She was out.
Getting up off the bed, my cock dripping from a mixture of our juices, I grabbed one of her T-shirts off the ground and wiped my cock off.
As my gaze moved back towards my sister, her breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed heavily. I couldn't help but just stare, and take it all in.
"Fuck," I said aloud, "I'm a goddamn rapist…"
Did I feel bad? Yeah, sure, a little, but honestly not enough to give a shit.
Looking over at the clock, it was nearly 3 AM, just over two hours from when I gave her my coke concoction.
I was exhausted, yet still full of energy at the same time. I felt rejuvenated somehow. Heading back out to the living room to grab a glass of water, I noticed her phone sitting on the coffee table in the living room. God did she always hold that thing dear.
After pouring me a glass of tap water, I grabbed her phone on my way back to her bedroom.
Laying down beside my sister's nude limp body, I grabbed her hand to use her thumb to unlock the phone.
"Let's see what kind of shit you been doing sis…" I said as I opened up a few of her apps, browsing through her messages.
God, she talked like a slut in heat. Accepting almost any invite for a fuck.
Moving towards her photos, I was actually pretty shocked.
She had more goddamn nudes on her phone than I had in my porn collection on my computer.
From nude selfies to seductive photos of herself, to cock pics of random guys, even to videos of her being fucked.
Some of the videos were of her getting fucked on this very bed, others of other people's bedrooms, and even a video of her getting fucked in the science lab of our high school.
Fuck did she have a thing for filming herself getting fucked.
I must've spent an hour laying there, next to her, watching a selection of her homemade pornos, going back almost a full year.
The video I'm currently watching, however, really got my cock hard as fuck. It was a video of her tied down to some guys bed, with a ball gag in her mouth, getting the shit fucked out of her.
Jesus fucking Christ, I don't think I've ever known a chick that is such a goddamn slut.
With my cock pulsing, ready for action once again, I thought one more fuck wouldn't hurt, and after watching her collection, I thought I might want to add to it…
Hopping off the bed, I switched on the phones camera and took a few good shots of her sprawled across the bed, making sure nothing of me was evident.
Pulling her back down towards the end of the bed, I spread her legs wide and focused the camera on my cock, which was lightly pressing against her luscious folds. Being careful not to shoot anything of me other than my cock, I moved the angle of the camera up towards her unconscious body, slowly filming the length of her body.
Moving the camera back down, getting a close up of her conquered pussy, the head of my cock slowly disappeared into her. God, she was still wet and full of my cum from before.
Picking up the pace, I moved the camera up, capturing her tits bouncing about with each thrust. God, it was difficult not to vocalize myself.
Making sure to really film her current state, I continued plowing into her, building my thrusts with each thrashing plunge.
Watching my cock through the screen of the phone, penetrating my sister cunt, pushed me over the edge.
With one final plunge, I rammed into her, balls deep, expelling my seed deep inside her, keeping my mouth sealed shut.
Focusing the camera in closer on my departing cock, I made sure to get the stream of cum dripping from my sister's pussy caught on film before stopping the recording.
Holding her phone in my hands, with our new home movie finalized, my mind started weighing my options.
Should I delete it? Is it too much? Or should I leave it? Glancing back at my sister, then back to her phone, I saved it. I wanted her to know how badly she was fucked last night.
Tossing her phone on the bed, I made my way back out to the living room, collecting our clothes from the ground. Throwing my shorts and shirt back on, another idea crossed my mind.
Grabbing my phone from my shorts, I signed up for one of the messaging apps she used frequently, using a pseudonym of course.
Making my way back into my sister's bedroom, took a seat next to my sister and tossed her clothes by her side. Grabbing her phone, and using her hand to unlock it, I opened the messaging app.
Using my phone, I sent her a message.
I messaged myself back on her phone, using the same manner of speech my sister used in some of her past messages.
Thankfully, the time stamps disappeared once the message was read.
Conducting a little back and force, I made it get to the point quickly, ending the conversation with our address.
Perfect I thought. Hopefully tomorrow she'll wake up, wondering what the fuck happened to her, and check her messages. I thought that was just enough to build a believable backstory.
Throwing her phone back on her nightstand, I sat her up, throwing her shirt over her head and threaded her arms through the holes. Slowing pulling the shirt down over her glamorous melons.
Laying her back down against her pillow, I grabbed my water glass, turned her lights off, and closed the door behind me.
Cleaning up my evidence in the kitchen, I washed the glasses that I used and put them back into the cupboard.
Getting ready to call it a night, I messaged my sister one last time, leaving her one unread message for her to wake up to.
"Hope you enjoyed waking up to your cunt full of my jizz slut. Until next time bitch. ~Z"
*****
Not waking up the next morning until close to 11 A.M., I made my way up to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
Passing by my sister's bedroom, I didn't hear a peep, she must still be conked out.
FIring up the stove, I threw together some bacon and eggs, starving after my little escapade last night.
Just as I was throwing my food onto my place, my sister stomped out of her bedroom, somewhat frazzled.
"Geeze, sleep in much?" I said laughing.
Giving me a blank stare, I continued plating my breakfast.
Walking towards me, she grabbed my plate, then promptly heads to the living room.
"What the fuck sis?" I yelled as she turned her back to me.
"Oh yeah, thanks for the food," she said sarcastically.
"Jesus," I replied, "Seriously?"
Glancing back at me for a brief moment, she quickly responded, "Yup."
Pulling another plate out of the cabinet, I took the remainder of the food of the skilled and poured myself a cup of coffee.
Sitting down at the dining room table, I tried some small talk with my sis.
"How was your Friday night?" I asked, taking in a fork-load of food.
Watching a somewhat dazed expression run across her face, she promptly replied, "Ok."
"Just ok? By the time I got home," I replied snickering, taking a little stab at my sisters loud fucking from earlier last night, "It sounded like you were having a better night than just Ok"
"Ha, mind your own fucking business," she quickly shot back.
"I had to put fucking headphones in last night," I replied amused.
"Oh fuck you perv," she hastily responded, "What time you get home anyway?"
"I don't know," I responded, working through my answer carefully, "Like 2 or 3?"
"You didn't happen to see what color the car was parked in the driveway did you?" she asked.
I could see her mind tick, trying to fill in the blank from her missing time yesterday.
"Seriously?" I replied laughing, "You don't know what kind of car the guy nailing you has?"
"Fuck you," she said as she built up a more serious tone, "Do you know or not?"
"Jesus," I replied trying to remember a car I drove past last night, "Yeah, it was this mustard colored yellow ford with a big ass dent in the rear bumper."
"Oh," she replied with even more of a confused state, "okay…"
"Why do you want to know?" I asked, trying to fill a proper big brother role.
"I don't know," she replied, "I guess I just had too much to drink yesterday."
Letting out a concerning laugh, I replied, "When did you start drinking?"
"While you were at work," she replied.
"Geeze sis," I replied, "That early? What, you blackout last night or something?"
"Guess so…" she replied nonchalantly, like it's happened before, "I don't remember much past 8 or 9.
Eight or Nine? That was about the time I got home from work, if it was 9, that's almost a full three hours of time she forgot before I even gave her the drugs… Jesus that shit works.
"Seriously sis?" I replied, "That's fucked up. You got a problem."
"Oh fuck you," she quickly replied in her old manner of speech.
"Sis seriously, you got a problem," I responded, acting concerned, "You should serious tell mom or dad this has been happening…"
"Oh fucking mind your own business," she quickly scolded back, "If you fucking say anything, I'll tell mom and dad about your new stash of pot you keep in your backpack."
"Fucking eh," I shot back, "Fine. Jesus sis." Seem's she hasn't changed a goddamn bit.
Ending the conversation, she quickly got up off the couch and stormed into her bedroom.
About an hour or so later, I noticed I had a message on the app I used on my sis last night.
"RU Serious mother fucker? U fucking drug me?"
Contemplating on a reply, I simply wrote, "u enjoy waking up to a cunt full of my cum?"
God my cock start stirring in my pants, I know I fucking did.
Getting another massage, "fuck u."
Wanting to remain somewhat mysterious, I didn't reply.
But fuck, this whole thing got me thinking again. I still have 6 pills… the fact that she couldn't even remember a few hours before I even gave her the drugs made even more scenarios pass through my mind.
Fuck, next time could be something...