Snatched by Ashley Hind Page B

let her know that the bathroom antics would not be held against her.
    ‘Auntie Gwen says you must wear these,’ said May. ‘Most of the tops are mine and I’ve picked out the longest I could find. You can borrow my jumpers as well if it turns cold.’
    May’s concentration turned to a pile of knickers, mostly white and either full-backed or shorts-style. Her eyes were resolutely pinned to the little stack of panties and her cheeks had coloured with an endearing bashful blush, like a Victorian convent girl at the forbidden sight of underwear.
    ‘These are all mine,’ she said, ‘April only ever wears thongs and I thought you might prefer a little extra, erm, coverage. Gwen has got you some wellingtons to wear but I’ve lent you some pumps and socks, too.’
    Leah found May’s coyness with regard to the knickers charming if a little backward in this day and age but her interest was being drawn to the fact that the small selection of clothes seemed to represent her new wardrobe in its entirety, and there was a glaring lack of vital items.
    ‘I don’t have any trousers - I was only wearing my dress,’ she said.
    ‘I know. Gwen doesn’t want you to wear any. She says you can’t be tied up all day if you are going to work and you will be less likely to run away if you’ve got no trousers on.’
    The significance of the longer T-shirts and fuller underwear dawned on Leah. She knew that if it was a life or death situation then leggings would make little difference to an escape attempt, but she had to admit there was something very unappealing in the notion of running for help in a strange place wearing only knickers and a T-shirt. She thanked May for her continued attempts to look out for her as best she could but April’s impatience boiled over and she was curtly instructed to get a move on and get dressed.
    May handed over a pair of knickers and Leah slid them on, still under the cover of her towel. They were a snug fit, particularly across her bottom, which was a little fuller than the younger girl’s. As the cool fabric clung to her puss, Leah felt the colour rise in her own cheeks, a sudden thrilling surge at knowing that these same panties had often stretched against May’s pussy too. It was a tenuous link but thrilling all the same, and she could see in the girl’s eyes that she felt it too. It was like touching by proxy, the soft cotton the go-between as it had shared their most intimate places and somehow transferred the sense that the girls themselves were in contact.
    April was now staring out of the window and could be momentarily forgotten. Leah held the shirt being offered by the younger twin and took her chance. Slowly, she opened her towel to reveal herself, her heart quickening as May’s attention dropped instantly to the bare breasts now on show. She could feel that itch in her nipples again as they hardened under this lustful gaze. The young girl’s mouth had come open and her bottom lip looked full and wet. Her breath was catching. Leah was silently screaming for the reticent May to bend forward and give her aching tits the hard sucking they so needed. Leah waited for the girl’s focus to drop down over her belly and rest on the bulge tightly enclosed by the panties before pulling the top over her head to cover herself. It was a moment of tingling brilliance that left both of them flushed and flustered.
    April snapped out of her daze and came away from the window, frowning suspiciously at the other girls’ red cheeks and guilty breathlessness. She didn’t know what had occurred in those silent seconds but it clearly irked her that she had not been involved. She turned to Leah and icily told her again to hurry the fuck up.
    ‘Auntie Gwen said that if you weren’t ready by half-past, she would whip you until you soiled yourself. I reckon that gives you two more minutes.’
    With that she cast another dirty look at her sister and left the room. May grabbed Leah by the hand and hastened her