Wrapping his arms around both of his sisters, Victor pulled them together against him, his hands on their hips. "Don't worry Brooke, there are plenty of dishes to wash for you too, if you insist on helping. Its time for you to both learn a skill that will make some lucky man very happy ... dish-washing, I mean".<br/><br/>Stepping back to let the girls work, their competitiveness making them scrub more studiously than the other in turn, Victor watched their firm little behinds, toned from years of chasing exercise trends. He knew now he had to have them, and just as surely he knew how it would work - he'd play their devotion for him against each other, and let their natural competitiveness work against them, to make them fight to see who could more completely serve him. For the first time in awhile, a smile came to his lips on its own, and he happily grinned, surveying the toned bodies that he would soon possess.