"Evening, shrimp," the redhead sauntered into the sitting room, right past her older cousin.
"I see your manners are just as good as always," Lauren folded ger arms. "C'mon, you could at least try and treat me with respect."
Jill placed a finger to her lips. "Hmm, you're right! I could!"
Lauren didn't react quick enough, as a hand clamped down on her head.
"But as long as you're four foot something, and I'm five foot six, I don't think I'll be respecting you. You hear me, cuz?"
"B-but I'm... the older one!" Lauren winced, as Jill's fingernails dug into her head. "And I treat you with respect, so you should treat me in kind!"
"Pff, I've no respect for little kids," Jill scoffed. "Seriously, what are you good for anyway? You can't buy me booze, you'll get ID'd. You can't drive, can you can't reach the fucking pedals. You can't even-"
But then Jill's eyes flashed. Suddenly, Lauren felt the pressure on her head increasing. Her knees were already buckling from the redhead's far superior strength, and next thing she knew, they'd given away.
Lauren crashed to the floor, and found herself face to face with her cousin's crotch.
"I know something you can do, Lauren," Jill grinned, as she;
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