Possessed By Passion

The sisters loved to be home alone.  Maybe that would seem strange for most guys who would rather be gallivanting with their siblings.  But Miranda and Melinda were different.  They were comfortable with each other.  They loved and enjoyed each other’s company.  They actually liked each other.  And they had much in common.  Their attraction for each other was in no small part due to their well- to-do parents who were always away, usually at their respective offices making more money.  For years they had had private schooling, nannies galore and all of the other niceties that comes to the upper crust.  They had the requisite pets, a Dane, a newly-acquired pointer, a nice home and secluded pool. They never lacked for anything.

            For all of their silver spoons, Miranda and Melinda were neat girls.  Nicer ones you couldn't imagine, no presumptuousness, no smugness, nothing like that, just nice guys.  Hard to believe, huh? Well, that's not all.  Although they weren't the stunning, movie starlets, they were good looking.  They were similar, both about five-two, nicely proportioned, with trim, but not athletic, bodies.  The single year between them didn't show, to Miranda’s chagrin.  They both had sweet oval lovely faces, haloed by soft, lush brown hair flowing over their shoulders and cascading down their flawless, lightly tanned backs, but most important of all they seemed possessed by passion of intense love for each other