He told me to me to take my clothes off while he went upstairs to get something. So I got naked, except for the pantie and bra, and sat on the couch. ...e came back with a pair of his wifes underwear, noticing I was already wearing my own, he smiled slightly, saying "Well I see you come prepared". He threw the underwear he was carrying onto the couch next to me and ordered me to my knees. Gladly I did as I was told, as he slide his already erect cock out of his jeans and held in centimetres from. My 'older' sister, as I often retreat to calling her during arguments, came out head first, while I came out 'breech'.Doctors attributed my breech birth to complications from the twinning; my sister later claimed it was because we were 69ing at the time labor began!She's a pip. I'll give her that.Our childhood was a demonstration of the opposite of most twin behavior.We had a total disdain for dressing alike, and our mother sensibly didn't try to force the issue.Sherry, my older sister,. " I can't believe that," I said, which was partly true, but merely made me up my estimate of her age. She must be at least 50. It didn't stop me wondering if I would get to fuck her tonight."Do you want a drink, Joe?" I said, on my smoothest behaviour."Nah," he grunted. "I think I'll try the club in the back, if that's OK, Gran?"She ruffled his hair. "That's fine Joe, just take care and please don't get too drunk." She laughed. "I suppose that's probably too much to expect of someone your age.. For a long time we lay in silence, his body heavy on my back, my face pressed hard into the pillow, his cock buried deep in my vagina, both of us panting for breath. Then I felt Pete’s erection begin to soften and the fullness inside me slowly slip away until his flaccid cock flopped messily from my body.I lay face down, legs spread wide, exhausted and battered as my panting husband rolled onto the bed alongside me.“Did I hurt you?” he eventually asked as his breathing returned to something.