Heads

“HEADS!” she giggled, jumping up and down. On the third jump, she jumped to the side and landed right on Timmy’s gut. “You hear that inside the toilet, cutie? You and me get to have some girl time togeth… hey!”

She tried to walk to the bathroom, but tripped onto her stomach. Timmy had a hold of her foot. “Not… with my… sister…” he grunted painfully.
“You don’t get a say in it, dweeb!” She kicked her foot out, tagging him in the face. His nose was bleeding as he cried and rolled on the carpet.

“Ewww, you got your blood on my foot, you little closet case! I’m gonna have to make you lick my entire body clean for that after this!” Timmy was still crying and wailing as she walked over to him. “Look at you, you weak little baby. Why don’t you grow a set?”

She grabbed Timmy by the balls, squeezing them hard and making him scream even louder. “Nope. No balls here. All I see is a cute little pussy. HEY!”

Petty jumped up on Lisa’s back, pulling her hair and scratching at her face. “Leave him alone! He’s the baby!”
Timmy wanted to object “Only by a minute!”, but was having trouble finding his voice as he rolled in agony.