Garden hose

"Both of you out the back door." There mother suddenly demands and the two teens look at each other in shock.

"You can't be serious." Rose argues, "we can't go outside in our underwear."

"It's only the back garden, no one is going to see you. Besides it'll maybe make you think twice next time you want to throw food around in my kitchen."

"I think she's serious." Mike slowly says, looking at his sister. "We'd better just get this over and done with."

Rose looks from her brother, to her mother, and then back out into the back garden. "Fine." She finally agrees, turning and walking out into the back garden. "And what exactly are we supposed to be doing out here?"

There was no verbal answer to get question, but instead a sudden torrent of cold water sprays across her and her brother from the pressure washer in her mother's hands. Both teens gasp as the cold water covers their bodies, Mike almost thankful that the cold has kept his boner in check, even if it's had the reverse effect on Rose, her nipples firmly standing out through her bra.

As the torrent of water finally ends Rose spits out a mouthful of water. "Great. We're clean. Can we go get dressed now?"