Wait, How Long Has It Been?

I open up the side cupboard next to the bathroom and grab a hand towel from it. I head back to my room and see Rach is still on my floor laying on her back. When she heard the door open, she looked at me, no doubt seeing me upside down from her perspective.

I jokingly tossed the towel on her face and slumped down onto my bead, "You really need to learn how to clean up your own messes, sis."

She looked at me with a mock glare, "Me? All this is yours," she says, pointing towards her feet with the towel.

"What happens when you squeeze a toothpaste tube?"

"Fuck you," she says, chuckling.

"Eventually."

she looks at me with a sideways glance and begins to clean off her feet. After she's done, she stands up and tosses the used towel on my lap, "Ew!" I yell, swiping the towel off my lap and onto the floor, "That's fucking gross, sis!"

Rachel busts up laughing, finding her own prank very amusing.

As her laughter dies down, I could hear the distinct sound of a car pulling up outside our apartment complex. Me and Rachel looked at each other and said, "Mom!"

I reflexively bolted up from my bed and started ushering my sister to the door.

"Hey, Mike! not so fast. Stop."

"Shut up and move your ass, I don't want mom to catch you wearing lingerie and going commando, especially in my room."

As I was pushing Rach down the hall to her room, I could hear the front door open and close. I quickly opened sis' door, shoved her inside, and closed it again. Then, I looked down the hall.