What's the story? Did she die at birth?" I was sounding less pleasant and more demanding."Honey... Shortly after you were conceived, the doctor told u... you were... special. You had both male and female sex chromosomes. We opted for gene therapy before you developed along too far, so you could have a normal life," she explained in her best caring mother voice.I felt the oddest sensation of vertigo. I sat down carefully. The woman wasn't my sister. She was me."Mom... what would you have named me. ’ Fuck me. I was being honest. ‘Do you want to see my breasts?’ she asked. I don’t think she knew I already had. Yes we were friends but we also got baked and she would pass out on my couch so soundly asleep she snored. I had peaked. I had once even untied her bikini top and bikini bottoms and while she slept jacked off into a sock as I stood over her in awe feeling the true wonder of his creation. ‘No.’ I told her. She undressed in front of me and then made such sweet love to me that I was. And the fantasy effect had been so strong that by the time I was aware of my return from it the tension and urgency inside my real body had already reached near criticality. As I returned to reality the first thing I felt was the bruising ache in my balls as they shrank up against the base of my cock. Then I opened my eyes and saw Hanna’s face, her head thrown back, the sinews in her neck stretched tight, her mouth gaping wide as she sucked air down into her lungs. I looked lower, saw the dark,. Gavril raised his hand and said, "True, I'm not especially looking forward to the next hours amongst the betters on this planet." Oo," said the colonel as she walked over and ran an index finger down Gavril's chest. "So you do have some guts outside the jungle. Are you certain you want to spend the evening with me?" Yeah," Gavril said as the sweat broke out on his neck, "but not if you're going to keep doing that all night." Fair enough, Gavril," she said. Her saying his name for the second.