“Does it taste as good as mine?” The dark haired girl reached her hand down the pants she had undone at some point. When it reappeared two of her ...ingers were nearly dripping with her juices. Thad leaned forward, his mouth open.“Don’t be greedy,” she said to Thad, “Chris’ never tasted me before.” With that she reached over her twin and towards me. Slowly my lips parted as I locked eyes with my Sister. If I didn’t wake up now, then I was never going to. This shit was really happening!Just as her. She was home! A small floor lamp in corner was on, silhouetting her shape. She didn’t know I was there, just kept making a sandwich on the butcher block counter. I watched, silent.I knew it had been a long couple weeks for Chloe. She had hopped back and forth over five continents in pursuit of the fabrics she used to design her lines of clothes. My weeks had been typical, quiet, secluded. She worked so I could pursue my passion of writing, more a hobby right now and certainly not paying our. It gave me a little thrill, sitting on his couch with my legs crossed, the feel of the nylons rubbing against my skin. My cock would be so hard by now, my panties would be damp… but that wouldn’t be my only problem, because by now I’d also be feeling the pressure building up in my bladder. I’d ask to use the bathroom, and he’d say no, and then start talking about something else. I’d be patient, and wait, and ask to use the bathroom again later on. He’d still refuse. I’d be getting desperate by. It was worth it.Dinner was soon ready, and it was even better this time. There was a lotto eat which was a good thing as Sam and I had worked up quite anappetite. After dinner and a quick cleanup, we all sat around the fireand talked until just before it started to get dark. We packed up andhiked back to the car, arriving just as the sun began to set. Wecouldn't have been on the road five minutes before Sam and I were asleep.Monday morning didn't get off to a good start. It was still.