A Little Sisterly Affection {fate & Incognito}

[darkest_fate]

Gwen couldn't remember what had happened. She blinked, once, twice, three times, trying to clear her vision, yet a haze remained, clouding everything, blurring it. She couldn't tell where she was, or at least, not by sight. she tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, leaden, as though someone had tied great weights to them. A supreme effort made her raise her arm a few inches, but no more than that. Exhausted, the girl let it fall back down.

Something was definitely up. She knew that much. The sluggish body, the hazy sight, the foggy thoughts, it all lead to one logical conclusion: she'd been drugged. So now, Gwen had to ask herself, what had happened? What was the last thing she remembered? Though her thoughts still refused to fully present themselves, bits of memory were starting to march through the haze.

She'd come home. With her first, real boyfriend. You'd think at seventeen, she'd have had more. Especially because, in reality, Gwen was quite beautiful. Skin of porcelain, lips a kissable red, the face of a model. Her brown eyes were quick, and had a sheen of intelligence that simply couldn't be denied. Flowing brown hair curled about her shoulders, often styled as best she could manage. Gwen did try to stay on top of such things, though schoolwork and public service came first. Her sister was always telling her she needed to lighten up, often adding significant looks. Older, wiser, and more experienced; you'd think she would be more forthcoming with advice.

But back on the date. His name had been Charles, and he'd been wonderful. Said all the right things, did all the right things, kissed at just the right time with just the right amount of passion. Gwen had seriously been thinking about allowing him to be her first, to take her to new heights. They'd come home with that in mind. She'd been wearing her newest skirt and a loose blouse. His hand had slid inside her shirt. They'd paused to sneak a few glasses of wine from her parents' stash...

And the memory ended there.

"Is-, is anyone there?" croaked Gwen. She raised her head, looking about the room, trying to see or hear anything that would give something away.

 

[Mr Incognito]

Linda sat opposite of the hazy Gwen, had been sitting impatiently for what seemed like hours. In truth, it hadn't even been an hour since she had been drugged, but the older sister was eager to get things...."underway." She was attractive, much like her younger sister, but in different ways. Her hair was a jet black, past shoulder length and in straight, silky strands. Her breasts were an even C cup, firm and perfectly rounded. Her green eyes were fiercer then Gwen's, spoke for themselves and told what they wanted. Right now, they were dancing all over her poor sister's stripped, naked body, admiring the few.

Linda had allowed her little sister to move in a few months back for school and convenience, and since then, she had discovered a certain...."attraction" to the younger girl. Linda was an open minded individual with sex, but she viewed Gwen differently then any random guest she had ever to entertain. She was possessive, flirty; more then once, she had dropped seductive hints and looks that were subtle in nature. She'd been content with these, to; Gwen lived in her house under her rules. A quick casual glance of her naked or bent over drew her attention occasionally, but not much else. Then came Charles.

Linda had despised the boy the moment she met him. He was pleasant enough, and seemed genuinely interested in her sister....except that was the problem. It was after Gwen started dated that she realized just how possessive she was of her little sister. This stupid boy couldn't have her. Gwen was HERS. So she had set up a little trap; she had drugged her wine stash, knowing both of them wouldn't be able to resist, being "in the mood". She had dragged Gwen off when they passed out, stripped her clothes, and tied her up in the basement, suspended from the celing with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. Then, when Charles woke up, he had sent the confused and sluggish boy on his way home, claiming her sister needed to sleep.

"So, you're awake, Gwen. You have a lot of nerve, drinking from my liquor cabinet and bringing that boy over...."

 

[darkest_fate]

The grogginess made Gwen's head continue to spin, but things were starting to become cleanlier. She could certainly understand her situation: arms stretching up, legs spread wide. It seemed like something you'd do to a prisoner, tie them up and torture them. Plus... she was naked? Why bother stripping her? Wait, why bother tying her up? And was that...

"Linda?" asked Gwen. She blinked a few more times, clearing her vision completely. Yes, there was her sister, standing there with a strange expression on her face. So... her sister had tied her up and stripped her like this? Because of drinking some alcohol?

"But... I didn't think you'd mind,' said Gwen. she blinked. "You even said so, didn't you? And why am I tied up like this? And why am I... naked/"

The girl looked down then, as if to confirm her situation. Yes, tied there, bound in place. The cool air of the dungeon blowing against her skin, forcing her to shiver. The chains above her rattled with the motion, and rattled again as Gwen tried to move, her legs and arms flexing. Nothing helped though,; she'd certainly been sealed well. Not that Gwen could tear through much, in her current condition, still weak from the drugging.

Too many questions swarmed her mind, and she ended up just staring incredulously at her sister, her expression asking much.