It Was His Sister

It was his sister, Zoe. *How did **she** get in here?* Jon thought. He looked past her and saw that the brick wall was still in the doorway leading out to the porch. "Wondering how I got in here. Aren't you Jon?" "Well ..." Jon started to say. "It's because of this stone. I assume it must be yours, since it was in your room. But I can't let someone like *you* possess it. It just wouldn't be right." "Zoe, what are you talking about?" "Jon, you're my brother. So I love you. But I can't stand you being a crossdressing pervert." "I'm not a ..." "Jon. Don't deny it. Deep down you know I'm telling you the truth." She paused. "It doesn't really matter what you think, though." Then she leaned in and said "Jon, I'm really doing you a favor here." "Wait, Zoe. You don't understand. You shouldn't ..." "Oh, hush Jon. I wish ..."