Charlotte

Charlotte wandered out of Sara's house, up the road toward her home. The warm sun shone onto her newly sensitive flesh, she bit her lip to stifle a moan as she turned into the family drive and up to the porch. Slowly she eased her hand into the pocket of the coat and slid it into the lock before twisting it to the right and stepping inside. The house was quiet, except for the distant sound of music emanating from her sisters room.

Usually Charlotte would come in, yell for the music to be turned down and storm off to her room, though that was the old her. The new Charlotte was much more inclined to bring her sister into the fold, willingly or otherwise. Charlotte hoped that Elizabeth would struggle and provide her with some much needed entertainment. Slowly she eased out of the coat, hanging it up on the peg before beginning the ascent to her room.

Music continued to blare as Charlotte cupped her expansive bosom with one hand and tweaked the erect nipple with the other coaxing a stream of the noxious milk from within. A malicious grin crossed her fat lips as she lightly lapped at her slender finger before knocking on Elizabeth's door. When no answer was received she headed back into her own room, phone in hand as she began messaging her friends.