Stephen_Lucan
07-05-2009, 07:37 PM
I
Sisters Abigail and Isabel Walsh made their solitary way towards the fine oak tree, near the edge of the creek. As Abigail hung back at the base of the tree, her sister Isabel continued on towards the waterbed. From under the cool shade of the tree’s overbearing limbs, Abigail watched as her sister picked up rocks from the shoreline and took her time skidding them across the creek. Abigail was young, nineteen, and fully developed as a young woman. He dark brunet waves contrasted to those of her sister’s curly blond locks. She stood at around five and a half feet tall, and rightly knew of her glorious features. Wearing attire that compliments her shape, she is prone to attracting many of the opposite sex. She looked out, with her hazel eyes, watching her sister perform circus tricks atop a large bolder which sat at the creaks edge.
Her sister, Isabel, was a year younger than her sister, and fresh out of high school. She, unlike her sister, had a greater beauty in the eyes of men. She was a couple of inches taller than her sister; she bore blue eyes, and was an incredibly seductive tease. She would often lure males into her chamber, tease them with her body, and just when she would give herself to them, she’d pull away, and send the angered men home. She thought of this much more than a game, it was a sport to her, and she took it both seriously and humorously. They lived in a different world altogether, and would only come out to corrupt ours.
Isabel turned around towards the large oak tree and saw her sister lying out in the grass exposed. There she stretched, and she coiled; seducing the unseen world. When Isabel saw this she quickly leaped off from the bolder and joined her sister. She slowly unbuttoned her uniform and slipped off her plaid skirt. Then she lay down in the milky grass along side her sister. There they coiled, and were gay, staring at the evening sky. Then, close by, they heard a sound coming from the bushes behind them. They quickly turned their eyes towards the sound and saw nothing. When they looked closer and still could not see a thing, they both climbed up into the tree, and looked out over its long limbs.
Moments later, the sounds picked up, again. It sounded closer this time, and the two sisters both looked out eager to see what was intruding upon their marry time. When, out from behind the tree, walked a young man in his early twenties. He stood firm, with short brown hair and a scruffy face. When he passed underneath the tree, the two sisters leaned out and watched him make his way towards the water, unaware of their presence.
Abigail became intrigued by this young man, and would see to it he was hers. She opened her mouth and began singing an old folk song, and soon after her sister joined in. They caught the attention of the young man, who turned his head towards the beautiful harmony slithering out from the tree behind him. Upon baring his eyes upon their naked flesh, he walked ever so gracefully towards them, aroused by their appearance. Isabel approached him first, while still lingering within the tree. She sat her bare bottom on the coarse surface of the limb, and opened her legs to him. As she began to whisper enchantments into his ear, he reached out, his eyes gazing unto hers, and touched her. She gave out several sighs and finally closed her legs. Thereupon, Abigail approached him, and as she sat down upon the rough limb, she wrapped her legs around his neck and felt him touch her. She too sighed, and let him go.
Then, both sisters dropped down from their heavenly state, and made their way towards the aroused young man. There they wrapped and coiled their bodies around him, stripping him of his clothes, and seducing him down to the cold dewy grass. Both sisters played with the young man. Isabel would tease him, while Abigail would stare deep into his eyes, locking onto him as if he were some target. But unknowing to him, he was. There was something about him that she liked, something about him that made her want him more than she wanted any other man. She ran her hands through his hair, and sank her lips into his open mouth. This lasted for quite some time, until Abigail discovered her sister had already started her intercourse with the young man. Once she saw this, Abigail threw her sister off of the young man and started screaming at her. Isabel became so upset that her sister was yelling at her that she started crying. This made Abigail sad, and upset with herself that she had made her sister cry. So, in a rage, Abigail began beating on the helpless young man, slamming her fists into his head. The young man was so offset by what was happening that he couldn’t bring himself to defend himself. He lay there, letting Abigail’s fists beat him as cold as the dewy grass he lay on. She kept hammering her fists into his skull, unaware of the blood which had spread all over her hands and all around the young man’s face. She continued, until her emotions became overwhelming, and she collapsed onto the corpse of her lover. His soul had now gone, along with her dreams of his companionship.
Tears streamed down from her eyes, drying onto her face. She lay there on top of him, their naked bodies growing colder as the warm evening air passed along into the cool night breeze.
Sisters Abigail and Isabel Walsh made their solitary way towards the fine oak tree, near the edge of the creek. As Abigail hung back at the base of the tree, her sister Isabel continued on towards the waterbed. From under the cool shade of the tree’s overbearing limbs, Abigail watched as her sister picked up rocks from the shoreline and took her time skidding them across the creek. Abigail was young, nineteen, and fully developed as a young woman. He dark brunet waves contrasted to those of her sister’s curly blond locks. She stood at around five and a half feet tall, and rightly knew of her glorious features. Wearing attire that compliments her shape, she is prone to attracting many of the opposite sex. She looked out, with her hazel eyes, watching her sister perform circus tricks atop a large bolder which sat at the creaks edge.
Her sister, Isabel, was a year younger than her sister, and fresh out of high school. She, unlike her sister, had a greater beauty in the eyes of men. She was a couple of inches taller than her sister; she bore blue eyes, and was an incredibly seductive tease. She would often lure males into her chamber, tease them with her body, and just when she would give herself to them, she’d pull away, and send the angered men home. She thought of this much more than a game, it was a sport to her, and she took it both seriously and humorously. They lived in a different world altogether, and would only come out to corrupt ours.
Isabel turned around towards the large oak tree and saw her sister lying out in the grass exposed. There she stretched, and she coiled; seducing the unseen world. When Isabel saw this she quickly leaped off from the bolder and joined her sister. She slowly unbuttoned her uniform and slipped off her plaid skirt. Then she lay down in the milky grass along side her sister. There they coiled, and were gay, staring at the evening sky. Then, close by, they heard a sound coming from the bushes behind them. They quickly turned their eyes towards the sound and saw nothing. When they looked closer and still could not see a thing, they both climbed up into the tree, and looked out over its long limbs.
Moments later, the sounds picked up, again. It sounded closer this time, and the two sisters both looked out eager to see what was intruding upon their marry time. When, out from behind the tree, walked a young man in his early twenties. He stood firm, with short brown hair and a scruffy face. When he passed underneath the tree, the two sisters leaned out and watched him make his way towards the water, unaware of their presence.
Abigail became intrigued by this young man, and would see to it he was hers. She opened her mouth and began singing an old folk song, and soon after her sister joined in. They caught the attention of the young man, who turned his head towards the beautiful harmony slithering out from the tree behind him. Upon baring his eyes upon their naked flesh, he walked ever so gracefully towards them, aroused by their appearance. Isabel approached him first, while still lingering within the tree. She sat her bare bottom on the coarse surface of the limb, and opened her legs to him. As she began to whisper enchantments into his ear, he reached out, his eyes gazing unto hers, and touched her. She gave out several sighs and finally closed her legs. Thereupon, Abigail approached him, and as she sat down upon the rough limb, she wrapped her legs around his neck and felt him touch her. She too sighed, and let him go.
Then, both sisters dropped down from their heavenly state, and made their way towards the aroused young man. There they wrapped and coiled their bodies around him, stripping him of his clothes, and seducing him down to the cold dewy grass. Both sisters played with the young man. Isabel would tease him, while Abigail would stare deep into his eyes, locking onto him as if he were some target. But unknowing to him, he was. There was something about him that she liked, something about him that made her want him more than she wanted any other man. She ran her hands through his hair, and sank her lips into his open mouth. This lasted for quite some time, until Abigail discovered her sister had already started her intercourse with the young man. Once she saw this, Abigail threw her sister off of the young man and started screaming at her. Isabel became so upset that her sister was yelling at her that she started crying. This made Abigail sad, and upset with herself that she had made her sister cry. So, in a rage, Abigail began beating on the helpless young man, slamming her fists into his head. The young man was so offset by what was happening that he couldn’t bring himself to defend himself. He lay there, letting Abigail’s fists beat him as cold as the dewy grass he lay on. She kept hammering her fists into his skull, unaware of the blood which had spread all over her hands and all around the young man’s face. She continued, until her emotions became overwhelming, and she collapsed onto the corpse of her lover. His soul had now gone, along with her dreams of his companionship.
Tears streamed down from her eyes, drying onto her face. She lay there on top of him, their naked bodies growing colder as the warm evening air passed along into the cool night breeze.