Yes, it's your sister.

"Mom? Moo-oom!" You hear your sister cry out at the door when neither you nor your mother move to answer.

It isn't Cami. It's one of your older, married sisters, Janalee. You've been so focused on fucking your mother, you hadn't even considered the effect your scriptural re-writes must be having on the rest of mormondom. Including Janalee...

You head towards the front door. This you have to see. Your mother follows, clearly miffed at having lost your attention but also wanting to see what her daughter was there for. She sounded concerned.

You open the door and are astounded at the sight. Your 22 year old sister is at the front door in a white thong and tube top. This despite the fact that she's 5-months pregnant.

"Hyrum!" Janalee exclaims, arching her back instinctively to show off her titties. "Oh good! You can carry her inside!"

"Her?" You ask.

"Oh flip!" Your mom swears and pushes past you to go to her youngest daughter, the one passed out on the front lawn.

You follow as Janalee explains "I was on my way to my ob/gyn when I drove by and saw her like this."

"Camilla? Cami, honey, wake up," your mom is saying and you really try to not focus on how her ass looks bending over your wasted sister.

"I tried that mom! Hell-o-o!" Janalee says. "Just have Hyrum carry her in!"

"Your sister's right, Hyrum," your mom concedes. "Get her inside."

Cami is dressed very differently than she was when she left the night before with Robert. She's in a black leather micro-mini and a matching bra top with cut outs to show off her nipples. Jizm glistens on said nipples and in her cleavage and on her chin.

You guiltily pick up your abused sibling, flushing at the realization that you enjoy the feel of her in your arms, and carry her indoors.

"She clearly was showing everyone the Glory of the Lord last night!" Janalee observes. "Plus anyone who drove by this morning before me."

"I just hope if anyone got her pregnant that he's a returned missionary," your mom says. "And that she remembers which one!"

"Serve her right," Janalee said. "9 months without the blessing of booze! It's the worst!"

"Just four more months, sweetie," your mom assures your pregnant sister. "The Releif Society will have you snockered before the first diaper change!"

"It seems so long!" Janalee whines.

You realize you haven't thought any of the possible consequences of your changes through. And you really ought to go put the scriptures back the way you found them.

Of course, as you hold one sister, passed-out drunk in black leather and observe the swollen tits of your other pregnant sister, you wonder if changing a few more verses first would really hurt that much.

You can always change it back later, right?