It has been a few days since that fateful Saturday. Stan was home, sitting on the couch, immobile and with a blank look on his face. He kept recalling that incident with the suppository. The TV was off. He didn't want to hear anything.
Right then, a now healthy Shelly entered the house, porting a purse, and passed by him.
"Hey, stupid." She greeted.
"AAAAAAAH!" He shrieked, snapping out of his trance. Shelly was taken aback by that reaction.
"What the hell? Looks like you saw a ghost."
Stan recomposed himself, then glared at his sister. "No, I saw worse than a ghost."
Shelly quicky grasped what Stan was talking about, and enraged, pointed her finger at him.
"You're thinking about that, aren't you? I told you to forget it!" She growled, through gritted teeth.
"Forget it? That image is forever imprinted in my mind!"
She now shook her fist. "Oh yeah? Then how about I hit you hard in the head?! Maybe that'll clear your mind!"
"Save your threats, Shelly! I'm cracking up here!"
"Oh, stop being such a crybaby!"
She was annoyed, but also surprised. Stan was so disturbed by that experience that he shot down her threat on a whim, when in normal circumstances, he would be more careful. She dropped her purse on the floor and put her hands on her waist, taking a confrontational stance.
"So 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 saw my own sister naked twice in a week?"
"Not this again." She muttered and looked aside, 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 it too?! Seriously, why do you have to be so… hot?"
Shelly's face turned red. "Stop calling me hot, you little pervert!" She couldn't believe that she just heard from her own brother.
And then, Stan realized what had just happened. He called his own sister "hot". The blankness returned to his face.
"Oh. So I'm a pervert now?" His voice was low, like he just had an epiphany. "Alright. Gues I am a pervert. Just like those guys. Thanks, Shelly, for telling me where I stand."
Shelly shook her head disapprovingly and picked her purse from the floor. She saw no need to further prolong the discussion.
"You need help, Stan." She declared, then went upstairs, leaving Stan alone with his thoughts.
Later, at dinner, the siblings were vexedly eating their meal and avoiding eye contact with each other. Sharon was bothered by the situation.
"Kids, is there anything wrong?" She questioned.
Stan opened his mouth to answer his mother's question, but before any sound could come out of it, Shelly spoke up.
"It happens, Mom, that your son's a pervert."
"SHUT UP!" Stan exclaimed.
Sharon was confused. "A pervert? What do you mean?"
"He said it himself. He thinks I'm hot!"
Sharon gasped. "Stanley, is that true?"
"No, Mom, it's not like that!"
Stan sounded hopeless. He looked for a proper way to explain to his mother the whole thing.
"What happened was I once walked in on her in the bath, but it was an accident! Yeah, I did say that she was hot, but I was just, you know, complimenting her!"
"Oh. That was it?"
Sharon sounded relieved, thinking that it was all a misunderstanding, but Shelly's scowl made clear that she was having none of that.
"Stop blabbering, turd! What about those perverts at your school?" Shelly inquired.
"What perverts?" Sharon asked, again concerned.
Stan scowled back at Shelly, then turned to Sharon. "It's some guys at the school, the Eighth Graders, who think that Shelly's hot. They keep saying stuff about her in my hearing, like how perfect she is or how big her boobs are."
"Yeah, and you said that you belonged to them." Shelly accused, then added, snarkily. "Don't you love my body too?"
"You're not helping!"
"Hey, you two, that's enough!" Sharon intervened. After the siblings calmed their spirits, she turned her attention to Shelly. "Shelly, did you know about that?"
"Yeah, he told me recently. I really don't care, to me it's just turd talk."
"Okay." Sharon turned back to Stan. "You see, Stanley, you shouldn't pay much mind about what kids at school say about your sister, neither let that influence you. Just ignore them, and they'll eventually stop. Oh, and you don't say 'boobs', you say 'breasts'."
"No, you don't say either of them!" Shelly contested.
"I've had enough of this!" Stan left the table in frustration and turned to Sharon. "Mom, you said to ignore them, but it's not that easy! 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.