i don’t know how many times i found my Sister passed out and had to get Her to bed. Most o
i don’t know how many times i found my Sister passed out and had to get Her to bed. Most of the time she would be wrapped around the toilet, right off the backdoor. But i had found Her, drunk and/or passed out, on the porch, the steps, the yard, the picnic table, the garden and the bushes. i’d drag Her into the kitchen and, on the floor, i’d clean Her up. i’d take Her clothes and throw them down the laundry shoot and put Her shoes by the backdoor. i’d clean the bathroom and, the towels down the shoot and then picking Her up. Only once did i have to carry Her. She walked with a lot of help. At the top of the steps my dad just stared and smiled. we had to look funny; Her naked and out of it and me in my panties and teeny, tiny night shirt. we just walked past my dad and into Her room where i tried to balance Her and pull down Her bed spread. i layed Her gently on the bed but took way to long to cover Her. And, i may have accidentally touched some parts of Her that my Mother would have blistered me for, accidentally or not. my Mother always said; “mattie, you were made to keep your beautiful, kind, athletic brother out of trouble. No reason for him to mess up his life and goals over a slut. you, can keep him happy and at home. Never, ever tell him, no”!!! And i still don’t. But i’m off track, She looked beautiful lying there. i always covered Her up and had to walk passed dad with my panties tented. Nothing was ever said to Her or about those nights. She probably thought She made it bed. -- source link
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