I stood frozen in place as my brain ceased functioning. It needed a few seconds to restart itself. "Holy hell…" I murmured under my breath. Their loving statement was already enough to get me going, but that was only the icing on the cake in this particular case.
The sight that welcomed me was the four of them standing hand-in-hand, facing my way with bright smiles. Seeing them amicably, supportively hold hands together was such a sweet motion to me. It was like they were real sisters, a real team working in tandem toward a single goal; making me happy. However, what truly put this occasion on a unique pedestal was their attire.
Each of my girls wore the same clothes, clothes which could best be described as Arabian harem outfits.
A face veil covered their delicate lips. Fitted belly dancer bras adorned their perky chests, showing off their delicious midriffs. Loose, flowing harem pants hid their amazing legs which were cinched to their ankles.