Go through the plan

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"I'll go get the pills." you say as you run up the stairs "You guys pour the juice. You tiptoe in front of your sister's room so she won't hear you as you creep into your parent's bedroom room. After frivolously searching the master bathroom for the pills, you manage to find them behind the cough syrup in the medicine cabinet. You have to climb onto the counter to reach them though.

Again, you tip toe back down the stairs where your friends were waiting with the juice. You take it and plop in 4 pills inside and wait for them to dissolve.

"Whoa man, isn't 4 too many?", Jim says with a concerned look.

"The more the better. Wish me luck guys."

Careful not to spill, you slowly make your way to your sister's room. Your heart is literally going to jump out of your chest. Hopefully the butterflies in your stomach won't make you pussy out. When you reach Rachel's room, you take a deep breath before entering.

You knock.

"What do you wannnt dweeb?" Rachel sounds half asleep, but definitely drunk.

"I came here to give you some juice in case you were thirsty. I figured you wouldn't want to come down stairs with a bunch of my friends down there."

"Ok *hick* give me a minute.", she replies. You wait for the rustling to stop before you enter.

You open the door, and see that your sister is rubbing her eyes dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a camisole. They didn't leave much at all to the imagination. You swear you can see a dark patch on her panties.

She takes the drink and gulps it all down in one, long go and hand you the cup back.

"Thanks Alex, you're not *hick* that bad after all." she says almost with sincerity in her eyes.

A wave of guilt washes over you knowing what was about to happen. You leave with a rock hard shame boner and an empty cup of guilt.

Downstairs, you friends were eagerly waiting for your report.

"Did that bitch take da bait?", Tyler says.

"Yeah she drank it all. And don't call her a bitch. She's still me sister." you shoot back.

"Whatchu talkin bout homie? We bout to fuck her brains out." he laughs.



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