Pine Neddle By Smac Twin girls decide to settle things with the gloves on. The battered red Cortina bumped down the grassy lane, all the windows were open letting in the cool, crisp early morning air. Jimmy thought to himself how strange it was that the early hours seemed so pleasurable when he wasn't on his way to work at the warehouse. His thoughts did blacken slightly as he recalled the reason for their being out in the country at this hour on a Sunday morning. The them included his twin sisters, Kim and Yvonne. They were three years younger than him at twenty-two. His bright mind traced back over the events that brought them to the quiet forest surroundings. During the previous week he had come home from a quiet pint after work to find, for the umpteenth time, that his sisters had come to blows river some trivial argument. They were rolling round on the floor as he came in, he grabbed Kim, who was on top, and dragged her off the spitting, scratching Yvonne. "What's the matter this time?", he had asked wearily. "It's that cow," panted Yvonne as she regained her slippered feet, "she borrowed my hair-drier yesterday and now it's not working." "There's no need to fight about that is there? All you had to do was to wait for me or dad to come home and ask If we could look at It for you. I think you enjoy fighting sometimes." In the days that followed, rather than making up, the feelings of hostility between them deepened. By Friday Jimmy thought he had better have another go at them. He would have talked it over with their mother. If she hadn't done a flyer with some bloke In the flat-roofing trade some six months before. As for their father lately he was only lucid for a couple of hours, between getting up and opening time. "This family's gone down the pan," he thought as he steeled himself for the confrontation with the girls. "It's no wonder that Kim and Y are at each other's throats all the time. I suppose they've got to vent their feeling on each other, they don't see much of me and dad's on the piss all the time." It was true Jimmy worked all the overtime he could get to keep some of the bills paid. He left for the warehouse very early and in the evening, on his way home, he either went to the club for boxing training or popped into the local for a pint or two and a game of pool. Life wasn't exactly a bowl of cherries for him. "Oh well better get it over with." He opened the front-room door, his sisters were watching Wogan on TV. He switched the set off, for a few moments their loathing was directed towards him, their eyes burning brightly. All too soon they withdrew into themselves again, staring blankly ahead sullen, but with fury just beneath the surface, a mere wrong-word away. He had to take great care with these two else they would be at each other or worse still they would not hear him out at all. "I know things aren't going too well for any of us at the moment but I hate to see you two like this. Isn't there anything you can think of that might clear the air?" He tried several more times to invoke a response from the twins. He could sense they were ready to tell him to get lost. In desperation he asked, "how about a good scrap, might that be some help?" Slowly the girls turned to look at each other, their eyes meeting for the first time in nearly a week. The tension between them didn't diminish, their nods were barely perceptible, the spur-of-the-moment challenge had been accepted by both parties. 'We'll have to think this through," sighed Jimmy. "You can't go at each other with bare hands, I've seen enough of your scratching and clawing. No it will have to be with the gloves on I'm afraid." "Suits me," sneered Kim. Y said nothing. "I can get some gloves from the club, but where can we go?" he said, more to himself than to the silent, sullen twins. It was obvious that they couldn't fight In the council flat, their father would probably be around and there was no room anyway, the place resembled the corporation rubbish tip rather than somewhere to live. The club was out to, it was in almost constant use and besides, they couldn't be sure that someone wouldn't just breeze in while the fight was on. "It will have to be outside twins. When shall we do it?" "The sooner the better," Yvonne spoke for the first time. "Sunday's the earliest I can manage," said Jimmy. It would mean going to the club early tomorrow on the way to work to borrow two pairs of gloves. He wouldn't finish till late on Saturday and he always went for a few pints with the lads on Saturday night, no matter whet family crisis loomed or what bills needed paying. "If you're determined to go through with this we'll have to decide on some rules for the match." He knew them too well, he'd seen them fight many times before, they were like tigers. Whatever rules they agreed he knew he would have a hard time keeping the fight between them a clean affair. "Right, the gloves will depend on what I can scrounge from the club, so that has been decided for you. I'm telling you that you will fight three minute rounds with one minutes rest in between, otherwise I won't referee." He knew this was an empty threat as they would fight anyway. "That just leaves the length of the fight," he prompted. "What do we wear," growled Kim. "That's up to you." "At least they'll have to talk to each other," he thought. "Will we be able to hit each other anywhere?" queried Y, with a vicious look in her eyes. "I don't see why not, but you'd better decide between yourselves before Sunday." They fill silent for a few moments. "Come on, how long is the fight going to be?" "Until it's finished1" snarled Kim moodily. Eager to lay the ground rules, Jimmy persisted. "You mean unlimited rounds7" "Yes," replied the twins, both at once. "That's about it then, I'll think of somewhere In time, don't worry." As he shut the front-room door he heard the television go back on, but nothing from his sisters. "I really hope this fight does the trick," he thought, "I'm fed up of having to come home to this every night." He popped into the club the next morning, although it was only just after six he heard the sound of weights being used as he approached. Fortunately it was a good friend of his and he was able to take a couple of pairs of gloves without hindrance. Although he looked for some time he couldn't find any really good pairs of eight ouncers. He lighted on two pairs of six ounce gloves, still in their polythene wrappers. "I'll just borrow these till Monday morning, see you." He jogged off, clearly he would be late for work. He got a mild telling-off when he arrived but the foreman later chose to sent him out in the van to pick up some material. He sighed as he left the claustrophobic environment of the warehouse. He loved these, all too infrequent trips out in the van. He always contrived to make them last as long as could reasonably be expected. He knew a short-cut to this particular place so tie would be able to park somewhere for a while, using the time he thus saved. The diversion included a rather hair-raising ride over a drag- road deep through a large conifer plantation. He knew the men who worked there so there was no risk of another scolding. As he crawled slowly over the pitted dirt road, thin dappled sunlight gave the surroundings a surrealistic air. He glanced to his right. There it was the ideal place. He stopped the van and ran to look. As he got nearer to the glade it begin to look better and better. It was a long level strip of grass, about ten yards wide it petered out far in the distance. They could park just off the track and walk right to the end of the clearing, by which tile they would be hundreds of yards from anyone walking through the forest. Jimmy intended to bring the girls out here very early anyway so no-one should disturb them. At five-thirty on Sunday morning it was a bleary-eyed Jimmy who crept down the stairs to check his car over. The kids on the estate were dreadful. Everything looked Ok. He slipped back in and reentered the flat. He knocked gently on the twins- room door. After several attempts he elicited a grunt, presumably from Kim who was quite a light sleeper. He went to his room to get the gloves and a clean towel, hoping that the girls were properly awake. Trailing the bag, he sneaked down to the car and jumped in. It was a quarter to six by the time the twins appeared. He was glad to see them as they piled in, Kim In the front, Y behind him. He let off the hand-brake and the car crawled forwards down the slight incline. He dldn't want to attract too much attention from the neighbours. By the end of the long street they were going fast enough for him to engage second and let out the clutch. The engine coughed and fired, smoke billowing from beneath the body. This was his normal method of starting during the winter months when his dodgy battery would let him down. By now Kim had her small feet up on the scuffed dashboard. He smiled when he noticed her footwear. Petite little pink ballet slippers. He suspected that V wore her blue ones. The shoes went back to before the twins were fifteen. That was the age at which they had given up ballet. The journey to the clearing took surprisingly little time, there being no others cars around at that hour. The red ruin rolled gently to a halt, two wheels on the grassy verge of the road. The twins did not look impressed as they surveyed the gloomy surroundings. Grabbing the Tesco bag he pointed to the clearing and Followed them along the path between the trees. Kim wore a black leather bomber jacket and jeans, Y a more fashionable maroon leather jacket, with flared sleeves and the inevitable jeans. Both sisters had dark brown hair, Yvonne's, quite long, was already tied up in a pony tall. Kim's much shorter hair bounced as she walked briskly behind her tough-looking sister. When they reached the far end of the glade he said, "ok girls this will do." He dropped the bag on the grass and rolled up his shirt sleeves. It was already quite warm in the bright sunshine. The leather jackets joined the bag. "Do you want a breather before you start?" "No, let's get on with it," implored Kim. She began to pull her t-shirt over her head. Y started to unbutton her white blouse, she concentrated on this simple task, her eyes downcast. Soon they were both pulling the tight blue jeans down their strong young thighs, their breasts safe inside their bras. Jimmy gasped inwardly as his sisters straightened. V wore tiny white panties, the strings at the sides tied in neat bows, there was very little material covering either back or front. He nearly flipped when he caught sight of Kim. All she'd worn under her jeans was a minute white g-string, the whole of her beautiful bum was bare. Glancing back at V, as she half turned, he drank in the sight of her luscious round bum covered by a strip of white nylon no more than two inches wide. He thought his eyes were deceiving him as both twins reached behind and snapped the catch of their bras. He had seen them in some pretty skimpy bikinis at the local oaths and knew they were both full-breasted but, until now, he'd never seen either of them topless. "Are you going to box like that?" he asked incredulous. 'Of course,' responded Y 'wants wrong with it?' 'Nothing at all,' he replied, hardly believing his luck. He tipped the bag out on the grass. The girls grabbed a pair of gloves each. He could smell their warm, perfumed bodies as they stood near him waiting for the gloves to be tied on. They turned them over examining them closely, even smelling them. Both were probably wondering what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of them. True to form, as soon as the gloves were on, the girls tested them on their cheeks. Jimmy was surprised how hard they punched themselves. He had seen them fight before. With others and between themselves, in the street and playground, but they had never been involved in such a 'formal' punch- up. He could sense they were nervous. Y tapped the small, black gloves together in front of her flat belly, her large pink-tipped breasts rose and fell as she panted slightly, unable to properly control her breathing. Her chest was tight with pre-fight nerves, her hair, swept up into a severe pony-tail, shone in the early-morning still. It was usually tomboy Kim who looked the toughest, but with her hair up like that, Y looked the meanest. Kim stood, gloved hands on flaring hips. She shook her head the short, brown hair haloed out slightly, then it fell back into place. Her darker nippled breasts were slightly smaller than her sisters, but were still quite full. Jimmy still couldn't get over her panties, the vee covering her front was about the same size of the palm of his hand and that was all except for the two thin strings swept up over her wide hips. Glancing at his watch, he called, 'box on.' He expected them to fly at each other, so it was with a blend of surprise and foreboding that he watched the twins circling each other, gloves held high to guard their pretty faces, but poised ready to hit out. At least twenty seconds passed before a punch was thrown. Jimmy, in a rash moment, thought that perhaps they'd call off the fight. Then Kim's head snapped back as Y's hard little glove smacked Into the centre of her fore-head. He expected her to cover up, but no, she shook her head briefly and, hunching her shoulders, came forward steadily. Y stood her ground well and the result was that soon they crowded together on the grass, the in-fighting was very vicious. But for the black boxing gloves, they looked like two street fighters. They exchanged, punch for punch, sickening blows to the belly and even lower. Both took several punches on the pubic mound. After a particularly savage bash in the pants Y sagged. Kim took a short step back and fired a beautiful left-right combination to the head. She staggered, but didn't fall. Her ears rang, she couldn't focus properly. Both punches had been crosses, her left and right temples throbbed. Blindly, she hit at the blurred figure of her sister as she bobbed and weaved before her. It was a lucky punch for V but not for Kim. The hard glove caught her In the mouth. Her lips, full and pouting were mashed against her teeth. Both lips began to swell, the bottom one was quite badly torn and began to bleed a little, a thin crimson trickle starting down her chin. Before either girl could get back into action, Jimmy stepped in between them, the first round was over. The girls stepped back from each other and sank to their knees on the grass. Kim was the only one with any visible injury, he went to her and looked down at the bleeding mouth. 'You alright?', he risked. 'Of course, if it wasn't for these,' she held up her gloved fists, 'there's be a lot more blood about.' 'They are playing for keeps,' he thought, panic rising in him. He looked over at the single, small towel he had brought for the two boxers to share. He considered rubbing them down, but thought better of it. He would save the towel for later. He couldn't even offer them some water. "I've made a bit of a dog's dinner of this haven't I' he sighed to himself. The twins stood, ready far the next round. At least now they were looking each other in the eye, but there was no hint of sisterly love. It seemed as though they were trying to gauge each other's resolve. None too soon for them, Jimmy called them together for the beginning of the second round. They tore into each other again. Y often taunted her sister about her slightly smaller breasts, indeed the longer-haired girl's tits were a good deal larger then Kim's. They became the target of Kim's hard gloves. The first blow, a vicious right-hander, stunned Y and she stood stock still as Kim piled three or four more heavy punches into her chest. Jimmy winced as he watched the blows going in. 'That must hurt like hell,' he thought. After a cracking straight right to the mouth, Y crumpled to the ground. The soft grass broke her fall. She struggled to her knees, massaging her savaged tits with the smooth, black gloves. Jimmy noticed a trickle of blood running down her chin. As they'd agreed that this was to be a fight to the finish, he didn't see the point of beginning a count. It was obvious that the fallen boxer was going to be able to continue, even though her breasts did appear red and sore. Indeed, after about ten seconds she pushed off the grass with her gloved hands and wearily shook her head. Jimmy spotted green grass stains on the back of her tiny panties. The whole scene seemed so incongruous. Two good-looking young girls, nearly nude, knocking each other around in the calm, silent clearing. Y's first retaliatory move jogged him from his reverie. it wasn't a pretty punch. The long hay-maker thudded into the side of Kim's face. It was her turn to stagger. Y followed up with a stinging right uppercut to her sister's flat tummy. The punch hurt. Jimmy, looking on, would not have liked to take it himself. Kim dropped her left glove slightly to cover her scalding belly. Y saw the pink nipple of her left breast. She took the opportunity in both hands, so to speak. A left and right smacked into the hurting girl's sensitive breast. Mouthing an 'o', she began to back-pedal. Y was very pleased with the one-sided exchange and felt that she had avenged the humiliation of her being knocked down. Jimmy was shocked by the state of the girls' red, swelling faces, they had been fighting for less than two rounds. He glanced at his watch and was gratified to see that only thirty seconds were left. That was more than enough time for the twins to thump each other without respite for the remainder of the round. Both were panting hard as they squatted on the grass. Both twins had taken their share of punishment, faces and breasts suffering most, the cracking belly blow from Y being the one exception. Jimmy went from one to the other as they squatted on the ground, their legs curved round under them. They looked embarrassed as they gently massaged their throbbing breasts with the hard little gloves. He looked hard at Kim's face. There was no blood but her clear, soft skin was quite discoloured. Of course her belly shone red where V's vicious punch had driven home. The trickle of blood down Y's chin had increased somewhat, but she too seemed much more concerned about the pain from her ravaged breasts. 'Haven't you two had enough yet?' he asked hoping, rather naively, that tney might be persuaded to pack it In. 'You must be joking,' replied Kim, looking daggers at her sullen sister. 'This is a fight to the finish and neither of us is finished,' snarled Y. 'Is there anything I can do,' he pleaded. 'Yes,' responded Kim, 'tell us when the minutes up so we can get stuck in again.' He shook his head, 'most of the lads at the club aren't as aggressive as these two,' he thought as he concentrated on the sweep hand of his watch, 'Right off you go,' he cried after a short time. The twins leapt up and waded into each other. The hard little six ouncers thudded into each girl's face as they exchanged crisp left leads. 'Beautiful punching,' he smiled to himself, but his jaw dropped when he noticed blood coming from both of Kim's nostrils. 'Stop boxing.' Neither showed any sign of obeying him. He jumped in, he pushed Kim away with one hand between her breasts, with the other he grabbed Y's pony-tail and dragged her off. 'Let's have a look at your face Kim.' 'Don't be stupid, it's only a nose-bleed.' He went through the motions, then let his wild-eyed sisters back at each other. Immediately the leather began to fly once more. Kim seemed determined to make V Y bleed, she hit her hard several times on the nose, whilst she took three or four good punches to her own face. Her mouth was slightly damaged, the lips well swollen though only slightly cut. She gave a twisted smile as she watched blood begin to trickle from her sister's flattened nose. 'That evens the score,' thought Jimmy to himself as he watched, fascinated. The round was about half-way through, still they kept the volley of straight-arm punches going. Y took a left to her nose again, tears filled her eyes, the stinging pain fuelled her anger and she lashed out catching Kim on the fore-head with a hard right cross. She staggered, her gloves dropped to her sides, Y pumped a left and right into each of her defenceless sister's breasts. At last she went down, to lie on her front, her black gloves under her chest, her bare bum quivering as she sobbed with pain. V stood over her writhing sister gloating, her gloves arrogantly planted on her hips. She didn't make a very pretty picture. The lower half of both boxer's faces were smudged with blood. The young girl on the grass felt as if her tits had been torn off. She had taken the odd fist or knee in the chest before, of course, but this naked aggression was quite new to her. Still she had to come to terms with it; or quit the fight and with Y standing over her so provocatively she had no intention of succumbing to her pain. She rolled onto her side and, curling her long legs round, stood to face her grinning sister. Jimmy, glancing at his watch, saw that there was still almost half of the round left. He willed Kimmy to cover up and keep out of the way for the rest of the period. He would have advised her to that effect, but took his position as referee too seriously. Kim was by now bathed in a light sheen of perspiration after bearing the pain in her busom for some time. She did indeed bring her guard up and in, she wasn't as fast on her feet as he'd have wished but she did manage to keep Y at a comfortable distance. That's not to say that solid punches weren't thrown, but the number was certainly less than in the previous two rounds. Relieved, he stepped between them. Again V was reluctant to stop throwing leather. 'Come on Yvonne, break it up.' Spinning round she dropped to her knees. Kim too sagged to the grass where she sat on her haunches, her breasts must still have been hurting her, she cradled them in her folded arms. Looking at the two bleeding girls, Jimmy wished he had arranged things better. There was no end in sight yet and already both boxers looked the worse for wear. During the last half of the third the blood from both girl's nose and mouth had been spread around by their small gloves. He was sure that were he able to clean them up, the damage wouldn't look half so bad. Still it was no use crying over spilt milk, or blood for that matter. He moved towards Kimmy. 'How's it going?' 'I'm ok, she's going down In the next round, even if it kills me.' Jimmy glanced over to Y. Her nose was streaming, the blood dripping from her chin onto her large sweat-slicked breasts. 'I'm damned if she doesn't look in a worse state than you,' he thought. He crossed to her and pinched the bridge of her nose between his forefinger and thumb. He had seen the old hands at the boxing club do this for a bad nose-bleed. Yvonne winced and made to pull his strong hand away. He grabbed her gloved fist and held it away from her face. 'It's a waste of time,' she sighed, 'as soon as she hits it it will start to bleed again.' 'Ungrateful sod,' he thought, wiping his bloody fingers on the front of his tee shirt. 'Right, round four.' Some of the snap had left them, they took their time squaring up to each other. Maybe some of the fire had left them, but the venom and almost loathing was still there. The punches, when they came, were heavier if anything, more accurate and even coldly calculated. The area of grass fought over by the twins was trodden quite flat, despite the light slippers worn by both boxers. The pink and blue ballet shoes that had seemed so incongruous on the way to the wood, now, with the twins bloody and battered, looked far too feminine. Gazing at the girls' tiny panties Jimmy thought that the same could be said of these tiny scraps of cloth, especially Kimmy's g-string. It was very tight now, and transparent with her sweat. 'Maybe I should have borrowed some strips and boots as well as gumshields," he thought. Still the girls seemed happy enough. 'Well perhaps happy isn't quite the right word, 'he thought watching Y smack Kimmy round the ear with a scorching right hook. She was obviously hurt, cupping her mar with her glove. Jimmy knew only too well how painful a punch like that could be. She didn't hesitate for too long. After about ten seconds back-pedalling she lunged back at her sister. She drove a straight left into the side of her neck, following it up with a stinging right cross to the middle of her face. Y's nose spurted blood down over her chest, she'd been hit so many times on the nose during the fight but her eyes still misted over. Jimmy had seen nose-bleeds like this before, It was bad and he stood no chance of stopping it, she would lose a good deal of blood if the fight lasted much longer. Both were in pain from the punches to the head. As if by agreement they leant together and thumped each other in the belly for a while. Kimmy, slightly shorter, made sure her gloves thudded into Y's pants several times. After a particularly vicious bash between the legs, she went down to her knees, with her right glove over her crotch. Despite her gushing nose her face was ashen as she bore the pain in her vitals. 'Have you had enough Yvonne?', he asked. Her answer was, after a last rub with the glove, to rise to her feet, Raising her gloves she shouted, come on you cow, I'll get you for that.' Kimmy came skipping forwards though she looked mess herself she felt sure she had the upper hand. They just had time to exchange a couple of stinging straight lefts, again to the face, before Jimmy stepped in between them at the end of the round. He didn't know what to do for the best, both his sisters looked as if they needed some help, but what could he do? V again had a glove between her thighs, with the other she dabbed at her pouring nose. Kimmy, her nose also bleeding quite badly, but nothing like her sister's, cupped her gloves over her face and sobbed. Jimmy decided to do nothing at all for the girls, it was their fight and besides there wasn't much he could do to help them. He just hoped that the match wouldn't go on for much longer. "Right you two, round five." They got wearily to their feet. Kim shrugged her broad shoulders and came forward, Y, her gloves low marched towards her. They met with a flurry of blows. Both heads were snapped back and drops of blood flew from their bleeding faces. 'This is getting beyond a joke," thought Jimmy, in truth he was beginning to get rather concerned for his sisters. The two pairs of breasts he had so admired before the fight started were now swollen red and spattered with blood. They obviously weren't as worried as he was about hurting each other. "This was all my idea," he groaned. Yvonne went flown again after a terrific smack in the face. Kim stood over her provocatively this time, as Y had done to her. She stood erect despite her battered condition, legs apart, clenched gloves on hips. Her saturated, right g-string barely covered her vagina. Yvonne lay on her back, her little gloves framing her face, the blood streaming from her nose down over her cheeks to soak into her wet brown hair. She still hadn't stirred, Jimmy began to feel panic welling up. He bent and patted her blood-streaked cheek. Her eyes opened and she shook her head. After a few moments she raised herself onto her elbows. She did look a mess. "Right that's it then girls." Yvonne looked up at Kim. "You must be joking," she said. Pushing off the grass, she stood, waving slightly before her sister. Her pants were in a similar condition to Kim's, completely transparent and drawn up tight between her legs. As she turned slightly he could see that the back of the panties had pulled In between her sweaty buttocks. It looked as if she too wore a g-string. He wondered if she would last the round. He had some idea of how tough they were by now. "If she keeps out of the way of Kim's right, she might make it." Y didn't know enough of ring-craft to specify properly what had to ire done, she just knew she couldn't take another punch like that to her head, not during this round anyway. She wasn't really recovered enough to go in for any bobbing and weaving, she just keep circling backwards with her guard well up taking the odd punch occasionally, but managing to block most of them, till Jimmy stopped Kim coming forward. Kimmy turned reluctantly away, very annoyed that she hadn't been able to put her sister away. Y slumped to the grass almost as if she had been knocked down yet again. Jimmy squatted down beside her and pleaded with her to pack it in. She sat up and looked down over her body, there was blood running over her flat belly, soaking into her panties. Her eyes met Jimmy's. "I'm not ready to give In yet." "I won't let you take much more punishment." "Huh." Although the break was no where near over she struggled to her bare feet and stood, swaying, waiting for her sister to start hitting her again. Kimmy also raised herself. "Ok, if that's the way you want it." He waved Kim forward. He winced when her hard fist smacked into Y's face. Her gloves fell to her sides, he was tempted, but no, they'd only fight again if honour wasn't satisfied. He let her take as many of the vicious blows as was needed to floor her. Another right uppercut, she was aiming for the chin, but fell short and the glove scraped cruelly across her lips and nose. More blood spurted onto the chest which became Kim's new target. Both the breasts were hit hard several times, Kim was quite red in the face from the effort she was having to put in. Finally the young girl blacked out. Jimmy sighed with relief as he watched her crumple to the grass. Kimmy too sagged down, punched out. He straightened Yvonne out and cradled her head in his lap. Again he was tempted to use the towel1 but just as he brought it up to her bloody face he remembered seeing a small stream as the had walked into the glade. 'I've an idea, do you think you could walk a little way soon?" Kim grunted in the affirmative. Yvonne's puffy eyes flickered and opened. "How about you, could you manage a few steps?" After a while they set off. The twins each with an arm round his shoulders, he cringed as he watched the blood from their bodies messing up his clothes. He carried the towel and their clothes, in the bag were the two pairs of sodden gloves. They soon reached the stream, despite their slow progress. 'What do you think twins, fancy it? It will certainly cool you down." 'Yes, Ok." They both nodded. Kimmy, as usual, took the initiative. She shuddered as she stepped into the cold water. She splashed around for a while, then gingerly sat down on the sandy river bed. "Come on Y, it's nice.' It was the first time they had spoken since Jimmy had pulled them apart on the evening of their fight at home. Soon Yvonne too sat in the stream. They splashed the soothing water on their bruised faces and breasts. After a few minutes most of the blood had washed away and the cold water stanched the flow from their noses. 'Come on you'll get cold1 it's still very early you know." The girls got to their feet and, holding hands, they carefully walked to the bank where Jimmy offered them his arm to help them up. 'You'll have to share the towel I'm afraid." He held up the pitifully small towel. They gave themselves a quick rub and, blushing, told him he'd have to turn away. They skinned their tight, wet panties off and struggled into their jeans. As their legs were still damp, this was no mean feat and he grew tired of gazing around. 'Ok now," grinned Kimmy. He thought they may be fully dressed but when he turned round he was pleased to find that they were still bare-breasted. They skipped the bras completely, hardly surprising as Yvonne probably couldn't have got into hers anyway, so swollen was she. Pulling their leather jackets on Kimmy asked, 'have we got everything.' "Yes come on we may still have time for a few hours sleep when we get home" This thought cheered up the twins immensely. They piled into the car, the twins together on the back seat this time, Jimmy heard nothing from them for a while, when he looked in the mirror he saw that they were both asleep Yvonne had her head on Kim's shoulder. 'Oh well all's well that ends well," he laughed.