That she would not think anything if we had both been of the same sex and that there was assuredly nothing between us not shared by all fraternal twin...sets. This seemed to help mom reduce her concerns for the most part. About a year after our first encounter before school started that year mom had taken Amber into the female doctor for her annual exam and the doctor mentioned during the examination that Amber’s hymen was broken. Mom really freaked out about that for almost as month until the. I'm not used to academic types, but we instantly got along so well. His sense of humour and smile caught my attention almost immediately but I didn't think much more of it apart from noting to myself that he was very good looking for his age. This week is my second week. I found myself driving to work really looking forward to seeing Alex each day. Yesterday we shared a joke that broke the professional ice, and I've found that Alex will come to my office and ask me to join him for a coffee each. Every morning I would set out with my maid outfit in mybag, heading to a different home. >From washing and ironing, to cookingand cleaning up, I had to learn every detail always dressed like thesissy maid I was. I learned to clean bathrooms and toilets, to pick upmats of hair from showers and to vacuum bedrooms, taking the at-times-still-wet sheets to wash. If the homeowner was not watching I wouldeagerly sniff the aromas of passion before tossing the sheets into thewasher. I learned to cook,. We took a couple turns, and then Joy declared that it was pretty boring. But my sister had an alternative to propose. "Let's go down together! Big Bertha's big enough."I nodded, thinking she meant we'd do it sitting, one behind the other, instead of prone. But no, she said I should lie down on the sled as usual, and then she would lie on top of me.So I lay down on the sled. And then the full weight of my sister was on top of me. "Hope I'm not squishing you," she giggled. Joy didn't weigh enough.