My Elder Sister Carol, an Update by jihadgene

Remember my elder sister Carol? The one who had her ass-kickin' knee replaced? The one who later fell down and couldn't get up? The one who looked like a raccoon after her fall? Well she's doing fine (crap)! Carol's the one who traumatized my ass, by washing my mouth out with soap at the tender age of only six! She took that toothbrush and loaded it up with 2/3rd's of a bar of Ivory, then thrust it where my tonsils used to be! I was only exercising my 2nd Amendment Rights...you know?....freedom of expression, and all that? I'm talking a six year old's creativity, here! Next thing I know, she has me deep-throatin' a Crest toothbrush! I think she was aiming for my voicebox but was unsure as to where it was located. She never was worth a damn at Science, so she just probed with that toothbrush for...oh...maybe like half an hour, before her hand started severely cramping-up. But I survived! I'm her kid brother. Why the hell do I still love her, ya ask?! Because we've shared so many tender moments together, such as this...