Waking up in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs, you hear your stepsister's soft snores coming from beside you. Leaning over, you nibble on her earlobe gently and whisper, "Morning, sis." Her eyes flutter open, bleary with sleep, and she smiles lazily at you. After a quick glance at the clock, she gasps, "Shit! Got a busy day, Stepdaddy. Gotta go." Gotta go grab some lunch.
