Thread: Living on a Thin Line (Novocaine & Sweetnothings) [Incest, Enslavement, Futa]

Jacqueline watched her sister's butt sway as she strode to the bathroom to change. In her mind, she had already decided on the course of action. Surreptitiously she reached for a small wooden box on the lower shelf of the coffee table, swiftly lifting out a tiny opaque plastic bag with a white powder inside. Tilting some of the contents inside Joscelyn's glass, she was very cautious with the dosage. Rohypnol. More commonly known as the date rape drug. In strong doses it caused the victim to fall asleep, often suffering amnesia. Jacqueline grinned widely as she gave her sister half a dosage, she didn't want her to forget what she was going to do to her tonight. Just make her more... Pliable. The bag disappeared as quickly it had appeared, leaning back in the couch with a self-content grin Jacqueline sipped her wine just as her sister returned. Simply Marvelous darling. She reciprocated in a faked British accent at her sister's antics. Tapping the empty seat next to her while giving the young girl a luscious smile. Tried as she might, Jacqueline took every opportunity to search for something that resembled herself in Joscelyn. A hint of rage rushed through her features, she knew exactly how strict her parents had been to the young girl ever since she left. What she saw before her was a girl in desperate need to unwind. She took Joscelyn's hand in her own and caressed it It's so nice to spend time with you, we don't do that nearly enough. Raising the glass of wine she clinked it and beamed a smile then proceeded to take a large sip. Pulling the white shirt she had given to her sister, she dragged her closer. The difference in size wasn't too noticeable as they sat next to each other. Inhaling Joscelyn's scent she made a mental note of how long it would take until the drug would take effect. There is no reason why you and I can't have our own fun. Jacqueline cooed in her sisters ear, in truth she was angry at herself for having to play the disgusting parents she had left in her youth. No, in reality, she was angry at Joscelyn for making her assume that role. But she knew exactly what waited for her precious little sister if she hadn't dragged her away from there. It could just as well have been herself that stood there in Joscelyn's shoes. Sipping at the wine, constantly casting clandestine gazes whenever her sister followed suite. Teasingly she tilted her sister's glass upwards and giggling when she had to take a bigger gulp than intended. You know, when I saw you in that dress I thought you looked hot. Girls don't dress like that unless they want to be noticed. Jacqueline gave the teenager a meaningful gaze. There's no need to be coy. It feels good to be noticed, having eyes on us, knowing they follow our every move... As she said this, her hand found itself on Joscelyn's naked thigh. Caressing it while slowly reaching upwards. Taking one last big sip of her wine, she placed the glass on the table then took her sisters. Her slender hand delved dangerously close to a forbidden area for sisters to touch one another. Jacqueline placed her other hand on her sisters chest and pushed her down onto her back against the red couch. Towering over her prey she collected her wrists and pried them above Joscelyn's head, all the while maintaining eye contact, all the while wearing a grin of one with naughty deeds in mind.