7 Days of Incest/Day 1/Just Rub Against Her/Take Ass with Rough Pounding/Finger and Spank Her/Clean Up the Mess/Drug Rose

OOC Note: This chapter was originally written by User:Actiaeon on CHYOA.

"Um... first I think I'll get you something to drink, Rose," you tell her.

You head quickly into the kitchen, grabbing a cup. What the fuck did you do, Rose is going to tell everyone what you did. You are going to be in so much trouble. You could end up in jail; when it hits you. You feel the pills, the ones that Scott just gave you, the ones in your pocket. Maybe just maybe, if you give Rose the pills, she will fall asleep and forget everything that has happened; one of the side effects on the side is short term memory loss.

You might have just found a way to dig yourself out of this hole.

Thinking quickly, you grab a bottle of lemon-flavored water and open it. Shakily you retrieve the bottle of pills. Unsure of the right dose, you look at the side of the container, you determine that one tablet should be enough to knock your sister out; however, up to three can safely be administered. You pour out one of the 24 capsules, twisting the white powder into the yellow fluid. Then to hide your act, you turn the top back on and shake the container.

You walk back towards Rose; she is barely conscious; however, a few tears streak her face. Your actions have deeply hurt her; hopefully, this drink will her forget.

"Rose, here drink this real quick," you say, putting the tampered bottle to her lips.

She greedily drinks in the water down, finishing the whole bottle.

"Jake, why..." she grumbles out, before slipping back into sleep.

Now to intact phase two of your plan. You know that Rose likes to smoke weed, so with the right "suggestions," your sister might attribute anything that she does remember as being a hallucination. You creep up the stairs, hoping no one hears you; however, that fear is assuaged quickly by what sounds like Nichole's playing a game. You enter Rose's room and move towards where you know her stash is. From it, you snatch a small joint, one that seems to have been lit quite recently. Taking it, you move back down near the couch and set it down on the table in front of her.

"Rose?" You whisper, testing to see if she is awake; but she is out cold.

Finally, you grab the torn leggings; hopefully, she will forget that she ever wore them and accept that she was wearing panties. For a second, you consider keeping them as a trophy of having conquered your sister; however, if the leggings were found, then the whole plan would come crumbling down, so you decide to just throw it in with the kitchen garbage and take the bag to one of the trash cans outside. Considering that none of your sisters ever seem to take out the trash, you feel satisfied that the evidence has been hidden quite thoroughly.

OK, with any luck she will forget what happened, you think, trying to comfort yourself.

Entering the house again, you quietly close the door behind you. As you look at Rose laying sleeping on the couch, you cannot help but feel a bit guilty about what you just did, but at the same time, you can't help but feel just a bit aroused when you mind recalls dominating your unwilling sister.