His parents were out at work so we had the place to ourselves. On the floor was my fourteen year old sister Mel, her white blouse thrown open and she ...asn't wearing a bra. Her short skirt was up around her waist and her knickers were missing. Between her legs Des was thrusting away, the only sound was skin slapping on skin. Des was going first because it was his house and he had supplied all the drinks and snacks. Watching from the other bed were Sam and Rick each waiting, somewhat impatiently. Which is fine, as we do not have breast. The hems are very short, so The Tuck will be important in keeping us from "flapping in the breeze". Ana teases our hairdos out, and touches up the makeup, then puts on clip on earrings for us, and gives us each a little locket necklace. Our shoes are black with ankle buckles, and four inch heels that are difficult to walk in. We each get a spritz of perfume.We are as twins, only Serge has blonde hair and I have brown."You are no longer Serge, if. I was a girl! I was a sexy, pretty girl that every man wanted. I felt free. Free to explore a side of me that I dared not allow out before. Now, I could care less. As we strolled around, I began to let my hips sway. I would stop and flip my long hair as I acknowledge a guy staring at my beauty, my sexiness, my wanton attitude. I told Mary that I was hungry. We went to the food court and made another scene. No matter where we went, there were males of every age, shape, race looking at us and. “Yes, okay, if you can afford it, I’ll have one for the road. Then I must be getting home.” ~~~~~~~ It was 7:30 when I got home and, after pouring myself a generous slug of brandy, I went upstairs to my office and switched on the computer. It had been four days since I’d sent a message to Gaynor and I opened up my e-mail account, hoping that she’d replied. I had thirty-seven messages, most of them from on-line shopping (cut-price flight offers, golf equipment, menswear, books, DVDs etc) and a.