Tanya isn't in a talking mood

As you awaken the next day, you look around you, seeing pieces of your ceiling lying around both on your bed and the floor, confirming that what transpired last night really happened and wasn't just a dream. You look at the ceiling, and see that the hole that was there was now covered by a sheet. You raise yourself out of bed, and walk out of your room. As you exit you nearly run right into Tanya. You figure you should say something to her.

"Oh, hey uh, look about last night." As you try to find the words to say, she walks forward, pushing past you.

"Fuck off" she mutters, leaving the house to head off to her college class. You figure that if she didn't like you before last night, she must hate you now. You turn to get ready at for your own classes, and see your stepmom, Carol, standing at the other end of the hall. Despite being 38, Carol was almost the splitting image of her daughter, the only difference being she had curly brown hair, and her breast were bigger, coming in at D-cups. She was currently still dressed in her lace nightie, that you always thought looked too small on her.

"Well I know you two don't really get along, but that seemed harsher than usual. Wonder what's gotten into her?" She said. You knew exactly what had gotten into her. You. Obviously you couldn't tell Carol that.

"Oh, she's just upset because there's a hole in her floor leading to my room." You said.

"Yeah, she told me about that. It sucks, but I'm just glad neither of you got hurt. I checked on you while you were asleep last night. You’re fortunate nothing fell on you." She said.

'Well, I wouldn't say nothing' you think to yourself. "Yeah, guess I'm just real lucky."

"Anyways, you go get ready for school. I'm gonna call your father and ask what he thinks we should do about this.” With that she walks off.