"Yeah... yeah." He shook his head briefly, then nodded and chirped. "It'll be fun, promise, we're great at entertaining. If you can learn to tell us apart, anyway." He giggled playfully, even his voice unusually high and soft, a result of the hormones he and his brother had been exposing themselves to. He lifted the bottle of hot sauce proudly before skipping across the hall, his slit, pleated skirt bouncing up slightly to show a quick glimpse of a soft, perky backside, covered now only by thin cotton panties.<br/><br/>"Sissy, I made it back!" He calls, swinging the door open and heading back into the apartment, giggling and rushing into the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Did you get the sauce?" Lindsay asked quickly, not turning from his setting of the table.<br/><br/>"Yup~" Leslie chirped. "I also brought a friend to share with, so open the good wine!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>