It has been a few days since the incident with the suppository. Stan was home, just sitting on the couch, immobile and with a thousand-yard stare. The TV was off. He didn't want to hear anything.
Right then, a now healthy Shelly entered the house through the front door and passed by him.
"Hey, stupid." She greeted.
"AAAAAAAH!" He shrieked. Shelly was taken aback by that reaction.
"What the hell? Looks like you saw a ghost."
Recomposing himself, Stan then glared at his sister.
"No, I saw worse than a ghost."
Shelly got angry as soon as she realized what Stan was talking about.
"Don't even think about it!" She said through gritted teeth, while pointing her finger at him.
"Don't think about it? That image is forever imprinted in my mind!"
She now shook her fist. "Oh yeah? Then how about I hit you in the head, so you'll forget what happened?!"
Stan was unfazed. "Save your threats, Shelly! I'm cracking up here!"
"Oh, stop being such a crybaby!" She retorted, annoyed. "You saw my ass. Big deal."
"Damn right it's a big deal!" He lashed. "What would those guys at the school say if they knew that I see my own sister naked at least once in a week?"
"Not this again." She muttered, exasperated. Stan ignored her and continued his rant.
"It's bad enough that I have to hear them saying stuff about your body, but now I have to see too?! Seriously, why do you have to be so… hot?"
"Stop calling me hot, you little pervert!" Shelly couldn't believe what she just heard, especially from her own brother.
"See? Now you're calling me a pervert!" Stan countered, the anger building up inside him. "You're now thinking I'm just like those guys, aren't you?"
Shelly just shook her head disapprovingly at Stan's accusation. She saw no need to further prolong the discussion.
"You need help, Stan." She stated, then left the room. Stan stayed on the couch, irritated.
Later, at dinner, the siblings were angrily eating their meal and avoiding eye contact with each other. Sharon quickly grasped the situation.
"Kids, is there anything wrong?" She questioned.
Before Stan could answer his mother's question, Shelly spoke up.
"It happens, Mom, that your son's a pervert."
"I'M NOT!" Stan protested.
Sharon was confused. "A pervert? What do you mean?"
"He called me hot, and said that he sees me naked every week!"
Sharon was now flabbergasted. "Stanley, is that true?"
"No, Mom, it's not-" Stan started to stammer. "It's some guys at the school who think that she's hot!"
"What guys?" Sharon asked.
"The Eighth Graders. They keep saying to me stuff about Shelly, like how big her boobs are."
"Did you hear him, Mom? He did it again!" Shelly accused.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Hey, you two, that's enough!" Sharon intervened. After the siblings calmed their spirits, she turned her attention to Stan.
"Well, Stanley, you shouldn't pay much mind about what kids at school say about your sister, neither let that influence you." She then added, just in case. "And you don't say 'boobs', you say 'breasts'."
"No, you don't say either of them!" Shelly contested.
"Goddammit, this is a waste of time!" Stan left the table in frustration and turned to both women. "You just don't get it because you're not there!" He then walked off, angry.
"Stanley!" Sharon called.
"Leave him, Mom. No need to add fuel to the fire." Shelly then continued eating.