"I-I don't understand…?"

"I mean you're just about ready to fuck! That stuff works… almost every time!" he gloated.

"Oh, n-no…" she said weakly. Somewhere in that morass of confused thinking that had been hers for some time, now, she had thought that if she must go through with the sex thing with this vile, young monster, perhaps, she could do it with no involvement. Now, even that dim hope was smashed. She had been tricked into drinking something that was an aphrodisiac; pernod, he had called it. Dear God! Now, I won't be able to help myself… at a-all! I-I'll be completely at his mercy!

Don Scott had been pretty sure that it was absinthe pernod that Ray had given his sister. He knew very little about it himself, except the fact that it had been outlawed almost every place in the world. "Where'd your old man get that stuff, Ray?"

"Connections, man! You got money… you can get anything!" Ray bragged.

Vaguely, then, for the first time, Donnie began to see his friend in a different light, and he began to wonder: Damn! He's playing both sides… making out like he's one of us… talking about going on the street, but hanging on to what he's got going for him here! Christ! I'll bet when the time comes to split he'll run like hell the other way!

Don watched with more than a little interest, the scene that was transpiring before his very eyes, for now, quite obviously, his sister was reacting to the effects of the drink. Ray's arm around her waist shifted now to turn her to face him, his other arm going around her, drawing her up tight to him, the obvious bulge of the erection under his jeans pressing into her belly, and unbidden, Don realized that his own penis lurched with desire.

As Ray gathered her into his arms, plastering her loins to his, and she became aware of the warmth and the bulk of his hardness against her, she stiffened as though she had been drenched in ice-cold water; her body arched back away from him, her hands pushing, futilely, against his chest in an attempt to escape his embrace.