Having so many gorgeous women around can be a great distraction to a target when the situation calls for it, especially when they are unaware of the r...le they’re playing,” I smirked. “Do me a favor—whatever you may hear outside of what I talk about with you personally, just let it go in one ear and out the other. Not everything is as it seems, so don’t bother trying to understand more than I tell you that you need to know,” I commanded firmly.Tingle.“Yes, Sir. Not a problem,” he answered. For all we're brother and sister, we don't look at all alike, I'm a gnats whisker under 6 foot, dark brown hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders and what's known as work muscles. I don't have time for a gym, but my job keeps me more than fit as it's quite physical at times. Paula though (and our other sister Meg) is five four and almost elfin in appearance, a honey blonde, petite with a small but nicely proportioned bust and the cutest arse you could imagine. Blue-green eyes, dimples when she smiles. James was the male counterpart, of a set of un-identical twin siblings. His twin sister, Danielle, shared his love for almost everything. They were almost inseparable until early teens; they had even created their own language they had dubbed, “Tweensh” and set up rules like not to teach Tweensh to anyone. But as is nature, James started noticing girls and despite blushing heavily and denying it, Danielle was noticing the opposite sex as well. After a few years, the twins began to drift apart. "Squeeze your tits around my cock, and try to jack me off like you jacked off John with your panties." "Like this?" Mom asked with the innocence and wonder of a girl who had discovered sex an hour ago. Which was kind of true. "Perfect," Dan moaned. "Do you know what this is called, Aunt Hayley?" "No." "This is called a titfuck." "A titfuck," Mom repeated as if hypnotised, and pressed her tits tighter around Dan. Dan groaned with pleasure. "Your tits feel so good, Auntie." "You really do love my.