"Hey, kid, whattsa matta? You no like-a Eye-talian Jewish wine?" "The wine's fine, Aunt Viv."Hey, kid, whattsa matta? You no like-a Eye-talian Jewish wine?" "The wine's fine, Aunt Viv. I'm just not in the mood for it." "Hey, it's not every day you're bar mitzvah, y'know. You should enjoy yourself." "How can I enjoy myself," the youth retorted, "everybody else always wears expensive clothes and new watches and stuff. All my friends talked about tonight their presents and money from their bar mitzvah. What do I got? Dinner with my Mom. Big deal! I get that every night." And with that he stormed off to his room. "You really should have brought him a present," Roxanne began. "Hey, what am I, Donald Trump-stein? The ticket cost me more than I could afford, but you insisted I come out. Who's idea was the cockamamie shindig anyway. You were never religious. I thought you were a closet Catholic." "I thought it was important that he observe his bar mitzvah, his entry into manhood. The least you could do is support me on this." "I support you, I support you," Viv said, "but I couldn't afford anything nice. Listen, I'll find some way to make it up to him." "Okay, you better. Now let's clean up and go to bed." "Now you're talking, Sis." "Hey, get your hand off my ass." "Gladly," giggled Viv sliding the hand to her sister's tits. "You still trim your pussy hair like a heart?" "No, in honor of Charlie's bar mitzvah I shaved it into a star of David." "You liar. Really, do you?" "That's for me to know and for you to find out." "Good, let's go." ..................... STILL LATER..................... Roxy lay on her bed, flipping from Letterman to an old movie on Channel 9. She could hear her sister showering up in the bathroom, and her mind drifted to younger days. Actually, the scenario back then hadn't been too different from now. The two sisters shared a room... and each other's bodies. As usual, it had been the younger Vivian who had instigated matters. At the tender age of 12 she had been involved with more boys than Roxy had even dated at 18. That by no means meant that Roxanne was undersexed. To the contrary, she masturbated silently every night. But she never fooled the nosy, sharp-eyed Vivianne, who decided that the two should share the good times. |