You run into Zoe

Zoe crashes straight into you as soon as you step into the hallway. You pitch backwards, and nearly fall straight on your ass until you catch the door frame. Zoe is wrapped around your torso awkwardly, and she leans her head back to giggle up at you.

"Good morning, Jimmy!" she squeezes you tight around the chest, and you groan at the nickname you despise. She is literally the only person in the world you allow to call you that. "You smell nice. Hope you aren't hungover from last night?" Zoe had enticed Jenna and you into some drinking games after Jared and Tara had retreated to his room. "I don't even remember getting down the stairs." You can feel her nipple piercings, like little barbells, right through her thin tank top against your bare chest. {if Frustration >20} Suddenly, Zoe shifts back and forth, her body still pressed right up against yours. "And a very good morning to you too, little Jimmy." Her wicked grin sends a flush through your face. The close contact of your sister had brought you back up to a semi-erection, and now she was squeezing your cock between your body and hers! "I guess all that drinking didn't lead to frisky times for you, then?"

It had, in fact. Jenna had been so riled up she had blown you right on the couch and then dragged you upstairs for some serious fucking, but unfortunately, the **** had combined with your porn addiction, and you hadn't been able to cum.

"That's none of your business Zoe! And creepy besides!" {endif} You push her away and adjust yourself quickly. Zoe smells strongly of weed. Her eyes are a trifle red and baggy as well. Zoe had always enjoyed a nice wake and bake.

"I'd appreciate if you kept the weed smoking under wraps while your here, Zo. I've been trying to keep Jared off the stuff at least until he goes to college, and you aren't exactly helping."

Zoe purses her lips with mock severity. "You've become such a square in your old age, Jimbo." She laughed and shook her head. "Anyway. Jenna's on the prowl for you. Apparently the shower in your master bathroom is on the fritz. She seemed annoyed, so maybe you should find somewhere to hide?"

"Fuck. That damn shower again. I told her last time that the shower heads she likes are pieces of shit. It's probably just the head again. I can take care of it no sweat."

"I don't know. She said something about the sink, too. Maybe you should just call a plumber." Zoe has an infuriating smirk on her face. She knows that you don't like calling handymen. They always fucking overcharge. "But hey, maybe you could just fix it yourself, though i'll bet you 20 bucks you won't be able to." She dances away down the hall, towards the sliding doors that lead to the backyard{if Frustration > 20}, but not before pausing to give your cock a little flick with her index finger through your shorts. "I'll see you two later!"{else}, chuckling to herself.{endif}

If you only have one working shower, this full house is going to be unbearable, but there's no way a plumber is going to come out before Monday.