Little sis was drunk and unconsciuos… so why not?

“Hi, Don, wanna help me get her up to her room? She passed out a couple hours ago; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can’t hold her alcohol.”
Don smiled at Joyce, his sister’s best friend, “We can just roll her onto the couch and you can stay the rest of the night with me.”
“Yeah,” she chuckled, “you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a hard eight incher out there in the car waiting for me.”
“I had to try… let’s just put her in mom’s bed. It’s downstairs and she’s gone for the whole week. Tomorrow she can wash mom’s sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won’t stay?”
“Uh, no… c’mon, let’s get her tucked in.”

Cookie was less than two years younger than Don. She started drinking right after their dad had his fatal stroke, about six months earlier. She was closer to their dad than Don, possibly even their mother. He had always doted on Cookie and given her everything. Two days after his funeral, Cookie found the stash of whiskey while she was steam cleaning his old recliner. She was hooked after the first drink of the smooth liquor.

“We’ll just leave her clothes on her. She can sleep in the stink.”
“DONNIE PARKER! Shame on you; you turd. Get your butt out of here. I’m gonna undress her and throw her clothes inside the washer. You can wash them in the morning; now git..”
Don had known Joyce since they were pre-teens. They had dated a little and they, jointly, took each other’s virginity. Don, however, couldn’t keep his cock activity limited to one girl. Once he got a taste of fucking, he wanted them all. That ended any romantic possibilities with Joyce.
He stood outside the bedroom door and decided to make her one more offer. She didn’t see him when she stepped down the hall to the utility room, but when she came out, there he stood, stroking his stiff dick, “You sure you don’t want some of this? It was your first one and it works much better now than it did then.”
“You crazy fucker,” she shook her head and snickered, “Maybe someday, but Rex is waiting; and I’m anxious to find out what he can do. Bye, sweetie.”

He pulled off his pajamas, which he had donned to answer the door, pitched them onto the couch and started up the stairs, “Hmm… I wonder?”
He went to his mom’s room and looked at Cookie lying there… “She’s completely naked under that sheet.