Around 1:00 AM, the first few guests moved to the door, and Annie decided to call it a night. She headed to her room with a few girlfriends in tow. Marie was still pulling our remaining guests onto her makeshift dance floor, and I busied myself gathering beer bottles and bidding farewell to the parting friends until it was just Marie and me left in the living room.
“Dance with me, brother!” she demanded, extending her tiny hand in my direction.
I put down the last couple of bottles and moved toward her. Derek and the Dominoes were belting out “Layla”, and I protested lightly that it wasn’t much of a dance tune. Marie would have none of my objections.
“Quiet, you!” she snapped, pulling me against her. “It’s the piano solo — perfect for slow dancing!”
She threw her arms around me, pressed her body against mine, and her head fell on my chest. We probably looked like two eighth graders at a middle school dance. We had both had plenty to drink, and that only added to our slow dance swaying. Her ever-perky nipples pressed into my abdomen, and I had to awkwardly lean my pelvis away from her to conceal the erection I could feel stirring below.
“It’s late, sis” I said as the last chirps of Duane Allman’s slide guitar faded away at the end of the song. “Let’s toss these last few empty bottles and call it a night.”
“You’re no fun!” she huffed and pouted jokingly. “My brother the party pooper!”
I laughed, cleared the last few remaining empty beer bottles and followed her upstairs to the bedrooms. Marie had the biggest room, and it had its own bathroom. Annie and I shared a hallway bathroom that split our two bedrooms. I gave Marie a hug goodnight, and she tiptoed to kiss my cheek before disappearing into her room.
Much to my surprise, I noticed two bodies lying in my bed and two others on the floor. Several of my younger sister’s friends were passed out in my room, and, being the gentleman, I left them there and closed the door quietly behind me.
“I guess I’m on the couch tonight” I thought to myself.
As I turned to head back downstairs, Marie was in the hallway. She had gone back downstairs to retrieve a bottle of water.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“It looks like Jonestown in my room — bodies everywhere!” I joked.
“You can crash with me” Marie smiled. “It will be like when we were little kids on vacation.”
“Thanks, sis” I replied with a yawn. “I’m sure your bed will be much more comfortable than the living room couch.”
I quickly brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom and then walked to Marie’s room. It was dark with just a small amount of light emanating from beneath her bathroom door. I shed my clothes, keeping my boxers on, and climbed into her bed. As tired as I was, I couldn’t help but wonder what my sister would be wearing to bed. I had been somewhat captivated with the short t-shirt dress she had on earlier and couldn’t stop glancing at her erect nipples and firm ass as she was dancing. I sensed my cock stirring.
“Holy shit — what kind of pervert gets aroused thinking about his sister” I thought to myself, somewhat angry that I allowed my imagination to drift in that direction. I chalked it up to the alcohol talking and rolled over to go to sleep.