He heard the door, but stayed in his room. He had felt lightly bad, but not enough calm from her slaps. He turned his televisions channel to an anime he liked. It was a love story for once, not just guns, blood, and panty shots. Though he loved that, too bad his sister wouldn't do things they did. Or atleast let him watch her pleasure herself.<br/><br/>He was tired of her not being nice,  being a real bitch, and more so cause he lusted after her like a lost puppy. He growled, loudly, and threw a book at his door. Taing a drin of dew, savoring the flavor, and it being lightly slushy. " To think I ever said I love you to her."