After a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling more relaxed so when he slid a room key towards me and headed towards the stairs, it wasn’t long bef...re I followed. I hadn’t known this was exactly what he had in mind but I was very glad he had made the arrangements. Breathing heavily, I opened the door and headed into the darkened room. He appeared with a glass of champagne but it wasn’t that I was interested in. I felt I’d waited long enough and the ache between my legs was becoming almost. "Twins, you don't need me to tell you how careful you have got to be when you get home - if Uncle Kenneth and Aunt Pamela catch you doing anything, there will be hell to pay for all of us. You certainly won't be allowed to go away to university together, and you'll be either stuck in London living at home, or sent to different universities. For god's sake be discreet!"They nodded in agreement.They knew far better than we did what the consequences of being caught would be."With Mum at home all. It was really a mouthful. At first I was put off by his giving me order, but soon I began to get really turned on. Pull my balls slut! No not towards you slut, down and back! As I did his cock felt even harder in my mouth! I wondered what he would ask for next. It wasn't long until I found out. Put it all in your mouth. Take it down your fucking throat! I had watched a few movies and read how to do it on the Internet. I even tried it with a banana. I tried to remember what I had read. If I’m lucky, he’ll remember I have breast and nipples before he dives in gung-ho at the business end, so we’ll put down three minutes for foreplay. Then, often at my behest, he’ll roll over on top of me. He never sleeps in his briefs, which saves me the necessity of touching them. We’ll kiss for another minute or so while he’s on top, and then I feel him nudging his thing wherever he feels a damp patch. This calls for intervention from me again to make sure that it goes in the right hole,.