The twins fess up

The twins stepped towards their blind housemate, naked but for their bath towel turbans.

"I'm afraid that's our doing, Jo. I'm terribly sorry," started Samantha.

"Oh... Samantha, isn't it?" asked Jo, glad to finally find someone present in the humid bathroom.

Sam grinned. Not many could tell the twins apart by their voices.

"Why, yes it is. Eric's here as well."

"Hi, Jo," Sam's mirror image piped.

"I'm afraid my dear sis got carried away when we were showering together and used up the hot water. She does love a hot shower!" Sam told.

A sharp slap resounded off the flesh of Sam's arm when Erica slapped it open-palmed.

"You're a fine one to talk!" growled Eric back at her sister, in further rebuke.

Allison and Anita had stopped near the bathroom door to see what the sisters might be up to. They stifled their laughter with a hand to each mouth as they watched the two argue.

"I'm sure the boiler's had time to recover by now, though, Jo," said Sam, stepping next to the sightless coed. "Why don't you just pop in here? Everyone on the floor is done." She guided the girl around the prone form of the American exchange student.

Allison and Anita caught Sam's eye and waved to her and her sister in a show of silent thanks before they disappeared to their respective rooms. Sam winked back conspiratorially as both sisters flashed quick smiles past the apparently oblivious Poli Sci major.

Alone with Jo now, aside from the slumbering Cathy, the two appraised Jo's attributes up close. Her shock of sexily-mussed dark hair framing her face, the cute pointy nose, the soft slices of pink flesh that formed her bow-like lips.

"I appreciate that... though I didn't bring a towel," answered Jo, skewing said lips sideways, peeved.

"No problems!" replied Sam. "there is an extra on the towel rack over the loo!"

"Are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself, Jo? Should we stay until you are done?" asked Erica concernedly.

"Oh, I'll be fine!" smiled Jo, sliding a hand along the nearby vanity's edge, then feeling the edge of the clawfoot tub with the hand of her other arm. "Seems the layout is the same on each floor! No use in all of us being late! Go on, I'll be fine!"

"Okay, we'll take our leave, then," Sam told the blind coed. She continued to give the pretty brunette the once over, raking her eyes over the thinly veiled cones of titflesh that poked at the thin cotton tee, eyeing the bare, coltish legs below the shirt's hem. She glanced at her sister. Sam could tell Erica was having some of the same thoughts.

There would be other times, though. Right now they really needed to get dressed. Sam gripped her sister by her forearm and pulled her towards the doorway.

Just before they exited, the duo turned to see Jo doff her shirt and reveal her sexy curves to the overhead light. They both bit the bottom edges of their bee-stung lips at the same time, pausing to reflect on what they could do with that, before they headed for their jointly shared room. They shut the door on Jo and the sleeping Cathy as they left.