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We quaffed the drinks then she prodded further, “So, were you?” “I was, I don’t know about her, I never asked and I was too sexually stupid to make a determination, or even guess. Besides, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the absolutely amazing feeling of getting off with a girl. I got to tell you; my hand lost out in any contests for companionship after that.” My sister giggled at my anecdote then stood and started looking for her purse, “What are you doing?” “I have to go; I need some sleep.” “Irene, you sure as hell don’t need to be driving right now, you’re drunk and depressed, not a good combination to be on homemade the streets. You want me to take you home?” She evaluated my offer for a few seconds then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her open mouth and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her long brown hair off her face then tried to rearrange her on the couch cushions so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my sister to go pee and get ready for bed. I came back to the front room to check on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in front of the sofa. Her left leg was still on the cushion so her skirt had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on view of tight, pink lace panties. Believe it or not, she looked more comfy on the floor than when she was on the sofa, but I couldn’t leave her there. I tried to ignore the nice up-skirt view when I poked her with my toes, “Hey, don’t you want to sleep on the sofa?” Irene threw and arm over her eyes and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the furniture. She rolled to her side and tried to make a pillow with an arm. I couldn’t leave her like that so I decided to sacrifice my bed to my intoxicated sister. Even though she is a small woman, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her amateur up was like auditioning for a clown job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my hands and arms. After dropping her three times I managed to get my left arm hooked under her knees and my right around her back. I was holding a tit for a better grip as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless mass. She threw her arms wide, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibberish. I stood back and looked at my younger sister. Twenty years old, 5’2, slender, but with a well-formed woman’s body. Her light brown hair was permed in long waves, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her eyes were open, they would have been hazel trending to green. I couldn’t decide if she was cute, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her brother, it’s not my place to make that call, so I didn’t let it occupy my mind. I left her on the bed then went to sleep on the sofa. It was after 1 in the morning when a loud knocking on my door woke me up. I stumbled through a haze of sleep and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My sister’s boyfriend, or to be more precise, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. I opened the door, “Is Irene here?” he wanted to know. “Yeah, what the fuck are you doing here?” “I need to talk to her.” “She’s indian asleep, go home.” He stood firm, “Come on Brett, I really need to talk to her, wake her up.” “I’m not going to wake her, she’s drunk, probably won’t wake up even if I tried.” “Let me try, I’m begging. The girls took their usual spot at their bowls and slurped up the meal and I was at the table, eating and watching them by candlelight. Seconds later, Ace knelt behind her. When Harry withdrew his cock, his semen just flowed out of her ass. I am happy to oblige. "Lisa, baby what's wrong?" he asked her, thinking it must be serious for her to be coming into his room that late. A whole bunch of them. "Yes, give it to me!" Sophie shot right back. I can’t sleep…” I began to gag amateur as he indian pushed it down the back of my throat. On one hand, it was an indescribable relief to finally have an answer, even if it was just theoretical. If I told her she was sterile, how would she react? "It takes weeks to start working but we have enough to last a long time, good work Milo!" It may seem like that took a short amount of time, but truthfully it wasn’t, things were happening so fast that it homemade didn’t seem like a long period of time.