"Billy Bob, you ain't got no date to the prom, so why don't you take me?"
"I can't do that, Jimmy Sue, you're my sister!"
"So? It's not like we'll do anything, and that way we can both go."
"...okay, all right."
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"We had such a good time! Aren't you glad we came, Billy Bob?"
"I guess so, Jimmy Sue."
"Hey, you know what? Why don't we take this side road and talk a while?"
"I don't know, people might think somethin' weird was goin' on."
"No one's gonna know, let's just talk some."
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"You know, Billy Bob... I haven't even kissed yet. You wanna try just to see what it's like?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt nothin'..."
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*clothes piled on the floorboards, windows steamed up, both of them panting hard*
"Oh my God, Billy Bob, you're so much better at this than Dad is..."
"You're pretty good yourself... and yeah, that's what Mom says too."