Visiting Eileen and Maddies place

Following the directions Maddie and Eileen give you, you eventually find yourself driving through Bomber Hill once more, reaching the east side, and driving into the area of Fort-Brook.

Along the way you think aloud that it would have been more efficient had you dropped The two girls off first, and you endure some teasing for that fact.

“Wanted to spend some more time with us huh? Can’t blame you for that.”

Maddie, who had taken Samanthas seat in the front at this point, passes the time by occasionally flashing you in your peripheral vision, only pulling up her shirt for a split second and pulling it back down before you get a proper look. You only fall for this twice, but she keeps it up all to same.

Eileen only laughs at her antics, “sorry about her, she can be a nuisance.”

Eileen seems to make an effort to actually get to know you, and during some basic introductions she talks at length about her childhood, and her experience emigrating from Ireland at a the age of seven. It’s also then you notice the faintest accent in some of her words, nearly gone after 14 years away from her home country.

The topic of Samantha also comes up, and she reveals her and Sam have been competitive for the better part of a decade, the two seemingly having been cursed to always be in opposite teams in every league they’ve played in over the years.

The area the girls direct you to is a rough one, and you begin to regret driving through it after dark. You pass the Streetcar the girls had intended to take along the way, and judging by the number of police cars surrounding it, nearly a dozen, you seriously doubt it had simply “broken down”

You eventually pull into a street that may have been a suburb once, but was now being chopped up by modern buildings. A gas station in particular catches your eye, still in construction and already covered wall to wall with graffiti.

At Eileens direction you park in a well lit spot near a 24/7 convenience store, and the three of you walk a few houses down to the place they’re staying.

The house is an unremarkable bungalow, distinctly 70s in style, surrounded by a brown lawn covered in patches of overgrown weeds. A woody-wagon from the same era sits on one side of the driveway, rusting and poorly cared for.

On the other side of the driveway, a motorhome draws your attention. It’s shape screams 80s, and is medium in size, likely a C-class. The front end truck cab has large square headlights and a boxy grill, indicating it’s era. The side doors are mismatched colours, and the mirrors look undersized.

The once beige colour scheme has now been almost completely covered with a psychedelic mix of spray paint and stickers, a large orange peace sign prominently in the centre.

One of the wheels is missing, the axel propped up on cinderblocks. For now it looks like it’s stationary, though amongst the completely sticker-bombed front bumper you can see the license plate has an up to date registration.

Overall it’s as much a fascinating art piece, genuinely neat in places, as it is an affront to the eyes, and an attack on cohesive aesthetics.

The lights are on inside the motorhome, and you aren’t shocked when the girls make their way to the door.

“Alright well-“ in the distance you hear a few loud bangs and cracks ring out in the night that you hope, though doubt, are firecrackers. “-Uh… yeah, stay safe girls”

They both look back at you, Maddie whilst being in the process of unlocking the rectangular side door.

“What?” Eileen speaks “spend some time with us, its not too late-“ she checks her phone, apparently seeing the time. “Well it is pretty late, but-“ more shots ring out in the night, louder and closer this time. Both girls are clearly used to this, but concern still crosses their faces.

“Yeah, actually, maybe you should just spend the night” the sounds of sirens are the only further convincing you need, and you follow the girls into the motorhome with relief.

The inside is hardly the outdated, dark brown wood and tacky patterned nightmare you’d expect from an RV of this era. It’s clearly been redone recently, the furnishings being made of light sandy wood, and the walls painted pleasant bright pastels.

Additionally, the smell of pumpkin spice and subtle perfume largely covers the accumulated odour that comes from living in a cramped environment, and overall the atmosphere is a stark contrast from the chaotic exterior.

Directly opposite the door is a dinette, two benches between a reasonably sized table. The surface is littered with a stack of paper plates, a number of tiny sealable bags and a prominent pink bong. Leaning against the table is a heavily abused skateboard.

To your right is the driving cabin, complete with an overhead double bed accessed with a folding latter, off of it hangs various shirts and pants on coat hangers.

To your left is a tiny kitchen, and a door you’re certain has a bathroom behind it. Further down you can see another double bed poking out, the proper bedroom apparently not closed off to the rest of the camper.

After the three of you have taken off your shoes and set them by the door, Maddie locks it behind you, and begins to draw some rainbow patterned blinds over the windows. Eileen meanwhile calls out “Emily? Just us, we brought a guest.” She adds with a joking tone “look decent”

You see a blonde girl with short straight hair poke her head out from the bedroom, she has a headset on, wired into a video game controller.

She catches your gaze and suddenly scrambles, leaning over to grab a dress thats laying on the floor. As she does so her upper body comes into view briefly, and you see her white bra. It contains a pair of breasts that are size wise, somewhere in between Eileens handfuls and Maddies melons.

Eileen chuckles “sorry, that’s my little sister Emily.” And makes her way to the bedroom.

Maddie leans over to you, and quietly whispers “don’t worry, she’s eighteen.” You give her an irked glare, but she just wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

She quickly pushes the contents of the table to one side, and at her insistence you “get comfortable” and take a seat. She opens the fridge a few steps away, and leans over, peering inside it. As she does so her cascading length of red hair falls to one side, letting you finally view her rear end.

Her practically no-rise jeans cover barely half of her pale buttcheeks, a touch of sunburn on the revealed flesh indicating it’s not an uncommon look for her. This in combination with her high sitting grey thong, being hungrily eaten by her fitness model-esque ass, creates a massive whale-tail, resembling an uppercase Tee.

You feel yourself getting hard at the sight, her constant deliberate teasing this evening making you increasingly frustrated and **** for release.

She dips lower, letting her hair fall to the floor and looks at you from under her body, grinning “something to drink? beer? cooler?”

This bitch, she knows exactly what she’s doing. “Just water, thank you”

she shrugs, “suit yourself” you watch her place a dark stout and a peach flavoured cooler on the table, before pulling a glass from a top cabinet and filling it from a filtered pitcher in the fridge, placing it in front of you.

She sits opposite from you, and you make idle chatter with her for a time, before the girl from before, emily, comes out from the rear of the camper.

She’s short, though not unusually so, a smidge over five feet you figure. She comes to a halt and stands awkwardly in the room, fidgeting and clearly not quite sure what to do with her hands.

Her blonde hair, unlike her older sisters, is perfectly straight. It’s cut into a chin length bob, with the bangs parted in the centre and tucked behind each of her ears, clipped in place with two rectangular gold barrettes.

Her face, though younger, is naturally a little sharper than her sisters, lacking the roundness in her cheeks and eyebrows. Instead her eyebrows are straight, and a darker shade of blonde than her hair. She has prominent centre cheek dimples.

Her eyes are also unlike her sisters, instead of a bright baby blue, they’re an almost perfect grey.

She has three prominent moles, one on her right temple above her eyebrow, another above the dimple on her right cheek, and a third left of her chin. They’re all perfectly inline, and you can trace a straight invisible line across her face with them.

She’s wearing a straight, grey plaid pinafore dress, ending just above her knee. The straight material is clearly warped by her well filled out bust, and as she goes to grab her own glass of water from the fridge, you see a similar situation on her behind.

She has the definition of a bubble butt, two round mounds each clearly outlined on the dress, distorting the square patterned plaid. Her ass is much smaller than her sisters, but it’s almost as if Samanthas gravity defying spherical miracles were simply scaled down to a manageable size.

Once she’s gotten her glass of water she leans against the sink.

You decide to initiate conversation “Hey! Im Arthur” she nods, smacking her lips after a long sip “hey, I’m- well, you already know I’m Emily. Hi.” She starts to give a wave, but seems to rethink it, and transitions it to adjusting her hair.

You hear the toilet flush and a a door open, and Eileen walks into view wearing a pair of faded pyjama shorts and a plain t-shirt. She immediately pulls Emily into a hug, and plants a lingering kiss on her forehead before pulling away. “Hey, how was school?” Emily makes a displeased noise, but insists that it was “alright”

You see eileen glance down at the clothes Emily has put on, and she shakes her head amused. “By decent i meant not naked, go put on some PJs kid.”

Emily glances at you quickly, before back at her sister. Eileen rubs her shoulder in an affectionate way, and says “you don’t have to hang out with us, it’s okay”

Emily looks relived at that, and makes her way for the bedroom again.

As she watches her make her way passed, you’re a little shocked to see Eileen sharply slap her sisters bubbly ass.

Emily jumps slightly, giving her older sister an unreadable expression, and she looks to you in embarrassment before laughing awkwardly, and departing the room.

Eileen stares fondly after her, and eventually makes her way to the booth, also sitting opposite from you, cracking open the stout.

Aaaaaah, another one?!?! But seriously, regardless of how you may feel about my ability to pull off so many characters, I really hope you’re all liking their appearances and tidbits of personality.

I don’t design my female characters over the course of a few days, instead they form over literal years, inhabiting many, MANY daydreams before they’re “complete” in my mind. They truly are my mental darlings, and i only wish i was capable of writing them better.

Leave a comment if you’d like, that’d be pretty goshdang cool if you ask me.