C’mon Sis, Let;s Fuck
C’mon, Sis… Let’s Fuck. Cassidy had walked in front of Bill for the third time. It was Saturday and she was doing her assigned duty, dusting and vacuuming. Bill, on the other hand, was trying to watch a baseball game on TV instead of cleaning the bathrooms and taking the garbage to curb for the large container. Cass was wearing a t-shirt and panties, as she always did on weekends around the house. It had been her standard dress since she was a toddler. Bill wore nothing but some cut-off sweat pants which reached half way to his knees. As she began the back and forth pattern of cleaning the open carpet area, Cass’ eighteen year-old body was blocking his view of the game. Bill picked up a rubber band and waited to choose just …