Your clothes are becoming sluttier with your new size. What will people think of me for raising such cock hungry daughters?” my mother said, her eye... taking in the twins’ tight clothes and bulging breasts. The glint in my mother’s eye and the slight grin on her face suggested that she, too, found the girls to be tempting.“Oh, I don’t know. I quite like the way they look now.” I said, making the twins laugh and my mother roll her eyes.“You’ve been growing like weeds recently. So new clothes,. I brushed my hair back with my fingers and gathered it all at the nape ofmy neck, tied it back with the scrunchie that I wore on my wrist. Thatfelt better.I kicked off my house slippers and let my feet touch the immitation-woodflooring. No, that wasn't enough. I needed my feet to touch the ground.The *real* ground.I threw open my front door, dashed through the arctic entryway, not caringthat I was just wearing a flimsy baby blue camisole top over a pair ofblack leggings. The snow felt good. She inhaled deeply. It was a narcotic, freeing her mind and lowering her inhibitions. She had come a long way since running from her humiliation at the party.She wiped the cum from her face with her open palm. The iPhone buzzed. Lost in the enormity of what she had done, she lay back in the passenger seat and pressed the button, initiating FaceTime. She brought the phone upholding it in front of her face.“Alice! Before you do something we’ll both regret, let’s... ! Wait! What the hell is that. It was dark and quiet on the cay. A new moon meant that the darkness was total except for those few lights that remained on after everyone called it a night. By now, everyone had either left for the mainland or had fucked the island staff into a stupor. Stacy was grateful both for the darkness and the generator that allowed her to power up her laptop. Not to mention the satellite internet that was at her disposal.She had been at work since dinner without interruption. Pen in hand, she was.