Gwen returns

Shifting around uncomfortably, you try to find a good position to sleep in. It was strange that your body was so low on energy, considering you already spent so much time in bed, but you clearly felt better each time you rested. Whatever drained your battery at least wasn't a permanent thing. Just as you were about to drift off again, you hear the cheerful voice of your dear sister, poking her head into your room. "Hey cutie! What have you been-" she attempted to say before interrupting herself with a sudden cough. "Damn it smells funky in here. I thought you and Alex are using condoms?" she asks while waving her hand in the air and walking over to the window to open it. The entire room was filled with the thick scent of sweaty genitals and unprotected sex.

"Yeah, why?" you ask naively while rolling around in bed now that your opportunity to sleep had gone.

"Uhhh..." she replies before approaching you and sliding the bed covers aside to reveal your battered little cunt, caked in dried fluids and smelling strongly of raw intercourse. "I don't know what you think that is, but you got some... wait you really have no idea?"

"Duh, of course I do," you reply sharply and increasingly grumpy at her attempt to show off her knowledge about sex. Just because she's a little older, she doesn't have to be so smug about her experience and the fact that she was studying stuff related to Biology. It also didn't help that whenever the topic of sexy times or birth control came up, she attempted to convince you that it's time to start a family with Alex, and how you're lucky to have a boyfriend at all. That's usually enough motivation to kick her out of the room. "It's some kind of bad lube, that's all."

"Yeaaahh about that... actually... sure. That's probably exactly what it is. Anyhow... if you want to avoid making a mess in the future, just make a quick trip to the bathroom after humping your guy so that you can get any leftovers out of you while you pee and- -" "- -Uggh, Gwen! Seriously, T.M.I. Way too much information? Nobody wants to hear about that gross stuff!" you roll your eyes back at her in the kind of exaggerated manner only a teenaged girl could muster.

"You're going to thank me some day, just wait and see. Oh and the next time you have one of your panic attacks while getting laid, remember it's supposed to be all about fun and pleasure and mutual enjoyment. It's crazy how paranoid you are about using condoms. Did you know that recent statistics say that on average, it takes a year of unprotected sex before you're likely to get pregnant? So the next time your boyfriend wants to- -" "- -Gwen! Thank you! Now please just get out of here and let me sleep?" you plead and she finally seems to get the idea. It's easy to see the good intentions behind her words but gee, talk about poking into someone's business. She gives you a brief kiss on the cheek for good measure before leaving the room and closing the door.

Whatever, back to sleeping.