When we finished, Kelly and I went up to our room to get ready for the day.“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kelly asked while we showered together.�...No, I feel better now. I had a rough time falling asleep last night.”“Why, honey?”“I had a lot on my mind.”“Were you thinking about what we talked about?” Kelly said.“Yeah.”“We don’t have to, you know. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m happy with things the way they are. Having sex with other people watching can be another fantasy for us. Let’s not think. My brother lucky guy. They were both into it big time and watched them until they both came. Now I'm thinking, their only s older than me (their both 16), I want to do that so bad but I don't have a girlfriend. I turned around to go back to my room where I was going to relieve my hard dick while thinking about what I just saw when I heard my brother yell my name. Oh, shit, I thought and he was out in the hallway with me holding a towel in front of his dick. He was pissed and wanted to know how. I was about to respond when I felt the cloth of his pants against the back of my thighs where my nightshirt wasn’t covering them. His fingertips played with the edge of my shirt just below my ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe it, my husband was getting frisky with me when he thought I was passed out. I felt him move and shift behind me and then I heard a zipper. He was obviously taking his dick out. I felt his hands lifting my shirt leaving my butt exposed. He laid a hand on each of my. "Well, yeah, there have been some big changes. But not the stuff thatdoesn't matter. Things that don't depend on you being Sam or Penelopeare still the same. You woke up in the same house, right? Same parentsand shit?"I nodded. "Yeah." Me too. Which probably means that reality has only changed enough tosupport the life it gave you. The basic stuff remained the same." Like my locker combination and class schedule?"She frowned a bit. "Locker, yes. Classes, probably not. Before mychange, I would.