We try not to tease them too much before we kiss each other on the mouth, with tongue, and make them think we are lesbians.Daddy told us we were being... mean, and we should stop. He said that besides not being ethical to show fake interest, it might be dangerous, if a boy got mad and decided to get back at us by raping us. Sammie actually gagged at the thought of someone besides daddy with his cock inside her.We went shopping, as always, and found some different styles of lingerie to get daddy. Walking through the store, Elsa saw a few things that she wassure shouldn't be in a toy store, mostly antiques and the like. Howevermost of the things around her she didn't see very clearly and foundherself walking to one small section almost as if her feet knew the way.Stopping, she found several toys on the shelf and smiled to herself. What caught Elsa's eyes immediately were the several plastic toyray guns that were sitting there. There seemed to be several differentmodels of ray. Across the breakfast table both of us smiled...but I think not for the same reasons, she was a cunning woman.The day of our parents vacation arrived, and as we both waved them on their way from the front door, no sooner had their car disappeared from view, Mary turned to me and said. “the basement is all yours, I'm moving into mom’s room for two weeks” I was stunned, but happy, no more waiting for the hot water...yippee.For the next week we never saw each other, we heard each other. But there. “Yup. Your butt, upstairs. Dad saw I was doing the dishes and wants you to do them for a change.”“But Molly.” Daisy whined. “I do them all the time when you’re not here. And dad never does them.”“Take it up with him.” Molly shrugged, not losing her smile. “His orders. You gotta go upstairs.”“Ugh.” Daisy grumbled, removing herself from the couch and trudging up the stairs. Molly’s eyes followed her as she went up the stairs, then she turned to me and smiled. Wordlessly, she joined me on the.