Then there is Reese, who is 16. Reese is about 5'7, well built, with lighter brown hair then me. He is also pretty stupid, but he would kick my ass if...he heard me say that. We fight all the time, and for the most part he is a jerk. The only times we get along are when we are trying to trick our parents or when we are beating up our younger brother Dewey. Dewey is very strange and annoying, but I guess he is a nice kid. He talks to himself and doesn't have any friends, but he is pretty easy to. I couldn't believe it!! after all these years! we were both married so there was no chance of connection. that was a good thing. i was still attracted to him. i still wanted him. in that basement. with the lights low. everything new. when i talked to him all the old feelings would emerge. i didn't know if i should tell him at first, but couldn't deny it. when i talked to him, i would touch myself. getting wet, i'd ask him personal questions. did he touch himself last night? yes. (getting more. “She won’t be long,” Georgie announced breaking the quiet. I nodded slowly sipping the last of my drink. “So I take it Amy has told you about us?”“Yes, she has,” I replied turning to face her. Georgie watched me, carefully studying my reactions.“You’re not bothered by it?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in a questioning way.“No not at all,” I answered, “well I have to admit it isn’t something you hear about every day, but I’m okay with it, kind of curious as well.”“Really?” Georgie said her eyes. I have a dozen texts and messages I missed.”“Huh?” my twin said, drawing her phone out of her pocket. “I didn't think we were at the park that long. Look at how late it is.”“Shit,” I said. “It didn't feel like we were here for more than fifteen minutes, not over an hour.”“I guess time passes by when...” My sister frowned. “Talking.”“Yeah.” I couldn't quite remember what we were talking about for an hour. Probably boys. It was our favorite topic. Since we started getting hair on our pussies and.