Lincoln hummed contentedly as he forced his crappy push mower through the thick bands of weeds, the steady best of the sun warms his bare back.
At twenty five Lincoln had just achieved his all time dream of owning his own house, no more rental houses with bugs and high prices and nosey landlords. This suited Lincoln just fine, that meant he and Ronnie could get as rowdy as they wanted under the covers. Grinning Lincoln could picture his wife, long black hair with a heart shaped face, Deep set brown eyes and a set of pouty lips. Lincoln couldn't wait to get his hands on her soft cinnamon colored curves.
Ronalda unpacked her grandmother's good china, the most expensive item in her newly purchased home. Excitement bubbled up in her chest after five years of saving and slaving she and Lincoln had finally been able to fulfill their dreams, Ronnie had always wanted to own her own restaurant, Lincoln just wanted to have a roof over his head. This is where the two differed, while she loved Lincoln Ronnie knew that he had no drive to succeed. Lincoln was the idea man sure but, Ronnie was the leader they needed.
Jerking Ronalda felt a firm grasp on her behind, turning the Latina gave Lincoln a hard look as her husband started whistling.
"Lincoln "?
Smiling sheepishly Lincoln leaned against the fridge, giving Ronnie a full glimpse of his toned stomach and arms.
"I finished cutting the grass ", groaned the albino as he began rooting through the fridge in search of beer.
Smiling softly Ronnie can feel her stomach tingling slightly as her eyes roamed over Lincoln's exposed torso, her cheeks pinkend.
"About time, I thought you'd be at it all night long", quipped the Latina teasingly.
Snorting Lincoln wrapped his arms around Ronalda, " it's not as easy with a push mower, you should reward me".
"Maybe "?
Laughing softly Lincoln cups one of Ronnie's breasts, arching her head Ronalda gazes lovingly into her husband's eyes, her lips graz his and Ronnie Ann can't help but think about how lucky she was to have a good man like Lincoln.
As Lincoln scooped his blushing bride into his arms their minds full of hope and amorous dreams, several hours away in Royal woods Michigan Lola loud was putting her master plan into effect.
Eighteen year old beauty queen lola loud smiled flatteringly at the gawking pigs at the train station, being as attractive as she was lola was used to all the attention she received, expected it actually. Combing her fingers through her silky golden blonde locks lola stops to straighten her tight pink sweater, noting the way her generous cleavage filled the fabric, She wore tight pink tights with brown ankle boots. In other words lola was perfect. Next to her stood her older sister, the twenty year old goth stood rigidly her all black outfit making her stand out in the busy crowd. Lucy wore her black hair nearly down to her waist, a curtain of bangs concealing her unusually colorful eyes. Lola nodded approvingly at her partner in crime, Lucy was built similar to lola physically but had a slightly larger chest with a smaller behind. Over the ten years since they first started their forbidden romance with their only brother Lucy and Lola had become incredibly close, sharing their pain and the suffering it brought them. In Lucy, Lola saw a kindred spirit. They both loved Lincoln still to this day, oh lola had tried to harden her heart towards Lincoln. She'd dreamt of the ways she could make Lincoln suffer, from sabotaging his little restaurant, to paying some seedy Individual to fuck him raw in front of his little "wife". In the end lola was much like lucy ever the hopefull romantic, lucy had never dated anyone but lola had played the field in her attempt to rid herself of that shred of love she still held for Lincoln. No matter who she slept with or how often, lola was never able to shake the sense of something being wrong. Lana hadn't understood, lola always knew she was the smarter of the two. Lucy was as close to an equal as she had found. Where she lacked personibility, lucy more than made up for in her cunning and intelligence. A soft voice interpreted Lola's train of thought, " our train leaves soon", lucy noted.
Lola smiled knowingly, just from Lucy's monotone she knew how excited the other girl was. Wearing a black trenchcoat Lucy looked her part, one gloved hand carried a small black case. Lincoln may of forgotten his promise from all those years ago but lola and Lucy had not, he could marry whomever he wanted and fuck all the whores but in the end he belonged to lola and Lucy first. They just had to remind him of that commitment. As the train left the station lola looked out the window, Lincoln would see it was all for the best. In Lucy's bag of fun the two had everything they needed to convince Lincoln to let them stay...