Theresa

You look in the living room to see your sister slumped morosely on the couch with a glass of soda at her side and some soap opera playing on the tv.

"Terry?" You look at your very attractive younger sister sprawled in nothing but her underwear, but her morose aura is a definite buzzkill. "What's wrong?"

"Michelle had to go home." She said morosely, swirling the soda in the cup.

"Is she gonna stop by later?" Sammy asked.

"Nah. Her whole family is spending the day together at home." She stared unseeingly into her glass. "I love her. I love her so much it hurts. I'm so happy when we're together but when she's gone I just feel like curling up and dying."

"She's got it bad." Sammy whispered, as you nod sympathetically. Firming your resolve you yank the glass away with one hand and flip the tv off with the other.

"All right, Terry! Get your ass upstairs and get cleaned up and changed. Don't bother with the bra or panties. You won't need them anyway. When you're done meet me back here. Now go!"

Terry’s eyes glazed over from the unintentional command you gave her, then her face cleared and she dashed upstairs.

“Did you... make her that way?” Sammy asked.

You shake your head. “She really just fell very hard. I think in time she’ll even out, but for now I’m gonna have a little intervention.”

Sammy arches an eyebrow as she tips her head to one side. “Could be a while, Sounds like she’s in the shower.”

You smile and take Sammy’s hand, leading her to the kitchen. “Then we have time for breakfast.”

The two of you have just finished your breakfast when Terry comes back downstairs, wearing a white tube top, a black leather miniskirt, and a pair of white strappy sandals. “You look good. Ready to go out?”

“Um, I guess so, but I don’t really want to.” She mumbles.

“You’ll like the end result I promise.” You say with a smile. “But I think it’s time for us to get going. Amy’s late enough getting home.” You usher the girls out to your car and whisper some things in you kid sister’s ear putting her into a deep sleep. Sammy looks on in amusement before she slides into the passenger seat.

“You’re really a good guy. So we’re gonna head to my place first?”

You nod as you slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine. “Time for us to face the music.”

Sammy leans over and kisses you deeply. “I wouldn’t change a single thing, my love.” Smiling yourself, you belt in and set off for Sammy’s house.

Fifteen minutes later the two of you are jogging up the stairs as Sammy fishes out her house key. “Mom? Dad?” She calls out closing the door behind the two of you.

“Where have you been?” A stern yet panicked voice exclaimed as two forms bowled Sammy over and began fussing over her. After a while they finally take notice.

“Thanks for bringing her home, son.” Peter, a wiry man in his late thirty’s addresses you. “But now Samantha has to learn that there are repercussions to her actions.”

You pull Sammy to you and step back. “I can’t do that sir. I’m responsible for our little somnambulist Sammy." Sammy’s eyes widened helpless, then glazed over and sank halfway closed.

Sammy’s mother Catherine, a tiny little four foot tall brunette, flinched at the sudden change in her daughter. “What did you do to her?” She barked angrily. “Is she on ****?”

You ignore her and turn to Sammy. “Hey honey. You hearing me okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” Sammy smiles broadly and folds her hand comfortably over yours.

“So have you decided what you’re gonna do about your parents?”

“Oh sure!” She replies. “I want-“