"Well is there anything I can do to make you feel better Steff?" Carl asked. He thought he'd play the bigger brother role today. His dad had been telling him to make an effort with Steffi as he was worried she was becoming a bit of a recluse.
You might have thought that Carl and Steffi would have a lot to talk about, with their respective parents leaving their families to run away with a cocktail waitresses (Yes both of them, as apparently Carl's mum hadn't realised she was gay until she had a house and a kid). However they rarely spoke as brother and sister, as they hadn't had siblings before and being thrown into a house together didn't mean they had an instant rapport.
Steffi rubbed her shoulder, thinking about the day's gymnastics. She could really go for a back rub right now. Her mum would normally give her one so maybe Carl could go fetch her.
"Would you mind getting Mum? My back is really sore too and I could use a backrub." Steffi asked.
Carl thought about this. His part time work schedule gave him a lot of time to browse the internet and he had learned with a couple of his lady friends the art of massage. At least - the part which gets you into her pants anyhow. Maybe he could give Steffi a back rub? |