chapter 2

So lockdown is over and our first guest is to be her sister.

i have no problems with this at all. We get on just great and sure, she is easy on the eye.

You know when you're a guy and you have that fantasy that two sisters look alike but one is slightly hotter and you think about what it would be like...

It was always a close call. Both stunning and both have great personalities. And while both are pleasantly plump, I have to say I chose right in terms of curves. If I was to guess, before summer anyway, there was about 30lbs differences between the two sisters.

But, hey a guy can fantasize!

So, she's 15 miles out and passing a food store and phones to ask if we need anything.

I wasn't party to the conversation but whatever went down ended up with a whole lot of food.

When she pulls into the drive, I stick my head out the door and shout down to see if she needs a hand bringing bags in.

She calls back "don't worry, I wouldn't want to wear you out".

Odd reply, I thought. I haven't done anything all day except eat.

When she arrived at the door step and put her bags down, I had several observations.

1. She was a sweaty mess. No two ways about it. The walk from car to door is only about ten meters but they had got the better of her.

2. Her shorts were extremely short. Like too short. Several sizes ago, they might have been okay. Although, I was sure I'd seen her in them before.

3. There was something different about her face. Maybe a new haircut or something. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Exhausted and ready to relax, she asked what the plan was for the day and the rest of the week.

I offered her a beer and said we'd go chill out in the conservatory for a while and work out what we're up to.

By the time we got seated, she'd finished her beer. Wow, it must be hot outside.

Before we even got to planning the rest of the day, she asked if she could get anyone another beer and if anyone wanted any snacks.

Unable to turn down any offer of food, we both agreed and she got up to visit the kitchen.

As she got up from our kitchen bench, a rocketed up and down as if a huge weight had been lifted from my seat.

As she walked past, she jabbed me in the ribs and said "steady on, mate. You don't know your own strength".