We'll find out...

Unfortunately, you couldn't find out exactly the answer you wanted, for the room began to shake; her alarm went off to wake her. "John, i--" But she got cut off as the realm you were in vanished all around you.

Once again, you found yourself in the so-called lobby of the Labyrinth, where none other than your ID came to greet you.

"So... you finally managed to wean your sister off of that pork sword, huh?"

"Yeah." For some reason, you felt a strange sense of pride. You managed to correct your mistake, and who knows? You might've actually improved the relationship you and she had.

"Well, it's nearly time for you to wake up, Rip Van Winkle," he reminded you. "So, good luck. You may need it..." He vanished into thin air right before you.

John ended that on a mysterious, cryptic note. 'I may need some good luck?' you wondered. "Oh, well. It's time to wake up." You get yourself ready to snap your fingers. "Time to wake up in... 3, 2--" And just like before, you didn't even reach one when you woke up in your own bedroom.

Confused, you look around and tried to get a sense of what happened last night. Then it dawned on you: the last thing you remember was your sister, your previously sex-starved sister, giving you an intense blowjob from not being able to do so for the last few days. And then you collapsed on the couch.

Wait a minute... if you collapsed on the couch, what happened to Shelly?

'Did Mom see us?!' Your mind began racing as you panicked over your mother, whether or not she saw you both as you were.

Speaking of whom, she called out to you as she normally did. You and Shelly both. "John? Shelly?"

"I'm up!" You interrupted in an anxious fervor. When your mother called for Shelly again, there wasn't any answer. Which was strange...

"John, will you go check on your sister?"

"All right, ma," you answer back. Getting out of bed, you put on some dirty pants so as not to be seen naked by your mother. You peer back and forth in the hallway before going to your sister's door, knocking on it. "Shelly? You awake?" you call softly.

"Come in..." There was something odd about the way she answered; 'That couldn't have been Shelly that answered,' you thought. Welp... One way to find out. You peer in through the door, rather than going inside, and you notice that your sister was still in bed. She was looking up at you. Kind of like how Juliet looked at Romeo after their wedding night...

"Good morning, brother." She gave to you a small but sweet smile, a smile you hadn't seen for a long time now. "Did you sleep well?"

What was up with Shelly? She doesn't usually care of that much about how you slept. Did she bonk her head when she passed out on the living room floor? You don't believe that she caught amnesia because she called you brother.

While you were pondering the change in her behavior, she looked at you curiously, as if something was wrong. With you. "John? Are you all right?" She broke you out of your deep thought, and you answered,

"Uh, yeah. Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." It finally came back to you why you were in your sister's doorway. "It's okay, Mom! Shelly's awake!"

"Great!" she praised. "How about some french toast? Scrambled eggs?"

"Terrific!" You turned to the new Shelly, apparently. "Want some french toast and scrambled eggs, Shelly?" She smiled a little and bit her pinky finger, responding,

"If that's what YOU'RE having for breakfast, I would love some." She slowly pulled off the blankets, and you could hardly believe what you were seeing when she got out.

I mean, sure. You had seen her naked body before, but as soon as she got out of bed, her hands were folded over each other and covered her crotch. "What can I do for you, brother? I love you so much..."

Shelly DEFINITELY was not acting like your bitchy sister anymore. But why...?