I knew I was in no condition to drive, and her husband was coming up to meet us and have a drink. We had a couple more drinks, and I asked if I could...crash at their place for the night They agreed and we made the ride home. Once we got there, I asked her if I could change into some comfy clothes and we went into their room and got dressed. I wore some rather short shorts, and a wife beater. She gave me one of his sweatshirts to wear. He's a solid guy, so with the sweatshirt on, you couldn't. Ten minutes later she came back, dressed like a perfect whore. She was crossing her hands over her breasts trying unsuccessfully to prevent her nipples from showing. She laughed and cried: “I can’t go out like this, Victor”“You will go, bitch… you agreed to obey” I replied.I moved over her and asked: “Are you wearing panties?”. “Yes, sure”. She replied. “Show me”. I growled. Then Helena raised her dress to reveal a black silk thong…I stepped even closer; reached my hands out to her waist,. His legs were sleek and slender. His penis was limp about only 4″ his balls rested on the bed. I touched it, they were warm. I turned him around and his butt made the floor sweep away from my feet. They were firm and round resembling burger buns ooh his ass. He was still unconscious. I wiped the wounds and with warm water wiped his entire body and wrapped him around with an old bed sheet. I folded his suit and mask and hid them in the water tank above the room. It was nearly 12 am midnight. I. We had more than our share of sibling rivalry which caused no end of grief to my parents. I was under the impression that she was their little angel and could do no wrong in their eyes which irritated me continously. We would fight over some of the silliest things most of which I would lose. I look back at them now and wonder why in God's name we didn't get along very well. Arguing about who got the first piece of pie for desert or who was to go through a door first. That last one was quite.