When I was living at home, in my early twenties, my brother had a party at home to celebrate his twenty-first. We had gone out as a family the night before, and my brother and I had gone on to a club, were we met up with friends.
To say that my brother and I are close, is an understatement, as we do loads of things together. Running, swimming, clubbing and just being together. Our openness and closeness probably comes from family naturist holidays, right up until our mid to late teens.
As it was a weekend, our parents had gone away, and as I was nearly two years older than him, they left me in charge with strict instructions to 'Have fun' but 'Be careful'.
As the evening progressed, I could see that Luke was having fun but getting a bit worse for wear.
The party wound up about two thirty in the morning. Me, Luke and a couple of girls, one of which Luke fancied, did a little clearing up. As they went to leave, Luke started kissing this girl very, very passionately! They had been slow dancing, smooching, and groping each other, a few minutes before.
As Luke closed the front door, he turned to me.
"I think I had better go up to bed. Oh, by the way, you look really nice tonight."
I was wearing a very short, flouncy, cream dress.
"Thanks Luke. Yes, I think you had better go to bed. The amount you drunk, I'm surprised you're still standing! We all know that you're not very good with alcohol. I will just whip the hoover around. If there's anything else, I am sure it can wait until tomorrow."
"Thanks sis."
Luke turned to go up the stairs. I turnedΒ to go to the kitchen, when I heard Luke stumble.
"OW!"
I went to the foot of the stairs, and Luke was laying on the floor.
"I just banged my head!"
"I am sure you'll live."
I helped him off the floor. He leaned on me quite a bit, as I helped him up. He is quite big and muscular and I could really feel his weight.
"Can you help me up the stairs sis, as I don't think I can make it on my own."