Jon cringed, gingerly placing the stone down in his dresser drawer, realizing that it really wasn't going to matter at this point. Nothing obvious seemed to have happened, but the wish was so vague, he really had no idea what it would do.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the front door slammed shut downstairs. He waited nervously, as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They proceeded past his room and down the hall. Jon opened his door and peeked out, spotting the retreating form of his older sister Dana heading to her room. She was dressed in a business suit, the standard attire at the school where she worked part-time for her teaching practicum.
Jon was just starting to feel relieved when there was a huge splash and a loud "What the Fuck!!" He threw his door back open, stared at the remains of a massive flood, and turned to see his sister, now soaking wet, standing in front of the bathroom at the end of the hall. "I don't believe this," she yelled. "A fucking pipe burst? How the hell did the room fill up like that?" she turned. "Jon, can you get me a towel? The damn bathroom just flooded all over me. I'm soaking wet and I have to call a plumber. Mom and dad are going to to be so pissed."
Jon went out into the hallway and pulled a towel out of the closet, his footsteps squelching on the soaked carpet. He felt like he should apologize, but he'd never be able to explain why and, truth be told, he was somewhat glad that this was all that had come of his ill-worded wish. He also tried to avoid staring at his sister's quite impressive boobs though her now transparent blouse.
Pulling her shoes off, and taking the towel gratefully from Jon, Dana opened the door to her room, which was next to the bathroom, and was greeted by another outflow of water, though much less this time. "Oh, no," she said, stepping into the room. Her floor was a mess, but the water hadn't been nearly so high in here. She ran over to her desk, relieved to see that it had escaped unscathed. Then she turned around and started cursing.
"What's wrong, asked Jon, peaking into the room, as she ran over to the near wall.
"My closet, the stupid motherfucking pipe leaked in through my closet," Dana wailed. "All of my cloths are ruined," she said, holding up what was once a blue blouse, now an off-white blouse with blue streaks. "I have no cloths, my room is all wet, and I am supposed to go to a job interview tomorrow. FUCK!!!" she screamed beating the wall for a second.
Jon felt horrible. This was all his fault. He thought of using the stone for a second.
"Jon, go downstairs and see if anything else was affected by this. I'm going to try to find something in this mess that I can wear and then call a plumber."
Jon went downstairs. He was determined to find a way to fix this, but after this last screw up he definitely had to be careful with the stone. Miraculously, nothing on the ground floor was damaged. Even the water was working, something he didn't expect after the deluge from the bathroom.
Dana came down the stairs wearing a tight pair of daisy dukes and a cut off t-shirt, an outfit Jon had never seen her in before but which showed off her full, 22 year old figure to its full extent. The outfit didn't seem to fit quite properly, either. The daisy dukes could not be buttoned up all the way, and the top was also quite small on her, only covering the top three-fourths of her breasts, leaving the bottom of them to hang out of the shirt, an issue she seemed oblivious to.
"Everything down here seems to be working. Are you more comfortable now? I've never seen that outfit before," Jon said, trying to distract his mind and not stare.
Dana blushed slightly. "I got this when I was 17, but I never had the guts to wear it," she replied. "I made the call, they should be by in a couple hours."
"Good. I know, why don't we watch a movie until they get here? It's not like we can do much else right now," Jon stammered out quickly, trying hard not to admire his sister's body.
"Alright, how about this one," she said, walking over to the movie collection and leaning over, giving Jon far too good a view of her ass in the tight shorts. Jon said something non-committal, not even registering which movie it was. Dana slid the movie into the DVD player and then came over to the couch, turned around, and sat down on Jon's lap.
