“You act like you’re not even happy that she’s coming.”
“I didn’t say that. I said I’m not babysitting.”
“Babysitting? Dude. She’s you’re sister.”
“Yeah, my lush, little sister. And every time she comes for a visit, she spends it drunk or hung over. She’s on her own this time.
“Seriously, man? Who babysits your drunk ass? Me. When she comes, my workload would be a lot easier if you’d get drunk like normal and not be so possessive of your kid sister.”
“Man, act like you haven’t! You know I caught you smellin’ her panties that time.”
“Dude, you ain’t caught me doin’ nothin’. Besides, that was like four or five years ago.”
The night played out better than expected. Eddie cut his kid sister loose; and Jessie watched as Anna lavished her attention on the men she drank with. The more she drank, the more she teased them. Jessie watched all night. He suppressed a note of jealousy.
Eddie stumbled out into the clear night. The fresh air rushed into his lungs. He laughed, shaking his finger at Jessie. Eddie was too inebriated to find the words. Jessie chuckled along with him. He knew Eddie was referring to Anna, passed out, carried in Jessie’s arms.
Eddie wobbled towards his room. Jessie laid Anna on his bed. He planned on getting her into a t-shirt and grabbing some jogging pants. He slid her heels off and unzipped her dress. He lifted over her head. He looked down at her. He could barely make out the tiny hearts on her cotton panties. He pulled one of his t-shirts out of a drawer and guided her head and arms inside it. He leaned over her, gently adjusting her legs. He maneuvered the covers, pulling them out from under her. Her knee fell to the side, opening her legs.
Her scent caught him off guard. Her panties were damp. He could see the outline of her pussy. He could smell her. He inhaled deeply. His cock pulsated instinctively. Jessie tossed the covers over Anna and headed to the spare single they kept in the weight room. His dick was out of his pants. Her aroma banged in his nostrils. He could see her moist panties in his head. He barely made it into the room before he shot his first load.
