Your little sister

This has got to be your little sister Lilli's fault.

You go out into the hall. It's small and with boxes still scattered everywhere it's difficult to run. But you manage to quickly make your way toward Lilli's room.

"Lilli!" you shout and enter without knocking. She is siting on her desk writing something with a pen.

"Yes, dear brother," she says, grinning. "Missing something?"

"Yes. Have you been to my room?"

"Yeah, I was looking for my books."

"And why would they be in my box?"

"I don't know. Well I found them now, they were in mom's boxes. But thank you for wanting to help me."

"i didn't come to help you. I came to get my stuff back."

"Oh you mean this here?" She holds up the porn magazine.

You can't believe that she actually has it. This is so embarrassing, you can only hope she didn't really realize what kind of magazine it is.

"It's boring anyway," she goes on, "no boys, only women."

You thumb through it and realize that your favorite picture has been painted over with a black marker. (Here is how it looks).

"What did you do to that?"

"Who cares, why do you look at that stuff anyway?" she asks.