It's another lazy Saturday. You're reclining on the couch, flipping through the channels, hoping to find something that catches your interest. Sports game reruns, Ancient Aliens, game shows from the 70's... isn't there anything good on?

Suddenly, a knock on your door draws your attention. Who could that be?

You groggily get off your sofa and meander over to the door before opening it. Believe it or not--it isn't a solicitor or door-to-door missionary--it's Amy, your little sister. She's clad in the uniform of the local grocery store, complete with apron. She's also looking a bit disheveled.

"Ah, hey, ${character.name}!" she sighs exhaustedly. "It's so good to see you!"

You're a little confused--she doesn't come by here often. "What's up?" you ask. "What brings you around here?"

"Ahhh, I need to crash!" Amy says, pushing herself past you. "You wouldn't believe how much today sucked! They had me stocking the heavy stuff!"

You follow Amy inside, who then proceeds to remove her apron and splay herself face-down on your couch. "Aaaah, that's nice," she says into a pillow.

You wonder why she didn't just go home, but your place is closer, after all.

"Want something to eat?" you ask.

"Naah," your little sister says. She turns her face towards you and says "I remember that your ex said that you give good massages. Could I get one?"

You freeze for a moment. The massages that you used to give your ex-girlfriend were not the sort of massages suitable for family members... They were sensual, erotic, orgasmic even. Perhaps she forgot that little detail.

"Uh, I don't think you'd like it," you assuage.

Amy makes a face, and complains "But ${character.name}, my back hurts... Please?"

"I'm a bit rusty," you reply. "It wouldn't be good."

Looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, Amy pleads "Oh c'mon, just give it a try."

You sigh. If you go easy with it, perhaps it'll be fine.

"Alright, alright," you concede. "Just a little bit."

Amy turns her face into the pillow. "Whenever you're ready!"