Chapter 20

Session 29:

“Truth,” my sister slurred. “ ... or dare?”

It hadn’t taken long to get my sister hypothetically drunk and playing her favorite party game.

A game of truth or dare that had gotten increasingly sexual.

Not the dares, I should specify. No, I didn’t want to do anything that would risk my sister waking up, and so I’d kept the dares stupid - the kind of dares that you see people doing in movies all the time.

Honestly, I’ve never been drunk. But Lucy has, and so her brain was able to fill in the gaps.

“I pick truth,” I said - I’d been admitting all sorts of outlandish things, testing answer after answer until I found something that my sister would believe. The trick, I figured, was vulnerability without judgement. The more dark secrets I admitted to, the more of my soul I invented to reveal, the more likely Lucy was to admit secrets in return.

And then once she had, who knew what would happen? Maybe drunk Lucy would make out with her brother. Maybe drunk Lucy didn’t need her brother to be innocent in order to get with him.

Maybe drunk Lucy would fuck her brother.

There was only one way to find out.

“Tell me,” she said, a wicked gleam flashing into her otherwise-blank eyes, “ ... when you’re having sex with Marcie, do you ever think of anyone else?”

I considered throwing her a line about a celebrity, or a girl at school. I considered mentioning Marcie’s mom or a hot cousin, but after a few seconds of thought, I decided to go for broke.

After all, what was the worst that could happen? She’d wake up, and I’d try again next time.

“I pour you another glass of whiskey,” I said, hoping that my hypothetical offering wouldn’t be enough to knock her out. “The room is spinning, but you’re listening closely to my response.”

Nod. At least, I think it was a nod. Despite there not being even a drop of alcohol in her body, Lucy was starting to lose control of her faculties, and the motion of her head was more of a circle than a straight up-and-down.

“I ask you to repeat the question. What do you say?”

“I said,” Lucy said, way too loudly, “when you fuck Marcie, do you ever think of anyone else?”

She jumped as the word fuck slipped out of her mouth, as if someone other than her had said it. It was obvious that it hadn’t been the word she’d meant to use, but she didn’t pause or apologize, just emphatically finished the question.

“I pause,” I said, and she again gave me that a weird, circular nod. “And when I answer, it’s obvious that I’m very drunk. It’s clear that this is something I wouldn’t normally admit, but I’m totally wasted, and I completely trust you.”

Again my sister nodded, and I smiled. This was going to work - I knew it was.

Session B123:

Marcie came each time my sister did. She came each time I did as well. Truth be told, each time Lucy breathed particularly heavily, or vocally enjoyed one of my thrusts, Marcie would cum.

My sister had taken over the blowjob while Marcie watched, and as I thrust into her mouth again and again, I wondered what it would be like to fuck Marcie.

Y’know. In her current state.

I’d fucked her before the blankness - countless times. But since ... well, since things had changed, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to.

I wondered, though. I wondered pretty often. What would it be like to fuck someone so ... responsive?

Not, of course, that it was going to happen. She couldn’t even eat by herself - she had to be spoon fed. Her father mostly took care of that. I’d seen the look in his eyes as he desperately tried to pretend she wasn’t cumming every time the spoon entered her mouth.

She definitely wasn’t on the pill, and that was an obvious reason not to do anything with her. I’d done enough to Marcie already - leaving her with a child wasn’t on the table.

Sure, I could wear a condom. But I’d gotten so used to sex without one in the last few weeks, I didn’t really want to go back.

Session 29:

“What do you say?”

“ ... me?” she repeated, shocked. “But I’m ... I’m your sister?”

“I say it again, just as drunk: that sometimes, I think of you. I’m speaking in a loud whisper, and it’s obvious that I think I’m being quieter than I am.”

The more details I give, the more believable the hypothetical is. The fact that my sister hadn’t woken up was a good sign, but as she sat there processing, that familiar fear came back.

Sure, the only implanted memory would be “one time you and your brother got drunk.” But maybe she’d remember my confession.

Maybe she’d remember me saying that I thought about her during sex.

As Lucy swayed back and forth, wide-eyed, taking my words in, I started to relax. If she was going to wake up, she surely would have done it by now. No, this wasn’t anything to worry about.

This was something to celebrate.

I didn’t think she was going to make a move, not this session. But we were slowly inching into a new direction - maybe even somewhere further than where we’d been, before her conversation with Marcie. Before she’d learned that I was ... what’s the term the doctors use? Sexually active.

Before she’d started seeing me as a sexual creature.

Adrenaline was starting to pump through my veins. Sure, it sucked that I wasn’t going to see her tits again any time soon, or feel her tongue on my cock. But those had never been the real aim - those were steps on the path to where I wanted to be.

Complete sexual servitude.

No one becomes a sex slave to someone they don’t see as a sexual being. The fear disappeared, and now I was excited.

My sister knew that I was sexually active. She saw me as sexual, and that meant I didn’t need to trick her into “helping” me out. Not any more.

Now I just had to convince her that I was someone she wanted to fuck.

“What do you say?”

“Wow,” she said in a loud whisper. “Wow.”

I could have left it there, but I was too pumped up. I decided to see what else I could do, where else I could go.

What doors I’d opened up with my confession.

“I ask you truth or dare. What do you say?”

There was a short pause before she settled upon an answer.

“Truth.”

“Are there any topics that are off-limits at this point?”

“No.”

“If I asked you a sexual question, would you answer?”

“Yes.”

“What if I asked you something really personal. Would you tell me?”

“Yes.”

“What if I asked about your fantasies?”

Again, that tiny pause, but her answer came strong and clear.

“I’d answer honestly.”

Session 5:

“Wait, so you will tell me where Marcie keeps her spare key?”

“Yes.”

“But you just said you wouldn’t.”

No answer. I guess that made sense; I hadn’t asked a question.

I was still figuring out how it all worked, but I was fairly sure I’d just made a breakthrough.

“Where does Marcie keep her spare key?”

“Under the pile of bricks beside the back door.”

Good to know.

Well, not really. I couldn’t imagine a situation where I’d ever be hanging out with Marcie without my sister around. But it was good to know that if she’d tell me in a specific circumstance, she’d tell me whenever she was under.

I wondered if everything worked like that.

“Would you ever let me drive your car?”

“No.”

“Okay,” I said, the gears in my mind quickly spinning. “What if you were stung in the eye by a bee, and I needed to take you to hospital?”

My sister’s allergic, and thinking about getting stung really freaks her out.

“Would you let me drive your car then?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I don’t have a license?”

“Yes,” she repeated, and I smiled.