We'll have Luanne make dinner and feed the children before we come." We talked for a little while. I found myself reluctant to hang up, but knew I nee...ed to be an example to the team, so I told her I loved her, asked her to kiss Rebecca, James, and Millicent for me, and let her go.Before completely wrapping myself up in the game to come, I poured over the reports from yesterday's game. Our concession sales were well above our plan. Labor costs were within our goals, and attendance was. Maybe. Not sure. But on Sunday night, I got the fucking of my life from the ghosts of those young stallions!I had already checked out their pre-crash photos, and they were both gorgeous! Their faces and torsos, which had been mangled in the accident, were every bit as mouthwatering as their big cocks, relatively untouched. Their names were Derek and Jonah, and they were brothers. (Ironically, the two girls who died with them in the crash were sisters, but at at they went out happy, as large. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in person. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free – beating with such force it’s as if they have fists. They are in a rage. We are in a rage. I’ve never. I held my head in my hands and groaned."Ben?" Katie said from behind the sheets."Yeah, it's me." Great," she said. "Mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to sleep." Sorry Katie," I said softly, exhaling heavily and smiling. As I kicked off my shoes, I added "Whatever you want," and meant it. I loved my sister. I never before had seen her in the particular light that I did that night, but she was my twin, and I would do whatever I had to to keep her happy, and felt obliged to get her.