She opened her thighs and spread her pussy to show me her wetness. She closed her eyes and pushed two fingers inside. I groaned when I saw them emerge...covered in her juices. She began to move her hand in small, tight circles over her clit. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on my hand moving along my shaft. As she slipped her fingers back inside, I shifted, sitting up so I could see better. I jealously watched them plunging in and out of her, and continued to stroke my cock. I imagined. I caress her curves with my eyes before finally venturing a, "In another two or years when you grow up..."She punches my shoulder. Of course I knew she would. We know each other too well. And Gretchen, a veteran of these sibling wars, quickly goes back to the attack."You want to milk Emily don't you?" she asks, then adds in a tone only a teenage girl can manage, "and she's your oooown sister for crying out loud." I'm interested in the process, the--" Oh sure, Doctor Timmy," she scoffs. But. Ifhis straight hair hadn't been parted on the left and hers on the right,they could have possibly even tried tricking their mother, even thoughshe knew every little intricate thing about each of them. As much as hewanted to scream that this could have turned out so well, he knew thatwas the idea and what he signed up for, yet staring at himself as hissister's double was still a bit disturbing."Language, and I prefer we stick with the wow stuff, but really i don'tthink this could have turned out. “Of course not, babe,” I panted, “I want him to.”“So do I!” Christy screamed as she climaxed, “God, I want him to fuck me so bad! Does that make me a bad wife?”“Why should it, babe?” I panted.“Because I want another guy to make love with me,” Christy whispered, “Because I want his cock, I want to see and touch and lick and suck his cock; does that make me a bad wife?”“Of course it doesn’t, babe,” I panted, on the edge of shooting my load, “It makes you a hot wife.”I shot my load at that moment.