The Orange Juice Incident

Gerald watched his cheerful sister out of the corner of his eye. She had opened the refrigerator and was bending over, looking for something in the back, her plaid pleated skirt rising up and revealing her tanned, muscled thighs.

She straightened back up, a carboard container of orange juice in hand. She closed the fridge door and started drinking out of the half-gallon container. Their mother frowned at her, but she continued to drink the orange juice as she wandered over to the kitchen table and sat down.

That's sick, Gerald thought. We all drink that orange juice. Katrina should pour a glass like the rest of us do.

Suddenly, his sister stood up and walked over to the cabinets. She pulled out a glass and filled it with orange juice. She left the half-gallon on the counter, but walked back to the table and sat down, beaming at her brother.