The_J0k3R
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The moment Tommy's parents asked him if he would let his little sister live in his off-campus house when she started college changed everything. Of course he said yes, happily, although he really had no idea how he was going to accomodate her. After all, he had already rented out three of the rooms in the house to a few of his buddies. They had a pretty good thing going.
An eighteen year old freshman chick... one that even Tommy had to admit was incredibly hot... Well, that would change some things around the house.
So, Tommy took it upon himself to make sure the changes were all positive...
She was coming to visit for a week. It was the middle of the summer, insufferably hot. Tommy had stayed in the house for the summer to continue working at his regular school-year job at the local comics and games shop and try to save up some money. Saving up wasn't going very well, but Tommy was certainly enjoying his summer break from classes as much as he could.
His school-year roommates had all gone back to their respective hometowns. That was good, but they'd all left their bedrooms in various states of disarray. He wasn't about to clean them up, but it would leave his sister with two options as far as sleeping arrangements would be concerned. Either his bed, or a very lumpy and sometimes smelly pull-out sofabed. Tommy wasn't about to sleep on that thing, though he had passed out on the sofa itself on numerous occasions.
She was supposed to arrive sometime this afternoon, and stay for the next six days. It was fortunate that her arrival happened on a day he was off work, and had spent the day doing his best to clean the place up on anticipation of her arrival. He knew she had a choice to make, between this and the other, more advance downtown campus, a couple few hours drive away. That was the one she really wanted to go to, but his parents hoped he would impress upon her that his campus was the better option.
The house was as clean as he was going to get it at this point, which wasn't saying much. He sat down on the couch, and fired up the bong, taking a very healthy hit of the medical-grade pot, and moments later breathing a stream of smoke out towards the idly spinning ceiling fan.
It was bloody hot in the house. The AC unit couldn't quite keep up, and dad refused to get it replaced. He was sitting in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else on the sofa.
An eighteen year old freshman chick... one that even Tommy had to admit was incredibly hot... Well, that would change some things around the house.
So, Tommy took it upon himself to make sure the changes were all positive...
She was coming to visit for a week. It was the middle of the summer, insufferably hot. Tommy had stayed in the house for the summer to continue working at his regular school-year job at the local comics and games shop and try to save up some money. Saving up wasn't going very well, but Tommy was certainly enjoying his summer break from classes as much as he could.
His school-year roommates had all gone back to their respective hometowns. That was good, but they'd all left their bedrooms in various states of disarray. He wasn't about to clean them up, but it would leave his sister with two options as far as sleeping arrangements would be concerned. Either his bed, or a very lumpy and sometimes smelly pull-out sofabed. Tommy wasn't about to sleep on that thing, though he had passed out on the sofa itself on numerous occasions.
She was supposed to arrive sometime this afternoon, and stay for the next six days. It was fortunate that her arrival happened on a day he was off work, and had spent the day doing his best to clean the place up on anticipation of her arrival. He knew she had a choice to make, between this and the other, more advance downtown campus, a couple few hours drive away. That was the one she really wanted to go to, but his parents hoped he would impress upon her that his campus was the better option.
The house was as clean as he was going to get it at this point, which wasn't saying much. He sat down on the couch, and fired up the bong, taking a very healthy hit of the medical-grade pot, and moments later breathing a stream of smoke out towards the idly spinning ceiling fan.
It was bloody hot in the house. The AC unit couldn't quite keep up, and dad refused to get it replaced. He was sitting in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else on the sofa.