"Will do. I'll call them right now. Just to make sure that's understood."At eight pm, two limos pulled up to the Playboy Mansion. Being early December... all the grounds and exterior was decked with thousands of Christmas lights. The bunnies, who opened the limo doors, wore skimpy red outfits, with a Santa hat between their rabbit ears.Both door openers froze as the Ladies exited the vehicles.The last priest out, closed the doors for them. Then tested them for transformability.Inside, only a few. "It's a girl. Should I tell her?" How did you mend her arm? How do you know this?" asks Beckwith."The arm I can explain later. The pregnancy, I saw it. Two X chromosomesmeans it's a girl, unless your biology is way different than mine." What are these krome-o-zones you speak of?"Dierdra touches her arm. "If Alexia says it is so, it is so." Also, someone has been abusing this girl and I want to know who andwhy."Beckwith eyes me suspiciously. "Why do you say this?" Because I took some criminology. My beautiful Elisa.I took this moment to begin sliding down the zipper on her white dress. She raised her body so it would come off easily.There was no bra. Only white cotton panties. I slowly traced a finger around her stomach, she writhed and let out small giggles. I could only smile silently down at her moving beneath my hand.After a moment more of teasing her stomach, I sat up and started to lift my shirt off. Her eyes traced over my shirtless torso. My body probably intimidated her. It was. "Megan take your sleep-shirt and bra off." Ryan please just my shirt and bra" she begged."Yes Megan."I released my sister and she sat on the end of the bed. As she rose the shirt fell covering her bare back. Megan lifted the shirt up and over her head, drawing it off like a t-shirt along with her bra. Megan resumed her place in front of me and I returned my hands to her tits. I lay there spooning sis, feeling her. I let my left hand travel over my sister slowly exploring her. My hand settled on.