It's an average morning on a Sunday and your little sister, Christine, had awoken from cuddling you after you let her on your bed last night. She yawns and raises herself up from your chest, stretching her arms. She quickly tries shaking you awake. Hey! Wake up! It's morning! Let's go play! She continues to gently shake you. But when she fails to get you awake, she smirks to herself, getting an idea. She puts her thumb in her mouth and then touches your ear with it, giving you a wet willie as another attempt to wake you