Ribald Writer

Tales of Lustville Book Two

Chapter 1

Scene Seven-Lois, Timmy and Tommy

Lois was going through her wardrobe, weeding out clothes she didn’t wear anymore. There was a big pile on the floor outside the closet that she wanted to take to the consignment shop next week, and another smaller pile on the bed that she was planning to alter, and see if she could make them sexier.

She was looking at a grey plaid skirt that she had cut very short, and had just finished the hem on. She was about to try it on when the doorbell rang. Sitting the skirt to the side, she hopped up and walked down the hall to the living room, and opened the front door.

She was surprised to see the Wilson twins standing on her porch. They were wearing identical white shirts, thin black ties, grey slacks, and their shoes were shined to a glossy luster.

She knew their mother vaguely, they used to talk at PTA meetings, and waved at each other at the market, but that was about all. Lois thought Susan was a very attractive woman, but she really wasn’t someone she felt comfortable letting herself get friendly with.

Then, as she looked at the boys, she remembered one reason she didn’t have more to do with her. She’d named her sons Timmy and Tommy. That’s what it said on their birth certificates. Not Timothy, or Thomas like a normal person would have named their child.

Smiling at the boys, she looked them up and down, liking what she saw. They were both a head taller than she was, with broad shoulders that tapered down to slim waists and hips, well muscled arms showing under their short sleeved shirts, and slim, powerful looking legs. She remembered that they were swimmers in high school, and had gotten scholarships to a major college back east.

Her eyes settled on their crotches, and she had to suppress a gasp when she saw the enormous bulges they sported. Looking back up at their faces, she decided that they were pleasant enough to look at, but not nearly as handsome as Kyle or Phil.

“Hi boys,” she said, standing in the open doorway. “You’re Susan Wilson’s sons, Tim and Tom, right? What can I do for you today?”