"Oh, I'm sorry," said Vanessa, "But yokels don't fit in here. Maybe you'd find a better beach somewhere else?"
Laura/Misty paused. "I'm sorry?"
"I'm sorry too," said Vanessa.
"Van, c'mon, she's--" began Greg
"She's gotten tired of sucking off her cousins and decided that she wants to horn in on somebody else?" Vanessa glowered at Greg. "I know she's basically all tits and ass, but come on, Greg. Have some standards."
Laura/Misty took a deep breath, letting her bosom rise and fall like an empire. "I don't wanna offend you or nothin', but--"
"Great! You can start off by leaving."
Stunned, Misty turned around and left, ignoring the lustful gazes of the beach-goers. What was that all about? Vanessa wasn't necessarily the nicest sister to have, but she wasn't this cruel most of the time.
Misty ducked into a bathroom and stepped into a changing stall; normally, the fact that she could touch the door with her boobs and the back wall with her ass at the same time would have turned her on, but right now she was feeling dejected and, if she was being honest, kinda pissed. Where the hell did Vanessa get off, acting like that? Misty decided that she needed to--
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