The usual disclaimers apply: it's a fantasy, don't do stupid things like read this if incest isn't a spice you like in your stories.
Check the story tags and you'll only get your knickers in a bunch if that's how you like 'em ;)
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It was getting a little late, my sister was clearly getting more than a little tipsy. With me keeping her glass at least half full (can you tell I'm an optimist? ;) and telling her "nah, you don't seem that drunk to me" it wasn't surprising she kept getting more drunk still. She's not the most experienced drinker to say much, so I had let her think that she just feels more drunk than she is and it seems she believes me, her own beloved brother who's promised to keep an eye on her and keep her safe and from doing something she shouldn't.
Usually I discretely refilled her glass from my own glass or bottle - which made it easier for me to stay more or less sober while still looking like I was drinking at her pace. I felt a little giddy about how well it seemed to work, and I used that giddiness to appear a little drunken giggly. I had plans for the night, and the more drunk my sister the easier, actually I was planning on getting her passed out by bed time. I made sure to keep her up and about, so that she'd also be more physically tired and not only have the booze to make her sleepy when it's time for a good night in her bed.
By the time the last of guests had left and I'd more or less sent our parents to bed saying me and my sister would take care of things, my sister was clearly getting ready to be tucked in after I told her to finish her glass, which as you might have guessed, still was half full and her being very giddy and giggly.
She was so drunk that I doubted that she would be awake much longer even if she stopped drinking now. So, I told her that maybe it was time she should get some sleep. But, she's thinking she's not as drunk as she is (remember I had kept telling her she seemed sober still most of the night) and he's a remarkable woman, strong and with a good fighting spirit I love, so hardly surprising she said she wouldn't leave me alone to fix up the place. I was honestly a little surprised how well she held up, given the amount of alcohol I've gotten into her, for some odd reason I felt a little proud that my sister was a little tougher than I thought.
So she stayed up a little longer but asked if I could get her some water, which I did, only that it wasn't "100 % proof water". She said thanks and didn't seem to notice that her water had a little vodka in it. Thankfully there wasn't much fixing up needed, our guests hadn't made a mess. So I didn't rush the cleaning up, going about it in a relaxed pace to wind down which was working well for my sister. She was starting to yawn and look sleepy, I told her she looked a bit sleepy and added that it was probably mostly since it was so late.
When she was looking like she was almost about to fall asleep I took her by the hand and said "bed time sleepy head". She just giggled and said yeah I can walk by on my own, clearly not realizing just how drunk and close to passing out she is. As we get to her bedroom door I open it and turn to hear and give her a big hug saying "good night sis", she clings on and slurs more than says "you too, thanks for keeping an eye, an eye on..." and slowly drifts off to sleep in my arms. I stay still a little while, savoring the moment of feeling my sister clinging to me with her wonderful boobs firmly pressed onto my chest.
- Sis, wake up you're not in bed yet
But no response, so I decide to get a little bolder and whisper it again in to her ear while letting one of my hands wander down to her hips (while holding her up and close with the other) and trace the edge of her panties from her hipbone through her skirt to the middle of her back and then up her back along her spine, only to stop at the hooks of her bra. Still no response, and when I kiss her gently on her neck and say how sexy she is and don't get any reaction from her I'm sure she's out cold. Finally, it is the time to get her in bed and for ever change our lives together.
Maybe it's the excitement, but it feels easier than I thought to lift her up and carry her to bed. I close the door, and though it's very unlikely any of our parents would come down from upstairs at this time of the night it feels prudent to lock her door too.
Looking back from the door I saw my beautiful sister lying fully clothed on her back in her bed looking like an angel. It was such a special sight, and I knew that before this night was over she would be in her pj's with wearing her, in my opinion, cutest panties underneath. Since I often helped with the house hold chores (we all did, nothing special about that really) which included laundering so I had seen all of her panties and when ever I saw that pair I sniffed them (like her other pairs, that smell so wonderfully of her sex) and imagined how cute they must look on her. And tonight I will get to see that and confirm it. Not sure why I like them so much, they're an ordinary pair of cotton panties with a every day color pattern. I think it is just because of that, they look most comfy, and I really like the thought about my sister wearing comfy panties and bras that feels nice on her most intimate parts with another layer of comfort caressing and embracing her wonderful body - she's my sister after all, so only the best for her if I have any say. I had taken hold those panties in anticipation of this night, to make sure they wouldn't be dirty in the hamper or me having to spend half the night looking for them.
I put her duvet aside, and put her pj's on a chair. As gently as I could I worked her out of her dress, she had a cute sky blue bra with an under-wire and a pair of subtle gray panties. With her sleeping face she looks at peace and so cute, I just had to lean over and give her a peck on her mouth before lifting up her upper body, resting it on my shoulder while unhooking her bra and letting her boobs free. Gently laying her back down I admire her breasts for a while, and suck a little on her nipples before continuing south to gently pull her gray panties off. Her boobs are so wonderful, my sister sure is a woman who's boobies alone to die for. I hope she also sees and realizes how wonderful they are whenever she looks at herself in the mirror and feel proud about them and doesn't take them for granted.
