She was the only daughter of a wealthy family from Long Island. She had spent most of her life in prestigious, boarding schools and had graduated from...a very, prestigious college with a Doctorate in English Literature. She was way out of his league. He had barely, graduated from high school and most of what he learned be learned himself the hard way. Upstairs, Kayla awoke from her short nap and reached for her laptop which was on the nightstand. She disciplined herself to try and write a little. .. the real problem was that she loved all those things at the same time she wasn't very good at paying attention to her menstrual cycle.Of course, when you fuck like a bunny every night for two months, the chances of one of those wriggling sperm cells to penetrate an egg get way up there.But she didn't think of that. Like at least forty thousand teenaged girls every year, she just didn't think that a boy, in this case her twin brother, who she shared a womb with, could fill her own womb with. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his hard cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient. He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window? No. As he looked on he saw an ink black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an. Even though he was 18 he had been sneaking looks at her body whenever he got the chance; and that was often, as Gracie would wear as least amount of clothing as possible, just to tease both me and her brother. This is the story told to me by Fran, my Mom and my Love. That night, when JD joined his Mom in the bedroom, he asked Fran to parade in her lingerie for him first. Then he wanted to slowly remove it a piece at a time. He slid the straps of her bra down her arms and undid the back all.