A shot wasn’t going to kill my brother. Three hours later, my dad carried in my brother, limp as a dishrag. All us kids watched wide-eyed as he gent...y laid Danny down on his bed and covered him up. What kind of shot could do this to him? ‘They had to pump his stomach, but the doctor says he’ll be okay in a day or two,’ my mother said, sitting on the side of Danny’s bed, tenderly stroking his hair. I said nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared, but no way I wanted to go through what Danny. I was having a difficult time understanding how this unsophisticated young woman from a small town in the Midwest could have mastered the techniques of sexual prowess, almost overnight, while being in bed with me. She was learning on the fly, so to speak. What else would she come up with to surprise me? I went to bed and tried to think of anyone, anything but her.I awoke the next morning slowly, dreaming of her, naturally. And like most men on most mornings, I awoke with a rock hard woody to go. I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher and I went to sit in the back yard put some music on had a cold beer and relaxed , fat and satisfied from a great dinner.Although I didn’t really need it I put on patio heaters to make the area comfortable, as the sun has just gone down. Both girls came out new glasses of wine and a new 1 L opened, they were already both feeling very good. I just sat back and relaxed listening to them for a while, my eyes completely observing these two perfect. ”“Whilst you might want to fuck her, I have a better idea I want to use.” Edward informed them, “I was hoping we could fuck with her in another way.”“Oh? What are you thinking of?” Andrew asked his son, wondering when his twisted son got in mind.“As Jake said last night, twins meant to have a tight bond,” Edward reminded them, before going on, “I was thinking we could twist that bond more. Make it so that the only man she’ll ever want to fuck is her own brother, even though she knows it’s.