More and more, we sense each other’s orgasms, even when we aren’t touching. It started with Diana, but all of us are slowly being included. And as...she implied, there is more. A person can’t be jealous of themselves, and well ... somehow, we seem to have become almost one person. Oh, we all have our personalities, but we are so close that we can sometimes ... feel or somehow sense a sister-wife’s emotions almost as our own. We can’t do that with you, yet, but we’re hoping that you will be one of. I snapped off the light and paused, listened. Silence. Taking a deep breath, I walked down, not creeping now, to my mother's room. I could see the alarm clock's red glare announcing that it was 3:24AM as I walked in quietly."Mom?" I said softly."Yes, honey, what's wrong" she said sleepily."Forgot to kiss you goodnight."I leaned over the bed and her arms opened and pulled me down beside her. Only a sheet covered her and I nestled against her."Oh, thank you sweetheart, that's what I've been. Often, in bed at night, I would be reminiscing of what I had heard earlier in the day and my hand would slip down my knickers, rubbing wildly against the bud of my sexuality, but very disappointedly, I never seemed to have reached the ecstasy that Jackie was talking about. Little pleasures that I gave myself did not compare to the grandiose fulfillments of her sex life.In my ripe, eighteen-year-old mind I had already given up hope on ever reaching this level of pleasure. Most of my friends have. I started to kiss her neck lightly, running my hands through her hair, grabbing the back of it and tugging backwards. She moaned lightly.“W-What are you doing, Ken?” she asked in a childish voice.“Just giving you kisses, is that so bad?” “No.. I just..” she tried to say as I began to kiss her more.Nothing was going to stop me. I inched my hand down her side and laid my hand on her soft stomach, slowly running it up her shirt, feeling her breast in my hand. Her nipples were hard. I knew it. She.