister’s drink on the table. She wanted me to bring it up to her? Ok I’ll do it. But not before adding a little powder to her drink. It dissolved quickly so she’d never know. I brought it up to her, and she gave me more attitude. That was ok. I’d have the last laugh. I came back downstairs, and Tom was alone watching the ball game. I asked him if he wanted anything to drink? He asked for a rum and coke. I went back to the kitchen and made his rum and coke, and put some of that date rape drug into Tom’s drink too. Stirred the powder in, and gave it to him. Nice tall glass. He started sipping it right away. By now, it was time to check on my sister. When I walked into her room, I saw the empty glass, but not her. Then I saw her sitting up on the other side of her bed, on the floor. I got down on the floor next to her. “What are you doing down here?” I asked. “I ... I don’t know what happened, I can’t stand up.

Her words slurred. I told her I didn’t really understand her.

I’m so ... I don’t feel ... really tired, something’s wrong. Get Tom, tell him to come up”

“Do you feel tired, woozy? I asked with a smile. “Maybe it was your drink”.

She almost tipped over, “please, Tom, tell Tom to...”

I interrupted her. “Yeah that’s not going to happen. You see you need to be more careful with what you drink. Soon you’ll be off in laa-laa land, having a nice little nap, and your boyfriend will be all mine to play with.”

“What? No, what did you ... T-Tom, Tom...” she mumbled.

“Tom can’t hear you. In a few minutes, that drug I put in your drink will take full effect and you’ll be knocked out completely. And your boyfriend? Well, I put some in his drink too. Oh but not as much as I put in yours. See I want you out cold, out of the way completely. But Tom? No, I want him out JUST enough. Just so he can’t stop me. But I want him aware enough of what I’m going to be doing to him.”

“Doing to ... doing to him ... what...” She mumbled as she tipped over onto the floor. She was now out of the way. Now time to see how Tom was doing.

I got downstairs and there was Tom, head back on the couch, hand still on his drink on the table, only about an inch left in the glass. His eyes were half closed, as I came in and shut the TV off. I pulled him down off of the couch onto the carpeted floor, and rolled him over onto his back. He tried to say something but couldn’t speak. His eyes would close for a while, then open and seem to look at me, then close again.

“Lets get you a little more comfortable Tom, shall we?” I said as I unbuttoned his shirt to expose his sexy chest and abs. I ran my fingers over them and it felt wonderful. I let my hands roam to his thighs, then crotch. He managed to weakly move his arm to mine, which I easily swatted away.

“No Tom, lets get these off too. I’ve been wanting to see what you’ve got down here for years”. I unbucked his pants, and pulled down the zipper, then was able to slide down his work slacks down past his knees and then pull them off completely. Lying there on the floor with his shirt unbuttoned in only his tighty-whity underwear.