Sarah had it. She's more popular then he ever was, and wasn't going to take it any more. Holding the stone tightly she said, "Ryan, you know what? I wish you would grow breasts, we'd see how you'd like it."
"If I did, I'd probably get more guys than your ugly ass," Ryan smirked.
"I wish you would Ryan. I wish you'd grow big pornstar titties that every other guy in school would want to touch them so badly they'd fuck you up the ass to do it."
"Now sis, only grown ups like myself are allowed to use rude words like that."
"Really Ryan," Sarah replied sardonically, "because I wish you had the vocabulary of an eight year old."
"Wishful thinking," Ryan laughed, "no matter how weird, gets you nowhere."
"Whatever Ryan," Sarah rolled her eyes. "Asshole."
"Later Sarah. Try not to drop your new ," Sarah spied Ryan's expression go blank as he paused for thought, as if he'd forgotten what he was going to say, " your chest puddings in your cereal!"
Sarah managed to stifle a laugh just until her brother had left the house. Chest puddings!! He couldn't even call them boobs! She couldn't imagine how he was going to describe his latest sexual conquest to his friends
