We remember the first time we saw eachother in the seventh grade and knew we were destined forever, blond andblond, and hopeless with Math, each, and ...errified of bullies. But soonthe days took us and protected us and we were the days, as the calendarsays March fifteenth, we are March fifteenth, we are the seasons. Weembroider the sky with fleece and bleach up the blue to just the perfectshade on the palette of the sky. We are the warm eggs of our testicles.Just as we are the warm eggs and. "She has a point," said Jack.It was quiet a while longer."He has a point," said Fran, softly. "We're going to have to get used to this too. We can't slip up either."Which is why, the first night they were back home, the twins ended up standing beside Carly's bed, contemplating getting into it with their new bodies. Both were thinking about what they'd already done, and what they'd already offered to do for each other.And it had nothing to do with learning about their friends."This is weird,". It felt good holding her close as we swayed to the music, feeling her small firm breasts press against my chest. Although there was no overt sexuality on her part, I was surprised to find myself responding to her - to the subtle scent of floral soap and shampoo rising from her hair - to the heady bouquet of the perfume that she wore - to the softness and warmth of her body where it made contact with mine. I could feel myself starting to get hard, despite my wishing not to. I willed my penis to. As you can see this worked fine! Once in a while she wore an outfit just for me that was so incredibly sexy no way could she wear it outside our house or hotel room, for example.She stroked every last drop out of my raging cock while I stroked those perfect thighs.When she was particularly horny, she would wear an outfit like this and make me take her to a bar in the nearest hotel. I got a room while she walked into the bar and trolled for pervs. The sight of her flirting with strange men.