Truth was, they rarely argued anymore. After fighting like cats and dogs in grade school, they had grown closer in middle and high school, and now the... really were like the stereotype of twins – completing each other’s sentences, or even thoughts, dressing in similar styles and colors, listening to the same music, even sharing the same favorite foods. It was very convenient to have a twin brother, she thought as she lay on her bed, the covers pushed down to her ankles. When they reached. My first four childrenwere all sons. Just typical alpha males, took so much after theirfather, excelled at sports got high grades, were never short of femaleattention. We were both ever so proud of them and I made sure I was notbitter as their beautiful wives took them away from me. They've all goneon to the greatest success in very male careers such as professionalsports and the stock market and given me a host of grandchildren.But I always longed for a daughter of my own, when my husband. "With that, she slowly and gently climbed off my lap. She was well aware that silence was the highest priority. And she was silent and cautious with every move she made. Then she slowly got down on her knees. Her body was flexible and agile. Squeezing down between the seats wasn't a problem for her.And there it was. My sister was on her knees. Naked. Looking me straight in the eyes.She held my hard cock with both hands. It was then that I finally appreciated how soft and delicate her fingers. After we talked easily and happily of nothing too important, she said she would be leaving soon. I pulled out a card and wrote my information on it and slid it across the table to her. “If you’re in town again, please call me. I really enjoyed last night.” She took the card and looked at both sides, business and personal, and put it in her purse. “I might. I’m glad you didn’t ask for mine.” “It’s all up to you,” I said. “Thank you.” We soon finished and we kissed good bye. I walked her back.