Gas station

"Just start driving, we'll find some place." I say. She said nothing. She just turned the keys and fired up the engine. We then promptly pulled out of the parking lot and started driving the long road towards our house. We see the familiar buildings deciding which one we will pull into.

"Oh, shit, the car is almost out of gas." She says as she pulls into the gas station. We park next to the pump marked "2".

The convenience store part of the station was pretty chilled, the large freezers by the door don't help at all. The bells above the door chime as me and Stacy enter the white-tiled room. The middle aged couple at the counter greet us.

The two were mid-forties at most, their hair has a slight shade of grey. The woman's hair was a dark brown, while the man's hair was blonde. The man's name is Gustavo, while the woman's name was Jennifer. They have run this place for nearly twenty years, and they were always a joy. But lately, they seemed to be a bit too friendly. Always complimenting people and their body, getting a bit touchy-feely.

We browse through the various snacks, nothing catching our eyes. Then I feel a pull on my bladder and turn to find the bathroom.

"Hey, I'm heading to the bathroom." I say to Stacy, who nods her head.

As I wash up, I hear te door creak open and hear my sister's voice. "Hey, you." I turn to face her, and our lips crash together. She grabs the back of my neck, keeping me from pulling away as she got more energetic. Our tongues wrestled, fighting for supremacy. We part, and she says, "Now, time for that favor."