A cat fight

Startled, you flick on the light and step into the cottage, Brian right behind you. The noise is coming from the living room and without hesitation you step through that door and turn on a light to reveal two girls struggling on the floor shouting imprecations at each other.

It takes you less than a second to recognise Valerie Cummins and Grace Mathewson, both of them red faced and furious, both of them with torn and disheveled clothes, both of them hissing venom at each other. You glance at Brian and he nods as the two of you grab the struggling girls, pulling them apart and holding them. Grace struggles furiously in your arms, wanting to get to Valerie, who likewise writhes in Brian's grip as she lunges fiercely at the redhead.

"I caught her breaking in!" Valerie screeches. "She was coming to steal or wreck stuff! I fought the bitch Daddies!"

"That's a lie! She's the one who broke in! She was here in the dark, snooping around!" Grace snarls.

"Shut up both of you!" you bark. They ignore you, continuing to squall and hiss at each other like angry cats.

"I said shut up!" you snarl, smacking Grace hard on her ass. She gives a sharp surprised squeak and stops yelling at Valerie, looking up at you with an angry tearful face. Valerie gives a nasty cackle then squeals as Brian slaps her ass.

"She was breaking in," she says in a quieter voice. "She was. And I caught her for you Daddies. You should hurt her. Punish her!"

"Which part of 'Shut Up' don't you understand?" Brian growls as he manhandles her onto the couch, pushing her to a seat. "Now sit there and behave, or I'll make you sorry."

Valerie looks up at him with eyes that are suddenly wide and submissive, nodding her head in acceptance. "I'll behave Daddy. I was just..."

"Shut up!" he snaps angrily, making her cower and bite her lips and nod. Now that things have calmed down a little you notice that she's wearing a pair of tight shorts and a low satin top. In the struggle, one of the straps of her top has been torn and the top droops to expose most of one braless breast.

"I wasn't breaking in...I just came...um...um...to visit," Grace mumbles, looking up at you. She's wearing a white tank top that clings to her slender body, leaving no doubt about her pert conical breasts. Like Valerie she's also wearing tight shorts, and her lithe body is very much on display.

You have absolutely no doubt that the two schoolgirls came to your cottage on the same mission, independent of each other. Both wanting to be fucked, and both surprising the other. The question is what to do with them now that they're here, and now that they certainly know about each other.