. . closed my eyes, still being tired from the night before. After a short time, I was startled by the twins, dressed in their cheerleader outfits. W...hat a sight! They looked so cute, but somehow a little more grown up with those blue and white striped uniforms. Not nearly as curvy as the cheerleaders on TV, but their legs were amazing, and I could make out their matching apple sized titties set high on their sixteen-year-old chests. They pranced over towards me saying how they wanted to show. "On Wednesday I felt much stronger but was still much below par. Roger spent the night in our room but we didn't fuck although he did wash me and put cream on the worst of my bruises. The two boys the computer sent, he shooed away. "I'm not into gay sex and Sarah needs a bed to herself," he told them."Aren't you coming to gym?" Jerry called out when he passed my door next morning, "We'd all like to see you demonstrate forward rolls again!" I threw a sock at him and slowly prepared myself for. The 'bed' in each of the four bedrooms was a softwood frame with a plywood base, topped with a cheap foam mattress - the type that were banned in the UK in the 1980s because of the fire risk they posed. They weren't proper doubles, being only 3' 6" wide, but they would just about do for two very good friends. Each mattress had a pile of linen on top - a cotton canvas mattress protector, two sheets, two grey woollen blankets and a blue cotton bedcover, all with small safety pins attaching. ”“Uh ... that would be me, Dad,” I admitted, to the excited eyes of my sister and the evil eye of my mother.“My goodness, the way you sound about it, I thought it might be a real boyfriend and not just your brother doing his good deed of the year.”“Actually,” I said, “She was my first choice. I’ve always thought that I needed to treat my pretty sister nicer than I have been.”“Is there a lunar eclipse tonight? Is this our son, Mona?”“I’ve wondered that myself honey,” she said to dad, but still.