My cock was hard as granite. When reality sunk in, I had sniffed and sucked Jen’s panties during my self-service session. The remembrance of the aro...a and taste of her crotch intoxicated me. I stepped out of the bathroom, slipped on my boxers and a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen. My two daughters and Jen were sitting at the counter and were working on what seemed like homework. I got a beer from the fridge and walked over to see what was going on. When I neared, Jen looked up at me,. ”“Exactly ... I wonder which we should be,” she mused.“It’s just a front, Lara.”“I know that, silly! But someone might ask. I wouldn’t be surprised if the twins actually do ask, since they’re, well, twins. It means something to them. So, are we actually related? In the fake life?”“I don’t know.”“Well, do you want to be?” Lara asked me pointedly.I eyed her, laughing. “You do know that no matter what we pick, we still are related, right?”“Of course. Jeez, Matt, I’m not that dumb!”“I know. But for. What the hell could I have done?” Jake yelled back, his hands curled into fists.“I don’t care how fucking many they were! We stand our ground! How about we all run away, huh? How about we all leave the city and go live in the woods, like monkeys? How would you like that?” his brother pushed him back into the chair while looking him square in the eye.Of course, his brother was right. And even if he wasn’t right, and Jake had been entitled to save his ass, there was no way he could tell Diaz. Would you like it ... now?" Robert asked."Sure ... thank you."Robert stood-up and trotted into the house.My wife looked at me and smirked. She took a sip of her coffee."Happy birthday," I said."Thank you," She said."You sleep?" I asked."Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you two like I was." We should probably get a bigger bed." I'd still get smushed," She said.She lifted her leg and rested her ankle on my knee. She took another long sip of her coffee. My shirt fell open revealing.