" Oh come on Joyce, it didn't mean nothing. So I got drunk and got a little carried away. It wasn't cool and I'm sorry."He stepped forward to put his ...rms around me and I shoved him away. He tripped going backwards and fell on the floor as I yelled at him, "You keep your filthy fucking hands off of me." I was so god damned mad at him that I looked around for a lamp or something to hit him with, but nothing was in reach. I stood there looking down at him and then I turned and ran from the. My eyes were just beginning to close and I was about to doze off when, suddenly, my bedroom door flew open and bounced off the wall. Then before I could say or do anything, I felt a blast of something wet and ice cold, drenching me from head to foot. And once she set into me, I knew there would be no stopping her till she was finished what she was saying as I heard my sister’s voice yell, ‘GET YOUR STINKY FUCKING ASS OUT OF THAT BED AND GET IN THE GOD DAMN SHOWER, MICHAEL, NOW.’ ‘FUCK OFF,’ I. Then she stopped again. She seemed to be trying hard not to wake me. This was just weird enough for me to let it go and see what she was up to. She reached the edge of my bed and ever so slowly sat down on it. At this point I could see that it was my big sister Jill. She was watching my face intently but she obviously couldn't tell in the dark that I had one eye open just a tiny bit. I could barely make out that she was wearing nothing but a nightshirt and panties. What the heck was she up to?. “Groovy! Far out!” the hippie exclaims, a big smile lighting up her face. “Dude, I’m proud of you!” J.J. congratulates his cousin. The older stud had been worried about how Aaron would react; not only is the younger stud agreeing to potentially knock up the hippie, he’s also not showing the slightest resentment about being told, only now, that she’s been doing her best over the past two months to make him a teenage father. “But…you really need to do something for our dude, Steve,” Aaron now.