The mall would be your best bet, but you'll need money

"The mall, of course!" you say, and look around for your sister's purse. It's where she's bound to have her money. What little of it there turns out to be.

"Great, my bimbo of a sister's as horrible with money as she is with, well, anything involving thinking." Never mind the fact that you're her now, of course.

Come to think of it, where does she get money? How did she get all these shoes and clothes? Some of it might have been bought by your mother, but you really doubt she'd been the one buying Sue miniskirts and fuck-me shoes. Allowance? That five bucks a week isn't enough for even a fraction of her belongings.

Deciding to take another look around you look more closely at everything with an eye toward finding hiding spots. Pure luck leads you to find a baggy of what you assume is weed and looking under the mattress nets you a small collection of vibrators and dildos that has you salivating.

Do you have time for a test drive? Or maybe you can sample some of the forbidden weed?