“What the fuck! You have any idea as to what you two have done?” I growled.
“Relax dear, you can always delete it,” mom calmly said.
“I plan to, but by now half my team has seen it. I’m gonna be the laughing stock of the locker room now, thanks a lot!”
“Come on, Richie, it was just a harmless prank,” Sherri said.
“Harmless? Maybe to you guys, but not to me,” I told them.
Mom stood and came over and hugged me around the shoulders. It wasn’t until she stood that I saw what she was wearing. She had on one of Sherri’s tank tops that didn’t even cover her ass and a black lace thong. She casually stepped up to me and placed an arm around my shoulder, her left boob real close to my face.
“Honey, we were just having a little fun,” mom cooed.
Sherri stood and gave me a view of her outfit. It was a plain white t-shirt that barely covered her ass.
“You guys are like two peas in a pod. Both juvenile,” I barked, pushing mom away and standing up.
“Come on sweetie, don’t be this way,” mom said, using her sexy voice.
I stood there glaring at both of them for a bit, then said, “You know what, I’ve half a mind to treat you two like kids and turn you both over my knee and spank your asses.”
“You better bring your lunch when you try that, butthead,” my sister laughed.
Mom didn’t laugh, instead she slowly backed away, then made a break for the front room. That left Sherri and I glaring at each other. Just to test the waters I took a quick step in her direction. As I figured, she too bolted from the room. After deleting the photo I grabbed my laptop and went back to my room, where I promptly changed the password to my Facebook page.
I guess I had scared them, because a week went by without any further shenanigans from them. Did they still wear provocative clothing around me? Yes. Did I still get hard looking at them? What do you think? Of course I did. But I’d actually grown to like that. Hell, who wouldn’t like two scantily clad women running around in front of them. The only sad part, from my perspective anyway, was they were related. Closely related. If it weren’t for that one fact, I would have bent both of them over the back of the couch and fucked the shit out of them.
I guess I let my guard down. Sunday evening, after backing in the sun for most of the day, I went to my room and hopped in the shower. After thoroughly washing the chlorine off my body I used my favorite shampoo to get it out of my hair. Stepping out I dried my face first, then when I pulled the towel from my face it was smeared green.
“What the…” I squawked.
Stepping over to the sink I looked into the mirror and almost passed out. My entire head and shoulders were the same green as the towel. Now I’m no genius, but it didn’t take me long to figure out what had caused this hideous transformation. Grabbing my shampoo bottle I pour a little out into the sink and just as I suspected the fluid that came out was green also.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, then wrapped the smeared towel around my waist and went looking for payback.
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