She seemed to lay the condescending attitude on thicker than usual that night. "Could you boys set the table". "I've poured you boys some milk — 'ca...se you've had way too much soda". I noticed she was drinking wine.Half way through our spaghetti dinner, I noticed a change in my sister. Her eyes became glassy. Her words began to slur. She seemed tipsy. When I looked over to my buddy, I knew something was up because he had a huge grin on his face. He told me later that he had slipped her some. Emma squealed when she saw me and ran into my arms, jumping to my shoulders. I was a bit embarrassed, but soon took her off for a meal, some conversation and a few ales.She proudly told me she had not drunk any rotgut since I last had seen her, just beer and cider. Her clear complexion and healthful good looks spoke of that achievement. Her hair was clean and her plain dress, modest and becoming. Her posture was straight and she had a bounce in her step."Did you make this?" I asked, touching. L saw her, and she was seriously watching my phone, then I thaught may be I can get her, so I just placed my hand near t her thighs and was holding a slip in it, in around half hour she got to understand that I wana give back that slip to her, maine kayi baar use slip dikhai, but vo to khud main itna busy ki kuch samjh hi na aaye, usne mujhse no.To ley liya but uske baad vo aankhein band karke let gayi or kuch nahi boli , main haath aayi moke chorhna nahi chahta tha to main uski thighs ke pass. She had a couple of glasses of wine and with the afternoon"play" and the wine, she fell asleep soon after getting back home.The next morning she came back into the bedroom after starting breakfast and sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for my "morning wood."She stroked it and massaged my ball sack while I massaged her breasts.Just them we heard the door bell and granny got up to go answer the door.I asked if she was not going to put on any clothes and she smiled at me and suggested I.