Ruphhausin
Supernova
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
Sean and Rick had crashed the party, and knew that Angel would not be expecting them to be back in town. They had been gone long enough for her to have grown up more, and right ripe for them to return and do all new intense things to her. She was throwing the party, but as her friends knew how to manage things, she would not be missed as they moved to corner her in the kitchen. That was the one thing that the twin brothers had long been wanting to continue where they left off where she was concerned, and her blond hair was longer now, her teal-blue eyes sparkling as she flirted with one guy, and her body was now perfect at sixteen years old. Five foot one, ninety pounds, and measurements of 38D-22-28. The thing that really was good was she had the bone structure to be has well-endowed as she was, and the brothers loved it.
They moved the moment that no one else was in the kitchen, her twin brothers grabbing her and holding her. Once they had the gag on, then moved her down the stairs, the loud music allowing them to get her into the basement where they had earlier hidden what they would need. They were identical twins, a little shy of a foot taller than her, lithely muscular, fit, with green eyes and dark brown hair as well as lightly tanned skin were a slight contrast to her own slightly light skin. Their dark green shirts, stone-washed jeans, and leather boots and jackets clashed slightly with her Christmas outfit. It was the skimpiest "Santa's Baby" outfit the store had, and as they smiled, they knew she was going to realize that they were going to continue with what they had been stopped from doing when they got shipped off to military school.
They moved the moment that no one else was in the kitchen, her twin brothers grabbing her and holding her. Once they had the gag on, then moved her down the stairs, the loud music allowing them to get her into the basement where they had earlier hidden what they would need. They were identical twins, a little shy of a foot taller than her, lithely muscular, fit, with green eyes and dark brown hair as well as lightly tanned skin were a slight contrast to her own slightly light skin. Their dark green shirts, stone-washed jeans, and leather boots and jackets clashed slightly with her Christmas outfit. It was the skimpiest "Santa's Baby" outfit the store had, and as they smiled, they knew she was going to realize that they were going to continue with what they had been stopped from doing when they got shipped off to military school.