Chapter 1

My sister, Jillian, is what you may call a party girl. She loves parties. It can be a family birthday party or a night on the town with her girlfriends. It doesn’t matter to her. I never heard her talk much about any guys at any of these parties so, dummy me, I thought maybe she was a lesbian. (That’s for another fantasy.)

Every time we were alone, she would talk about her friends. We could always talk about anything, so when she started talking about her friends and their love lives I didn’t think anything about it. She never talked about hers though. I tried to bring it up a few times, but she always found a way to change the subject.

I thought it was great that she had friends, and could have a good time. She turned eighteen just after her senior year of school started, and that’s when she was introduced to beer. She started leaning away from the family parties and more into the parties with her friends. By the time she graduated, she was an alcoholic. The strange thing was that her grades went up instead of down. She graduated in the top ten percent of her class.

I tried talking to her several times, but to no avail. She just didn’t want to talk about it. She always told me that she “had it under control”. I knew better, and even threatened to go to our parents, and she wouldn’t talk to me for three weeks.

It all came to a head one night in early July. I got a call from the owner of a bar that I frequent, about once a month or so. He said that Jill had a fake ID and that she was ‘falling-down’ drunk. He asked me to come and get her, or he would have to call the police.

By the time I arrived, she was in the bathroom throwing up. I was told that the parents of two of the other girls had already picked them up. The other two were waiting to see if I could take them home. I agreed. I dropped Gail off first then Tammy asked me if she could come home with us so she could make sure Jill was ok. I agreed to that too. I was so upset by then that I would have agreed to anything.

Tammy helped me get Jill up to her room, and onto the bed. The way Tammy was acting towards Jill I thought that maybe the two of them were lovers. Tammy acted like she was at least partially drunk, but not nearly as bad as my sister. Tammy started to undress Jill, so I started to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Tammy asked as she tossed Jill’s blouse at me.

“I’m going downstairs, why?”

“I’m going to need your help getting her into the shower.”

“Just let her sleep.”

“Jeremy. If you had piss and puke all over you, wouldn’t you want someone to get you cleaned up?”

“Yes. But I’m...

“I know you’re her brother. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen each other’s parts before.”

“Not since I was about six.”

“Well. They are the same parts, only bigger. Get over here and help me get her undressed.” She glared at me, so I started helping her.

I dropped the blouse on the bed and asked what Tammy needed help with. She had already unfastened her pants so I helped her pull them off. Then she stepped back and took her own blouse and pants off. She saw me staring.

“I’m going to have to have something dry to wear home tonight. I’ll leave my bra and panties on until we have her in bed.”

Tammy pulled Jill’s panties and bra off of her, and my sister lay there in all of her glory. If she knew that I was in the room, she would have had a stroke. We got Jill up and into the bathroom. We got her into the tub with Tammy holding her up. She was in there too.

“Now, close the curtain and turn just the cold water on,” Tammy said. “I’ll get some of it but she’ll get the worst of it. I’m hoping that it will sober her up a little.”

I made sure the curtain was closed, then reached in and turned on just the cold water. Tammy yelped a little, then I could hear her shivering. Actually, I could hear her teeth chattering. I sat down on the toilet seat and dried my hand off.

They were in there for about five minutes when I heard Jill start to groan. Then she mumbled something that I couldn’t understand. A few minutes later Tammy told me to get a towel and turn the water off. She managed to get the curtain open.

“I want you to wrap that towel around her and help me get her out of here,” Tammy said. “We can get her dried off then put her to bed.”