Tony stopped in the kitchen to grab a couple beers from the fridge on his way to Taylor's room. He knew his sister was at home - her car was in the driveway. He knocked on the door frame as he went in and said "Hi Sis!" She barely looked up from her computer but smiled brightly when he set the cold beer on her desk.
"Wow! This is nice!" she smiled, taking a quick swig from the long necked bottle. "What do I have to do to earn this special treatment?" she asked.
"Well, I'm glad you asked," Troy said. "This is hard for me to talk about, but I've been hearing for several months that you're a pretty easy lay. And I could use some 'strange stuff' right about now."
Taylor gasped and almost choked on her mouthful of beer. "God, Tony, you're such a bastard! Even thinking such a thing about your sister should send you straight to Hell. Asking directly makes it even worse!" With that she threw her nearly full beer bottle at him and scored a direct hit on his chest, drawing a loud grunt from him.
"Well, Sis, I know it's not something polite people talk about but it's what I've been hearing and even Luis, your date last Saturday, said you had some special skills he enjoyed. So which is it? Are all those guys lying or are you pretty easy?"
"I don't even want to talk about it - get out of my room right now! If you don't stop I'll tell Dad - he knows I'm a good girl." She approached Tony and began pushing him out the door.
"OK, OK!" Tony said. "I'm leaving but we're not through with this conversation."