"Yeah, she's really nice." I say keeping up my end of the conversation. "That's only because I don't have a bi-s****l roommate who'll lick my bald p***y for me." I whisper.
"What!" She yells, turning red in the face and staring at me.
"Now, kids." Mom says, "We agreed you two are going to be on your best behavior and try to get along."
"We will, mom." I say, smiling at my sister who is fuming, but not sure what to say.
"Where did that come from?" She whispers, once she finally calms down. "Your vivid high school imagination."
"We'll see." I tell her. "We'll see."
We ride the rest of the way home in silence, me being very obvious about checking out her t**s and staring at the tight crotch of her jeans. She doesn't seem so smug about her affect on me anymore.
After we get home and set
