Chapter 2

The Andrews family had stripped off their parkas, snow pants, and boots by the time Malcolm made his way down the circular stairs to the foyer. “Good Lord!” he exclaimed, staring at their wet and haggard faces. “I had no idea you were in such bad shape. Please come in here!” Taking Cory by the arm, he gently pushed the group into the parlor. “You’re soaked! Get those sweaters off now,” he ordered. He waited a moment until John began pulling his sweatshirt off, then moved around behind the bar. Pulling four heavy snifters from an overhead rack, he turned and took a bottle of brandy off the mirrored shelf behind him. He poured four healthy shots into the rounded snifters and examined the group briefly. He liked what he saw.

The man, obviously husband and father to the women, was as tall as Malcolm was, and was well set up. He had a slim waist and thighs, but an impressive chest, and a full head of dark brown hair. He was clearly in charge of the group, scurrying around, encouraging his daughters out of their outer clothing. The two daughters, Malcolm was delighted to notice, were identical twins. It had been years since he had partaken of twins! Both were very slender and were of average height, perhaps five-six, six to seven inches shorter than their father. As they pulled their sweaters over their heads Malcolm couldn’t help but notice their wet rugby shirts plastered over their larger than average breasts. As they shivered, he could make out hints of erect nipples poking through their brassieres and pullovers. Both girls had auburn hair which hung to the middle of their backs.

It was Mom who truly impressed Malcolm. She was several inches shorter than her daughters, and standing there, teeth chattering, in an oversized cable-knit sweater she looked somewhat dumpy. At her husband’s insistence, she reached down, grabbed the hem of the overgarment, and pulled it up and over her head. ‘Be still my heart!’ thought Malcolm. Her well-worn jeans were soaked and appeared painted on to her nicely rounded derriere. Under the sweater, she had on only a thin white tee-shirt, which as she pulled the sweater over her head, rode upwards, showing a considerable expanse of trim, flat stomach. Handing her sweater to her husband she pulled her shirt back into place and turned to face Malcolm. Large mammaries were quite evident beneath the thin wet fabric, restrained only by a deeply cut, lacy white bra. Her hair was cut short, curling in a perm to just above her shoulders, and was a brighter shade of red than her daughters.

Malcolm’s mind was made up. He knew he had to have this woman and her daughters. And Caroline was sure to enjoy the man. Reaching under the overhanging bar top, he pulled a small, stoppered vial towards him. Making sure no one could see him he removed the top. Taking an eye dropper and filling it from the first vial, he placed a single drop in each of the snifters.

“Drink up. Doctor’s orders,” said Malcolm. The man downed his in a single gulp, his wife finished hers in two, but both girls sipped at theirs and began to cough. When one of the daughters moved to set her snifter back on the bar, he said, “No, no! Down the hatch. I think you need a good dose of medicinal brandy.” The girl doubtfully picked her glass up and the pair began to slowly sip the heavy brown liquor. Malcolm continued to light-heartedly wheedle them as they choked down the burning fluid. “Definite prescription here ... yes ... that’s right ... I’m a professional ... all of it...”

Just then Caroline Jenson strode into the room from the foyer. She was a tall woman, and slim, although heavily breasted, with dark brown hair. “Good heavens, Malcolm! We need to do more than just give them brandy. These children are freezing!” she exclaimed. “Come with me. We’ve got to warm you up immediately.” Stepping between Cory and Laurie, she gracefully but rapidly moved them back to the foyer and towards the circular stairs.

“Caroline’s right, of course,” said Malcolm. “Please, come with us.” Throughout this time the family had been silent, and he was beginning to worry about shock. Climbing the stairs and moving down the wide hallway, Malcolm continuously was turning back to make sure he was being followed.

Halfway down the hall, Caroline stopped and opened a door. Gently pushing the girls inwards, she led them through a large bedroom and on into the connecting bath. The twins simply stood there shivering as she turned on the shower, full force and hot, and only became animated after she pushed them towards the open door. They struggled to separate and looked around them wildly until the tall woman spoke up. “Both of you get under the water now! We have no way to treat you for pneumonia, and that is precisely what you will come down with if we don’t warm you up! Now get in there this instant!”

John Andrews came out of his trance at this forceful demand. “Do it girls. Right now. Get in there and strip off those clothes.” Turning to Caroline, he said, “Thank you. I should have thought of that.”

“Not to worry. The same goes for you. Malcolm! Take the ... I don’t even know your names!”

“Oh, sorry,” said Anita. “We’re the Andrews. That’s Cory and Laurie, and this is John, and I’m Anita.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Caroline turned to her husband and said, “Malcolm, take Mr. and Mrs. Andrews across the hall and stuff them in the shower, too.” Turning back to Anita and John, she said, “Please, they’ll be all right. I’ll find them something to wear, and then find something for you two. Now go, go.” Malcolm led the pair from the room.

Once she was alone with the girls, she turned to look at them through the clear glass of the shower door. By now the two had stripped off their shirts and bras and were working on their khaki pants. She watched them briefly before they became aware of her, and then they modestly tried to cover the half nudity. ‘Delectable!’ thought Caroline. “Well, don’t just stand there! Everything off. When you’re ready to come out, just leave your clothes in the shower. Jeanine will take care of things. I’ll hang some bathrobes in here, and then find you some clothes. I think mine should fit you, although they might be a bit large. Stay in there until you feel warm.” She smiled warmly at the girls and left.

She met Malcolm in the hallway, coming out of the room opposite. “They should be all right,” he said. “I left two of Jerry’s bathrobes in with them and said we’d find some clothes for them.”

“Good,” said Caroline. “I was just about to do the same for the girls.”

“John looks to be about my size. I’ll put a few things in there for him and let him decide what to wear,” said Malcolm.

“Excellent, dear. The twins look like they should fit into some of my things.” She laid her hand on her husband’s forearm and grinned. “They look delicious, darling! You didn’t, by chance, put something in that brandy, did you?”

“Caroline, how could you ask such a thing?” asked Malcolm, chuckling. “Just a half dose, a single drop each. And you are right, the woman and her daughters are exquisite.”

“He’s simply dreamy, too,” she replied.

“What about clothes for her, Anita, I think her name was? I’m not sure she’ll fit into your underwear.”