It is summer and the breeze is Heavenly. "Bree." I like that name. Sister Pugnatious shakes her head, "It must be a Saint's name. Bridget; that's a good name." The young man streatches back accross the bed; "Micheal." "A boy? Well, maybe, I like Christopher." What a strange day. He hears the second sister coming upstairs. He is naked. Sister Pugnatious grabs his arm, "This is our secret." The second Sister: Sister Slam, removes her dress. She walks about only in her black tights. There are two open gable windows. The young man is sitting on the edge of the bed nearest the windows. "Are you going to jump?" Sister Slam wraps her arms around him and presses his head into her bare breasts. He is aroused. In no time at all; Sister slam is rutting on the young man's erection. "Let him go!" Sister Pugnatious grabs her fellow Sister by the hair. Sister Slam had kept her tights on the stain was up her belly and down her nylon thighs. The two Sisters tore at each others hair and slapped each others face. "Stop! It's o.k." he pushes Sister Pugnatious with both hands on her hips. She breaks her hold on Sister Slam and pulls him to her left hip by his right arm. The right side of his face is press against Sister Pugnatious belly. He wonders if he can feel the baby moving. He feels only her belly. "What's your problem? I'm wearing my tights!" Sister Slam is upset. "Just back off." Sister Pugnatious' voice is very scary. Sister Slam looks confused. She slips off her tights and drops them in the wicker hamper. "Well, I'm going to take a shower... wanna watch?" she smiles at him. The shower starts and the door is left open. He is aroused. "Keep it under control." Sister Pugnatious is holding him with both hands on either shoulder. "I'll try." he puts both hands over his erection. She rubs his belly and then kisses him, while putting his t-shirt on. The shower stops, Sister Slam is laughing as she walks into the room. "I want some water." the young man replies. (^)(^) |