...slickened bottom. The teen pushed back, wriggling. They laughed playfully. Tootie turned around, placing her hands on Vick's hips, and a leg between her sister's. Vicky put her arms over Tootie's shoulders.
"Still feeling horny, kiddo?"
"Surprisingly, . . . no. I just miss being with you like this, like when I was just a kid."
"You're still my kid sister." Vicky kissed her on the cheek, and turned off the shower.
"We used to take baths together all the time, then you stopped. What happened?"
"You don't really want to know." Vicky smirked.
"What? I wanna know! I'm curious!" Tootie whined. Vicky smiled.
"If you insist." She pulled Tootie close, held her tightly, and whispered in her ear. "Just this. You pissed on me."
"Wait! You didn't just now . . .?"
"Well, you did say you were curious!"
Back at the Turner home Timmy rushes downstairs as the doorbell rings. "Hello Sweetlips!" he says, opening the door. Lia blushes, noticing Timmy only has a towel wrapped around his waist.
He sees the flush in her cheeks, and hurries her inside, quickly closing the door behind.
Lia dropped her handbag to the floor and threw her arms over his broad shoulders. Timmy takes her around the waist, pulling her body to him as they kiss. They could feel the passion in them rising. It wasn't often that they were truly alone. Usually they were out in public somewhere, and whatever truly passionate kisses they shared were spur o...