Time goes by as George sits by himself all alone in the cafe trying to figure out some plot to get at his brother. But if the truth is known, he is not the brightest of men (or of the brothers) and quickly gets stuck.
Finally giving up, he justs orders more black coffee and pursues his hobby of manfully breaking toothpicks while he twisting his moustache with his other hand.
It's not fair! All I want to do is to make my twin brother pay - painfully! Is that too much to ask?
The sound of the cafe door opening causes him to look up and he sees a man walk over to the counter, giving him a smile as he does so.
Why did he smile at me? I don't know him! I never seen him in my life!
Then realisation dawns.
He thinks I am my brother!
That is the final straw. All his life, people have mistaken him for his brother. At school, at home. Even here, where he just wants to be alone and have a quiet drink, people still think he is his brother.
It's not fair!!! It wouldn't have been like this if I was born first! No sir!!!
Pushed to his limits, George squeezes his plastic cup and immediately soaks his face in coffee...
She giggled back. "Oh yessss...Your baby was a good girl today. Does Daddy have a present for his little Belle?"
He continued to rub himself up and down her back, while Belle was looking out the window looking for spectators. Just when she looked down, Belle saw Fifi making a lewd gesture to her with her breasts and finished it off with a kiss.
As I waited for Mom to get out of shock at my helpful suggestion, the phone rang in the kitchen. I ran in really quick to answer it. It was a girl and she asked for Brad! When did he become a ladies man? I had to laugh!
I went back outside to talk to Mom a little bit more, when Uncle Paulie shows up. He grabbed my breast and kissed me! With tongue! GROSS! Then he ups and goes kissing Mom! Even-wait, that's kinda interesting. Maybe....naw! Fifi came out the house right then and kicked Uncle Paulie really hard. My sides twitched and I wanted to laugh but I didn't. I was good.
The front doorbell rang a couple of times. So I dashed through the house to answer the door. A pretty girl in a cheerleader's outfit was there. This must be that girl. What was her name? Oh yeah! Heidi!
"Oh hey, Heidi. How was practice?"
"Good! Coach told me I'll have to quit the team if I can't pass this class."
"Hey, that's a bummer. Brad's room is 3rd floor, 2nd door on the right. Just follow the stench. It'll lead you to him."
I went back to the back porch and gave Mom a quick hug. I whispered, "Think about it, Mom! I bet this plan will work great! I gotta go! I reaaaaaaally want that coffee!" With a last quick squeeze, I ran around the house and hopped into my car.
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As I walk into the Cafe, I notice two things. Dad was sitting at the counter with a big coffee stain on his shirt. When did Dad leave the house? I thought- I stop walking and a blush cascades all the way down my body. Oh God! It's Eric! What am I suppose to do? Should I say hi? I have that massage appointment with him tommorrow! Oh god. He's soooooo good looking! Yeah! I'll say hi. Can't hurt.
Trying to seem normal, I first head for the counter and order a large mocha cappacino to go. Casually turning, I make it look like I just notice Eric sitting at the table. I walk over to him and tap him on the broad hard shoulder. When he glances up to see who it is, I grin and give him a wink. "Hey, what are you doing all alone tonight? I thought the girls in town were lined up to be with you."
Struggling to regain his cool, and hide his embarrassment he looked at her. Well not at her eyes. Her t-shirt was strained by her large breasts. Brad could clearly see her nipples underneath. Wow. Double Wow! She was awesome.
Heidi clearly needed him, and must have been desparate to come to Brad of all people. Be cool Brad, be cool.
So, uh where do we start?
Behind her by the window Brad could see Belle now as naked as a jaybird pushing up both her tits into Howie's mouth. Uh oh. What if Heidi notices?
Fifi and Dolly return to the house after spotting Belle lusting after Fifi's body. Fifi wears two pony tails high on either side of her head tied in big purple bows and a fresh outfit—purple hot pants, and a tight purple sleeveless top, skintight leaving little to the imagination while Dolly has a two matching purple bows, one on each ear.
*Brad’s bedroom door knob turns and opens as he and Heidi hear...*
"My little girl needs to get to sleepy weepy. You’ve had a long busy day…Mommy wommy will tuck you in bed sweetheart." Fifi is baby talking to Dolly as she enters Brad’s bedroom with Dolly tucked under her.
Finally spotting the two teenagers, one a younger version of herself and the tall gangly nephew of Paulie’s. "You two will have to leave my room now. It’s time for my little girl to go to bed." She leaves the door wide open for them, fully expecting them to use it. Instead they both stand there looking at her like she’s a dumb blonde. Fifi moves towards the bed, "Hey where’s Paulie? What’d he do with my luggage? Don’t tell me he’s sent me packing?" Fifi begins to cry, "He really does like that…that…that…Brunette’s boobies better!!!!!!!!!!" Tears pour down Fifi’s face as she sobs loudly. And Dolly joins her with a long blood curdling howl. Fifi of course still hasn’t realized she’s in the wrong room.
http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgGracie mulled over her daughter's sure-fire suggestion to seduce Georgie. He USED to like it. Then again he used to like a lot of things when they were first married. Maybe she could get George interested in some extra holidays in the meantime.
"Dammit!" she swore, slamming her cup of coffee down on the kitchen table, splashing it all over. Grabbing a couple of the 'thicker picker upper', Gracie wiped up the mess, more angry that the styrofoam cup couldn't be used again than anything else. But there were more important things for her to worry about, and one of them was upstairs sleeping while they had a house full of company.
Gracie climbed the stairs and headed down the hall. There was a lot of commotion coming from Brad's room, but she didn't slow down. Georgie and only Georgie was on her mind.
I arched my back and heaved my breasts forward, "Look at her and look at me. And tell me, who's better."
He looked at me unconvinced. I grabbed his hand and brought it to the underside of my left breast.
Just then, a woman with a high pitch squeal burst through Brad's door. She reminded me of a retired prostitute, dressed in purple and holding a stuffed animal. She started rambling something incoherent and screaming at the top of her lungs. Before I knew it, she and her stuffed animal were crying at the top of their lungs.
I looked at Brad, "Uh...I think you're busy...I'll see ya later, " and made a quick exit.
Mr Burns was taking his dog, Sam, out for a walk as he always did that time of night. This time though, he had decided to walk on the hill behind the houses. What he didn't realise was that from the top of the hill, he could see down into the Longs' bedroom, especially if their light was on. This he quickly found out that night. He watched as Belle Long paraded herself by the window.
He had come so close it wasn't fair. Just as he got his first handful of a real breast this crazy woman comes barging in and ...and Heidi leaves. Furious, Brad turns to Fifi and blurts out-
"Its all your fault! She....I.......was going to touch her breasts .............maybe more! You RUINED it. I'l never forgive you ever...."
Eyes downcast Brad was ashamed at his outburst. He said quietly to Fifi:
"Can you do something about this for me, talk to her do something anything?
Howie let one hand slide down from Belles firm breasts over her
tight stomach to the crotchless gusset of her teddy.He stroked
his wife teasingly, his fingers lightly caressing the insides of
Belles thighs.Belle had leant forward,supporting her weight on the windows frame,but Howie was too engrossed to notice that
his wife was practically hanging out of their bedroom window.
By now Howies fingers were brushing his wifes tight curls,he
leaned in, his mouth close to Belles ear.
" You look so hot Belle," he whispered. "are you ready for your
present yet?"
He paused for a moment,savouring the wet heat as he entered
Belle.After a couple of seconds he began to shaft her with a
steady rhythem,breathing deeply as he settled into a pace he
felt he could maintain.
"Oh yeah Belle, that feels so good."
Belle leaned against the window sill her large tits bouncing in
time with Howies thrusting.She wondered to herself whether
her earlier flirting with Paulie Piffle was the cause for the
increased zeal in Howie's lovemaking.
I was still snuffling as I listening to the young kid’s worry about his girl leaving. Her backside was on it’s way out the door, "Ummmmmm you…"
"Heidi, her name is Heidi," Brad coached me.
"Ummmmmm Heidi, please come back, help…" I struggled to try to figure out his name too.
"Brad, my name is Brad," Brad coached yet again.
"Yes, Brad…Brad here would like you to stay. And me and my Dolly are leaving."
Turning back to Brad, "If Paulie comes back here for me, please tell him that I’m leaving. Me and Dolly are going back home to Mama. Tell him to send my clothes back there please."
I grabbed up Dolly, turned on my heel and slipped past the bewildered teenagers, stomping down the stairs, out the door and straight to Paulie’s VW Van. I opened the door, set Dolly upon the passenger seat and climbed in after her. And with a puff of black smoke, squealed the tires as I headed back out on to the road.
Fifi walks back in, dragging Dolly on a leash behind her. She looks much worse for wear, and has bare feet and is carrying her heels in her hand.
"Stupid piece of junk," she mumbles on her way up the stairs. Paulie's van broke down a mile away and she had to walk back. She walks up the stairs, opens the 3rd door on the right (still mistakenly in Brad's room instead of hers and Paulie's). Dropping the shoes, then the shirt, then the pants, a trail of clothing leading to the bed. She crawls under the covers with only a skimpy purple bra and small purple lace panties on, she removes Dolly's leash and falls back into the bed, quickly falling into an exhausted sleep!
Erotic dreams begin to plague her as she sleeps, a smile forming on her face, and God-awful snores reverberate off the walls. Still in sleep she begins to murmur, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh...," giggle. "Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhh Braaaaaaaaad."
For the second time that day, he felt his trousers stirring as he watched the the Longs fuck at their bedroom window. Licking his lips, he decided to get closer for a better look.