Minor Difference, Major Reprocussions

You parked your car in the driveway and made your way to the front door of your house. All you wanted was to lay down on your bed and to try to sort this out. As you walked inside you could tell something was off. Everything looked like it was in the same place....but something didn't fit right. Before you could decipher the difference though, your mom greeted you.

"Hello honey! I've got some spaghetti in the kitchen. Come in and grab some dinner." You were hungry so you took her up on her offer.

You grabbed a plate and took a seat at the dinner table. Your mom did the same; she dispensed the food as soon as she sat down. You both made the usual small talk. How school was going, how your grades were, how her job was, stuff like that. Things finally seemed to be normalizing when your mom said something curious.

"So honey, do you and your sister have any plans this weekend?" It was a strange question. Mom often asked if you had plans, that part was normal. It was the "and your sister" part that threw you off. Since you didn't know of any plans you gave her an honest answer. "I don't think so mom."

Your mom dropped her silverware on her plate. She turned towards you with an annoyed look on her face. "John! I've been telling you and Andrea that you need to keep active. Go out, experience things, make everyday an adventure. Things get stale when you're at home all day every day."

This was a speech you often got from your mom. Again though, she included your sister, by name, in her response. In your total confusion you simply agreed with your mom to end the subject. Just as you tried to move on to another topic though, your sister entered the room.

Your sister Andrea was, as always, absolutely gorgeous. Short blond hair tied in a pony tail, beautiful porcelain skin, and a supermodel face. Her large hazel green eyes were capable of giving looks both sexy and mischievous. She appeared to have just come back from a nightly run as she was in her running gear. That consisted of a tight sports bra that still barely contained her large tits. Her midsection was completely exposed; it was tight with an outline of a set of abs and a belly button ring. She wore a small tight set of runner's shorts. They barely reached the bottom of her large, toned ass. Her smooth silky legs seemed to go on for miles. She was the hottest woman you'd ever seen in your life; for years you were in love with her.

Unfortunately her beauty was matched by her capacity to be a bitch. Andrea treated you like shit your whole life. Not just the normal sibling rivalry stuff either. She would go out of her way to make you miserable. Purposely run all the hot water in the morning so you couldn't shower, bring over her girlfriends and tell them to make fun of you, plus she was the one who told Maggie you were gay and ruined your chance with her.

As she walked in she looked at you and gave you the standard, dismissive, "hi". Your mom invited her to have some dinner. She declined saying that she can't have any carbs after she runs. Your mom countered, "well that's fine but I still want you to take a seat. We have a problem to discuss. Your brother tells me you don't have any plans for the weekend?"