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Subject: {ASSM} "The Lottery" - Part 21 (mf, con, rom)
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written permission of the author.  (C)2001 By: Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to persons
alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex, including sex between family
members.  It is intended for adults only.  If you are offended by
material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to
read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material,
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The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@hotmail.com


"The Lottery" - Part 21 (mf, con, rom)
By: Dark Vision
With thanks to Alex.


The two young girls went out to the garage to see how their brothers
cleaned the fish they had caught.  The boys were standing, side-by-side,
at a table, filleting their fish.  Kim and Sally watched as the boys
removed the heads and carefully separated the white meat from the bones.

Sally said, "yuck!"  Gazing at the pile of entrails and severed fish
heads.  "How can you guys touch that stuff?"

Tom smiled at his little sister's discomfort and replied, "Oh, it's not
too bad, you just have to get used to it."

He ran the long, thin blade of his knife through a large walleye, right
behind its head and sawed it towards the tail.  He flipped the slab of
meat over and slid the sharp blade carefully between the skin and the
firm white meat.  Using the tip of the knife, he removed the rib bones
and tossed the fillet into a bowl of water.

"You guys did real good today!"  Kim said, standing across from her
brother.  "When are you two going again?"

She picked up a knife and poked at one of the heads in the pile.
Reflexes caused the mouth of the fish head to move and she dropped the
knife on the table.

"Are they still alive, even after you cut off their heads?"

Jack looked up from the fish he was working on and told her, "No, they
are dead.  Tom and I may go again tomorrow if the weather is good, the
fish are really biting."

He and Tom finished cleaning the last of the fish.  Jack took a shovel
from the garage, dug a hole under an evergreen, and buried the remains.

Returning to the table he said, "It helps them grow!"  Anticipating the
next question the curious girls' would ask.

"So how was your tea party?"  Tom asked the girls mockingly.  "Did you
and your friends have a nice time?"  He helped Jack remove the things
from the table and put them on a workbench in the garage.  The boys
folded the table and put it away.

"We had a nice day with Megan and Angela," Kim told her cousin, "Megan
is very nice and although a bit strange, Angela is alright.  The four of
us just swam, went into the hot tub, and talked."

The boys were finishing up their clean up when Don and Marc pulled into
the drive.  They got out of the car and removed their golf clubs from
the trunk.

Don asked, "How did you guys do fishing today?"

Jack and Tom told their dads about the fishing trip and the fish they
caught.  "We would like to go tomorrow," Jack said, "if I can use the
suburban again.  We have a hot spot and would like to try to catch a few
more fish before I have to winterize the boat."

"I don't see why not, I don't have anything planned that would require
the truck."  Don turned to his daughter and niece and asked, "Did you
girls have a good time with your friends?"

Kim and Sally nodded yes and told the men briefly about the afternoon.

Kim asked Jack, "Can Sally and I go fishing with you guys tomorrow?  We
don't have any plans and it's supposed to be a nice day.  I would like
to catch another fish, like we did up-north."

Jack thought about his sister's request.  He looked at Tom to see what
his feelings were.  Tom shrugged his shoulders, indicating he didn't
care.  "I guess so, but we want to leave early, about six."

The group walked through the garage and into the house.  Jack took the
bowl of fresh fish into the kitchen and put it on the counter.  Marge
put the bowl into the sink and began running cold water over the
fillets, rinsing them thoroughly.  She asked her sister-in-law, "Would
you folks like to stay for dinner?"

Anne went over to the sink to help and said, "sure."  The two women went
about preparing the meal and their husbands went out to the backyard and
relaxed.

The four teens had settled in the family room and turned on the
television.  Sally asked her brother, "Did you take any pictures today?"

"Yes, I shot a whole roll.  We dropped them off at the one-hour photo
shop on our way home.  They should be done by now, maybe I will go and
pick them up before dinner."

"Great, I would love to see them."

Jack and Tom went out to the kitchen and told their mom's they were
going to go pick up the pictures.

Anne said, "You two hurry, it won't be long before dinner."

Kim flipped the channels on the TV, looking for something to watch.  She
found the weather channel and watched to see what kind of day tomorrow
was going to be.

"Look Sally, she said, "it's going to be eighty tomorrow.  We should be
able to get some sun!"

Sally nodded as she watched the forecast.  "Cool in the morning, slight
southwesterly breeze, warmer in the afternoon, no rain."  She said,
repeating the words that scrolled across the screen.  "It sounds
wonderful!"

Kim's mom yelled for the girls to come and set the table.  They went
into the kitchen and collected the dishes and other things they would
need and took them into the dinning room.

Sally asked, "Do you think I could stay here again tonight?  That way I
can sleep a little later.  Besides, I really liked sleeping with you
again, I miss it."  The girls went back to the family room and waited
for dinner.  Their brothers came in, Tom holding the envelope of
pictures.

Kim told Sally, "I don't see why not."

The boys sat on the couch next to the girls, Tom pulled the photos out
and handed them to Sally.

"Don't see why not what?" he said.

"I am going to stay here tonight so I will be up in time to go fishing
with you guys."  She said, looking at each picture and then handing it
to Kim.  "These are much better than the last batch, you are getting the
hang of your new camera."

Tom said, "Thanks, I am doing better with my composition.  The books I
have been reading have helped."

The girls finished looking at the pictures from the day's trip.  Kim
handed the stack back to Tom and complimented him on his work.  Anne
called the kids, telling them dinner was ready.  The four teens went
into the dining room and took their place at the table.

A large platter of fillets sat in the middle of the table.  Coleslaw,
French fried potatoes, green beans, and fresh bread surrounded the hot
fish on separate plates and bowls.  They passed the food among
themselves until everyone's plate was full.  As the two families ate,
the men told their wives about their game of golf, the girls talked to
each other about the day and the boys, their mouths full most of the
time, talked about where they would fish tomorrow.

Once everyone had their fill of the fish and other things, Marge went
into the kitchen and brought out a plate of cookies.  Anne served hot
coffee to the adults and the kids drank milk.

When the meal was complete and the table cleared, the two families went
into the family room.  Don pulled a chair over to the door wall and sat
facing the rest of the family members.

"I think it is time we had a talk," he said.

The teens stopped their chatter and looked at him.  Each kid had any
number of things racing through their heads as they waited in
anticipation to hear what Don had to say.  The two women looked at their
children and saw they were uneasy.

"I understand, that you kids have been asking about your grandparents.
I want to try to explain what happened and why you have never seen
them.  First of all, our father died when we were young, I was thirteen,
and Anne was eleven.  Our mother, your grandmother, never remarried and
raised us by herself.  She was set in her ways and very strict.  The
small town we lived in was in the Bible belt and all of the folks went
to the same church.  Your grandmother and Marc and Marge's parents, your
other grandparents, knew each other from church, but weren't really
friends."

Don surveyed the room, he could see that the kids were trying to follow
him, but because of the relationship of the four adults, it was
difficult.

"We were never told about sex.  We had to learn from the limited sex
education at school and what we heard from the other kids in the
neighbor hood.  We were pretty na ve about the whole sex thing.  We knew
how babies were made, but nothing of the romantic side of sex.  When
Marge and Anne met, things changed and through experimentation, we found
out that sex could be fun."

Don stood up and began to pace.  He knew what he wanted to say, but he
was having trouble finding the words.

"For the first year or so after the four of us met, we had an on again
off again relationship with each other.  It wasn't until Marc and I were
seventeen and your moms were turning sixteen that we started to date
each other as boyfriends and girlfriends."

Anne could tell that her brother was starting to get a little
uncomfortable with the explanation.  She walked over to him and put her
hand on his shoulder.

"Want me to take over?"  He nodded and joined Marge on the couch.

Anne sat in the chair, "Your fathers were the greatest boyfriends a girl
could ask for.  They always treated us well and never talked to their
friends about what we did together.  They took Marge and I to the prom
and a couple of months later, she and I found out we were pregnant."

"Well," she continued, "when your grandparents found out things got real
ugly."  Marge and I were allowed to finish that school year, but as soon
as school was out for the summer things changed.  It seems that my mom
and your other grandparents had been talking to each other.  Marge and I
hadn't begun to show when school ended and no one in town knew we were
pregnant."

Anne's eyes were filling with tears.  Marge went to her side and put her
hand on her shoulder.  "Are you ok?" she asked.

Anne shook her head and said, "yes."  Marge stayed at her side as she
went on.

"The last day of school was a Friday and your fathers' graduation
ceremony was held that night.  The next day your grandparents, all three
of them, sat us all down for a talk.  We were told that we were no
longer welcome there and would have to leave.  They gave us an old car,
one thousand dollars and told us to pack our things.  They said that if
we wanted to act like adults, we could live like adults."

Anne had tears running down her cheeks, as did Marge.  They looked at
their children and saw the girls were also crying, the boys were
fighting it.  Don got up and gave the women tissues to dry their eyes.

"That afternoon," Anne said, slightly sobbing, "The four of us packed
all of the things we could fit into the car and left.  We had no idea
where we were going to go or how we were going to live.  After driving
all night, we ended up in a little truck stop in Kentucky.  We were the
only people in the restaurant except for a nice waitress and the cook.
She came over and talked with us for a long time.  When we finally told
her what had happened, she told us that you could get married in
Kentucky at sixteen without your parent's permission.  Your fathers
proposed to us in the booth at the truck stop."

The two women had stopped crying and giggled remembering the two boys on
their knees next to the booth.

"It was Sunday, and there was nothing we could do about it that day.  We
found a little motel and checked in to wait for Monday.  Because we
didn't have very much money, we shared a room.  We spent the day walking
around the little town and talking.  We decided that we would go to
Michigan because that is where the auto plants were and the best place
to find jobs.  That night we went back to the motel and went to bed."

Anne stopped talking, turned to Marge, and whispered, "Remember that
night?"  Marge nodded her head, smiled and then began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?"  Marc asked.

"Just memories," Marge said to her brother.

Anne went on, "Monday we spent the day taking care of the legal matters,
and we were married by a justice of the peace.  We went back to the
truck stop for dinner and thanked the waitress, and left for Michigan.
Once we got here, we found a motel that rented rooms by the week and
moved in.  Your fathers went out the next day and looked for work.
Things were pretty good at that time and they found jobs at the same
shop.  Within three weeks we were able to rent a small house and move
in.  We bought a couple of mattresses at a second hand shop and for the
first month that is all the furniture we had.  Your fathers were able to
work a lot of over time and soon we were picking up a few things for the
house.  Marge and I found jobs at a restaurant as waitresses, and worked
there for sixteen years."

Anne asked Marge to finish the story.

"That fall you boys were born and we called your grandparents to tell
them.  We were told to never call again.  So, that's why you kids have
never met your grandparents and why we don't talk to them."

The four teens sat silently for a few minutes after Marge stopped
talking.

Jack said, "Do you know where they are now?"

Don said, "No, we have never heard from them in a very long time.  We
sent Christmas cards and pictures for a few years.  When the girls were
two, the cards were returned by the Post Office as undeliverable, so we
stopped sending them."

Don gestured to Marc and the men joined their wives.  Standing side by
side, their arms around each other, Don said, "We don't ever want
anything like that to happen to you kids.  We love you and want you to
be able to talk to us and tell us anything.  We also want you to know,
that no matter what, we will never treat you kids like our parents
treated us.  We want you guys to be a part of our lives forever.  We
want to enjoy our grandchildren and help you anyway we can.  The four of
us grew up in fear and we don't want that to happen to you.  So please,
always feel that you can come to us with anything."

The four kids went to their parents and hugged them.  The girls began to
cry.

"Thank you for telling us," Kim said, "I will always love you and never
feel afraid to talk to you."

The other three teens all told their parents' thanks and that they loved
them.  The two families hugged and comforted each other for a while then
returned to their seats.

Sally asked her brother, "Can you please run me home so I can get some
things for tomorrow?  I will need something warm to wear on the boat in
the morning when we go fishing."

Tom nodded and asked his dad for the keys to the car.

Jack said, "Tom, why don't you get your things and stay here too.  That
way we can get an early start."

"Ok," Tom said, "let's go Sally.  I want to get back and get to bed.
Five o'clock is going to come early."

Sally jumped up and went over to Kim.  The two girls discussed their
wardrobe for the day on the boat.

Sally said, "I'm ready Tom, let's go."

The brother and sister left, Kim and Jack went upstairs.  Kim went to
her room and selected the clothes she would wear tomorrow.  She picked
out a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt for the morning, shorts, and a
tee shirt for the afternoon and her white bikini swimsuit.  She packed
everything except the sweats in a small duffel bag and set it near the
door.  She went into the hall and through her brother's open door.

Jack was sitting on his bed reading the latest copy of a fishing
magazine when his sister sat beside him.

"Jack, I want us to promise to always love each other, no matter what.
I don't ever want us to grow apart.  I know that we will fight, I guess
all brothers and sisters do, but I don't ever want us to hate one
another."

Jack laid his magazine on the bed and turned to his little sister.  He
looked into her sparkling blue eyes, smiled, and put his arm around her
shoulder.

"I could never hate you.  You piss me off sometimes, but I get over it.
The eight of us are the only family we have and you are my only sister.
I love you Kim and will always protect you."

Kim threw her arms around his neck and held him close.  Her eyes filled
with tears as she rested her head on his shoulder.  She released his
neck and said, "thanks."  She stood up and started to leave the room.

Jack said, "Hey!"

Kim turned and looked at him.

"Besides, you have a great ass."

She went back to the side of his bed and smacked him on the arm.  Then
she put her arms around his neck again and said, "So do you."  She
kissed his forehead and left the room.

In the family room the four adults sat and talked about the events of
their teenage years and how they would never cause their children the
same pain.

Don asked, "Anyone for the hot tub?"

Everyone agreed that that sounded like a good idea and went out to the
pool area.  Marge closed the drapes, blocking the view of the pool and
hot tub from the family room.  The kids knew that when the drapes were
closed, it meant do not disturb.  Don went into the pool house, started
the hot tub, and returned to the rest of the group.  Quietly, the four
undressed and climbed into the hot water.  Don and Marge sat across from
their brother and sister.  The four relaxed in the tub, no one was
speaking.

Marge thought back to the little town in Kentucky.  She remembered that
Sunday afternoon after Don had proposed.

                                                          * * * *

The four teens walked along the deserted streets of the small mining
town.  The shops were closed and only occasionally did they see another
person.  Marge and Don held hands as they walked.  The four talked about
their future and the dreams they had.  Marc and Anne, also hand in hand
talked about buying a house and car.

The afternoon was warm and sunny.  They stopped in a small park in the
center of town and sat on a wooden bench.  Don put his arm around her
and kissed her deeply.  Marge was happier than she had ever been in her
short life.  She kissed her husband to be back, stroking the back of his
head.  Marc and Anne also embraced and kissed each other.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the park, leaving when the sun
was beginning to set.  They stopped at a store and to buy bread and
lunchmeat to make sandwiches with back at the room.  Hand in hand the
four walked back to the small motel.

Their room was barely big enough for the two double beds and the single
dresser.  The bathroom had a small shower stall and a toilet.  The sink
was in a counter just outside of the bathroom and part of the main
room.  A small table in the corner by the door had two un-matching
chairs pulled up to it.  Thin tattered curtains covered the only window.

Marge and Anne made sandwiches while Don showered and Marc watched the
small black and white television.  When Don came out of the bathroom,
Marc went in.

While Marc showered, the two girls went out to the car and searched
through the cardboard boxes their clothes had been hastily thrown into.
They picked out nightgowns and clean clothes for the morning.

Back in the room, Marc was sitting on one of the beds, watching TV with
Don.  The four ate their meager dinner and the girls went into the small
bathroom together to clean up.

"You know," Marge told her soon to be sister in law, "This is the first
time we will sleep with them, alone, and all night.  Are you scared?"

Anne removed the clothes she had worn for two days.  "No, are you?"

"A little, but I will be alright.  I can't believe they asked us to
marry them.  Yesterday we were wondering what we would do and now we are
going to be married."

Marge pulled off the last of her clothes and stepped into the small
shower stall.  Anne sat on the toilet to wait her turn.

"I have dreamed about marrying your brother Marge, but my vision of the
wedding was a little different.  I wanted you to be my maid of honor and
to have a large group of attendants and brides maids.  Now it will just
be the four of us."

Marge climbed out of the shower, leaving the water run for Anne.  She
pulled one of the small coarse white towels from the wire rack on the
wall.  Anne climbed into the shower and pulled the plastic curtain
closed.  Marge dried her self and wrapped the towel around her head to
dry her hair.

"I guess it is just going to be the four of us for a while, at least
until the babies come."

She rubbed her stomach, noting that she was developing a very slight
bulge.  She knew that no one could tell she was pregnant, not by
looking.

"Do you think they will still like us when we are fat?"  Marge asked.

Anne turned off the water and opened the curtain.  She reached for a
towel and stood in the small enclosure to dry herself.

"Sure they will," she said.  "After all, the babies are theirs too.  I
wonder how long we can have sex, or how long the guys will want to."

The two girls started to laugh.  They slipped into the old cotton
nightgowns they had brought in and pulled the wet towels from their
hair.

Anne said, "I wish I had something sexy to wear tonight.  I don't really
think Marc will be turned on by this old thing."

"Do you think you will really have it on all that long?"  Marge said,
opening the door into the room.

"I hope not!"  Anne giggled as she followed Marge out of the bathroom.

The guys were sitting on the beds, watching television.

Don said, "It took long enough.  What were you two doing in there?"

Don and Marc were wearing boxers and tee shirts.  Neither of them wore
pajamas to sleep in.  The boys stood up, turned down the covers of their
beds, and invited their brides to be to join them.  Marge and Anne sat
on the edge of the beds and looked at their brothers then at their
boyfriends.  Anne swung her legs onto the bed, put her pillow behind
her, and sat against the headboard.  Marc sat next to her and pulled the
covers up to their waists.  Marge and Don mimicked their siblings and
the four teens sat in silence, watching TV.

The events of the last two days caught up with them and they all
realized that their lives were changed forever.  They were young and on
their own.  They would have to make the best of things no matter how
hard things became.

Marge wrapped her arms around Don's arm and pulled it to her side.  He
could feel the soft flesh of her breast pressed against his arm and the
warmth of her.  He turned to face her and saw the tears in her eyes.
Gently he kissed away the small drops and whispered, "I love you Marge,
and I will always love you.  We will be fine and I will make you a good
husband.  No matter what happens I will take care of you and the baby."
She felt comforted as Don rubbed her stomach.

"Will you still feel that way when I am fat and ugly?"  She whispered
into his ear.

Don wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tight.  He stroked
her damp hair and kissed her forehead lightly.  He reached over her and
turned of the small lamp that sat on the table between the beds.  Marc
got up, turned off the television, and returned to bed.

Don and Marge slid down and lay on their sides facing each other.  The
room was dark except for the flashing light of the pink neon sign that
filtered through the thin curtains.  The glow fell across Marge's face
for a moment and then she was lost in the darkness.  Don put his arms
around her and kissed her on the mouth.  The kiss was soft and lasted
for minutes.  She relaxed her lips and allowed his tongue into her
mouth, sucking it lightly.  Don rubbed her side and brushed her breasts.

Marge broke the kiss and quietly removed her nightgown.  She pulled
Don's shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.  He rose up on
one elbow a she laid on her back.  He ran his hand over her stomach and
whispered, "That's our baby sweetheart."

He glided his hand up and covered one of her breasts.  Massaging it
firmly, he felt her nipple harden against the palm of his hand.  She
moaned as he ran his fingertip over the protrusion, taking it between
his thumb and finger.  He rolled her nipple and pulled it away from her
breast.

Don moved his hand to her other breast and lowered his mouth to the one
he had been teasing.  He sucked on the firm flesh and probed her nipple
with his tongue.  She held the back of his head with one hand and
stroked his bare side with the other.  He increased the suction on her
breast when she moved her hand to his crotch and squeezed his penis.

Marge hooked her thumb in the elastic waistband of his boxers and tried
to push them down.  He released her breast and helped her remove the
last item of clothing between them.  She wrapped her small fingers
around his hard shaft and stroked it slowly.

Don put his hand between her legs and rubbed her vagina.  He could feel
the moisture that escaped from between the puffy lips.  He used his
middle finger to part her and rub along the length of her opening.  She
increased the pressure on his penis when his finger made contact with
her engorged clit.

When Don's finger slipped into her, she covered his mouth with hers and
moaned into it.  She drove her tongue into his mouth as he stroked the
inside of her dripping pussy.

"Rub my clit."  She pleaded.

He used his thumb to push against her button and continued to finger
her.  Marge released his penis and pushed him onto his back.  She
climbed on top of him and lowered her crotch to his.  Gently she rocked
back and forth, wetting his member with her wet vagina.

Marge rose up and used her hand to put his penis against her opening.
She lowered herself slowly and felt the hard flesh impale her.  Don
bucked up to meet her, driving himself completely into her.  She kissed
him and said softly, "Take it easy, just lie still and let me do it."

Don attempted to relax, but he was so excited that he couldn't.  He
started to move his hips against her as she rose and lowered herself on
him.

Marge glanced to the bed next to them and saw her brother on top of
Anne.  She could see his butt raise and lower, under the blankets, at a
rapid pace.  She returned her attention to Don.  She rose up and off his
throbbing penis and let it flop onto his stomach.

"Relax," she said, "we don't have to hurry anymore."

She laid on him and waited for him to clam down before she reinserted
him into her pussy.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, sitting on him
with his penis buried inside her.  He reached up with both hands and
covered her breasts, massaging them.  Marge rose up until he was almost
out of her and then pushed back down.  She enjoyed the feeling of being
filled and stretched.  Don pinched and rolled her nipples as she slowly
rode him.  She again glanced at her brother and Anne.  They had finished
their lovemaking, and were watching her and Don.  She ignored them and
concentrated on making love to her soon to be husband.

Marge increased the speed of her humping.  Don moaned out loud and began
to move in time with her.  As she came down on his tool, he pushed up
against her.  Together they pushed against each other.  She felt his
body stiffen and his pace quicken.  She lay down against him.  He put
his hands on her hips and guided her up and down.  He pushed hard
against her and held her to him as he emptied his semen into her
contracting cavern.  She ground her clit against the base of his penis
and felt her own orgasm reach its peak.

Completely exhausted, they laid quietly together, Don's semi-hard penis
still concealed in her cum filled hole.  Marge nestled her face into his
neck and fell asleep.

                                                         * * * *

Marge felt her husband's hand sliding up her leg and bump into her
crotch.  "Are you ok?" he asked.

Marge shook her head yes and said, "Just remembering Kentucky."

Don knew what she had been daydreaming about and just smiled at her.  He
stroked her under the swirling water and kissed her on the cheek.  "I
don't know about you guys," he said, "but I'm getting water logged."

He stood up and Marge followed him out of the hot tub, Marc and Anne
right behind them.  The four went into the pool house and showered
together.

After they had dried themselves, they went to the tub, retrieved their
clothes, and dressed.  They opened the door wall and went into the
family room.  The four adults were sitting on the couch when Tom and
Sally returned.

"Where are Jack and Kim?"  Sally asked.

Marge told them that she thought they were upstairs.  The two kids left
the family room and ran upstairs.

Kim was in her room finishing her homework when Sally came in.

"Tom and I stopped at the store on the way back," Sally said, "Look what
I bought us."

She sat on the bed, opened the shopping bag she had carried in, and
removed the contents.  Kim joined her on the bed and she handed her one
of the garments from the bag.

"What are these?"  Kim asked as she unfolded the pink clothing.  She
held up a pair of knit pants and a matching long-sleeved shirt.  The
items looked like they were much too small for her as she held the shirt
against her chest.

"Thermal long underwear," Sally replied, "Tom said it might be cold on
the boat in the morning so I picked them up for us.  See, mine match
yours."  She held her own outfit up for her cousin to see.

"They look too small," Kim said, standing up and removing her skirt and
top.  Dressed in only her cranberry panties and bra, she pulled the
bottoms on.  She stretched the pink pants over her legs and hips,
pulling the crotch tightly between her legs.  She put the shirt over her
head and pushed her arms through the sleeves.  Grabbing the bottom of
the tight top, Kim pulled it over her breasts and down to her waist.
Standing in front of the mirror, she examined the new underwear.  She
noticed how the fabric clung to her body, defining every mound and
valley.  She could see the outline of her panties and bra in the pink
material.

"I just love them!"  Kim exclaimed, watching Sally shed her jeans and
shirt and put on her matching outfit, "I could even sleep in these.
Let's go and show the guys."  The two girls went across the hall and
into Jack's bedroom.

"How do you two like our new outfits?"  Kim asked the boys.

Jack and Tom looked at their shapely sisters as they stood next to each
other, their hands on their hips.  Jack let out a low wolf whistle and
Tom grabbed his camera.  He snapped several shots of the two girls as
they turned around slowly for him.  The girls giggled at the boy's
reaction and began to pose for them.  Tom kept shooting pictures as the
girls tried to look sexy.

"You two look real cute."  Jack told them, "And those outfits should
keep you warm tomorrow.  It is going to be cold on the lake until the
sun gets up.  You two should get some sleep, we have to get up early."

The girls agreed, bounded out of his room and back into Kim's room.

Kim flipped the door closed and pulled the tight pink thermal top over
her head.  She pushed the matching pants down and, hopping on one foot,
pulled them over her left foot.  Reversing the process she finished
removing the new garment and carried it to the loveseat, folded it
carefully and put it with the sweat suit she would wear tomorrow
morning.  After removing her bra, Kim put on a pair of pajamas and went
to brush her teeth.

Sally removed her pink outfit and fished a nightshirt out of her duffel
bag, pulled it over her head and joined her cousin in the bathroom.

"We should put our things in one bag for tomorrow," she mumbled around
the toothbrush stuck in her mouth.  She spit the foamy remains into the
sink and rinsed with water.

Kim removed the elastic band that held her ponytail, shook her head, and
picked up her hairbrush.

"That's a great idea, then we will only have to carry one bag," she
replied, pulling the brush through her hair.  "How do you think I would
look with short hair?  I have been thinking of cutting this off."

She held her hair at her neckline and waved to blonde locks at Sally.

"I think you would look cute, and it would be much easier to take care
of."

Sally took Kim's hair in her hands from behind and held it along side
her head, trying to show her how it would look.  "How short would you
cut it?"

"Maybe to here," Kim said, holding the side of her hand parallel to the
bottom of her chin.  "I will look through a couple of my magazines and
find something I like and ask my mom.  This long hair is such a hassle
sometimes, especially with the pool."  Kim pulled away from Sally and
said, "Let's go tell our parents goodnight and get some sleep.  The guys
want us up early."

The girls went downstairs and found their parents sitting in the family
room.

"We are going to bed."  Sally announced, "We just wanted to say
goodnight."

Sally and Kim kissed their parents.  Sally whispered into her mom's ear,
"I only have one pill left mom, we need to get more."

Anne said, "I know, Aunt Marge and I have already taken care of that for
you two.  You guys get some sleep and we will see you tomorrow."

As the two teens walked to the stairs they heard their dads asking their
moms what they had taken care of, and then muffled laughter.  They went
upstairs and to Kim's room.  The girls saw Tom in the hall, headed to
one of the guest rooms.  "Six o'clock," he said as he passed the girls,
"If you aren't up, we won't wait!"  The two girls nodded and went into
Kim's room.

Kim pulled back the covers on the bed and the teens jumped in.  After
jockeying for position, Kim turned off the light on the nightstand and
said, "Goodnight Sally, see you in the morning."

She rolled on her side, put her arm over her cousin and fell asleep,
snuggled against Sally's warm body.

                                                       <continued>

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