Roofie Coladas Ch. 03

by Cagonzon

story tags: sister-in-law, non-consent, drugged, sisinlaw

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Third time's the.. harm?

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Roofie Coladas Ch. 03 by  Cagonzon ©

So... what's going on? How you been? Mind if I sit down? How's the
family?

Yeah, I don't really care about them either.

Yours, I mean.

I love my family. I love it so much that I've helped make two and a
half kids for it. Not that there's half a child scrambling around on
our living room; the half comes from putting my penis inside my wife's
sister, unbeknownst to her.

The sister, I mean. Of course my wife doesn't know that either, but I
was referring to the time when I fixed a special cocktail that knocked
her out and proceeded to have my way with her orifices. Fulfilled the
checklist. Mouth, pussy and ass. I would've gone for ear and nose as
well, but even though my cock's nothing to write home about, it's not
small enough to fit there.

Ugh, enough about my cock, already.. sheesh.

So what lurid quests have brought you to this place today? what hidden
lusts? forbidden fantasies? Would you like to know what happened after
the last time we caught up?

This story might jump around in time a bit, but for now, let me just
summarize the few months after last time we spoke.

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I twisted my fingers in her hair as I gasped. My hand lay on the top of
her head as she knelt in front of me in the shower, the fall of the
water mostly drowning out

the gagging noises coming from her throat as I applied pressure on her
head, feeling her mouth envelop my shaft as she tried -and failed- to
deepthroat my cock. As soon as the head of my prick brushed the back of
her throat she convulsed, her whole body shaking and her head
automatically pushing away.

I held her there, under the hot spray, half of my dick in her mouth as
she breathed around it, gasping for breath. She'd done better this
time, but we still had a ways to go. She looked up at me and I could
see her pleading look. The water falling on us, streaming over our
naked bodies, left her unable to keep her eyes open while looking up,
but she'd seen enough in that brief moment when our eyes met to know
that she wasn't done.

She moved her hand from my waist, where she'd been holding on so as not
to slip, and gripped the base of my rod. She brought her tongue into
play and the feeling of its warm, slippery softness right below the
head of my cock felt amazing. She began to jerk me off into her mouth,
timing the rising and lowering of her head with the pressure she
applied on my dick.

My knees grew weak. Pleasure shot up my spine. She was really good at
sucking cock. She might not be deepthroat ready, but a good ol'
fashioned blowjob was right up her alley. As her lips applied pressure
around the shaft, combined with her stroking hand and swirling tongue,
I was losing the battle with self-control, fast. I relaxed my hand on
her head, letting her believe that I was content with cumming in her
mouth normally, feeling the boiling pressure in my balls grow. She
became more confident, sure that I was just going to cum, so she
started to bob faster, not losing a beat, extending her tongue so my
dick rested on top of it as she knew I liked.

Which is exactly how I wanted her.

As I was about to explode I quickly tightened my grip on her head and
pushed her down towards me, impaling her face on my cock. I felt the
head breeze past her back molars, scraping a little, but with her
tongue almost fully extended while she gorged on dick I was quickly
beyond them and slamming into the back of her throat, her little uvula
must have been crushed as my penis poked past her tonsils and reached
her larynx (or thereabouts, I swear she was hoarse for two weeks after
this). The final thrust caught her completely off-guard and as the tip
of her nose touched my pubic hair I began to spurt my semen directly
down her throat, coating it thoroughly and holding her there, pinned,
as she struggled against my grip.

I'm not a terribly powerful man, but in sheer size difference I was
able to overpower her, keeping her there while my cock spasmed inside
her mouth until I felt the last gush of cum shoot out. She was making
desperate noises and I swear I felt a vibration on the head of my dick
as she did. Her hands were slapping my stomach, begging for me to let
her go. I did, slowly, letting her know who was the boss of her.

As my still-hard cock emerged from her mouth, she gasped for air,
struggling against my hand and trying to push away. I didn't let her. I
held her by her wet, tangled hair, kneeling in front of me, my hand
holding her there as she fought to catch her breath. I grabbed my erect
shaft by the base and started rubbing it across her face. She looked up
at me, and whatever she saw there made her start to cry.

Between her tears, the cum that was still pulsing out of my dick, and
what saliva coated it that hadn't been washed away by our hot shower, I
painted a picture on her face, smearing her cheeks. A clear message to
her that let her know that she was mine, my whore, my cock-sucking slut
to use however I wanted.

She was still sobbing as I began to rub the tip against her lips, and
she kept sobbing as she obediently parted them and took me back into
her mouth.

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"Holy fuck," my wife said as she read the final page of the manuscript.
"This is what you come up with when I leave you alone for a week?"

We were cuddled in our couch in the downstairs den, where I had once
defiled her unconscious body during the experimental phase of my roofie
colada mix. I had finally conceded and let her read the manuscript of
my newest book in my space pirate series, which had dropped all
pretense of being anything other than sci-fi porn about three books
earlier, and she'd been reading by the fire, alone, as she read the
final chapter.

I'd been watching her for about 10 minutes, standing out in the hall,
taking in every inch of her as she lay there, one leg casually bent and
raised, her nightie pushed up below her firm, lovely breasts, showing
her firm, taut stomach, proving once again that if you put the time in,
having two kids wouldn't ruin your body. She'd been caressing her own
stomach as she read, inching in circles around her belly button, and I
could immediately tell when she'd gotten to a good part because her
hand had smoothly glided underneath her white, cotton panties and begun
to make smaller circles over her mound.

My erection had immediately followed, of course, and as she kept
fingering herself, I was glad that I'd soundproofed the basement den.
Our kids were asleep upstairs, and it was a school night, but after
their bedtime, the adults in the house came out to play. I'd kept
watching my wife finger herself to a quick orgasm while she closed her
eyes and hugged the e-reader to her chest. She trembled and gave a soft
sigh, and I'd immediately dropped my pants, ripped off my shirt, and
pounced.

She'd barely gotten her breath back from her jilling when I'd buried my
face between her legs, pushing aside the soaked fabric and delving
straight into her lower lips with my tongue. Her coy smile as I looked
up at her made me realize that she knew I'd been watching her, and had
put on her little show to entice me. Not that she needed to do that for
me to want to fuck her.

How can I say this without sounding like a douche... my wife is so
fucking hot, you could throw her into a dormant volcano to jump start
it. Huh. Maybe too weird.

Anyway, I was never one for metaphors. Or similes, whatever. Fuck you.

The point is that I'm the luckiest bastard in the world for having a
hot, fuckable wife when we're in our 30s, who also happens to be an
incredible woman on her own merit and my best friend ever. Yeah, a
little douchy, but it's true. I'm living the dream, but right now, I'm
living in pussy. My wife's pussy.

She tasted so good.

Fresh and musky at the same time, with those pheromones that hit me
like a truck and left me reeling as I lapped at her clitoris like a
contented lion. Her long, sexy legs were in the air as I kept licking
her nub, bringing her back and around the roller coaster she'd gotten
on by herself. Her hands mussed up my hair, which I'd taken to leaving
on the longish side, since famous authors are supposed to look either
really cool, or really nerdy. She enjoyed the Sons of Anarchy look I'd
adopted.

I think she has a biker fetish. I could've kept going but there was a
certain someone who wanted in on the action.

I'm talking about my dick, again.

I forced myself to disengage from carpet-munching mode and ran my
tongue up across her stomach and over her breasts. I raised myself
enough to let my small head rest between her legs, as she wrapped her
thighs around my waist and raised herself expectantly. I held myself
over her, rubbing the underside of my cock against her moist and
glistening pussy as I stared into her eyes. She reached up and parted
the curtain of hair that had fallen across my face, tucking it behind
my ears. She ran her fingers across my jawline, tracing the beard I'd
let grow. If anything I swear her pussy began to get wetter.

Yeah, definitely a biker fetish.

Her nipples were pointed and so hard they could've cut glass through
her nightie, and I pawed at her delicate sleeping clothes, forcing her
tits to bounce out of their embrace and shine in the fire's light. She
was slick with sweat, part of her earlier work, and her breasts tasted
salty and sweet as I tried to fit as much as I could of each one into
my mouth. As I knelt over her to coat her areolas with spit, my dick
pushed into her and she gasped.

I stopped my breasticulative attention long enough to shift and drive
my cock as deep as I could into her. I was so worked up I felt ready to
burst from the get-go, and apparently she'd managed the climb back to
the mountain after the valley as well. As her velvet walls tightened
around me I thrust hard and fast, not trying to concentrate on holding
on, and after a dozen quick bounces I was shooting my cum into her, her
pussy making a wet, slapping sound as my semen gushed out of the sides
of her cunt with each push of my vaginal invader.

It's so incredible to cum inside the pussy of the woman you love.
There's a closeness, a sense of completion, that I've found can't be
replicated elsewhere. I fell on top of her, but held myself on my
elbows so I didn't squash her small frame. I looked into her eyes and
kissed her. Years ago she wouldn't have ever tasted her own juices from
my tongue, but now she drove her tongue into my mouth and it was a
struggle until I exerted my will upon her and pushed my tongue over
hers and into her mouth. She began to part, but kept sucking my tongue
as our lips separated. We had this contest going, but I think she let
me win most of the time. She likes me being assertive and taking
control of her.

Fuck, I love this woman.

After snuggling a bit and lightly kissing, she picked up her discarded
e-reader and kept reading. As I licked playfully at one of her nipples
I noticed with pleasure that she was reading the epilogue shower scene.
I took the initiative and started fingering her softly, carefully,
around her clit, and she glanced down at me with fire in her eyes and
sighed. I could sense she got worked up again as she slid the pages
across, until she sighed and put the reader down.

"Holy Fuck." she said incredulously. "This is what you come up with
when I leave you alone for a week?

I laughed. They'd just gotten back the week before from a cruise I'd
sent her, our kids and her sister Sarah, my first roofie colada
conquest, with our niece/my daughter, so I could have the house to
myself to "work". In fact it'd been a ruse for my second roofie colada
conquest, my TITSsistant Amber, she of the magnificent rack. The
collateral damage on that was covered in our previous meeting, so
suffice to say we'd sent her and her boyfriend
Matt-or-Mark-Whatever-the-fuck-your-name-is-you-stupid-'I-prefer-Marcus
'-little-dipshit on their own little getaway, mostly to get an injured,
frail-looking little dove from under the eyes of my whip-smart wife and
her relatively-but-actually-no-she's-pretty-smart sister.

I didn't want them to recognize a pattern, you see. Hopefully a week in
the Bahamas will help heal Amber's broken arm and foggy memory, filling
it with the story I'd fed her. Lot's of Bahama Mama's would help her as
well, as I'd confided in Matt-Mark-what's-his-face, because she'd been
working super hard for me. Of course, I was talking about my dick then
too, but he didn't know that. In any case, I hoped that the break would
clear her mind of any recollection of her falling asleep at odd times.

Anyway...

"So you like it?" I asked my wife, as I continued to finger her softly.
She sighed contentedly.

"Fuck yes. This is by far the fucking hottest fucking thing you've ever
fucking written." My wife used to be such a prude, but as she really
started swearing as part of our fuck play she grew accustomed to throw
in as many 'fucks' as possible because she knew I loved the way her
lips formed the word 'fuck'. Really. Try it yourself, find a hot woman
and ask her to read a sentence with at least 4 'fucks' thrown in. It's
awesome. Then try to fuck that woman.

I slid my finger inside her and she squirmed and cooed. "I swear, if
you tried that shower thing on me... I'd be pissed."

I sped up my movements, feeling her getting wetter.

"Oh really?" I said. I shifted closer to her and tried to give her a
menacing look. She stared back at me hard, but there was a softness
around the corners of her eyes that betrayed her. She was getting off
on the idea of me forcing her to deepthroat me. She averted her gaze
and bit her lip.

"These things you write... we've never really spoken of how you come up
with them."

I was ready for this question. I'd been ready for it years ago, from
the first moment my most popular character, the space pirate captain
Naa'ira, had pushed Jarg, the Clanxu First Emissary against the bulwark
in the reactor room of her broken-down ship The Astro Rider, peeled off
his pants and proceeded to service him while they waited for rescue
that might never come.

It's all about preparation, kiddies. I can never stress that enough.
You make your own luck in this life, in every aspect of it.

"It's you." I said simply. I softened my gaze and tried to transmit how
much I loved her through my eyes. "It's always been you." I kept
fingering her, knowing this worked in my favour. Keep her off balance.
Yes, I love this woman, and I have a lot to lose if I ever slip. It
might seem manipulative to you, but fuck you, really.

I spoke to her slowly, carefully "You remember we weren't always as...
adventurous.." She nodded, eyes still averted.

"I was a fucking prude.. " she said soflty. "I was boring.. I'm lucky
you didn't bang that whore Delilah when she-"

I kissed her to shut her up. No use re-opening old wounds. Delilah was
an old co-worker who'd pretty much thrown herself at me and I'd
actually had to open an HR case against her. She'd been smoking hot,
too, but I've never been the cheating type. Yeah, laugh all you want,
fucker, but Sarah and Amber were different. They're family.

Plus, if she doesn't know you raped her, it doesn't really count as
cheating, right?

In any case...

When we broke off the kiss I let her know how much I desired her, and
how all of those fantasies had been my way of expressing the things I
wanted to do with her, which for the most part we'd successfully
executed in the years since I'd started writing. My wife's sexual
renaissance was a constant source of wonder to me, and a reminder that
life can indeed be... perfect.

She was still dwelling on her prudish past a little bit, so I bit her
lip softly and made my way slowly down her body, licking and kissing
her, until I saw that sexy-ass coy smile again..

Fuck, my wife is hot.

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So yeah, it's been a hell of a couple of months. My daughter/niece is
almost two years old now, and my sister in law Sarah still lives with
us. Amber actually moved into the guesthouse (remember, I'm actually a
famous writer, so I'm making good bank) and was sort of a
live-in-nanny/writing-assisstant/reminder-that-I-got-away-with-rape-twi
ce second daughter to my wife and I (or third daughter for me... yes,
my penis did just twitch. And you read about it. HA!)

Now there are two password protected folders on my network drive, with
encrypted cloud backup, just in case. I delve into them on a fairly
regular basis. OK. I go through the 25 minute unzipping process pretty
much every day, but hey at least I alternate between them. I'll revisit
my cock inside Sarah's mouth on mondays, wednesdays and fridays, and
I'll revisit my cock between Amber's tits on tuesdays, thursdays and
saturdays. Sundays I try not to jerk off, you know. I usually try to
focus on my wife those days, seeing if I can fuck her in the ass.

We'd tried it, actually. A couple of months after poor Brad's "alleged"
anal de-flowering of Sarah, my wife had been in full "decadent-slut"
mode and between rubbing baby oil on her back in the shower, my penis
had "accidentally" slipped and poked her sphincter open one morning.

She'd been surprised, but since she'd been pushing herself to be more
adventurous, she'd grinded a bit against me. I'd been very surprised
too, but I wasn't going to let the chance slip. Unfortunately, just
like her throat, my darling wife apparently had an ass-gag-reflex. The
tip of my cock stretched her asshole as it made its way through her
tight puckered ring, but she'd been unable to take the whole thing,
shaking and grunting in pain. And remember, my dick's pretty average.
Still, it had taken too long for her to get into it, so I'd been the
good husband and not pushed her into something uncomfortable just
because I wanted to do it.

More brownie points for me. Remember kids, you gotta take your wins
whenever you can. Every loss can become an opportunity.

Still, months after, we occasionally try again. I don't think she's
seen the pattern yet, but I always try to fuck her in the ass on
Sundays. They make me feel biblical so I try to put the 'sodom' into
our bedroom play.

But don't despair for poor ol' me. I've got a new avenue I'm exploring.
I just have to figure out if I have the balls for it.

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What would you do if you had a hot woman you'd fucked once, and in all
honesty would probably fuck again if you had the chance, living under
your own roof?

Well, first thing you'd probably do is try to get eyes on her, wouldn't
you?

I'm pretty handy with a power tool, having been a stay at home dad for
a couple of years while I built up my writing career, I learned to
tackle most home repair jobs from plumbing to drywall, landscaping to
water heater, electrical to flooring. When we'd bought our big house
after we moved back from the west coast, I'd hired some folks to help
with the big stuff, but I'd tackled a lot of things myself.

One of those things was the attic. I'd left it unfinished, but I had
put in insulation and temperature control. Nobody went up there except
me, it was sort of my man cave, and I honestly used it mostly for
storage, but I found a home project that really inspired me once Sarah
moved in.

I wired my house with cameras.

It's amazing what you can do with cat6 cable and these new pinpoint
cameras that you can find on ebay. Actual HD quality and sound, paired
with a good wireless router in the attic in a hidden, but well
ventilated "annex" I put together around the central air conditioning
unit allowed me to set up a pretty complete surveillance system around
the house.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 03

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-03

Third time's the.. harm?

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I say around, but it's actually "inside" the house. I used the air
ducts and a modified rotorooter I built to position them where I wanted
them. I put a camera in each room, through the air ducts. It took me
weeks, but I angled them perfectly, through the grates, zoomed in
properly and feeding through the power over ethernet functionality back
to a switch in the attic. What I ended up with was a bunch of live cam
feeds from all over the house.

Sarah's bedroom. Check. Positioned to get a great view of her bed.

Sarah's bathroom. Check. I could see straight into the shower and
through the mirror's reflection, the toilet.

Sarah's closet. Check. The walk-in was actually the easiest to
position.

Did I mention that I had a kick ass wifi with hidden SSID? (that means
that nobody could see it, to you laypeople, and even if they found it
with a scanner you'd never get by the enterprise encryption I bought)

The wifi let me do the same thing to the guest house so.. you guessed
it.

Amber's bedroom. Check.

Amber's bathroom. Check.

I also put some in my kids' bedrooms and my own. I figured why not? in
a couple of years my eldest daughter will probably want to have
boyfriends, and my son will probably bring some girls over, if he's
anything like his old man. I figure I'd rather have the option, you
know? What if my daughter grows up to be hot? I really doubt I'd ever
do anything, but hell, talk to me in six years. And what if my son's
girls are cute? Well, wouldn't you rather have the option as well? No?
Fuck you then.

The point is that I also set up a small server in the hidden attic
rack, with tons of storage that allows me to record about a week's
worth at a time. So I always make a point to scan the recordings every
sunday. Most of the stuff I can just skim over, but I've found some
real gems.

In between many, many nice screengrabs of my sister in law and my
titsistant changing, showering and doing yoga sometimes (we'll skip
past the scatological, you freaks) there were some incredible avenues
of information to be gathered.

Sara touches herself.

A lot.

We might need an old priest, and a young priest. It's that serious. I
think she might have a problem.

I feel kind of bad, actually. Apparently she was used to getting it
pretty regularly from Brad, but then I had to go and rape her ass and
pin it on him, so that sunk that relationship.. She apparently misses
the D real bad, though. A couple of months ago she bought a dildo. A
big one. I have several sessions of her using it, in the shower, in
bed.

It's made it really hard for me. wink. wink.

From what I hear, she's been trying to put herself out there, but she
went back to work with a vengeance after her maternity leave, and I
don't think she's gone on more than one date with anyone. I've noticed
that she wants to get fucked, though. I have the evidence of her
inserting that monster through her lower lips many times after those
date nights. Sometimes twice a day, the equivalent of morning sex.

She needs it bad.

Sarah also has a secret that I'm sure she hasn't told anyone, not even
my wife. It'd be too embarrassing, I'm sure, after all the upheaval she
went through in her life.

My dear sister in law has stuck that plastic dick inside her own
asshole on a couple of occasions.

She's always done it hesitantly, lying face down, as if embarrassed.
I've been held at attention while I see her fuck herself with her legs
raised high in the air, the covers thrown on the ground, holding a
pillow over her head while a fake dick that feels no enjoyment plows
into her under her own hand power. About five or six times,

though, while she's coming down from her self inflicted orgasms, she's
rolled onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and bent her arm
backwards, slowly rubbing her dildo on her puckered entrance, until it
slips inside.

I have audio on my cameras. Even though she buries her face in her
pillows, I can still discern her small grunts as she carefully prods
her own ass with the dildo. She likes it. She hates herself for doing
it, because she's cried a couple of times after she's cum like that,
but every couple of weeks she'll invade herself rectally.

What a hypocrite, right? I mean, this is what broke up her marriage,
and left her a single mom. Poor deluded Brad, who'd never actually
enjoyed having her anal passage squeeze the cum from his cock like I
had, had moved away and gone to do Doctors Without Borders or
something... really noble shit, too. It almost made me feel ashamed of
having framed him for anally raping his wife. Almost. It was that good
of a fuck.

Well, whatever you want to call her, hypocrite, slut, poor woman who
can't help that she's been damaged psychologically so she twists her
past pain into pleasure... she's given me an idea..

This is Part 3, right? so I think you can guess where I'm going with
this.

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How to go about using Sarah as my fuck toy again, and not fall into a
"third-time's the charm" situation and getting caught?

After doing Amber, I'd pretty much reconciled with my role as "your
friendly neighborhood rapist" and to be honest, didn't feel that torn
up about it anymore.

Monstrous, I know. It's weird, I don't know if I fall into a sociopath
category, because I do feel bad for the people who have to deal with
the fallout of my actions, but I just don't care enough to not do it
again. Psychopath? maybe too strong. I dunno, I'm not a psychiatrist.
All I know is that my cock twitches every time I see

Sarah and Amber.

I remember what it felt like to be inside them. To slide my dick
between their lips until I explode in their mouths. I remember Amber's
tits, squeezing my dick as I came on her face. I remember Sarah's ass,
tight as all hell, resisting my intrusion, and then giving way, her
sphincter remaining tight around the base of my dick as my cum
lubricated her insides.

...

...

...

Sorry, I had to go jerk off real quick. That image of Sarah bent over
on her marital bed, and my dick entering her as I spread her cheeks
apart, hearing her grunt and drool in her comatose state really gets me
off.

Anyway, so where was I? Ah yes. How to go about doing it again.

So, my main reasoning is that if Sarah's using that huge dong
(seriously, it's like my forearm) then how about I tried the ol'
switcheroo? Raiders of the Lost Ark style... yes, you can call me Dr
Jones from now on.

The plan formed relatively quickly in my mind. It had to be a day where
there was minimum risk, and living in a house with six people raises
that factor way too much.

So I had to get rid of the kids somehow. This was in mid winter when I
started planning this, so I was afraid that I'd have to wait until the
weather got better so it'd be easier to get the kids out of the house
into some sort of overnight activity. Multiple nights in a row,
preferably. I began researching good vacation plans.

My wife I figured I could always dose like the first time, she'd be out
while I had my fun with her sister. Amber was in the guesthouse, so the
chances of her walking in were slim, but she sometimes did tuck Kaylee
(my niece/daughter, I just realized I hadn't introduced her to you
guys!) in for the night, depending on whether Sarah was busy working. I
figured I had to manipulate Mark-Matt-Marcus-what's-his-face into
taking her out that night (the douche always hung around the house,
trying to leech off my creative genius).

That left my secret daughter herself. She actually still slept often in
Sarah's room with her mom, even though she had her own. I suppose Sarah
let her be so close so she could see the beauty and upside of the last
time "Brad" fucked her. Usually if Kaylee slept in her room it was when
Sarah was planning an all night jilling marathon.

Whenever Kaylee was in Sarah's bed, I'd seen her spend hours stroking
our daughter's head, crying sometimes, but less often as time passed.

I should mention maybe why Sarah and Brad had been unable to reconcile,
particularly since she was apparently up to anal penetration now.
hmmm.. anal penetration... dick twitches just saying it...

After Sarah had divorced Brad, before she'd formally moved in, she'd
flown out to the west coast, where he'd set up his practice (with some
covert suggestions from me) and had been confronted once again with the
reality that guys are generally dicks. Even though she was under the
impression that he'd violated her trust, as Kaylee got closer to her
first year, she'd decided she wanted to reach out to try to work it
out. They had a kid together, they had loved each other, maybe they
could get past it, etc, etc.

Brad, unfortunately, living in the west coast for a year, had found he
liked the single lifestyle again. He was a good doctor, successful
practice, and had been dating a young girl (for shame!) when Sarah flew
out to see him. There had been words, things were thrown. Apparently
Brad's new squeeze had introduced him to some recreational substances
that really brought out the worst in him. Sarah had flown back on the
red eye the very same day.

After a couple of months, Brad apparently checked himself into rehab,
and once he got out, he went to Africa, to atone, I assume. I kept tabs
on the guy, you never know when something might come back to bite you
in the ass. I felt bad for Sarah, though. She was crushed, all over
again. We had to pick up the pieces and get her on her feet, but we
managed it. She was a single mom, but we supported her and tried to
help her in any way we could, which is when the move became official.

See? I'm not some unfeeling bastard.

Another thing that told me that I still had empathy is that I felt love
for Kaylee, and a big fondness for Sarah. I didn't hate her like I used
to, I wanted her to be ok, and be happy. It's all very fucked up inside
me, having a daughter I could never acknowledge and a thing for her
mother, not love, but I did care for her. I had to constantly be
watchful that I didn't linger too much when I looked at her.

Ugh. Feelings. Enough about those.

So the basic outline of my plan came together easily, get everyone
occupied, dose Sarah, and avail myself of her body once again. The
kicker would be that she'd given me the perfect cover. As long as I
placed that humongous dildo in her hand, she shouldn't think anything
other than her usual self help session took place. And that meant that
I could have her ass again, which I think I like more for the taboo and
forbidden part than actual greater enjoyment or anything. A pussy is
still a pussy, it's the greatest thing in the world.

Now, there were other things to consider, of course. Did I want to cum
in her? Of course I did. Should I? ...sigh... I don't know. She hasn't
been sleeping with anyone, so why would she be on the pill? And I know
for a fact that the bitch is fertile. I was very sad, but I think I
would have to limit myself to cumming in her mouth and ass. Poor me.

So I spent the months planning, looking for long vacation plans for my
kids, I even thought that maybe I could send them and my wife to stay
with my in laws, who had moved to Florida, since Sarah had distanced
herself from them because of how her mother had treated her when her
marriage broke up. If I could set up a week long trip down south, it'd
be perfect, as then I'd only have to deal with Amber, Kaylee and Sarah
herself. I thought that should be pretty easy to set up.

I spent the time repeating the procedure I'd done with Amber as well,
writing a lot, accelerated pace, forging ahead but not handing in
anything, pretending to slowly be falling behind schedule so I'd have
the perfect "stay at home to get work done" excuse. I was becoming an
old hand at this, but then again I lie for a living.

Spring came and I had a decent plan in place as far as alibis and
people displacement. I started worrying about delivery systems. Doing a
bit more research had made me think of a way for optimizing the ol'
Roofie Coladas Delivery System. I'd already switched it to chocolate
milk for Amber (but I like the name, so don't give me any shit about
it) and I think I had a pretty nifty way. Turns out there are certain
chemicals which permeate through the skin, and luckily, there are
solutions out there

that act as solvents that allow other chemicals to behave the same way,
so I started experimenting.

I snuck into Sarah's room one day (thank goodness for working from
home) and coated her dildo with the compound. For the next nights I
stayed up late after fucking my wife, checking the live feed off the
cameras on my phone. Sarah snuggled up with Kaylee the first two
nights, so no action there. Every day when I was alone I would dose the
dildo again. Huh. Dose the Dildo. Cool name for a band. You heard it
here first!

The third night, my daughter was conspicuously absent from the room
come bedtime.

Switching feeds I saw that Amber was tucking her into her own room, and
that Sarah was nowhere interesting to be found (bathroom, closet, den,
etc). I went down to the kitchen and peeked into the garage. Sarah's
car was there. Weird. I made as if I was looking for something and set
about searching the house (we got a big-ass house, and I hadn't wired
all of it). Coming up with nothing, I went upstairs to Kaylee's room.
The door was open so I just peeked in through the door.

Amber was sitting on the bed, reading a story to my niece/daughter.
Kayle was drifting off to sleep, her eyes heavy, bundled to one side
but still giggling softly as Amber read to her. She reminded me so much
of my wife when she slept. I was eternally grateful that she'd
inherited her mother's side of the genes, partly so she didn't look
like me, that'd get weird pretty fast. I look nothing like Brad.

Kaylee was the spitting image of Sarah, but I could see my wife in her
a lot too, sort of like my "official" daughter, who was the spitting
image of my wife. She was cute as a button and looking at her always
filled my chest to bursting with love, just like my other kids. I would
never be able to call her my own, but I figured that being the only
father figure in her life I could fill that position anyway.

It got me major points, too. My wife loved that I was so involved in
her niece's life, of course, because she also felt as if Kaylee was
ours, pretty much, my kids looked at her like a little sister (which
she technically was) and Sarah herself had thanked me, teary eyed, more
than once whenever I stayed with her and changed her and pretty much
doted on her like a father would.

My reverie of love towards my youngest was rudely interrupted, though,
by an obstruction.

A pair of them, actually.

Amber's magnificent tits peeked out of a low cut pj-style shirt she'd
taken to wearing around the house.

It had been over two years ago that my wife had called her a floozy,
but relented in hiring her, and after we'd gotten to know her we'd all
come to love her as part of the family, and once she moved into our
guesthouse, we'd pretty much started to see her as our adoptive, older
kid. My wife and I would constantly tease her about how we'd given her
up for adoption when we were in our teens, and fate had brought her
back to us. Over time, I think she'd even started to believe that
herself, spiritually, at least. Her own family was terrible, so she'd
latched onto ours and become our eldest daughter.

Twitch, goes my penis.

Amber had on some short, bright pink, fluffy shorts on that rode up her
thighs as she sat there crosslegged on Kaylee's bed. Her shirt was
loose fitting and one of those that had wide open neck, so the tops of
her breasts were clearly visible, rising up and down as she read to my
daughter, making funny voices and sounds that did nothing to detract
from her juggaliciousness. She had a bra on, which was unfortunate, but
she always wore one in the house. It wouldn't do to let those puppies
out, being so spectacular. It might give a man ideas. Even a proper
gentleman as myself.

I could close my eyes and remember the feeling that those tits have
given my cock. I could remember how her nipples had tasted.

As she turned and saw me there, she smiled with lips that had held my
dick between them, holding up a finger so I would be quiet as she wound
down the story. In a minute, Kaylee was in la-la land, and Amber
carefully got up, giving me a wonderful flash of tiny waist above those
loose shorts, her barely contained tits jiggling as she extended one
shapely leg out to the floor first and turned, giving me a nice view of
her ass. Not as good as my wife's, or Sarah's, but still a decent bump
for her small frame. I suppose nature had to compensate for the huge
rack.

Twitch, went my penis. Again. Muscle memory.

Reaching me, Amber softly drew the door closed and stared up at me
perkily. I don't know why I found her perky, but it seemed to me that
she was. Again, it could've just been the awesome tits.

"It took forEVER for her to go to bed" she sighed.

"Well, I think she just likes hearing your voice, you're super good at
telling stories." She blushed. I'd caught her off guard.

There was this weird sort of dynamic between us, I must confess. She'd
been my writing assistant for years now, before transitioning into
live-in nanny for Kaylee.

That new closeness had brought her into the family, but I'd discovered
something about Amber once I'd installed my spycams.

Amber also touched herself often. But she did it while reading my
books.

I had several hours' worth of clips of her lying in bed, holding one of
my paperback novels in one hand and her erect nipples pointing up from
her exposed tits as she ran her fingertips across them, down to her
stomach, slipping under her panties and then back up again. The cameras
were so good I could see her moistness begin to seep into her panties
from her thinly covered pussy, and she often brought up her hand after
she'd cum up to her nose. She apparently got off on smelling her own
juices.

What a freak (says the guy who broke her arm and gave her a concussion
to cover up the day he'd raped her).

Originally, we'd hired Amber because she hadn't been familiar with my
work, and was looking for a part time job to help her pay for college
as an english major.

Editing and writing assistant had seemed like a good idea for her, but
I think something happened. I think reading my stuff, which can get
pretty graphic sometimes, started to corrupt the little darling. It
blew my mind to see that she got off on my work, and I wondered what
sort of doors that might open.

I found out about all of this after she'd moved in, of course. After
I'd already secretly fucked her. I wondered how that experience
might've been different if I'd known back then. What I knew now was
that I had this pretty (not gorgeous, honestly) nubile young woman who
looked at me as a father figure, but who secretly gave her orgasms
through his writing. Even though I was concentrating on having my way
with Sarah, I was trying hard to multitask.

There's this thing called 'grooming'. It's not just for pedofiles. Look
it up.

"You should seriously consider doing the audiobooks." I told her
softly. She blushed more furiously.

I wasn't just being manipulative (maybe 80%). Amber had really good
diction (and she could also take DICKtion, if you know what I mean..
yes I only did that for the joke. Fuck you.) and her voice was pretty
pleasant, not shrill, not too husky. I'd heard her reading to Kaylee a
few weeks earlier and I'd mentioned it in passing. Now that I knew how
much my books affected her, it brought about a whole dimension of
possibilities.

How could I use that to my advantage?

"ummm... I don't know, it could be a bit embarrassing.." she mumbled
and turned away.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 03

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-03

Third time's the.. harm?

Page 3 of 5 page(s) (20751 characters)

The saucy minx. She was looking at me from the corner of her eyes.
There was a hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth. The mouth I'd
fucked.

"Tell you what..." I switched to my Boss voice. "Tomorrow, you and I
are going to sit down in the den and do a reading. I really like this
idea, and if you don't feel comfortable I'd like to start looking for
candidates." Her eyes widened at the thought and she began to speak,
but I didn't let her.

"It'd be great to offer the audiobooks on the website, you know? I
think there's a market for them, and I need a female voice for Naa'ira,
preferably a sexy one."

That shut her up. Her mouth hung open in a cute "O" but nothing came
out. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her face was beet red.

Seed planted in her mind: "My adoptive daddy thinks I have a sexy
voice". Boom.

I didn't let her think too much on it, didn't want her rational mind to
dissect the meaning behind my words. I switched topics.

"How come Sarah's not tucking her in?"

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds before shaking herself and
answering. The color was fading from her face.

"She has a date, although she texted me it wasn't going very well. She
should be home soon."

I made a surprised face.

"Wow, after all the crap she went through with Brad, I hate seeing her
struggle like this. I'd love for her to find someone."

Yes, that was also meant to unbalance her. Are you going to keep
second-guessing me or what? I have my methods. I don't go around
criticizing everything you do when you want to take advantage of a
girl. So shut up.

Amber had to switch track again to follow the conversation.

"Uh... yeah. She says the guy got there late, and won't stop talking
about a case he's working on."

I groaned. "ugh... lawyers..." I stuck my tongue out and made a hanging
gesture. Amber laughed.

"Oh well, goodnight!" Before she could respond I gave her a quick peck
on the cheek, about half an inch from her lips, placed my hand on her
bare waist and softly squeezed. It took less than a two seconds, but as
I turned around I could feel her eyes following me. Before I turned the
corner I saw in a mirror that she was still standing there, holding an
arm across her waist, her eyes following me.

I thought that was pretty productive. I wasn't sure where it might
lead, but was happy to find out. I'm nothing if not patient.

I went into my darkened bedroom and found my wife in bed, watching TV.
She had on a similar pair of shorts as Amber had, but hers were purple.
They must've bought them

together, in one of their girls-day-out shopping sprees. She was
rubbing lotion across her long legs, and I immediately started to get
hard looking at them. Imagining how silky they'd feel wrapped around
me.

I closed the door behind me with a click. We'd taken to locking it
after the incident where Sarah had walked in while her sister was going
down on me, and the snap of the lock into place immediately signaled my
wife that fun times were to be had.

She'd been staring at the TV, but when she heard the door, she'd smiled
knowingly and looked at me from between her log lashes. Her hair was
pinned up, so she unbound it, letting it fall around her shoulders. She
knew I liked that. I noticed that she'd already applied lotion to her
chest, and I hoped it was one of the tasty organic ones, because I was
going to be running my tongue over her tits in moments.

There was no need to talk. I grinned at her, and she grinned back. She
moved over to the center of the bed and pushed her shorts down over her
sexy, smooth legs, allowing me a gorgeous view of her pussy and
asshole, then she threw the shorts at my head and spread her legs. The
sight of her, spread on the bed like a whore took me from gentle
hardening to rigor stiffness and I peeled my clothes off.

I climbed on the bed and scrabbled over her spread legs, straddling her
chest. She gasped, off guard, assuming I was going to bury my face in
her nethers, which I normally would've, but I had something I wanted to
do first.

On our headrest, there's a scarf tied across the middle post. The scarf
had been a gift from Sarah to my wife years ago, but it had never been
used for keeping warm. I quickly looped the scarf around my wife's
wrists, tight but not painful, and then I grabbed her by the hair and
pushed my cock into her mouth. I had been panting by this point, super
excited, and my wife had picked up on my need. God, she's awesome. She
knew I needed to use her, first. I had to get it out of my system. And
she enjoyed being used.

Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue slippery as it massaged my
pistoning dick. She squeezed with her lips, and I felt her struggle as
I fucked her face in an increasing tempo.

She made wet, slobbering noises, having trouble catching her breath in
between thrusts. I felt her saliva coating my balls, slapping against
her chin. My dick wasn't the largest, but it was enough for her. Fully
erect as I entered her it was enough to poke the back of her throat,
which only make her struggle more. She knew what she was doing. She
knew the struggle turned me on. The thought of her choking on my cock.

I didn't - couldn't - last long like that. After a minute I felt the
pulse in my balls and I let loose in her mouth, my seed splashing all
around and dribbling from the corners of her lips, down her chin. I
kept thrusting into her, churning my cum and spit into a froth that
spilled from her every time I withdrew. It felt amazing.

My wife's mouth was just as good as her pussy, in my opinion. And the
whole domination thing really got me going.

As I finally collapsed next to her, I loosened her wrists with one
hand. My dick, still hard, gleamed wetly in the light from the TV as
she cuddled up to me and began stroking it.

"Well, that was fun." Her face was a dribbly mess, but she looked
beautiful. Large eyes that captivated me and luscious lips that spilled
my seed. Her delicate hand stroking my cock was lovely. I didn't know
if I had another go in me, but she wasn't about to just let me have my
fun and leave her hanging.

"While we wait, face-fucker..." I would've laughed, but she climbed
over me and positioned her pussy over my face. Her lips were moist and
in need of attention. She held it there, an inch from me and I had to
snap myself out of how beautiful it was and extend my tongue out to
meet her velvety folds. As soon as I engulfed myself, tongue, lips and
nose into her sex, I felt an immediate reward. Warm lips encompassed my
cock again, and a slippery grip was timed with my lapping tongue.

This was heaven.

My wife tasted great. I loved eating her out. In this 69 position I had
to grip her by her cheeks, spreading them so I could have good access
to her clit. Her asshole gleamed with sweat, and I thought about
sticking my tongue in there, just for kicks. The things that come to
your mind when you're in love, I suppose.

I kept lapping at her pleasure button and also brought my fingers into
play, sliding them into her moist tunnel two at a time, left hand, then
right hand. I felt her shudder against me, and her slobbering over my
cock got slower. That was fine, I was concentrating on getting her off
anyway. Every time my fingers came out of her pussy I would spread her
wetness all around, with a very clear goal in mind.

Over the minutes, as I ate her out, I moistened her asshole.

She felt me doing it, but was used to it by now, and knew that I'd be
trying to skewer her ass later. In the meanwhile, she'd laid her head
on my waist sideways, licking my shaft up and down, moaning softly as I
kept pleasuring her. Her orgasm was rising, I could feel it. First her
hips began to contract, then her stomach started flexing
uncontrollably, and her grip tightened on my dick. I felt her catch her
breath and placed the flat of my tongue against the side of her clit,
and moved my whole head from side to side, simultaneously pulling her
closer down on top of me.

My dick, which she'd slid back into her mouth, popped out from between
her lips with an audible slurp. I couldn't see her face, but I knew
she'd be scrunching up her eyes, mouth open, as her climax hit her.

"oooooooouuughhhh.... aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh... fuck... fuck... " she moaned
as the waves of pleasure spasmed through her. I took this opportunity
to stick my index finger in her ass. It was so wet and sweaty that it
slid all the way in easily. Immediately her asshole tightened, but I
started twirling it around and her spasming waist began to tremble as
my anal attention extended her orgasm. I had been hoping for that.
Hoping that one good climax with something of mine in her ass would
help her.

Finger, dick or tongue, I had to start somewhere.

She kept grinding on my face and I kept exploring her asshole with one
finger, she began to kiss and moan around my dick again, holding on to
it for dear life. I kept licking her slit from clit to taint. Pushing
my tongue into her and dousing myself with her nectar.

She pushed herself off my cock and I slowly withdrew my finger from her
ass and felt it tug at each knuckle. No way was she ready to take me in
yet, I thought. I didn't have time to be disappointed though. She
immediately straddled me, my erection was still holding firm, and she
placed her dripping pussy lips over my shaft.

We didn't say a word. We just looked into each other's eyes and found
the wild lust we felt for each other. Her hair was sweaty and matted on
her shoulders. She'd cum hard. I had cum hard in her mouth too, but her
oral attentions and the feeling of her wet, puffy pussy lips wrapped
around my cock were making my balls tighten again.

She was panting as she positioned her pussy at the tip of my cock and
pressed herself down harder, our legs intertwining, giving each other
leverage as I raised my hips, facilitating my penis' entry into her
naughty love hole. Slipping inside her felt like coming home. I don't
care what other people say, my wife's pussy felt as tight as ever. I
think she did some exercises that kept it like that. As her vaginal
canal enveloped me, and I heard her gasp as she shuddered, I wondered
why I felt the need to fuck other women. I really did have everything I
needed here...

She began riding me, her hips swaying, tight body a 20 year old without
kids would be envious of keeping a secret rhythm, her hands on my chest
and her head thrown back, hair dangling behind her. Her top looked like
it was painted on, stuck to her body slick with sweat, beads of it
running down across her chest, between her tight, perfectly sized
breasts, which I was holding on to. My palm rubbed her hardened nipples
across the sweaty fabric.

I don't know how long we kept that up, I was lost and mesmerized by
this wildcat, riding my dick like there was no tomorrow, but it
couldn't have been long. I felt my eyes cross as her pussy kept
tightening up on me, and my semen burst into her, filling her up. I
groaned, but she didn't need that to know her pussy'd made me cum. She
kept riding me, squeezing every last drop from me.

She slowed down after a while and bent over me, her hair cascading over
our faces as we kissed, and kept kissing for a long while.

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My wife was asleep next to me, snoring softly, contentedly. She had
bundled the covers over herself but her ass had peeked out, winking at
me. I could see pearly gleams dripping from her pussy, my cum leaking
out of her.

I was laying in bed, recovering from the awesome fuck and thinking
about how I would approach Amber the next day, when I heard a car
outside, in the driveway.

I got up carefully and peeked out the window. There was a black
mercedes straddling the driveway, and Sara was getting out of the car.
She slammed the door in the face of some guy who had apparently been
trying to go in for a kiss.

She walked towards the front door as the car screeched out into the
street. I thought I heard a muffled "BITCH!" as it sped away. Classy
guy. I noticed Sarah swayed a bit as she walked.

I grabbed my robe quickly, threw it around my shoulders and hastened
downstairs as quietly as I could. I took the back hallway into the
kitchen and got there just ahead of Sara. I pretended I'd been digging
around the fridge.

Sarah walked in behind me and I heard her stumble to a stop.

"Oh, I didn't know anyone was awake." Her voice was low and slurred. I
turned around and saw her eyes were filled to the brim with unshed
tears.

"Hey.. are you ok?" I moved closer to her and drew her in for a hug.
She let herself be embraced, and I noticed that she smelled of booze.
She must've been putting them away at dinner.

She was small, smaller than my wife, so her head fit nicely under my
chin and before I knew it she had wrapped her arms around my waist,
looking for comfort, but catching the loosely tied robe on her bracelet
and dragging it open, so that she was actually pressing her face into
my hairy chest. I felt her face against my skin and it electrified me.
I heard her warm, alcohol-heavy breath catch in her throat in a quiet
gasp. I froze. I could feel her tears falling on my chest.

The robe had contained most of the sex smell, I think, but flashing it
open threw a whiff out around us, and I looked down at her, snug in my
arms, wearing a skimpy little black dress, and me with a wide open robe
and boxer shorts. She looked up into my eyes, then down at my near
nakedness and back up at me, and giggled. Through the tears, she
actually snuggled up more into me.

"Of course, it figures you guys were fucking..." She giggled drunkenly,
a bit hysterically, I thought. I held her away from me and closed my
robe (so she wouldn't see my stiffening dick) then hugged her again,
patting her head. Remember kids, patience is key. Sarah had gotten
pretty used to my hands on her in the past years. Hugs, squeezes,
pokes. I hear that's how you tame wild horses. Still, bare skin was
probably too much, which is why I'd covered up. I had my secret
identity as the run of the mill good guy to protect, remember... Then
again, she had snuggled up...

"You ok, sweetie?" I felt her tears flowing more freely now, dampening
my robe.

"God, I miss sex."

Twitch, goes the penis.

I didn't feel it would be appropriate to comment, so I let her talk.

"Every guy I meet is so eager, so willing to sleep with me, but I can't
bring myself to do it. My friends say I should have a fling, a one
night stand kind of thing, to just fucking get laid."

Dick hardening. No comments. Not safe. Think things through carefully.
The loose tongue could be attributed to the alcohol, I figured.

"But every single one has been just... gross. Not ugly, really, just...
ugh. I can't see myself fucking any of them."

This news update brought to you by my penis: So. Fucking. Hard.

"I even got drunk today, saying: Enough is enough! I need to fuck
somebody."

Holy. Shit. No way. This is not real.

"But that guy.. just... just..."

She pushed away from me suddenly, bending over the sink and hurling.

aaaaaaaaaand my erection's... still there, actually.

Seeing her bent over the sink, her snug black dress had ridden up her
thighs. The heaving and arching motion was actually quite interesting.
It reminded me of the time I'd fucked her in the pool.

I helped her keep her hair out of the goop and rubbed her back. She was
sobbing in between heaves now. It was sad, a little pathetic, but also
kind of hot, in a desperate, helpless way. Pretty fucked up, but my
dick wasn't softening. Luckily she was too drunk to notice.

"You'd fuck me, right?" Her voice sounded awfully loud, even though it
had been a whisper.

I swallowed. What to do?

"You fuck my sister pretty much every day, you must have some left
over." She growled.

It wasn't the time. She was angry and bitter. Not good planting season.

I kept rubbing her back, letting her spew her misery out with her
dinner. She remained quiet for a few moments, crying, rinsing out her
mouth with tap water. Then she turned around and hugged me again. Too
quick for me to react, so when she pressed herself against me, my dick
was caught full frontal against her. I tried to separate our waists
quickly but it was too late. She stiffened, and looked down. The robe
was bent at an acute angle, poking her.

I stammered. Shit. Fuck. But Sarah just smiled, as if it had been
exactly what she wanted to hear.

"It's ok." She whispered.

"Sarah- I.." She placed a finger on my lips.

"Shhh..." She slurred. "It's ok."

She placed her hand on my robe-covered dick. Sarah. My sister in law.
Her hand? Yeah, it's on my dick. As much fear as I felt (I admit it) at
that very moment, adrenaline kicked in and my erection grew as she held
it.

Her eyes widened appreciatively, half lidded and sexy as hell, she
started rubbing me through the robe. She leaned into me and pressed her
face up into my neck.

My mind went fucking blank. Me, who always planned ahead, who was
always staying 2 or 3 steps in front of every situation... I was left
fucking stranded in the middle of nowhere. I didn't know what the fuck
to do. Do I push her off? Keep the good guy act? Then play it off as if
it never happened tomorrow, so I could reap possible fruits in the
future? Do I make a move and risk everything? My entire life, for an
ad-hoc opportunity that might never come again?

We were in the kitchen in the middle of the night. My drunk as hell
sister in law's hand has been rubbing my cock for the past two minutes
as she's nuzzling my neck, and I've been standing there paralyzed. Does
not compute. My chip fried. I honestly don't know what to fucking do.

Sarah slips her hand into my robe, into my boxers and grabs my dick
properly.

"I just want to see it..." she mumbles. I feel her breath on my neck
and the cool air on my dick. It's still a bit sticky from my wife's
juices and my cum, but Sarah starts stroking it.

She's gazing intently at my dick in her hand. My cock is average in
size and girth, but her hand is small and delicate. It looks big. As
she strokes, her palm gets stuck to it because of the residues from
earlier, but this only means that I feel her tugs more.

Sarah starts to breathe heavily, still staring at my penis in her hand.
I think I might burst a blood vessel.

I look down and see her open her mouth and let a drip of spit fall on
my cock. Sarah's spit. On my cock. Again. The self made lubricant
speeds things along and now she's stroking at a good rhythm my ever
hardening penis. I have to say, even though my mind's frozen in
screensaver mode, it feels awesome. She may not have gotten laid in two
years, but Sarah definitely knew her stuff. Like riding a bike.

My lizard brain was winning. I was going to let this happen, wherever
it led. Part of me was screaming FUUUUUUCK! but I couldn't tear myself
away from her.

Sarah was moaning softly now and squirming against me, rubbing her
thighs together. Her hand was jerking me off so well that I was sure I
would cum at any second.

She raises her gaze towards me, and I think I can see my awestruck
expression reflected in her eyes. She's somewhere else, I realize.
She's gone so long without contact that she's literally just using me,
a safe harbor in her mind, to find solace. It's heartbreaking, really.
I want to kiss her. I want to slide my hands up her legs and tear her
panties off, bury myself inside her and fill her up again.

Still looking at me I see her slip her other hand in between her legs,
the dress rides higher up her thighs. She closes her eyes and continues
stroking both of us to completion. She's going to make me cum.

Her eyes widen as she feels my hand on the back of her neck. How did it
get there? I have no idea.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 03

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-03

Third time's the.. harm?

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Sara keeps looking at me and whatever she sees in my eyes, she takes as
an invitation, because she leans forward and kisses my neck. Her hand
continues her dance around my dick. I feel her wet tongue on my skin.
My balls are about to burst.

She kisses her way down my chest, tracing her way with her tongue,
still touching herself and stroking me. When she reaches my cock,
standing proudly next to her face, she looks up at me. My hand is now
on the top of her head. Is that a glint of hesitation? A glimmer of the
road we were about to take, from which there would be no return?

I don't know, because she closes her eyes and opens her mouth and
gobbles up my dick between her lips.

Holy fuck. I remembered her.

I remembered how her mouth, so small, stretched around my dick. How
warm and wet it had felt. Everything else was different.

Her tongue swirled around my prick, perfectly timed with her stroking
hand. Slurping noises sound loud as hell in a kitchen after midnight,
but I couldn't bring myself to move or stop her. It was amazing. My
wife knew how to suck cock. She was great at it. She was a pro.

Sarah was a master.

I hadn't noticed when I raped her, of course, because she'd been
unconscious. But now, the way she cupped my balls and just used her
tongue, ran it across and around the head of my dick, then nibbled
softly on the tip before slapping it on her tongue, then sliding and
licking up and down my shaft and slurping me back inside her..

well.. it killed me. I came. Almost immediately. I think I lasted about
30 seconds inside her experienced mouth.

I didn't think about it. Muscle memory. I pushed on the back of her
head as I came, and my dick poked the back of her throat, spilling my
baby juice across her tonsils. Wild spurts that must've filled her
mouth. She didn't pull away. She didn't react or gag like my wife. She
took my dick in its entirety and only pulled back a bit so she could
swallow. Then she kept sucking.

I was about to lose my mind. She kept going, sucking and slurping, my
cum and her spit dribbling down her chin, falling on her dress and the
floor. The kitchen echoed the sounds of the betrayal.

I was officially cheating. With my wife's sister, no less. In our
house. With my wife and kids asleep in the floor above.

I looked down at Sarah. She was looking up at me, a glint of something
in her heavy lidded eyes. She kept sucking me, slowing down gradually.
She moaned something around my dick. She pulled it out of her mouth,
swallowed again and looked up at me.

"You taste... familiar..." a chill gripped my spine at those words. She
looked down at my dripping cock, which was still grazing her lips.
"I... did we ever...?"

Oh Shit. I instinctively tightened my hand in her hair, petrified, and
she cringed, moaning. No way she could remember what my cum tasted,
right? Not after two years?

Could she?

She'd let go of my dick when I pulled her hair, and was holding on to
my wrist. The image of her kneeling in front of me, my hand in her
hair, her face streaked with cum and spit pushed everything out of my
mind, even the fear. It was easily the most erotic thing I'd ever seen
in my life. So forbidden. My dick spasmed and from somewhere in the
reserves a drop of cum beaded on the head.

This drew Sarah's eyes towards it and she seemed to lose her train of
thought. She reached out with her tongue and licked the drop of semen
from the head of my cock.

I felt a shiver coarse up my spine as I felt her do it, and when I saw
her swallow and look up at me.

"Can you help me out? I'm having some trouble..." She said drunkenly.
She looked down at herself, her hand flicking between her thighs. She
looked up at me again and gave me an incredibly sexy smile, made all
the more intoxicating by the smeared makeup, cum on her chin and teary
cheeks.

Holy fuck. This had actually happened. And she wanted more.

I bent down and picked her up and carried her to her room. She swung
her legs out and threw her arms around my neck. Her head hung limply
back and I had to be careful navigating the hall. Her room was a second
master bedroom in the ground floor, so it should give a little bit more
privacy.

I was in this now. Whatever happens, you pay for the whole thing,
whether it's the tip or the entire shaft, there was no going back, I
knew.

I plopped Sarah down on her bed unceremoniously and she giggled. Fuck.
I realized again that she was super drunk. This was no longer a
spinnable case of "the heat of the moment". She was seriously impaired.
This moment here, towering over her as she raises her legs up and
attempts to remove her panties, her dress splashed with my cum, one
strap broken from when I picked her up. There's no way anyone buys that
I didn't take advantage of her. Even if in fact I kind of felt taken
advantage of myself. It's a stupid argument, and regardless of whether
it held up in court, there really was no going back with my wife from
this.

In the morning, my life would be over. No way that Sarah lets this be a
clandestine thing, a secret. We live in the same house for crying out
loud. Sisters come first, I knew. No matter how much she loved me, my
wife would side with Sarah if this bitch said I took advantage of her.

Then, I realized that someone up there still likes me.

Ding! That's the sound of a light bulb going off in my head, if you
didn't realize.

The Roofie Colada Missile! The Forget-me-now-dildo! The.. ah fuck it.
You get the point.

Sarah was twisting on the bed, having successfully navigated her
panties off her heels, which had tangled them up. I could see her
pussy, the one I'd only been able to see on video for the past two
years, moist and calling to me. It was right there. Fuck.

No! Bad lizard brain!

Pretend I mentally slapped myself. Fuck this shit. I'm in charge of
this. I can do this. I can spin this. Dr Jones! a Spin Doctor! (don't
think of the shitty band).

I went over to her night table, where she kept the monster, and took it
out. Sarah had gotten on all fours and was pointing her ass to me.

"Come on.. give it to me baby.." her words were getting sloppier.

Aaaand there goes my cock again. Fuck. I didn't have my camera with me.
Then I remembered (and later I could totally see myself perk up at the
realization in the recordings from the spy cams), I was covered. I just
had to make sure I didn't get in the way. I went to Sarah and grabbed
her around the waist, pulling her towards the other side of the bed in
a 180 so that she was facing the camera on the ceiling vent.

"Please fuck me, I want you so bad... I need it..."

Deep inside, I knew she wasn't really talking to me. The drunkenness,
frustration and pent up horniness had exploded and she was way beyond
coherent thought. Her face was buried into the covers, her ass was
pointed at me, and I was standing at attention, dildo in hand.

I was careful not to touch from the dosed part, and I laid it down
carefully next to the pillow. I was going to enjoy myself, first. I
lightly spanked Sarah's ass and she cooed accordingly. She looked back
at me and blew me a kiss.

"I've wanted you for a long time, you know...ever since you started
writing that filthy, filthy stuff..."

My knees were shaking. Was that true? I couldn't afford to get my hopes
up. I had to keep my focus. I rubbed my cock along her slit and she
shuddered, hands twisting and wringing the sheets. She was so primed.
She needed this. I needed this. It was basically a public service.

I positioned the head of my dick right in the center of her lips and
she froze, panting. I prodded her a bit with it and I swear that she
was about to cum from the expectation. I couldn't hold back anymore. I
pushed my dick into Sarah's pussy. Fuck, she was also still tight.
Maybe it was a genetic thing. Maybe all my wife's female relatives had
tight pussies.

Sarah started to moan loudly so I grabbed her hair and pushed her face
back down into the covers as I fucked her into the bed. I fell on top
of her small body and drove my dick into her like I had years ago. I
could feel her convulsing and shaking as her climax took her, but I
kept drilling into her, pistoning in and out in quick repetitions that
made her scream into the covers. After a minute of that I let up on her
head so she could gasp for air. The smooth, wet walls inside her that I
had previously coated with my seed squeezed me tight in their warm
embrace, soft and wet sounds bouncing off the walls interspersed with
grunts from my sister in law.

I was so worked up, I kept fucking her for longer than I should have.
Before I knew it, my own orgasm was upon me and I just... couldn't pull
out of that pussy. Fuck it. Seeing her trapped beneath me, moaning and
grunting as I invaded her sacred garden was just way too exciting. I
spilled my seed inside her again, throwing caution to the wind.

I kept grinding into her until I shot my last load, grunting and trying
not to break her in half. Like I said, she's smaller than my wife, and
I'm a relatively strong, largish guy.

Sarah was moaning still, riding that wave as I kept fucking her.

I came to my senses long enough to remember the plan. I reached back
and grabbed the dildo. Before my dick softened, spent, I started giving
her long thrusts with rests in between, until she was cooing and biting
the sheets. In between thrusts I slipped out of her and inserted the
dildo. I don't think my penis has ever been sadder to leave a pussy.

Immediately Sarah perked up, lifting her head, dazed.

"Oh god! Again? You're so big! Why are you torturing me, give me all of
it!"

Well, there goes my self esteem...

I kept my left hand pushing her head down into the covers, making sure
she hadn't noticed the switch, and kept awkwardly fucking her with the
dildo. I was afraid that the compound in this new presentation wouldn't
work. The theory was sound, but who knows? I certainly don't, I'm not a
doctor. The doctor in the family had been cuckolded and had run away to
Africa to help poor children. What an asshole.

I needn't have worried so much. After a couple of minutes, Sarah
stopped squirming with pleasure, even though I had the rhythm down pat.
She no longer moaned and when I lifted her head it just flopped back
down.

Well, this was familiar ground.

I laid back, exhausted. Sarah didn't stir. The dildo was still crammed
up inside her, the end poking out from underneath her puckered asshole.

Dare I?

I looked at the clock on the night table. 1 AM.

I think I dared.

Composing myself, I went back to her nightstand and withdrew a jar of
lube I'd seen her use when masturbating. My poor dick had been soft and
shriveled, tired, but the thought of being in Sarah's ass was too
enticing, and he began to wake up again. I carefully lubed up Sarah's
asshole, and started rubbing my dick on it, feeling it slowly harden.

I checked to see that she was still unconscious, and began to fuck her
in the ass. It was much, much easier now. Her sphincter had been
loosened enough that it was almost like her pussy. I guessed that she
must've been ANALizing herself more often than I'd thought. A question
for another day.

Her ass felt great. That feeling I remember of tightness around the
base and a bit more freedom once inside her was still the same, and I
fucked her slowly for about ten minutes. Having already cum so many
times in the space of six hours, when I came, it was just a small
spurt, but it still felt incredible. It's the knowing, I'm sure.
Knowing that I've invaded her where nobody else has. Well, except for
mr dildo baggins.

I pushed myself off of her, made sure she was breathing, everything was
as it should be, and then sat down to assess the situation.

I might, just might, get out of this one, but I had to really work for
it.

First thing I did was get rid of her dress. It had my evidence on it. I
stripped it off of her... thought about fucking her face again, but
decided against it, then went to her en suite and dropped it in the
tub, which I filled with warm water and some salts and shit I found
there. Hopefully all those aromatherapy products would be good for
wiping babyjuice off a dress. I staged the bathroom as best I could,
taking off her heels and picking up her panties and dropping them into
the bath along with the dress.

I wanted there to be no doubt of how drunk she'd been when she'd gotten
home. I went out to the kitchen and cleaned up the cum and spit that
was on the floor. The puke I left in the sink. Supporting evidence. I
took a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, her favorite brand,
and dumped half of it down the drain. I took a scotch glass and wrapped
it in a towel, then carefully broke it, and spread the pieces around
the kitchen counter, hoping to make it seem like she was having trouble
handling things.

I took the bottle back to her room and just doused her with it. I got
it on the bed, on her hair, on the carpet. Then I took it to the
bathroom and dropped it into the toilet, with a finger of whiskey left.

I debated leaving her on the bed, but even with the dildo inside her,
it looked too much like she'd been fucked. The sheets were mussed up,
and it smelled like sex. I had another ding moment, but less of a
realization and more of a "duh!". I went to the attic and got another
dose of the compound. I wanted to be extra careful.

Back in her room I picked her up carefully and dribbled about half of
the Roofie Colada mix into her mouth, and held her nose until she
swallowed reflexively. I immediately felt a little better. This had a
proven track record, at least, of blurring memory and distorting the
perception of time.

I carried Sarah, dildo still inside her, to the tub. I did my best to
lay her down carefully and as I've mentioned, luckily she's on the
smallish side, barely 5'3" and slender. The dress had been soaking for
about an hour now and I had a great idea I wish I'd thought of earlier.
It'd be better it she never managed to get the dress off. So I
struggled for about a half hour to get this wet, raggedy dress on her
and gave up halfway, before realizing that it looked perfect like that.

I stepped back and walked the scene, like in cop shows.

Police man: Female, drunk, staggers into bathroom attempting to
disrobe. Whiskey bottle is dropped into toilet, shoes, underwear and
dress indicate that she was attempting to disrobe. Personal massaging
device is inserted into vulva.

I had an idea, but it made me hesitate.

Sell this, asshole! I thought. This is your life.

I went back to the kitchen and grabbed another glass. I repeated the
breaking trick with the towel, but this time I dropped them next to the
toilet. I took the bottle and spilled some around the floor. Then I
took the longest piece of the glass and grabbed Sarah's hand...

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Wait.

Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her!

Jeeeez, I'm cold and calculating but not that far. I doubt I could
bring myself to go that far.

There. Final proof that I'm not a monster. Just a really fucked up
individual, honest.

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I cut Sarah's finger with the sharp glass, as superficially as I could,
until blood welled, then I dropped the glass, watching it shatter
again. I placed the curtain in her bloody hand and pulled, snapping the
curtain rod off.

Policeman: Cut her hand, lost balance , grabbed curtain, fell and hit
head.

I grimaced, but I knew I had to sell this. I lifted her head from the
lip of the tub and praying that I didn't hurt her too much, let it drop
against the edge. It made an awful sounding 'thud', but I hoped that
was just my imagination worrying. I propped her arm out of the tub, to
make sure she wouldn't fall into the water, then I figured, why risk
it, and drained the tub. Fuck it. It's really not worth risking that. I
positioned her right heel over the drain plug so it seemed like she
knocked it loose.

I stepped back and reconstructed the scene. I'd buy it. Her finger bled
a little more but the cut was shallow enough that it slowed when I
pressed it against her stomach.

Going back over her room I had opened the windows to let in fresh air,
and it seemed to me that the sex smell was mostly gone, so I closed
them again and rearranged the bed a bit to look as if she had started
playing with herself in bed before moving to the tub. With the scent
plugins she had, the room should be ok by morning.

A final touch occurred to me, kind of gross, but I figured, what the
hell?

I stuck my finger down my throat until I puked, getting it all over the
alcohol-soaked sheets.

Ugh. The things I do to keep my ass from going to jail.

I closed the door and locked it from the inside. That was that.

The kitchen was good, so I just went back upstairs and sat in our
bathroom for a bit. Going over everything.

What if she remembered, after all?

I thought I had a plan of action, so I took a quick, quiet shower and
went back to bed, next to my oblivious, adorable wife.

I didn't sleep a wink.

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I heard Kaylee wake, first. I had been awake as the dawn had crept over
the horizon hours earlier and our room was bathed in quiet, hazy light
of a gray mid morning spring day. Looked like it was going to rain. I
kept expecting the crash of reality to come rushing into this
tranquility.

I felt my wife stir with Kaylee's cry, maternal instincts honed over
years kicking in and her eyes snapping awake. It's funny because any
other noise, phone, garbage truck rolling by, TV, me fucking her sister
senseless, etc, she could sleep through, but not a baby's cry. She
rolled over lazily, stretching, remembering that it wasn't actually our
baby, those days had gone already. I forced myself to smile and kissed
her, getting up and taking a piss while she went to check on our niece.

I was worried. I was scared stiff. I didn't know what today held.

I didn't want to be the one to find Sarah. Then I thought, maybe that
would be better. I kept agonizing over the best scenario.

It was all moot anyway. My son's voice rang from downstairs.

"Mooooom! Daaaaaad! You should come look at this!"

I swear my balls tried to jump up into my body and my sphincter
tightened so hard it would've crushed a walnut. I'd never been so
scared, or apprehensive, before. Not the first time I did Sarah, at her
old house, and not when I had my way with Amber, in what was now
Kaylee's room. I felt like a ton of bricks had been forced down my
throat, and I got dizzy.

Holy shit. It was time.

I came out into the hall and saw my wife coming out with Kaylee in her
arms. She had a perplexed look on her face and I made a "who knows"
gesture. When we got to the kitchen I was immediately flashed back to
the previous night.

Sarah, of her own free will... or drunken will... seriously impaired
judgement, let's be honest... had jerked me off and then blown me.
Blown me was a poor description of it. She'd given me the most amazing
and erotic blowjob I've ever gotten. She'd swallowed my cum like a
champ. And she'd been drunk off her ass. I could only dream of what she
could do when sober.

My flashback was interrupted by my son excitedly showing us the broken
glass and mess on the counter.

"Jesus, do you think someone broke in?" my wife asked, worried.

I told them to stay behind me as I walked through the house, bat in
hand. I think I played the part well. When we found no evidence of a
break in, my wife said we should check on Sarah. We sent our son to his
room to check on his sister, carrying the baby.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 03

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-03

Third time's the.. harm?

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We went to Sarah's room and I felt my world crashing around me as my
wife opened the door. Fuck. It wasn't locked. That meant that Sarah had
gotten up already. I froze. I'm pretty sure I could've gotten good odds
that I was about to shit my pants.

My wife entered the room quietly and I peeked inside.

The sheets were thrown in a bundle in a corner. The room was dark, but
a light could be seen from beneath the bathroom door. The sink was
running. I thought I could hear the brushing of teeth.

"Sarah?" My wife called. "Are you ok?"

The sink shut off and I saw as the door started to open. I couldn't do
it. I pussied out. I ducked back away from the door and leaned against
the wall, trying to hear.

"Yes, I'm fine." At least she sounded ok. "I... think I might've done
something stupid last night..."

"What happened to your hand?"

"I cut myself like an idiot, and fell over in the tub." I heard Sarah
sigh. "I got very stupidly drunk last night. I think I..." The knife in
my guts didn't relent.

What did she remember?

"Could you get me some aspirin? I couldn't find it in the closet."

"Sure." My wife stepped out of the room with a smirk on her face. She
looked at me and pointed back inside with a thumb. "Hey, she's decent.
Hold miss Jane Walker up while I got get some aspirin." She rolled her
eyes and left me there.

I didn't want to go in.

"Are you there?" Sarah asked.

Oh. Fuck.

I manned up. Music to face.

I peeked meekly through the door. Sarah was sitting on her bare
mattress, a thick robe around herself. I saw she'd bandaged her finger.
She motioned me to come in, looking at the floor. I went and stood next
to her.

"There's no aspirin. I have it here. I just think we should talk."

My knees almost gave out. I had to force myself to not break down
crying and beg for her forgiveness. I felt my face growing red and
tears well. There was a vice around my chest. I couldn't breathe.

"I'm sorry." She said, taking my left hand in hers and kissing it.

Hold the phone. What was this?

"I know I placed you in an awful position last night." She was welling
up.

GULP.

"You came to help me and I... I just needed someone." A sob wracked her
body and before I knew what I was doing I was kneeling next to her and
holding her. This time she was the one wearing the robe, but I tried to
push those thoughts away from me. She was tucked into my arms again,
like the previous night.

"I'm so lonely. You have no idea." She wailed. "And I see you two have
this perfect marriage... and... and... can you forgive me?"

What was I supposed to forgive? I had no idea what to say? What did she
remember??? I had begun to sweat. I was more confused by the second.

"You don't have to say anything. It was all me. You just... comforted
me. I don't expect things to change, and I don't want to hurt you two."

I couldn't bear it anymore, I had to ask. I pulled back from her and
held her at arms length.

"What do you remember from last night?"

She couldn't meet my eyes.

"I... I had this terrible date with a fucking asshole." She sniffled.
"I was still planning on sleeping with him, though. Because I just..."
She put her face in her hands, embarrassed.

I waited. After a minute she raised her head and wiped her face with
the edge of her robe.

"I couldn't go through with it, he was just... awful. And then I came
in and you were there, in the kitchen, holding me, and I thought: 'why
can't I find someone like him?'"

I gulped, bracing for what came next.

"Then I... I don't know what happened. You were holding me, but I sort
of... needed more. I..." She shut her eyes and looked away. "I grabbed
your dick."

All true. You were my witnesses. I still wasn't feeling any better,
though. So far she'd been spot on. She looked at me, expectantly. There
was something she needed from me.

"And I let you..." I breathed softly.

Tension seemed to flow out of her. She nodded. She grabbed my hand
again. Her palms were slick with tears.

10 points for House Rapeyndorr.

"I... gave you head?"

Ice in my veins. Inferno in my head. I felt a flush pass through me. Oh
fuck.

I nodded, breathing hard.

"I remember..." she whispered. "...you came in my mouth."

NOT THE TIME, ERECTION! Jeeeez talk about inappropriate.

She was actually looking down at my shorts. I knew they were
tightening. She squeezed my hand, hard.

And then... my mind did a 180. Something shifted and I looked at her
again in a new light.

Sarah was breathing hard too. Her voice had grown husky. Her palms
weren't slick with tears, but with sweat. I could see it glistening on
her neck. She met my eyes and I saw something of I had seen last night
in them.

Hooooooly shit.

"And then you carried me here..." She shrugged. "I don't remember much
after that..."

I just breathed. I didn't dare speak.

"I wanted to fuck you." She said in a whispered rush. "I wanted you to
be inside me." Her hand had inched up my wrist and was gripping my
forearm. My dick was officially making a tent out of my shorts. She
glanced down and gasped.

Looking up, our eyes met.

She knew. She had to know.

"Sarah..."

She raised her hand again, placing a finger on my lips to shush me,
like she had last night.

"You didn't stay..." She was shaking her head. Looking into my eyes.

I couldn't speak even if she'd let me.

"You left me here, and I ..." She glanced towards her nightstand. Where
the monster was hidden.

Could I really be so lucky?

"I wanted it to be you..." her voice had gotten progressively quieter.
"I dreamed it was you..."

We heard footsteps in the hall, and I quickly moved to sit next to her
and put an arm around her shoulders, hiding my erection. Sarah leaned
her head against me.

I could smell her. She'd cleaned up, but she hadn't showered yet. I
could smell the sex on her, this close, muted under some of the
aromatherapy crap I'd poured in the bathtub, but underneath it all... I
could still smell her pussy. The robe was covering it up.

My wife stepped into the room. "I have no clue where those pills are."
If she seemed taken aback by me holding her sister like that, she
didn't show it. Once again, what have I said about establishing a track
record of trustworthiness?

She smiled and gave a short laugh. "Well, aren't you cute?" She stepped
over to me and sat on my lap. Luckily I was hunching over and my dick
was pressed into my stomach, so she didn't notice my hard on, which she
wasn't helping by flashing her legs at me like that and having her
plump ass bounding on my knee.

"Hung over much?" Looking closer at her sister, she put her hand on
Sarah's forehead. "Are you coming down with a fever? You're burning up.
You're all sweaty."

Sarah smiled wanly and got up, squeezing my hand on the opposite side,
hidden from my wife's view.

"No, I feel good. Just a headache. I got a little tipsy last night, but
I'm... great." She was turned away from us, but I met her eyes through
the mirror on her vanity. "Just... great."

She kept staring at me.

She had to know. Didn't she? She'd given the indication that she'd
bought the dildo story, but... was she faking? Why?

Could she really keep this a secret?

I couldn't do anything else other than follow along. The lie had to
become the truth until something else happened. I wasn't going to
fucking say anything.

My daughter peeked into the room, carrying Kaylee. The toddler cried
out happily and threw her arms out for her mom to carry her. Sarah
smiled and held her close, rocking her. My wife got off my lap and set
about braiding our daughter's disheveled hair.

All the while, Sarah looked into my eyes through the reflection. She
smiled with what seemed like a hopeful expression. Kaylee giggled in
her arms and waved at me through the mirror.

I smiled back at her and her mother. Sarah's smile widened.

She had to know.

Third time had come and gone. I was well and truly caught. At her
mercy.

From the looks she was giving me, I could think of worse places to be.

Story Tags: sister-in-law; non-consent; drugged; sisinlaw

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